#And I got it I guess. And I still have the fucking balls to complain about it.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[fragglerockopinions]

Why did I come home in physical and emotional agony and get "you look tired" and "you look like crap" and "why are you making that ugly face" and not "are you okay" or something similarly human

[carbonfiction]

impulse stress baking would be appreciated by either Matt or Frank, but reader is not safe if it's being done at late hours, in which they will be railed or fucked into exhaustion.

Matt has his S/O's scent and touch ingrained into his routine and mind, defecting is not an option he needs his cuddles (and yes he will be mean about it, teasing reader for wanting to work so hard on baking when they could work on making him feel good)

Frank just worries for their sleep schedule (which is accurate pls I can't sleep normally) but also can appreciate their baking yet will at first gently try to coax them back to bed, only to just rail them over the counter if they insist they can't sleep due to a sudden burst of energy.

But it all ends with their girl cuddled up in their arms fast asleep from exhaustion yet satisfied, and their baking can wait til the morning.

Oh my god please!! I loved every second of this one!! As someone who does have bouts of doing this (and had to be banned from the kitchen past a certain time when i was younger bc of it😭😭) this one got me. Biiiiiiig time.. I mean omg sleep scheduling with Frank and Matt when god?! When!!!

Like you cannot tell me they wouldn't immediately be looking help you and if sex helps get you all fuzzy and tired?? Fellas are not going to complain.. Whatever their baby needs <3 Also fun fact you guys, i have an oldman logan draft i never finished surrounding a similar concept and hik eating reader out on the kitchen table..😭 But without futher yappin!! Heres some thoughts! <3

Midnight munchies w Frank and Matt!

Warnings?; mentions of smut, doggy and riding, unprotected sex (its hot but in this economy??) fairrrrly fluffy although Matt is a lil mean in a sexy way.. Master list

I can see Frank standing against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest with a sleepy scowl tugging his lips. Large figure just watching the way to try (and fail) to potter around the kitchen quietly. On the counter sits a glass bowl, edges covered in flour and two large baking sheets. On one sits small balls of, what frank guesses is chocolate chip cookie dough- one of his favorites- while the other rests bare in preparation. Frank swipes a hand across his face, tired and slightly irritated as he sighs, padding closer. "What're you.. Christ sweetheart again?"

You grin cheekily at the sight of him, at the broad expanse of him shirtless, scared chest on full display as his sweats sit low on his hips. A slightly dough covered hand coming up in a wave. "'S okay, m' just making cookies frank!"

You're gleeful in tone, too gleeful for 3:30am Frank thinks. This little habit of yours growing out of control. Infact, it makes him worry a little. "Yeah? S' just cookies?" he asks, rounding the counter to tower behind you. "Then why cant they wait until tomorrow.."

"Cause i wanna do it now..." you hum, trying to grab at the scoop besides the bowl. Franks large hand stopping the move in your tracks. Your shoudlers drop just a fraction, almost in anticipation as you sigh. The sound a little frustrated despite your usual enjoyment of the task at hand. "Besides.. Got too much energy to sleep frankie"

"Too much energy, that right?" he grumbles with a nod, head dropping down against your shoudler, tilted just slightly until you can feel the puffs of his breath on your neck. "My girls feelin all restless again.. So why didn't ya wake me like i told you last time, stead of this?"

You sigh, still trying to persevere with the trapped scoop. "Looked too comfortable.. Besides, you need the rest Frankie.. "

"Oh im the one needing the rest, sure." He huffs, breath puffing against your skin in a way that makes it prickle. A smile twitching at your lips at the feeling, his free arm coming to wrap around your middle, pulling your frame against the warmth of him. "what'd you say we get rid of that energy hm, fussy girl?" that hand squeezes your waist at the same moment his lips kiss that spot just below your ear.

Frank feels you shiver, smirking almost knowing against your skin, your tells far to obvious to him by now. "Gonna let your frankie take care of it? Get that restlessness gone?"

Its no more than ten minutes before frank does infact get that restlessness gone. The cookie dough abandoned into the fridge and sweats pushed beneath his knees. Thick cock bullying into your gummy walls in controlled rocks of his hips that make you sob quietly.

Your fingers, clean of the dough thanks to franks mouth, grasping the counter tight as your legs tremble beneath your weight, hardly holding you up. Panties and sleepwear looped around one ankle as you shuffle slightly, making frank chuckle. "Gettin all shakey now, You close sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and cum on that cock f'me?" voice rough as his arm tugs you back against his chest; holding you up and not giving you an escape to the pleasure that blooms in your core.

Its not long before he's luring you into an orgasm, ached against his chest as his fingers draw figure eights to your poor clit. "Yeah, yeah there it is, you give it to me sweetheart" Bouncing you back against him until the heat of his own release paints your insides, your head drooping forward tiredly.

"There we go.. I know.. I know sweetheart" he rumbles, making quick work of tucking himself back into his sweats as he softens. Hands coming back to your hips to tug your underwear and sleep bottoms back up.

Fuzzy headed and pumped full as you let him spin you round, picking your frame up until your still shakey legs wrap weakly on his hips and hes carrying you down the hall. "lets get you back to bed, All tired out now huh?"

Its fair to say you sleep better than you have in a while after that, cookies abandoned until the afternoon after a morning spent content in Franks arms. Perhaps next time you'll take his advice and let him help..

And with our dear dear Matthew? Well, how dare you interrupt his cuddle time..

"Now Sweetpea.." Matt tuts, making you startle as you turn to him stood against the far counter, unable to hide the smirk that graces his lips at the kick up of your heartbeat. "What did we talk about?"

"Matty! You gasp, flour covered hand over your chest. "You scared me."

He makes no moves, arms still crossed. "Asked you a question baby.."

You sigh, head angled down slightly as you shuffle quietly on your feet, voice a little guilty. "You Uh.. Said i wasnt to.. To bake in the middle of the night.."

"Mhmm.. Thats right." Matt nods, stepping closer to trap you against the counter. Your back pressing into the cool marble."So you wanna let me know why I've woken up to your side of the bed cold.. House smellin of sugar and cinnamon?"

"Cause.. " you start defeated; thoroughly caught as two of his fingers tilt your jaw up. A smug expression on his face at the way you melt into the touch slightly. "Cause i was baking.. In the middle of the night.. Again."

He hums, other hand making its away up your arm. "I know.. And you know i cant sleep comfortably without you.. So what're we going to do about that hm?"

"goin to.. To let me finish up.. N ill come back to bed?.." you try a little mischievously and matt cant deny it amuses him. Defiant and cheeky, thats you alright.

Except, it doesnt amuse him enough. Doesnt make him huff out the usual laugh you love. Instead his stance remains stoic, unbreaking. Too tired and unwilling to let you play your game- this messy kitchen situation is breaking into his nightly cuddle time and Matthew Murdock does not play about that with you.

"Oh good try.. Real good try sweetpea.." he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead with something much more tender than his tone of voice. Grip on your shoulder tightening just enough to allow him to push your frame around to the couch. "But No.. No were gonna get you tired out instead. Use up all that energy in a different way.. "

And much like Frank, Matt uses up that energy quickly.

Cinnamon and sugar still hanging in the air as it mixes with the scent of sex. The honey sweet of your arousal coating his lap, your thighs, slick and shiney. The sloppy sounds from your gooey cunt sending that extra spark of embarrassment down your spine.

"Mhm there you go, that's it sweetie." matt grins, hands on your waist as he helps bounce you down on him. Plush thighs bracketing his hips as you ride him desperately. "Fucking yourself on my cock like a good girl. Feels so good doesnt it?"

Your heartbeat pounds erratically in both matts ears and your own, sweat clinging to your skin from the enthusiasm. "Matt- matty please.."

"Please what sweetpea? What'd you want me to do?" he smirks, a low chuckle sounding out at the way you shiver in his hold. He can feel the tight clenches of your cunt, feel the ripple of your walls as they quiver around him. Your close, so fucking close, but your finally getting tired. Exhaustion slowing your pace considerably.

"Oh.. Oh i get it.." Matt murmers, dropping back against the couch cushions slightly. His hips jut out a little further, feet flat on the floor as he runs a hand up your spine until it rests against the back of your neck and pushes. Scruffing you just slightly, like a misbehaved animal. "My baby's gettin sleepy now huh? Needs me to do all the work.."

You dont have time to think, let alone respond before his cock punches deep and fast. Your squeals muffled against the juncture of his neck as you little but take it. Tears brewing in your eyes as they flutter and roll. "G-gon..gonna cum, oh fuck Matty!"

Matt just grins, hand pushing your head further into his skin as you squeak and squeal, body going lax in his grip as your orgasm crests. "Yeah. Yeah you do it. Just gotta cum alright? Cum on that cock like a big brave girl, then we'll getcha to bed.."

That night you hardly remember even ending up in bed, the last thing you recall being Matt pounding inside of you so quick it was dizzying. Wearing you out so perfectly that it keeps you held in his arms past the pestering blair of your usual alarm. Cinnamon gone from the air now as your half finished dough still sits on the counter abandoned. Your soft, past out snores drawing a smug smile back to Matts lips.

[innerfare]

Blue Balls - Ace: Part 2 

Summary: Ace takes care of his blue balls; text below the cut. If you haven't already, read Part 1 here!

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Afab!Reader

Genre: smut

CW: penetrative sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 1,255

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Ace couldn’t believe his rotten luck. 

Thatch had you on deck that entire night handling something, and just before dawn, Pops sent Ace out on a mission to a nearby island. It had all happened so quickly and he’d barely had the chance to tell you goodbye and punch Marco in the arm for that knowing, teasing look on his face before he was off. 

When he returned, it was just past three in the morning, and he was absolutely miserable, with a hole in his stomach and a throbbing, aching problem between his legs. He ground his teeth together to keep from groaning as he climbed onto the ship. 

Rotten luck, indeed. 

He’d had a real rough go of things, not just because he had a serious case of blue balls but because that mission Pops had sent him on had proven to be the sort of thing that only the second division commander could really take care of. 

He normally enjoyed that sort of thing, and he’d had a few moments that he relished, but ultimately, his mind was on you and the fact he hadn’t told Thatch to go fuck himself that night. 

Marco met him on deck with a plate of food that Ace tucked into as soon as he dropped his things. As he bit into two rice balls at once, he gave the deck of the Moby Dick a once over. It was deserted, most of the crew asleep in their hammocks for the night. 

“She wanted to wait up for you,” Marco said with a knowing look, "but I sent her to bed. Thatch has been running her ragged, poor thing.” 

Ace grunted with a mouthful of food, Marco’s phrasing conjuring images in his head that he knew he should have been ashamed of. But he wasn’t ashamed. He was tired and hungry, and he needed you.

“You should let her sleep. She’s in for another long day tomorrow.” Marco chuckled and clapped Ace on the shoulder. “But if you want to keep her awake, I’m guessing you could bribe Thatch with some of that sake you brought back.” 

Ace just nodded and headed inside.

Exhausted, he paused outside the door and pressed his forehead into it. His blood was absolutely boiling in his veins, and he knew he needed to calm down some before coming on to you, but he wasn’t sure how to do that. 

A sound filtered through the door, and Ace’s ears twitched. 

No way. 

He leaned in closer and held his breath to listen. Sure enough, he heard a small, wanton moan come from inside his cabin. 

Ace’s heart jumped in his chest. All thoughts of remaining calm and slipping quietly into bed left his mind. He whipped open the door. He intended to slip inside smoothly, but he ended up stumbling, accidentally slamming the door shut behind him. 

You gasped, sitting up straight in bed. You squinted in the dark, only just making out a tall, broad figure in a cowboy hat. “Ace?” 

“Did you really get started without me?” Ace stepped out of his boots, almost tripping he was in such a rush. “You knew I was coming home tonight.” 

“I started thinking you got delayed and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.” You fell back on the pillows, enveloped in the scent of him once more. You were naked under the covers with your hand still between your legs, where you had been rubbing furiously at your clit in a pathetic attempt to get off on your own. 

“I’m here now.” He shoved his shorts down and stepped out of those, too; he never wore anything underneath. He practically dove into bed, struggling to get the covers off your body. 

He felt your lips on his shoulder. 

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe under the weight of your boyfriend, but you didn’t dare complain as the two of you struggled to get the covers out from between you. His crushing weight on top of you was the best feeling in the world. 

Well, one of the best feelings in the world. 

“How many times did you cum?” He asked, finally peeling back the covers. He pressed his naked body into yours and groaned. “How many times did you cum without me?” 

“You interrupted before I could finish,” you told him. You sighed in relief at the feel of his chest against yours. Your hands went straight to his black locks, but they didn’t stay there for very long. You ran them down his face and neck, squeezed his shoulders, and grabbed hold of his muscular biceps. 

“What about last night?” He pushed your head to the side and went to work on your neck, kissing and sucking to his heart’s content, biting so hard you mewled in pain. “How many times did you cum last night?” 

“None.” 

“And the night before?” 

You hesitated, but answered honestly. “Once.” 

He didn’t run his fingers up and down your slit. He didn’t tongue fuck you to make sure you were good and ready. Hell, he didn’t even ask you to finish the blowjob you’d been giving him before the two of you were separated. He just aligned his cock with your slick entrance. 

“Need this so bad,” he moaned into your shoulder. “I have the worst blue balls of my life right now. Hurts so bad.” 

“You say that every time.” 

“It hurts every time.” He pushed the head of his cock into your entrance and let out a loud groan as if nobody could hear. “Oh, that feels so good.” He pushed another inch in. “Tell me how you came the other night, sweetheart. Tell me all about it.” 

“I was thinking about that time you went down on me on deck,” you confessed. “When the others were all drinking in town.” 

Ace hummed in encouragement, pushing another inch in. His mouth watered and his abdominal muscles spasmed at the feel of your warmth encasing him bit by bit.

You whined at the stretch but kept on. “I rode your pillow like it was your thigh. It was so good.” Another inch, another whine. “I’m pretty sure Marco heard. He knocked on the door right after I came to check on me.” 

That bastard, Ace thought to himself. 

He couldn’t stop himself. He bottomed out inside you, pushing your thighs apart for better access. He rolled his hips against yours, fucking you like a maniac, the two of you panting and moaning.  

He was a complete mess, a sheen of sweat appearing on his brow line as he fucked you. He panted and whimpered, his rhythm far less consistent than usual. He rutted into you like he'd never done it before, like he'd never even experienced pleasure before.

Ace at least had the sense to thumb your clit while he fucked you, but he couldn’t think of anything beyond that. He tried desperately to hold off until you came. 

The second he felt your walls tighten around him and your nails dig deeper into his back, he released all of the tension he’d been carrying around with him, filling you with his cum. He gave another few deep strokes before collapsing on top of you. 

“So tired,” he muttered into your hair, still inside of you. 

You rubbed the back of his neck. “Go to sleep, then. We can catch up in the morning.” 

Ace didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed you one final time and was out like a light. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[rikkiz]

don't know how comfortable you'd be with it but it's said that orgasms help with period cramps so....👀 could you do something like that?

hope you're having a nice day/night

Cramp Relief - Nishimura Riki

Every month you had to suffer with a few days of having a period and you’ve had to for years at this point. There were always times where your period was easier and times where it was more rough and this time was definitely the latter.

Riki and you were having a sleepover and you had gone to take a shower. You came back after the shower, a towel wrapped around your body and a tampon/pad package in your hand, and Riki looked up from his phone screen from where he sat on the bed.

He knew you were on your period because you’d been complaining a lot about your cramps and not feeling well because of it this time around.

You had the towel that was wrapped around you tucked in so that you didn’t have to hold it and you had gone to get some clothes when you got a terrible cramp. You winced and held your lower stomach as you waited for the cramp to subside.

Riki watched you from the bed before getting up, his phone getting put on the nightstand, and going over to you. He comes up behind you and puts his hands over yours.

“Still having bad cramps?” Riki asked.

“Yes.” You sigh out, just wanting it to be over with.

“I was looking online last night,” Riki started, “for things that help with period cramps.”

“You were?” You were a little shocked.

“You’ve been complaining about it extra this time.” Riki pointed out which was true.

“Well, what did it say?” You ask.

“It said a few things but one thing really stuck out to me.” Riki tells you.

“What?” You ask.

“Orgasms.” Riki says, giving you a playful look.

Your cheeks heat up, thinking he was going to say something like heating pads or something like that. “Really?” You respond, wanting to know if it was actually true or if he was just saying it.

“Something about blood flow.” Riki shrugs a little. “But, this is something I can definitely assist with…” He adds.

“Like, by doing what?” I ask.

“By fucking you.” Riki responds like it’s the most obvious thing.

“But I’m literally bleeding down there and it’d be kind of gross.” You point out.

“I don’t care about that.. What’s a little blood?” Riki responds in a light manner, a small smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and smile as well, “I mean, I guess we can test it out…”

Riki smiles down at you before taking the towel off your body, letting it drop to the floor. He looks your body up and down before leaning down a bit, his hands going on the back of your thighs as he picks you up, making you straddle his waist, completely naked, as he brings you to the bed, laying you down carefully.

He pulls his pants down his legs, not fully off of him, before he’s already over you again, his halfway hardened cock hitting your thigh.

His hands go to his cock to pump it a few times as he looks up at you, pre-cum leaking, he asks, “You good?” He asks, wanting to know if you felt like you were ready to take him. You nodded and smiled a little as you looked down and watched him position himself and sink into you until he’s balls deep in you.

You moan out as you adjust to the feeling and he just watches, waiting for you to get comfortable. You look up at him and give him a subtle nod and he starts to move his hips.

It didn’t take longs for his movements to go from slow and gentle to slightly more rough and quick. Your hands are on his biceps, holding onto him as he continues his movements.

“Fuck, feel so good.” Riki mutters out through a groan. You let out a moan at his words.

It didn’t take long for you to feel yourself growing close. “Riki, Riki… ‘m close.” You whimper out.

“Wait a sec, wait..” Riki breathes out, wanting to cum with you.

You bite your lip, holding back as best as you can, before a little while later, Riki’s nodding a bit, “Cum for me. Cum, baby.” He says and at his words, you finally let yourself come undone.

Riki’s moving his hips against you a few more times before he pulls out and pumps himself once before he’s cumming on your bare stomach.

After you both calm down, Riki looks up and asks, “So, did it work?” A teasing smile on his face.

[juyeonszn]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

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TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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[maxlarens]

(last one for now) 🩷: Logan + (american 😤) football game 🥹

honestly this is how i think that me going to a american football game would go (at least re: not knowing whats going on). anyway loved this idea actually thank u 💝 can u tell i dont understand how american football works

cw: ummm slightly suggestive?

“Logan,” you sigh, “I’m sorry, I know this is fun for you, but what the fuck is going on down there?”

Logan laughs, tips his head back so you can see the line of his throat. Foamy beer sloshes over the rim of his plastic cup as he points an arm out, gesturing at players down on the field. You’ve got no real way to know who he means when he says words like Quarterback and Wide Receiver and Outside Linebacker. It’s a whole different language, never mind the way his accent has thickened since he’s been home. Vowels turning honey-sweet and long.

“You understand?”, he asks off the back of a long spiel that you definitely didn’t get.

You wince a little, shake your head, “All I got is that they’re chucking a ball around, Loges. Same as every other sport.”

Logan raises a blonde eyebrow at you, smile tugging charmingly at his mouth, “Every other sport?”

“Yuh huh. Tennis, soccer, footy— uh, padel. Even you guys, I guess.”

A snort, indelicate, childish as he waits for you to elaborate. Clearly intrigued to see how you’ll relate the two, “Go on.”

You shrug sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed about your dumb joke, but persevering anyway, “Yeah, y’know. Twenty of you slinging your balls around the track every weekend.”

Logan, who’d made the mistake of taking a sip of his beer, bursts suddenly into laughter. Has to redirect the beer-spray that shoots out of his mouth onto the concrete steps below you. Not quick enough apparently, as some hits your bare knee. You can’t help joining in on his snickering as you wipe your knee dry with a napkin.

“Gross,” you complain.

“I’m gross?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Yeah. You spat on me.”

Logan’s cornflower blue eyes sparkle under the stadium light. You eye the smattering of blonde stubble as his jaw ticks. Mouth twisting in amusement.

He shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders, expression glinting with something familiar, “I’ve done worse.”

Something tingles down your spine as you bite the inside of your cheek. You raise both eyebrows at him in surprise, maybe just daring him to go on.

“Oh, have you?”, you bite, knowing for certain fact he has, just wanting to hear him say it.

He nods, a polite, perfunctory thing, says, “Yes ma’am,” pretends like he doesn’t know what that does to you.

You purse your lips like you’ve sucked on a sour lemon. Raise an eyebrow at him incredulously for what feels like the hundredth time today. Really, it asks.

His eyes are still bright and mischievous. Happy. The crowd erupts into cheers as some Quarterback or Linebacker or fucking whatever, scores a goal or a touchdown or something of that nature. Neither of you are looking— only at each other.

You grab for the plastic cup in Logan’s hand, in an attempt to stifle the electricity buzzing between you— it’s not the place, nor the time, “Gimme that.”

His lip curls up, satisfied, acquiescing the drink easily to you, “Sure thing, babe.”

A little breathless, a little warm, you gulp down lukewarm beer in an attempt to stifle the heat inside you.

“You’re fucken’ evil, Sargeant.”

He hums, “Yeah. You love it.”

what is it with logan and me making the drabble slightly h*rny. is it just because i’m writing it for u viv????? is it logan?????

[marks-bby]

LIKE YOU !! + 42!MILES MORALES

+ ex!miles morales x f!reader

+ the reader is black in mind but i guess you can read it regardless🤷🏽‍♀️, based off of bow wow’s like you with ciara, ganke exists in earth 42 in here, miles wants reader back, i am NOT fluent in spanish so PLEASE let me know if i fucked up!!

“you can’t be fucking serious.” you stare at the package next to your feet. you didn’t even have to question who it came from. no one bought you package except for him.

[ name ] morales was labeled on the package. “oh he’s ballsy.” you laugh.

picking it up and placing it in the piles which the rest of the unopened boxes, you pull out your phone, dialing his number.

“hello?”

“hey ma.”

“enough with that ‘ma’ shit. why do you keep sending me packages?”

“what? i can’t spoil my girl.” he chuckles.

your knees practically buckled at the words “my girl”. you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss it.

“i’m not your girl. we’ve went over this.”

“keep saying that, ma. y’know you love me.”

“bye, miles.”

you click the red button on your phone, throwing it on your bed. “this boy is gonna be the death of me.”

and school was no different.

you kept finding letters and small presents in your locker. necklaces, rings, earrings. shit, sometimes cash too. you weren’t complaining. most of the items were things you had your eyes on for a while.

“you like them?” a voice speaks behind your locker door. “jesus!” you slam the door. “what are you doing here?” your voice comes out frustrated but you were actually glad to see him.

“you didn’t answer my question, nena. do you like them?” you purse your lips, making it seem like you’re thinking. “maybe. but you’ve got to stop sending me shit.”

“why? it’s my money.” “i’m gonna start giving it to people if you don’t. and you have balls for putting [ name ] morales.” you laugh. “i knew you’d like it.” he walks off to ganke, but not before ghosting his hand with yours, making a shiver shoot down your spine.

“ooo~” your friends tease from behind you, scaring you. “would you shut up?” “what happened to ‘i’ll never fall in love again’?” “i’m not in love,” you scoff, “and definitely not with him.” you roll your eyes as the bell rings.

“i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“you gonna go see him?” they snicker. not having the energy to give a verbal response, you flick them off, cursing under your breath.

8 pm read in your clock. all the studying was starting to put you into a sleepy haze. you had 2 hours left until your “bedtime” but it wouldn’t hurt to sleep early.

of course, you could never catch a wink of shut eye. a tapping from your window catching your attention. “miles?” he taps the window again, mouthing let me in.

lifting up the glass and moving aside, he steps in. “nothing has changed.” he notes. “what are you doing here?” you question, unamused. “what now? i can’t visit?” “do you not know how a break up works? we don’t see each other, we don’t talk to each other. nothing.” “see, that’s were you got it twisted. we never broke up. it was just a break.”

you laugh. “you’re crazy.” “llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero.” you buckled a bit. “mhm.” you smirk. “those boxes at my front door can show for it.” now it’s his turn to laugh.

“so, what’s it gonna be ma? we still together or what?” he steps closer to you, his lips ghosting yours. “i thought we were already together.”

“buena chica.” his lips close the gap between the both of you, igniting the extinguished flame in you.

llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero - call it what you want, mami. but i still love you.

nena - girl

buena chica - good girl

[shaunamilfman]

it's just indifference

pairing: shauna shipman x reader summary: You couldn't bite back your bitchy comment as Shauna walked in twenty minutes later than you agreed upon to work on your project, but you soon found that you couldn't regret it at all as you realized how hot she was when she was mad. Especially when it makes her stare you down as she climbs into your lap. note: smut if it isn't obvious.

Had Shauna shown up on time, this never would have happened. But she was, in fact, twenty minutes late, and you couldn’t resist the urge to let out an irritated sigh as she walked into your room. She stops in the doorway, her hand clenched tightly around your door knob before she lets out a deep breath and closes it behind her. The door clicks shut gentler than you thought her capable of as she starts rifling through her bag for her notebooks.

“Practice ran late,” she says stiffly, a noticeable lack of apology as she collapses into your desk chair. 

You weren’t planning on purposely pissing her off, but you quickly realized how hot she was as silently raged in the corner of your room. You were almost amazed at how quickly it happened, how quick she was to anger. It must’ve been something at practice, or on the drive to whatever friend she had to drop off. 

It’s why the two of you ended up at your house instead of the library, as you only lived a few streets down. You certainly weren’t complaining. It saved you the hours you would’ve spent fucking around in the library till she got out of practice.

“Yeah, I guess when that’s all you have going for you, it must take priority.”

Her hand slams down on the desk with enough force that it shakes against the wall. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You shrug leisurely, sitting up on your bed to get a better look at her. “Nothing.”

“No, obviously, you have something you want to say. Go ahead,” she says, leaning towards you, not the slightest bit self-conscious of the way it gives you a clear view down her shirt. Her eyes widen with realization as she catches your eyes flicking downward, her expression turning smug at the sign of interest.

“I guess I’m just tired of having to do all the work because some idiot jock wants to chase a ball around a field all day.”

“I’m not stupid.” She crosses her arms over her chest, her foot tapping impatiently against the ground.

Thinking Shauna was stupid was far from the truth– you were actually quite relieved when you realized you’d been paired together, knowing from personal experience just how smart she was. You’d caught sight of her last English test grade, after all. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen her get her test handed back face down, so you figured she had to be pretty intelligent. Still, it seemed like a quick way to piss her off.

“Is that right?” You ask, feigning disinterest. “Guess I’m just not a fan of your type, then.”

“Not a fan of me, you mean. Whatever. You’re not the first person to assume that all I can do is look pretty and kick a ball.” She scowls.

You laugh, laying back against the bed. “I never said you were pretty.”

“Oh? So you’ve got jokes now, huh?”

“Why? You too sensitive for them?”

She stiffens at that, her brown eyes flashing with annoyance as she stares down at her notes like her life depended on it. 

“Is that what you think?” She asks, her body tensing as she tries to bite back a harsh retort. Instead, she sighs out slowly, silently trying to get a handle on her rage as she clenches her pencil tight enough that her hand shakes with the effort. You watch as her knuckles whiten, a harsh set of her jaw that makes you want to push against that fragile sense of control until she snaps.

“Yeah,” you say slowly. “Do you need me to use smaller words?”

That’s it. Her pencil snaps, her notes scattering to the floor as she stands up. She marches toward you, each step heavy and filled with intent. You prop yourself lazily on your elbows as she approaches, standing at the foot of the bed as she shakes beneath the weight of her rage.

“Mm. You don’t like me,” she starts, the bed sinking beneath her as she crawls toward you. You gasp sharply as one of her knees comes to rest against your hip, and then soon the other, straddling you on her knees. 

“But you want me.” 

Your hands come up to rest on her hips, a movement so unconscious that you don’t even realize till you feel the warmth of her against your palms even through her shorts. She smirks down at you, her gaze almost predatory as she takes in the sight of you.

“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?” You ask, lamely. It’s not your best response by miles, but you’re far too focused on not embarrassing yourself further as she sinks down in your lap. 

You inhale sharply at the sudden weight resting against you, a reaction that clearly delights Shauna as she grips a fist full of your shirt between her fingers. 

She laughs, quiet and far too knowing as she slowly rocks her hips forward. The bed creaks with each powerful roll of her hips, the muscles in her thighs flexing distractingly all the while. You’re so distracted, in fact, that you don’t realize her hand has moved until it’s gripping your chin. Her thumb digs painfully into your jaw as she forces you to look at her. 

“Just highly enough, I think.” Shauna’s voice lowers into a whisper as she leans closer, turning your head to mouth at your neck. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. I’m pretty perceptive, you know.”

She pulls back, leaving you to chase after her lips before you get ahold of yourself.

“Perceptive, huh?” you ask, running your hands up her sides as you lift her shirt up. Your fingers rest just under her bra, your thumbs just grazing her chest as you watch the intoxicating way she moves. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way her muscles tense, following her as she moves. She hums, leaning forward to show off as she enjoys how blatantly you were staring at her.

“What am I thinking right now?”

“If I answer that, you’ll just deny it.” She moans as she hits just the right angle, her hips stuttering for a moment before she recovers.

“Try it?”

“You’re thinking about how good I feel on your lap,” she tries, keeping a steady rhythm as she lets you pull her shirt off and over her head. You go straight for her arms, squeezing her biceps happily as you test their firmness. You can’t help but grin: she’s just as strong as you imagined she was. 

Her breath hitches as your fingers graze her stomach, blushing prettily as she catches you staring at her chest. “And,” she continues, grabbing at your wrists as she pins them down. “You’re thinking you’d like to know how strong I am.”

“Wrong,” you murmur. 

She laughs, a dry mocking sound that sends shivers down your spine. Her hands move from your wrists to rest on your stomach as she rests her weight on you, a grounding pressure that keeps all your attention on her as she pushes you down into the bed.

“Yeah?” she asks breathily, clenching the fabric of your shirt between her fingers and watching as it exposes the skin of your stomach.

“Thinking about how much I'd rather be doing our English project.”

She snorts, a dorky laugh escaping that clearly embarrasses her as her hips still. She looks away, hiding the flush of her face as she stares daggers at the sheets. 

“No,” you say, amused. “Keep going. I like the whole thing you have going on.” 

“That right?”

“Yeah, it's working for you. You look hot.”

“Hotter than Jackie?” She asks. 

“Who?”

Her expression is unreadable, a dozen different emotions crossing her face before she finally settles on one you've never seen from her: hunger. She surges forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as she roughly grinds down against your lap. 

You gasp, digging your fingers into her hips as you pull her harder against you. She moans against your skin, sucking a mark into the line of your jaw as her nails drag across your stomach. Her body’s warm where it's pressed against you, nearly chest-to-chest as she takes what she needs from you.

Her back arches as you blindly reach between your bodies, fingers teasing at the waistband of her shorts as your fingertips just barely slip beneath them. “You’re so annoying,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin as her teeth graze delicately along the skin beneath your jaw.

“God…” she pants, her face buried into your neck as she lets out a whine. Her jaws a little slack, lips parted as quiet sounds are forced out of her.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmur idly, your thumb rubbing across the button of her pants.

“Shut up.” She huffs. “You're so stupid.”

You nod, stupidly, eager to please as your fingers make light work of opening up her shorts. She sighs as the button comes undone, the cool air rushing against her warm skin. She only gets more eager as your fingers slowly pull down the zipper, letting out a breathless laugh against your skin.

She shudders against you as the palm of your hand presses against her stomach, your fingers nearly dipping into her underwear, but not quite.

“Stupid,” she mumbles against your skin. Shauna’s trying to come off as annoyed, but her voice is too breathy and shaky to be effective. “Stupid and dumb and…” She trails off, her body jolting as your hand sneaks beneath the denim.

“And?” You prompt, palming her warm skin through the fabric of her panties.

“Don’t–” Her words cut off with a sharp gasp, her teeth sinking into your skin as she struggles between pushing up against your hand or pressing down against your lap, lost in her need for some kind of friction.

“I hate you,” she says, fingers clutching at your shirt as if to pull you closer. Despite her complaints, she makes no effort to remove your hand from her shorts, shifting on top of you to spread her knees wider. Her voice is strangled as she pants against your throat, shuddering against a particularly clever brush of your fingers—she's so wound up and it's making her desperate.

“You’re kind of mean,” you comment, pressing your palm against her clit as you slip a finger inside her. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your hips, her knees digging into your sides as she stares down at you. Her eyes are slightly unfocused, her teeth digging into her lip to keep herself quiet.

She props herself up on her arms, hands resting on either side of your head as her hair brushes against your face. Shauna uses the position to her advantage, rolling her hips into your hand as she uses her leverage.

“You deserve it,” she huffs, trying to glare at you but ending up moaning as your fingers keep their pace. Her thighs jerk, hips rolling in desperate circles as you coax the pleasure out of her with each torturously slow thrust. She’s wound up so tight she can barely stand it.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up–” Shauna breaks off into a moan, her fingers digging painfully into your shoulder in retaliation.

She’s arching into your hand, her body trembling with each gasp that escapes her. Shauna’s pissed, and more than a little humiliated to find herself so quickly at your mercy. It’s clear that this wasn’t how she saw this whole night going. She can’t help the roll of her hips against your hand, forcing you deeper as she practically rides your finger. “Give me another one,” she demands.

“Would it kill you to be nicer?” You mutter, slipping another finger inside of her with little complaint. She cries out, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face at how sensitive she is.

“Would it kill you to stop– to stop talking?” 

You groan, one hand fisting in her hair as you pull her neck close enough to reach with your mouth. Shauna moans at the flash of pain, and whether it was the hand pulling her hair or the feeling of your teeth sinking into her neck that made her eyes slam shut as she cries out and buries her face into your shoulder, you’ll never know.

“Did you just–” 

She slaps a hand over your mouth, embarrassed and shy all of the sudden as she lazily rocks into your hand. 

“No,” she hisses, shaking her head even her face flushes a deep red. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, a distracting motion that makes your view down her bra all that more enticing. Her thighs tremble around you, telling enough that even she starts to realize how stupid she looks denying it. 

She nearly whimpers as you give her hair a little tug, her hips twitching as she bites her lip to stifle the noise. Shauna’s so sensitive in the aftermath, but she can’t seem to fully pull herself away from you.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare say anything,” she warns.

She pulls her hand away with a gasp as you bite at her fingers, examining them closely as she sits up on your hips. Shauna still can't meet your eye, steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the hand you still have shoved in her pants as she pretends to look at literally anything else in your room. 

“It's okay,” you start, a mocking press of your palm against her that has her grinding on your hand again. “I heard finishing too soon–”

“You're the worst,” she manages through gritted teeth, her jaw clenched as she finally manages to look you in the eye. Despite her complaints she's still moving steadily against your hand, the rock of her hips putting your wrist in an uncomfortable position now that she's sitting up. 

She opens her mouth, presumably to complain as you pull your hand away, but she shuts up just as quickly as your fingers curl around her chin. Her eyes flick down at your hand, your wet fingers leaving streaks against her face where you hold her. 

You watch as her mouth parts, licking her lips before reaching for your hand. She watches you closely as she slowly takes your fingertip into her mouth, her tongue darting out to lap at the web of your fingers before she moves onto the next. She’s almost methodical in her movements, actions perfectly designed to drive you crazy. 

God, she was just something else.

“You know what I’m thinking about now?” You ask, unable to take your eyes off of her for even a second.

She hums around your fingers in lieu of an answer, the vibrations making your breath hitch as you stutter over a reply. “Thinking about how good you’d look underneath me.”

Shauna can't speak with your fingers in her mouth and instead lets out a low whine as she sucks on them, tongue swirling around them as she turns her attention to your last finger. 

Shauna pulls your fingers out with a wet pop, holding on to your wrist as she drags your spit soaked fingers across your face. You wrinkle your nose as you squirm away from it, but she only delights in your reaction. “That’s for pissing me off,” she mutters, just low enough that you weren’t sure whether it was meant for you or not.

“You don’t think I look good on top of you?” she continues, leaning back on her knees as her fingers play with the waistband of her panties. You watch as her fingertips just barely slides beneath, ensuring she has your attention before the rest of her hand disappears into her panties.

It's too much for her, you can tell. She's so sensitive that she can barely take it, but she stubbornly refuses to stop. The expression on her face verges on pained, a choked noise leaving her lips as her hips jerk clumsily against her hand. 

She's battling the urge to keep her eyes focused on you, just barely starting to slip shut before she catches herself. “Fucker,” she grumbles, enjoying your attention despite herself. You run your hands up her thighs, scratching your nails down the length of them as Shauna squirms on top of you. 

The muscles in her thighs tremble from the effort after spending so long riding you, on top of the time she's spent practicing. You're impressed she's managed it this long. You can't even imagine how sore she must be. It makes you wonder how long she could go at the top of her game, how long she could–

“Hey,” she whines. “Pay attention. Do you have something better to do?” Shauna can barely find the strength to ride her hand anymore, settling for a slow grind as the sweat drips down her face. Her head is thrown back as she finally lets her eyes closed, exposing the delicate arch of her neck and the beginnings of a dark bruise you'd sucked into her neck. 

You can't take it anymore, reaching up and pulling her down to meet your lips before flipping her on her back. Shauna grunts in surprise, squirming beneath you as she pulls her hand out of her shorts. She tugs at the back of your shirt, pulling it over your head and making you flail around like an idiot as she gets it stuck on your arms. 

You throw it to the floor with a huff as you finally manage to untangle yourself from it, glaring down at her as she grins from ear-to-ear. 

With her back pressed up against the bed, she looks a little more disheveled than before: her hair messy as it spreads around her head, her face flushed with heat as she gives you a familiar smirk. 

Shauna laughs, wrapping her legs around your waist and pulling you closer, forcing you down on top of her. She looks so smug, so pleased with herself that all you want to do is wipe that cocky look from her face. You push up on your knees, ignoring her complaint as you trail kisses down her neck. 

You can't resist mouthing at her chest through her bra, pulling away with a teasing nip that has her pulling at your hair as you move to kiss your way down her stomach. You sit back on your knees as you get to her shorts, fingers curling around the waist as you start to work them down her legs. 

Shauna's all too eager to assist, planting her feet and arching her hips off the bed as you pull her shorts down her legs. She makes a pleased noise as you press a kiss against her knee, hooking her other leg over your shoulder and she spreads her knees wider. 

The sound she makes as your lips graze her inner thigh is nothing short of obscene, her hand grabbing at head on nothing but pure reflex. 

Her eyes slam shut in embarrassment as she realizes just how needy she sounds. “You–You're so– God. Just eat me.” She pulls painfully against your hair, clearly trying to save face, but no one has to tell you twice. 

You're eager to finally get a taste, having wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her pussy for most of the night. She cries out at the first touch of your tongue, so sensitive and so worked up that it's clearly all she can do not to come right then. 

Shauna huffs out a laugh as you squeeze her thigh, lazily moving into your mouth in a sign of encouragement. Reassured, you turn your attention back to her clit, giving it as much attention as she can bear. 

She swats your hand away as you tentatively trail it up her thigh, keeping your head in place as she pulls you just where she wants you. Shauna gets so eager that you have to pin her hips down, bucking into your mouth as you start to suck and then–

“Fuck,” she calls out, a high and needy cry that you know she'll deny making when she has the ability to. Her thighs shake uncontrollably on your shoulders, breathing heavily as she comes down. 

“I'm tired,” she whines, trying to arch away into the bed. You rub the outside of her thigh comfortingly, tentatively licking into her as she relaxes. 

“Stop. Stop,” she pants, her foot pressing into your side. “I can barely think.” 

“What's a jock need to think for, huh?” You ask, pulling your mouth away from her as you stare up at her from between her thighs. You glance down meaningfully before meeting Shauna's eyes again in a silent question. She seems to honestly consider it for a second before shaking her head, pushing weakly at your face as she lets her legs fall open. 

“You're such a distraction,” she complains, her eyes narrowing on the way your face glistens before forcing herself to look away. “We were supposed to be working on the project, idiot.”

“Finished it before you got here,” you say, flopping down next to her as you stretch out. She turns on her side to face you, her eyes narrowed as she tries to find something else to complain about. 

Finally, after a long minute of contemplation. “You seriously took all my clothes off but my bra?”

You snicker, one arm resting across your eyes as you block out the light. Shauna huffs, hesitantly scooting closer to rest her head on your chest. 

She trails her hand down your stomach, scratching lightly at the skin. “When I can think again,” Shauna warns playfully, lazily snapping the waistband of your underwear against your skin. 

[itsbeeble]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU'RE INVITED!

PAIRINGS: tbz x f!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, minimal angst, crack

WARNINGS: smut, minor angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, alcohol, swearing, more warnings to be added to the individual fics 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? If so, then these fics are just for you! Join us as we take a glimpse into the Tau Beta Zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE: The way me and Fawn have been planning this for so long omgggg. Me and Fawn are so excited to announce this collab in celebration of my 1 year on tumblr, 6 year anniversary of The Boyz, AND as just a fun little event!! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am hehe. And please feel free to send an ask or comment on this post if you'd like to be tagged in each part!!

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of schoolwork for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O'CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 | PT. 2)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

© juyeonszn & itsbeeble. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[bunnivez]

Modern! Zoya…

Her first job was as a tattoo artist. Most of her costumers were women, they would specifically ask for her to do their tattoos; both because of her amazing work and the other… to get a close look at her. Whats better? Zoya is aware of the many women she is pulling (๑>؂•̀๑)

Imagine you two meet randomly bumping against each other and turns out you work at the shop right next to the one she works at!

Or you got recomendad by your friend to go to a certain shop to get your tattoo done, telling you to specifically ask for a woman named Zoya since her work is more professional and she is more trusted to give you great results.

She used to live in an apartment until she got a husky… I mean she it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford an average house but damn, she now has to pay more…

Has a love-hate relationship with her dog TRUST. Often complains of their sudden howling and the amount of hair they shed.

“It’s 1:30AM why the fuck are you howling like that!? You sound like you’re dying!” “Oh my f… You know i’m tempted in leaving you bald so I don’t have to deal with having your hair on the couch.”

At the same time however, they are also her best buddy and friend. There are times where she even lets them sleep with her on bed… For at least an hour before Zoya falls asleep and accidentally pushes s them off the bed in the middle of the night.

Yes she is a messy sleeper, god knows how the heck she ends up with on leg on the headboard and the other hanging on the bed. She snores like a dad…

Like even her huskey got scared for a second and kept barking until she woke up.

Listen, when going out she has this whole badass outfit, rings on her fingers, chains, unbuttoned blouse, a whole ass fit that screams “DADDY”

And then there are times where she just pulls up to the grocery store with an “Idgaf” outfit… Yet somehow she still looks hot. Jorts, a black baggy shirt, socks with the damn sandals or crocs combo (ಠ_ಠ)

Has a tongue piercing and you cannot tell me otherwise. If not, it is definitely her nipples.

Dark or alcohol filled chocolates girly. She isn’t a fan of overly sweet stuff.

Once choked on boba balls.

Honestly she can be romantic at times. She takes you to dates often— if not she plans something you two can do at home. Like cook, watch movies, play games or something.

Motorcycle rides with her are very common, more so with the fact that she doesn’t really own a car… Which she did confess that she may or may not be the best at driving.

Who knows how the heck she managed to stay alive with the many incidents she’s had while driving.. I guess she’s immortal.

Has an electric guitar, she posts videos on TikTok playing it and they get pretty high views! Like 406.1k views or something.

Her reposts mainly contain of two things; brain rots, lesbian.

Takes the most silly pictures of you and posts them on her story.

Source ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

HAHAHSGSBSGAVAWHABE, IMAGINE HER LAYING DOWN WHILE YOU SIT ON TOP OF HER TO DO HER MAKEUP.

Holds you like a stuffed animal when sleeping. It’s actually so cute but it’s kinda hard to break free from her hold.

YOU GUYS PLAY ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, AND WHOEVER LOSES IS IN CHARGE OF COOKING.

Her cooking is actually pretty damn good! I feel like she is especially a specialist when it comes to cooking meat.

If you are too shy to order your food whenever you two are out, or pay, DO NOT WORRY, SHE LITERALLY IS YOUR SAVIOR, NO KIDDING. This woman gives no fucks at all, too shy to order? She’ll do it, hot your order wrong? She’ll go up and tell them.

Have I mentioned she gets up at 5AM just to do pushups?…

The type to randomly smack or grab your ass, she doesn’t care about the size.

I don’t recommend watching romance movies with her… she will cringe at any kissing scenes acting like she wouldn’t or doesn’t do that with you 24/7.

Not the best at dancing… Girl is STIFF.

I have the feeling she is the type to not admit that she is in pain during her period. She will act all tough and all until she can’t anymore.

(We need more comforting the ptn women on their period instead of the other way around, they also need comfort 😔)

Oh yeah did I also mention she was close to breaking your phone once? It all happened when you were scrolling through TikTok and saw a thirst trap (*cough* Rhea Ripley *cough*) and when I tell you grabbed your phone and threw it… IT HAPPENED.

Says she hates kids but has a soft spot for them actually. They remind her of Horo when she was wayyy younger.

Randomly sends you weird TikToks…. Like it’s so random and she says nothing about it.

She isn’t a fan of dresses, but she once tried it for you and it was a sight. It hugged her curves right and she kept flexing her muscles. If you take any pictures she seriously will kill you. (Especially if you send them to her friends).

If you are out she WILL text and call you every 36 minutes if she can’t come with you. And if she is too busy to pick you up she will face time you on your way home.

Has like so many posters of her favorite bands, korn, kiss, Deftones, ect.

Randomly gives you kisses when you least expect it. They are so random, you could be distracted and she will kiss your cheek, or your forehead, or the top of your head.

If she sees anyone eyeing you while in public she will pull you close and give the person a nasty look.

[deconstructivesurgery]

my number one character pet peeve and also something that pisses me off in real life too is the fact that i need some of you to understand that you can have an anxiety disorder and still be a massive cunt. or be a very nervous person: who is also a horrible person. you can have anxiety, paranoia, etc. or just generally be a nervous person and also be Reactive instead of shy, reserved, and like quiet anxious. these things don't come with a set morality or mode of expression. this isn't meant to be a huge rant about like the real world ways in which people infantilize the mere concepts of anxiety disorders etc. etc. it's mostly specifically right now me just saying this about every fictional character who has ever gotten weewoo'd into an uwu small socially awkward nervous bean when it's just like. that is a guy in his 30s who seems anxious and nervous and awkward in a "quirky" way i guess who also absolutely does not care that he nearly killed somebody. he has done do before and honestly didn't respond all that much asides from feeling bad for himself over it. that is not your little meow meow that's too awkward and shy to ask for pickles or whatever. here's another guy: he's got bad paranoia and he responds to that with vitriolic, reactive anger and defensiveness rather than quiet, reserved, shaky avoidance. that is Not a sad trembling wet rat of a man, thank you, that title is reserved for sopping beasts of misery. he's not miserable and tired scared, he's fuck-it-we-ball scared. please begin comprehending immediately that people's responses to fear (and what is anxiety, paranoia or 'nerves' if not fear) exist differently and that not everyone who deals with any of the above has the exact same brand of like, shy quiet avoidant response to fear. I'm so not making sense but it's one of those like fan writing things I want to complain about because it's like 8am and I haven't slept. sometimes being too scared of everything can and will make you an asshole and i know this because (flashes you my mental illness badge as a qualification) i know

[wreckedandpolemic]

keep me cool - matty healy

(mdni) in which matty helps you cool off amidst a heatwave. part of the white and gold universe and summer75 2024. 1468 words.

warnings: daddy kink, temperature play (ice), oral (f receiving)

The weather is sticky and sweltering, so disgustingly hot that you’re bound to lethargy, lazing by the pool until the sun dips low in the sky and you fall on top of your bedsheets. The mere sight of Matty going to work in a full suit and tie is enough to make you sweat, begging him to join you in your soothing, icy-cold shower.

“Just a few more days, baby, I promise,” Matty murmurs against your lips. “Then we’ll be on a private beach and I’ll make sure you’ve always got a drink in your hand.” He kisses your neck and you giggle, your hand coming up to hold him in place. “I really have to go, princess,” he says regretfully.

You pout. “Oh, boo. What happened to ‘I’m the boss, they can all wait’? Or have you given up on impressing me now I’m just your ball and chain?”

“Darling, I could spend a dozen lifetimes devoted to nothing but you, and I still wouldn’t deserve you.” You melt, smiling bashfully up at him as he kisses you gently. “The sooner I go, the sooner I can come back, yeah?”

Stepping back, you slip out of your nightdress, silk puddling at your feet and leaving you bare. “Okay. Guess I’ll go take a shower all by myself,” you sigh, your eyes innocent and pleading.

Matty’s fists clench, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as he fights to keep himself under control. “Angel. I have to go. Please don’t make me walk into the office with a boner,” he complains, and you snort.

“I’m not doing anything, Daddy,” you smirk, lifting a shoulder in a graceful shrug. “S’not my fault you’re obsessed with me.”

“You know I am, princess.” His voice is low, laced with want and promise. “I’ll show you just how much when I get home, okay?” he says, kissing you one last time and taking greedy, grasping handfuls of your skin before he pulls away with a sigh. His footsteps echo regret as he walks, the door swinging shut impossibly loudly.

The day turns horribly hot, so hot that you’re convinced your skin has melted against your lounge chair and you’ll rip it clean off if you try to move. A bead of sweat trickles down your face, and you feel a sudden stab of horror that Matty is buttoned away in a suit somewhere in this weather. You wake up from a fitful nap, disoriented and sweating, and peel yourself free from the sun lounger. Once you’ve cooled yourself off in the shower, you try to get yourself comfy in bed with a book, but end up falling asleep again.

You wake to your bedroom door clicking open, Matty already stripped down to his boxers in the doorway. Your face splits into a grin, falling when he collapses next to you on the bed and tries to pull you into him. “Ew, get away from me, you’re like a furnace!” you gasp, pushing futilely at his sweat-soaked skin as he laughs, damp curls tickling your skin when he presses kisses against your neck.

He rolls on top of you despite your giggling protests, kissing at you hungrily and nipping at your lower lip. “Missed you too, princess,” he teases, pulling your wrists above your head and pinning you in place with one hand.

“Matty, it’s too fucking hot,” you complain. “M’serious, get off!” He kneels up off you, the sudden grin that crosses his face making your thighs clench in anticipation.

“How about I help you cool down, hm?” Your face scrunches in confusion. “Trust me, baby.” He climbs off you and darts down the stairs, returning with a mug that rattles slightly when he sets it on the nightstand. “You ever tried temperature play, angel?”

The mere sight of the ice cube between his fingers makes you shiver as you shake your head. “Never.”

His eyes light up in the way they always do when he gets to be your first, find a new way to make you squirm and writhe. “Just relax, sweet girl. Promise it’ll feel good.” You gasp as he presses the ice to your neck, the shock of cold almost burning. Matty trails it down your skin, following the familiar path his lips take when he kisses down your body. You shiver, pulse quickening as the ice melts against your skin, Matty’s free hand cupping your jaw. Soothing cold blooms against the heat in your cheeks, and you can’t help but nuzzle against his palm happily.

You jolt when he rubs the ice around your peaked nipple, livewire nerves pulling at you as electricity hums under your skin. “Fuck, Matty,” you whine, water licking down your skin like a caress. 

Matty moves the ice to your other nipple, fingers coming to trace patterns in your wet skin that have you arching up into his touch. He blows cool air against your icy skin, and you gasp, arousal pulsing in your bloodstream. “Oh, Matty, is it? Guess I’m not trying hard enough,” he smirks, sliding the ice into his mouth and letting it melt into nothing, his jaw hanging open to let the water drip off his tongue and onto your chest.

Cool, rough hands meet your thighs, spreading them apart to bare your glistening cunt; Matty stares down at the evidence of your need with a filthy grin. He doesn’t waste any time, bending his head to lap at your clit, his tongue and lips cold as they meet your sensitive nerves. The sensation is new, your back arching and hips rolling against him with pleasured shivers running through your body. You whine when he pulls away.

“Daddy…” you pout, high and pleading.

He grins, another ice cube dripping between his fingers. “That’s more like it, princess. Just relax for me. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good, promise.” He presses the ice against your clit and you give a strangled cry, electric pleasure running down your spine. 

Your legs kick out wildly as Matty swipes the ice through your folds, pressing it against your hole and letting it melt there. His cool tongue joins his fingers, slowly pressing the ice further into you and licking at your clit. Whining, you close your legs around his head, moaning happily when he fills you with two cold fingers. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve felt, your cunt buzzing with need as he finger-fucks you in a languid, teasing rhythm. “Faster, Daddy,” you plead, his tongue swirling over your clit.

“Greedy slut,” Matty murmurs. “Take some more of that ice and play with your pretty tits for me, okay, princess?” Obediently, you press the ice against your nipple, tracing circles over sensitive flesh as Matty licks over your swollen clit. Your free hand fists in his hair, grinding up against his mouth and whining pathetically. The ice burns against your skin, melting into heat that drips from your core.

“Daddy,” you moan, the word dragged from deep in your chest, an almost unconscious plea as desire heats you from the inside out. You roll your hips mindlessly, rough fingers curling deep inside you. Your entire body shudders, eyes rolling back into your head as your cunt throbs around him.

Listless, your hand falls to the mattress, cool water seeping between your fingers. Matty retrieves the ice from your palm and presses it against your clit, sliding his tongue alongside his fingers in the same moment. The sudden shock of cold shatters into shards of pleasure, the stretch in your cunt all at once everything and too much. “You gonna cum for your Daddy, princess?” Matty circles the ice over your clit, melting against your overheated skin; ecstasy melts your mind to liquid. “Go on, baby. Cum f’me, give me everything you’ve fucking got,” he orders, rubbing harsh figure-eights into your clit as the last of the ice melts into nothing.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, his answering moan ripping through you, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling under your skin. Matty curls his fingers perfectly upwards and you lose control, pitching over the edge into glorious oblivion. Your cunt pulses against his mouth, arousal flooding over his tongue as you gasp and writhe. “Good girl,” Matty murmurs, kissing the insides of your thighs. Your cunt flutters as you come down from your high, Matty slowly kissing his way up your body until his lips meet yours. Greedily, you lick the taste of yourself out of his mouth until he breaks away to smile against your lips. “Feeling cooled down, love?”

You giggle. “Mmm, I think I could use a nice, cold shower. Maybe a dip in the pool now it’s a bit cooler out. What do you think?”

Matty grins, smacking your ass as you stand. “Sounds like a dream, princess.”

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

So. Toy Jimmy. When ever he gets injured, he gets a rip that needs to be manually stitched up. He doesn't know how to sew. God Joel. He made all the stupid toys by hand. He is VERY good at sewing.

The first thing Jim does after they make up is go "also. Um. I know you do a lot of sewing... and you're probably really good at it.. and I don't know how to sew..." this drags on for a bit because he doesnt know how to ask for help and the whole while Joel can just feel he's about to see the most disgusting shitty fucked stitching he's ever seen (he's completely right). Anyway he sees Jimmy's awful job of fixing a cut on his arm and goes "hmm okay I'll have to seam rip it but I can fix this up easy! You don't have any others that need immediate attention though right?" And Jimmy is quiet for a few seconds until he goes, "... I need to take my shirt off. Don't be weird, okay?" Bro has a BUNCH of these fucked up stitches over rips on his chest and arms. Joel is crashing out and it all seems like there's a shred of "okay this is still kinda fine" left here until Jimmy goes weakly "you should see my back". Joel walks around him. THERE ARE THESE FUCKING MASSIVE TEARS ARE SAFTEY PINNED TOGETHER BECAUSE HE CANT REACH THEM TO STICH THEM UP EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT. Joel crashes out even harder and immediately is like "right I am fixing this RIGHT NOW and you are getting sewing lessons afterwards because what the fuck". And then gay shit (wound tending) happens bleehhhh :P probably getting all these stitches pulled out is very uncomfortable for Jim so he's trying not to cry or move the whole time. And Joel is very locked in and eventually (after a botched seam rip stretches one of the tears a bit more) decides to distract Jimmy by explaining different types of thread, needles, stitches, and knots to him. He also gives him something to bite down with the added benefit of Jimmy not being able to complain about this sewing info dump.

And after this, whenever Jimmy gets hurt he just shoots Joel a text like "heyyyy guess who got shot by a skeleton again". And Joel has to come over and fix him up because yknow. They're friends and it's good to have healthy interactions. Plus Jimmy does need to learn to sew so it's a good learning opportunity. The first time Jimmy successfully manages to sew himself up he immediately runs to Joel and they are both very excited. Even after Jimmy becomes mostly self sufficient (except for some spots he can't reach and pain levels fucking up his motor skills) they still hang out a bunch.

Perhaps at some point Jimmy gets a massive cut over his face and barely makes it on his own to the lore and law building near spawn. It takes so long for him to type a misspelling ridden message to Joel asking him show up. Eventually the door swings open and he manages to get out some almost utter nonsense before passing out. Meanwhile Joel is incredibly confused and scared because ????? What???? The fuck???? Anyway he locks in and stitches Jimmy's face up and waits with him until he wakes up (Jimmy doesn't remember Joel showing up, or a lot from after he got the injury). Tee hee

Ultra mega fucked up mode is a few of his stitches staying in Jim's skin after esmp2 ends. So Joel and him try to figure out why this happened (spit balling stupid ideas while Joel is pulling stitches out and absent-mindedly patting gauze and sterilization stuff on the small wounds the stitching leaves behind). Just grhrvjdvrhev

[loveyislost]

INTRO: Y/N

the five of spades: the end is coming, pushing too hard for something, sometimes victory is hollow ; when reversed: not everything can be avoided, no loss can be outrun 

masterlist

the music is too loud, the drinks too strong, but she can’t find it in herself to complain. maybe if she’s overwhelmed enough she won’t be able to focus on everything that she's doing wrong.

the plastic cup in her hand, filled by some concoction of everclear, vodka, and lemon, is warm, maybe from the humid heat of a room with two many bodies, maybe from the white knuckled grip of her sweaty hand. it's a mystery as to who allowed lev to make drinks.

her head bobs slightly to the music, eyes focused on nothing, really, just some empty space in front of her.

she’s not sure how she knows to turn her head, she just does, her eyes refocusing as they land on the group coming in through the door. it doesn’t matter who the rest of the men are, probably just his roommates, because all she can see is him making his way through the crowd.

it’s only a moment before he locates her, pushing through the too many people in her apartment, eyes never leaving hers.

kyōtani reaches her, voice low in her ear as he looks down at her. “how much have you had to drink?”

her shoulders shrug, arm lifting to show him her cup as if that’s an answer, “however many lev gave me.”

the drink is gone from her hand immediately, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he sniffs whatever’s inside of it. “better level the playing field then, huh?”

tilting his head back, he downs it, and she’s transfixed by the way his pale throat bobs with each sip. too caught up in the movements of it to notice when he’s done, his eyes catching the light with something dangerous as he watches the way her blow pupils follow the drop of alcohol as it trickles from his lips, down his chin, and to his jugular.

“thought you were supposed to be mad at me?”

she remembers to glare then, peering up at him, pout pressing into a firm line, “i am.”

he snorts, fingers tracing along the sliver of skin exposed by her top, “and i’m gonna fuck it out of you. that’s what i told you, isn’t it?”

she’s begging pulled then, somehow gently and roughly, perhaps firm is the word, through the living room, through more people that she doesn’t know than those she does, and she’s not sure how that’s the case at her own party.

head still spinning slightly, they’re in the bathroom. the door is shut, kyotani advancing towards her, pressing her against the wall, cornering her. if he were any other man, she’d tell him to go to hell, shove him away, lips curled, maybe deliver a knee to the balls.

but he's not another man. he’s her kyo. so she melts into him, even as she scowls. her fingers finding their place at the back of his neck, playing with the light hairs at his nape, even as she snarls, “do it then, pussy.”

extras!

y/n and yahaba dated for two years

unlike kyōtani and alisa, they really did love each other

but every time things got vulnerable and started to feel real, she would self sabotage, doing things to hurt him, things to hurt herself

he was so patient with her, but it got to the point he realized that staying wasn't going to let either of them grow

more into his feelings when we get to his intro, but just know, while she doesn't love yahaba like she used to, y/n still cares for him very much

she lives with lev, alisa, and akaashi, and bokuto is an honorary roommate

she and akaashi have hooked up a few times. pretty much anytime one of them was single or on breaks from their relationships

they genuinely have no romantic feelings for each other, but their respective partners still have feelings about it

no one guessed it, but the boyfriend is... 🥁🥁🥁

DAICHI

he would come into the konbini before shifts and things developed pretty naturally from there

she likes him in the kind of way where she knows she should like him, he's kind, dependable, patient, but she just cant

so she plays along, but every time he gets worried about her, or wants reassurance, she just feels almost annoyed because he's the one doing it, not kyo

she's the middle sibling, always overlooked. maybe that's why she clings onto these relationships, why she keeps going back to him

because he sees her, wants her, chooses her. over alisa, the one she was always passed over at home for, over his friends, who almost feel sorry for her, over his actual girlfriend, who she can't help but feel jealous of, because while she's the one he chooses, mai is the people see

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[shady-lemur]

you and roommate!ellie who impulsively skipped the dating part and went straight to engagement.

pt 2 of this

you guys almost killed joel when you announced your engagement.

“okayy so we’re sure your all wondering why we gathered you guys here tonight!” you say excitedly as jesse, dina, and joel stuff chips and salsa into their mouths. dina and jesse had already found out when you posted on your instagram story a picture of ellie pretending to eat your hand while you showed off the ring, they were just here for support (chips)!

“we’re expecting!!” ellie says, clapping her hands, making you hit her arm gently, “ow! fuck sorry..”

“we’re.. engaged!!” you say holding up your hand, dina starts HOLLERING at you guys and joel starts to choke. like fully choking on his chips. you are completely horrified, watching your fiancées dad choke right infront of you. ellie is covering her mouth, kindve worried but mostly trying not to laugh. dina is cracking up… like hysterical, and thankfully jesse was there to do the heimlich maneuver…

joel was happy for you guys after he finally spit up his corn chip though!!

after the excitement wears off a little bit it lowkey gets a little awkward at home 😭😭

“soo.. do we like sleep together now?” ellie asks you as you both sit on the couch cuddling your cat, you deadpan at her, “ellie don’t be a perv..”

“OH MY GOD. not like that oh my god. like should we share a bed?” her face is bright red and she buried her head into boo’s fur. you start laughing at her, “oh shit!! umm… yeah i guess… we could start like kissing more too.. i don’t know i’ve never been engaged..” ellie starts giggling too. “i think once your engaged you have to send your fiancée one boob pic a day..” you smack her arm, “YOU ARE A PERV!” she tries to dodge your hand, “only for you baby” she winks.

your bachelorette party is LITTT 😛😛

you and ellie have all the same friends. so you decide to just have a party a couple days before the wedding instead of doing separate things. you had gone a complete deep dive online, buying things you didn’t even know what to do this for the wedding. so for the party you decorated your home with led lights, disco balls, plastic dicks that came in a huge package of bachelorette things. ellie made you hang up a banner that said “same dick forever!”

there was karaoke all night. so much alcohol that you still woke up hungover on your wedding day, 3 days later. the neighbors came to complain at first but you would just invite them in. dina gave a slurred speech, you and ellie left your own party to get taco bell and make out in your car, someone hired a male stripper and you started crying when he started stripping because you got scared. someone got a video of you sobbing into ellie’s chest while this man danced to pony in the background.

you made fun of her for laughing when you walked down the aisle but then you balled like a baby during vows.

“hi” you whisper when you finally get to your spot at the alter, she nervously sniffles, “hi.. you look beautiful..” you giggle at her teary state. neither of you are listening to word the pastor is saying, too absorbed in your own universe. “i remember you saying you weren’t gonna cry..” you giggle. ellie presses her lips together and rolls her eyes playfully. “yeah yeah.. you would’ve beat my ass if i didn’t cry though.” you nod and smile at her. you guys are snapped back into the real world when vows are announced.

ellie goes first. she’s literally one sentence in and your crying. everytime she looks up from her paper she gets distracted by your sobs and starts LAUGHING AT YOU. she brings her hands to your face every once in a while to wipe your tears and help you fix your makeup. you are a mess by the end of her vows and so when you start saying yours you can barely get a sentence out.

you guys finally get to kiss and you both have never felt so inpatient in your lives. ellie grabs your face and pushes her lips into yours, she pulls away and whispers, “who’s the baby now?” you stick your tongue out at her.

you find a baby at the reception and you and ellie carry it around all night, only returning her to her mother when get low starts playing.

you guys get a photo booth !! you flash her in it and so there’s one picture of ellie where her eyes are so wide they look like they popped out of her head.

you guys are the last two when your playing limbo and you get so competitive about it.

“oh my god ellie your actually sleeping on the couch tonight if you fucking beat me..”

“baby you literally used your hand!!! i saw your hand touch the floor!!!”