#and maybe water idk when last i drank water

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 8: tatinof

wtf a whole week done already???? i haven’t drawn this consistently since i was in high school 😭

bonus bc idk when to stop

[beeribas]

I feel incredibly bitchy today y'all

[youcantrewind]

Spoiler alert I basically did that.

I was just gonna relax in my bed with my tablet and then next thing I knew... 7am. 😂

god i'm so old

Home, showered, advil'd...

I think my feet survived the dumb classic cosplay move of not breaking in a pair of footwear before spending all day at con in them, but we won't really know until tomorrow if my back will like it.

And my wig was the biggest headache all day. I just couldn't get it to stay put, and was regularly in the bathroom fixing it over and over instead of being on the con floor.

But overall the ol costume held up. If I want to keep wearing it, I'm still going to have to remake those accessories I've meant to do long ago, but that's a problem for future me.

I'm exhausted though. The con stamina is just not there anymore. I never want to go to bed at 9pm, and yet... I could easily do that right now.

[tzuberry]

zerobaseone maknae line as tropes / cliches ૮ • ﻌ - ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, slight angst in ricky’s and gunwook’s, bulletpoint and written

cw getting stood up, mention of lipstick use in ricky’s ⠀⠀⠀wc 738 696 604 802 respectively (2840 in total)⠀⠀⠀reading time 11 min

note title kinda misleading TBH... havent written on tumblr in a while, so this is a new account and my first post! im hoping this doesnt flop :( i loved writing this so much, so if it flops i might just repost it ... idk.. likes and reblogs are appreciated !!! (only if u want to ofc 🤞🏻)

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ricky 리키

blind date... but you got stood up, and ricky is your best friend

it’s not that you really wanted to go on a date, it’s that your friend assured you this was the perfect guy for you

and your friend swore, cross their heart, that you would not regret letting them set you up

but now you’re sitting at a table alone, with pitiful looks being thrown your way by the restaurant staff and the other groups of people around you and it’s clear to you; you do regret it, and this is the last time you’ll let anyone other than yourself handle your love life

after compulsorily buying a meal for yourself so as to not leave the place empty handed, you slowly chew on your food, wondering where it went wrong

did he see a picture of you and decided that was it? did he hear a story about you that was just unflattering? what was it about you that made them turn around and away from the restaurant—away from you?

in the midst of all this, your phone emits a ding! sound. you’re not doing anything important, so you see it fit to check the notification

ricky 😡🐱: how’s your date going?

terribly. but that’s a little embarrassing to admit, especially to ricky...

yn: good! i’ll text you later

you lay your phone down on the table and pick up your utensils once again to finish your meal, but a shadow casting over your plate interrupts you

“why are you alone, then?”

When you follow the voice (and the shadow), Ricky is standing next to your table, his phone in hand with the screen open on your text thread. He turns it off with a swift click of the power button, and he takes the space on the other side of the table where your date should have been.

You don’t know how to respond. You’re embarrassed; a second ago, you were alone at a restaurant filled with people, and now, your best friend has caught you lying to him about being at said restaurant alone.

“What happened?” Ricky asks as his arm makes its way across the table to your glass of water. He lifts it to his lips, taking a sip and placing it back down. He looks genuinely concerned, maybe even a little pissed, but all you can focus on is how your lipstick stain is on the rim of the cup, and how he drank from that same spot.

You shake your head. “I, um,” you pause, pursing your lips and trying to find a good enough (fake) reason. “Nothing. I didn’t like him, and he said he had other plans, so I just let him go.”

Ricky furrows his eyebrows at that. It’s a very visible sign of incredulity; he doesn’t believe your lie. Nevertheless, he simply shrugs it off. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you reply, still dealing with the aftereffects of being stood up. You poke your fork at the food before you; a lost appetite and an expensive meal don’t mix well.

Ricky leans forward, letting his forearms rest on the surface of the table. He’s looking at you so seriously, analyzing your every move. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, attempting to come off as teasing, but he only waves you off. “I just want to look at you.”

You feel yourself practically melt under his gaze, but you ignore it. This is Ricky, your best friend... nothing more. Right. This is Ricky—you should tell him the truth about why you’re alone.

“He didn’t come,” you admit. “I wasn’t super excited about this date, but I thought– I thought I would at least go on a date. This is... nothing. I was here by myself before you got here.”

There’s a pained glint in his eyes. Is he feeling sorry for you? Maybe you do deserve all the pity you’ve gotten today. He gulps, keeping eye contact with you while biting on a small portion of his bottom lip.

After a while, he sighs. “Come on.”

Ricky begins to stand up, stuffing his phone into his pocket before you hold him back by the wrist. “What?” you question.

“We’ll go do something else,” he says with a bob of his head. Your grasp on his wrist somehow turns into your hands being interlocked. “Let me take you on a date. I’ve always wanted to, and I promise I won’t screw it up.”

gyuvin 규빈

boy next door who you’ve always had feelings for, you just never thought of him liking you back

you’ve always liked kim gyuvin

from the moment his family moved in next to your house, with his bedroom parallel to yours

you could see everything through his window; who he was, what his hobbies were, what he admired, and how he acted with his friends

this all made him seem... unattainable. you felt like you were the audience for a show, and gyuvin was the actor

it didn’t help that you went to the same school, and to further that, he was immensely popular

it was obvious. how could you expect that someone like him wouldn’t be? he’s tall, cute, extroverted, funny and kind—the entire package, if you would say so yourself

you weren’t totally unpopular. you had your fair share of friends, a few social circles that you hung out with. but gyuvin seemed too out of reach for you, even if he was your neighbor

the singular interaction you’ve had was when he came over to ask for sugar. it went like this: “hi!” “hi?” “i was baking, and i kind of ran out of brown sugar. do you maybe... uh...” “oh, sugar? wait, i think i do, hold on.”

it was that awkward. so when your mother told you she became new friends with gyuvin’s mom and wanted to have dinner at their house as a family, you freaked

but it’s not like you can say no, so you found yourself at the kims’ door a few days later

“Hi! You must be [Name]. I’ve seen you around, and I’ve heard about you from Gyuvin, but you’re much prettier up close! I know who you get your looks from,” Mrs Kim says, winking at your mother.

“You’re too kind, your son is very polite, and...”

You tune their conversation out—did she say she’s heard about you from Gyuvin? Why would he be talking about you?

Your mom finishes it (whatever she was talking about) off with, “They’d be perfect together, don’t you think?” Mrs Kim nods vigorously, then pats you twice on the shoulder. “[Name], maybe you would want to go spend some time with Gyuvin first? I’m afraid dinner isn’t ready, there’s still a long way... I’ll call you both down when it is. He’s up in his room.”

You bow, excusing yourself and obligingly treading up the stairs. This is the second time you’re about to interact with him—you better not mess up.

On the final step of the staircase, you start to hear talking from one of the bedrooms. From where you stand, it’s not clear where its origin is, and so you try to listen for the voice. It leads you to a slightly open door, and holy shit—this is Gyuvin’s door.

“They’re coming over today, and, ugh, I don’t know,” he rants. Is that about you? It has to be. Who else is coming over? You move closer to the door frame, nearly peeking your head in. “I just– I don’t know how to talk to them! Last time, I went over to ask if they wanted to hang out and...” he trails off, the regret evident in his tone. “I asked for sugar. To bake.” Oh my god. This is about you.

You take another step, risking the possibility of the door creaking. “I don’t even bake! I came home with sugar and my mom asked why and I just said I found some on the street.” He sighs, exasperated. You inch even closer, toying with the chances of him catching you eavesdropping, when... creak. At the same time, Gyuvin’s rant is cut short. “Gunwook, you have to help me, I can’t be an idiot in front of them–”

His head snaps towards the door, where you are, standing and staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly hangs up, bidding Gunwook a hushed goodbye through the microphone. “How much of that did you hear?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, flattered and shy at the same time. “I think... all of it.”

Gyuvin’s hand raises to cup his nape, and he gives you the most endearing yet bashful smile. “Would you, maybe, um, wanna hang out sometime? With me, of course...”

gunwook 건욱

friends to lovers, and everyone is sure you both like each other but all you do is deny it

you know gunwook like the back of your hand

although you met a little over a year ago, he quickly became a constant in your life, especially because you saw him everyday at school

he would wait outside your class, eat lunch with you, walk you home (and sometimes to school in the mornings), help you with homework even though he’s always busy with all the extracurriculars he participates in, and additionally schedules weekly study sessions together

this led countless people to think you were dating, even though you’re really not

you deny it, making a gesture with your hands indicating the negative. “we’re just friends, he would never be my boyfriend,” you laugh it off. gunwook tenses up, and the corners of his lips suddenly become downturned. “yeah, we’re just friends...” he agrees, sounding somewhat unsure

that’s what happens every single time someone mistakes you for a couple. you’re the first to refuse that assumption, while gunwook just follows your lead

you thought, “hey, maybe he’s just shy around the topic of dating.” and so you don’t push it, or even ask about what he thinks of the rumors surrounding you two

at this week’s study session, which he scheduled at his house, he can’t focus

repeatedly tapping his pen and running his fingers through his hair—doing anything but his homework, really—he doesn’t even spare you a glance

and so you take the responsibility upon yourself to ask. “is something bothering you?”

Gunwook sighs, looking as if he’s internally debating the pros and cons of unloading his baggage onto you. His eyes dart around his room, from the door, to the desk, to the bed, and finally to you, before he swipes his tongue between his lips and lets out a breath. “Can I ask you something?”

You drop your pen. Why does he seem so conflicted?

Readjusting your position on the bed to face him, you lean closer to Gunwook as you shove your school books and other materials out of the way. “You can ask me anything,” you say, determined to comfort your friend.

He visibly hesitates, biting his bottom lip. He’s still not looking at you, and not so much as a second is allotted for one glimpse. “Do you...” he pauses, trying to muster the courage. “Do you really think of me as just a friend?”

The question almost makes your jaw drop to the floor. What does he mean by that? Sure, you did have a short-lived crush on him when you first got acquainted, but it faded instantaneously. You didn’t know you could be anything more—you thought you had no chance with a guy like him, so your feelings were trivial to you.

Tilting your head, you reply, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Gunwook shrugs, also following your actions and pushing all his textbooks away. “I guess– oh my god, this sounds stupid, but,” he groans, “I’ve liked you since last year, since before we even became friends. And whenever someone asks if I’m your boyfriend, you just– you immediately say no.”

He... likes you? You’re dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouth actually agape this time. You’re certain your cheeks are red, judging from the heat you feel rush up to your face.

At your silence, he continues. “I know it’s stupid. I didn’t just become friends with you because I like you, it’s more than that, but everytime you say I could never be your boyfriend or something like that, I hate it.

“I’ve liked you for so long, and please answer me,” he sounds breathless as he speaks, “Can I... can we be anything more?”

yujin 유진

first love / teenage crush

you didn’t know when you started liking yujin, you just did

maybe it was when you would watch him play soccer after school, with him alone on the field practicing and you doing your homework on the bleachers

or maybe it was when he bought you a drink that one time. you were thirsty after running to school because you were on the verge of getting an offense on your permanent record if you were late one more time

clicking a few buttons on the vending machine, the solace provided by strawberry milk was nearly yours—until you open your wallet to find that there’s only a thousand won inside

“maybe next time,” you think, “i don’t need to drink anything right now.”

but before you can leave, someone sneaks their two thousand into the slot for you, and the milk drops down into the small metal box below for you to claim

when you turn around, you’re met with yujin

and then a switch flipped. since then, you’ve noticed han yujin wherever you went

you stumbled onto the soccer field on a hot day when you were assigned cleaning duty, and you found that he was the only one there

deciding to repay the favor, after spectating him practicing for a while, you go to buy a drink for him too when you buy your own

you leave it next to his bag with a note, saying: “you’re really good! i bought this for you, make sure to get some rest ♡”

and so watching him practice while doing your homework became a regular occurrence for you, even if you weren’t 100% watching all the time. it was like background music, and your interest in him (caused by him buying you milk) became a full blown crush

Following the steps of your daily routine, you hurriedly arrange your books in your backpack, ready to go see Yujin—the best part of your day—when your teacher stops you at the door.

“[Name], I’d like to talk to you about tutoring someone,” she says, a soft smile plastered on her face as if she wasn’t actively ruining your day. “You’re one of my best students, and a classmate of yours really needs help.”

As hard as you tried to get away, you got stuck in the classroom for the rest of the afternoon, discussing possible tutoring times and the topic outlines where your “classmate” needed further explanation. Not only were you annoyed you missed some time to see Yujin, but when you got to the field, hoping he would still be practicing late into the night, he was gone.

Although you were displeased at the thought of having to tutor your male classmate every day of the school week, you had no choice. In addition, he was at least paying you, so it wasn’t like your hard work was for nothing—just that now, you would have to sacrifice your time with the boy you like.

You started to tutor him after school, and going to see Yujin became a rare possibility. Your tutoring was yielding good results, however, and your tutee received high marks on almost all tests after being taken under your wing.

He runs up to you, showing you his paper with a big red ninety-eight in the corner; he got an even higher grade than you did. “[Name]! Thank you, look at this! I’ve never gotten a grade this high!” You nod, but everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other. Since he technically doesn’t need your help anymore, maybe you could go watch Yujin today.

You cancel your session for the day, with permission from your advising teacher. After two and a half weeks, you’re finally back at the field—but this time, he’s the one who isn’t here. You let out a deep breath, deciding to power through and do your homework like normal.

You’re in the middle of trigonometry when a cool sensation is pressed up against your cheek, water beginning to drip down your skin. Flicking your head towards the perpetrator, you discover it to be Yujin holding a strawberry milk for you. He giggles, handing you the small box and sitting down beside you. “Here. I haven’t, um, seen you in a while. Why’s that?”

You take it from him, detaching the straw from the back of the box and poking it through the designated hole. “Yeah,” you say, sipping on the milk for a few seconds after. “I started to tutor Jiwon, so I couldn’t come the last few weeks.”

“Oh, you must be busy, then. Nevermind,” he mutters, shaking his head. “No, what is it? You can’t just say nevermind.” You scoff, a teasing grin making its way onto your face.

Yujin gulps. “Will you, uh... come to my game this weekend?”

[jeongin-lvr]

idk why but this pic is… it’s making me think about soob & yeonjun as frat boys (my guilty pleasure istg) TW. toxic behaviors, mentions of alcohol, smut.

💭 . ⌢ FRATBOY SOOBIN… he presents as the sweetest, kindest boy alive. He’ll give you gifts and flirt with you like an idiot, playing the role of the perfect boy. The perfect love interest. Of course, it’s all for even the slightest opportunity to get in your pants. He’s secretly a freak, I fear. He honestly can’t go a single day without getting his dick wet somehow, he’ll find a way. You happen to be his pleasure at the moment. But it’ll be gone relatively quick; he moves on fast. It doesn’t take long to have you falling for him at all, him with his dark hair and pretty brown eyes, it’s hard not to. He’s just got this male love interest vibe, and you know he’s just like the rest but there’s this odd glimmer of hope.

He sweet talks his way through life, using that face of his to get to things he wants (can you blame him?). Soobin can simply give you a wink with that bunny-like smile of his and suddenly you’re in his bed, the smell of sweat and sex stronger than that of the alcohol you both drank beforehand. It’s drunken and intense, like the air was heavy and crushing your body beneath it. Soobin doesn’t waste time before he’s unsheathing himself, you drool at the sight of his cock; he smirks because he knows he’s big and he also knows the effect he has on people. That sweet boy persona isn’t around anymore, at least not now. He’s getting just what he wanted, there’s no need to pretend anymore. So he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and flip you in any positions he can; his favorite is dragging you on his lap, telling you to “go on and sit” because he just loves watching you struggle. And by struggle, I mean struggle. He’s big and sitting on his cock makes him feel even bigger. It’s filling, every inch makes you cry, your smaller hands clutching at his shoulders, yours eyes twinkling wet with teardrops. Maybe Soobin is feeling extra mean and he’ll coerce you with crude nicknames. If he’s tipsy he’ll get bolder and fuck up into you when you’ve got him halfway down. And he’ll be sure to do it with the nastiest smirk on his pink lips. It’s hard to believe such a cute, innocent face could be so cruel like this. But he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile after your struggle; gripping your waist with his big hands, holding you in place as he relentlessly fucks up into you, letting out all the sounds he wants (mostly watered-down whines).

“Wus’ the matter? Speak up, use your words,” He’d tease, rubbing his big hand up and down your thigh while he slowly sunk into you. The stretch was always, always, always drunkening, torturous. Tears always burned your eyes and stung your skin; he was condescending and that made it even worse. You coughed and sobbed, “More? Is that what you’re trying to say? Baby, you gotta use that mouth of yours or I’ll give it a different purpose…”

Afterward, he’ll play boyfriend, at the expense of your feelings. It’s sweet little coos of, “That was so good, wasn’t it? You feel okay? Aw, you’re tired, that’s okay, you can sleep.” But if you close your eyes make sure you know that he’ll be gone by the next morning and that’ll be the last and only time you’ll ever even speak to him again. For Soobin it was just a night— all the moments before, the sweet-talking and little flirtatious jokes beforehand, those were simply par for the course. You’ll understand, right?

💬. ⌢ FRATBOY YEONJUN… honestly can’t be bothered to chase girls because the girls will chase him, instead. He’s just naturally charming, it doesn’t matter what he says or how he says it, he’ll always have a few girls in his roster. When you find yourself being one of those girls in his lineup, you honestly don’t even care because he’s The Choi Yeonjun. This guys’ never even had a real, down-to-earth relationship; he doesn’t want one. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he wants something, and he definitely isn’t treating you like his girlfriend. You’re more of a fun accessory, something to keep him busy. You’re both very much in the agreement that this is not a relationship, it’s whatever is the opposite of that… at least in the beginning. You can’t help but be intoxicated by the things he says; the ways he acts, dresses, speaks, touches. God, the way he touches is intense even in the slightest ways. Yeonjun kind of can always tell when people start catching feelings; I mean, the signs are all there. You wouldn’t know it but he’s attentive and very observant. He notices. And that’s when he exchanges you, like a refund, almost. It’s gross and toxic but he never claimed to be a nice guy.

He doesn’t take his time with you either— he jumps straight in. It’s sex and the smell of alcohol and irresponsibility every time you two are together. Yeonjun will call you during the most random hours. Saying the magical words “I need you” and you’re suddenly in his bed, breathless, naked, drunken on each other. Honestly, it’s scary how quickly he can get you like this, ravaged and out of it. Your thighs ache, it’s the best kind of ache, though. It’s endless. His stamina is higher than ever; cock pulsing in you, pricking and prodding at that sweet gummy spot inside of you each time his hips are flush with yours. Never enough time to feel it before he’s doing it again, and again, and again. The entire time he’s smiling, every time he comes it’s euphoric. His smile widens, mouth agape, lips wet and shiny, eyes fluttering as his head tilts further back. You’re beginning to think he’s a sex fiend, searching for more and more release, that end goal of climaxing. Yeonjun won’t even stop to give himself a break before he’s rutting back into you, fucking like a rabbit in heat. You’re gripping his shoulders, burying your face in your neck because he truly doesn’t give a shit how overstimulated or lost you are; your nails could be piercing his flesh and he’d just moan. He’ll fuck you anywhere he can get you; his dorm room, an empty lecture hall, the public bathrooms… in the bushes behind the campus building. Let’s just say if he sees you he’s taking his chance to get you. And afterward he’ll zip up his pants and give you a half-hearted wink before walking away, leaving you bereft and sunken on the floor, panting and knees shaky from a climax. Totally the type to take pictures or film the two of you to keep for later; might show it to a few friends… Soobin and Beomgyu are just curious about the girls he’s fucking! Maybe they’ll get a taste too.

“You’re so easy, ____,” Yeonjun spits, your body bent against the wall, cheek pressing into the cold tile of the closet walls. The door isn’t even fully closed all the way… you just know someone could catch you— slip in, see how his cock drilled into you like a bullet. You preened at this, shuddering out moans, “Always so fuckin’ wet f’me… clenching like a slut— ah, fuck, you’re a whore! Should I take some pics of your ass to show Soobin later? Hm?”

[nadvs]

so sorry for sending so many requests but this just popped into my head. in the swte universe, in their college days, i feel like the reader isn't a huge fan of drinking or she doesn't get as pissed as rafe at least. so what if she gets completely drunk one night, being clingy to rafe, maybe people flirt with her because she's without rafe and he comes to "rescue her"? idk just sth like that🤍🤍🤍🤍

never be sorry, ily and your ideas are always so good 🥹 YES omg rafe has no impulse control so he gets hammered on the reg, whereas she’s not one to get too crazy… most of the time 🤭

i’m a sucker for angst so i just had to make it when they’re fwb and he’s already fallen for her while she still just assumes they’re just friends (and this is the night she starts to think of him as something more) 👀

based on this fic

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she cannot pay attention to the guy talking to her. she’s too dazed. she hasn’t eaten much today. she’s running on only a few hours of sleep. and the coolers she drank were so sugary that she didn’t even realize how much alcohol she was consuming. this is the drunkest she’s been in ages.

this guy’s hitting on her. she can tell by the way his eyes trail down her body every so often, his head tilted as he rambles on about something. what was his name again?

she nods along, trying to follow his words while loud music surrounds them. she doesn’t even remember how they started talking.

rafe moved in to this house with his teammates just last weekend and tonight, they’re hosting their first party. the front room is crowded and stuffy and she’s getting dangerously close to feeling sick.

she’d rather hang out with rafe right now. but when she arrived, he pulled her in a friendly hug and pointed her to the drinks, then continued talking to the girl he was already in conversation with.

he’s probably trying to hook up with her and she doesn’t want to be a shitty friend, cockblocking him simply because she’s craving some familiarity.

“…too much work, you know what i mean?” the guy says.

“yeah,” she says, no idea what she just agreed to. she looks around. “did you see any water around here?”

“we can try the kitchen?” he offers.

rafe spots her crossing through the crowd. the guy who she’s been talking to, so obviously into her that he’s embarrassing himself, is following her. she doesn’t seem all that happy that he’s trailing her.

he’s been talking to this girl to try to get out of the fog that sank over him not that long ago. while he was getting ready tonight, all he could think about was the girl who’s supposed to just be his best friend.

she’s always on his mind. when he wakes up. when he goes to bed. during classes. during practice. it’s so bad that even when he’s with her, he’s dreading her leaving.

rafe turns his attention back to the girl talking his ear off. he needs to distract himself. he’s starting to see his best friend as more than a friend, has been for a while now, and it’s fucking agony. she could not be clearer about not wanting a relationship.

and he doesn’t want one, either. he needs to remind himself of that.

but as they round the corner into the kitchen, he sees the guy’s hand rest on the small of her back. it makes rafe’s blood boil.

she opens the fridge. it’s practically empty.

“this has to be a joke,” she mumbles, dizzy at this point.

she swings the door shut and looks up at the guy who’s been following her. at this point, she just wants to get rid of him and find rafe. she can apologize for cockblocking him later.

thankfully, she doesn’t have to. rafe pays no mind to the guy clearly trying to get in her pants, putting himself between them. he ducks, lowering so he can speak in her ear.

“you alright?” rafe asks.

“a house full of athletes and you don’t have any water?” she slurs.

rafe smirks when her hand drags over his. it’s so damn nice when she touches him, especially when it’s subconscious like this. he pulls back just enough to meet her eyes.

then, he turns to the guy who should be able to tell he’s a third wheel at this point.

“we’re good,” rafe says, cocking his head in a way to dismiss him.

irritation flashes over his face. but he’s not moving.

“can you not take a hint?” rafe snips. “she’s not interested.”

rafe isn’t sure if that last part is true, but he hopes it is. it works. he sighs and steps away, pissed off but likely not about to start a fight with the guy known for his aggression.

he turns his attention back to her. he’s revelling in the fact that her hand is still cupping his. her palm is so nice and soft and it’s making his chest go warm.

“how much did you drink?” he asks, the amused smile on his face returning.

“too much,” she admits.

rafe leans over, opening a cupboard to grab a plastic water bottle, then grips her hand tighter.

“come on,” he says. he leads her upstairs to his bedroom, away from the noise and stuffiness of the crowd.

once he shuts the door behind them, the chaos from downstairs muffled, she already feels less overwhelmed.

she’s been in here once before. they hooked up in this bed a few nights ago. she can still remember the way his mouth felt on her neck.

rafe leads her to his bed, sitting her on the edge while he kneels on the floor in front of her, and she’s overwhelmed all over again because of the way he’s looking at her, concern etched into his features.

she’s too drunk. she’s not thinking straight, because not only is she dizzy as hell, but as her eyes sweep over his face, all she can think about is how handsome he is, how good of a kisser he is, how nice it’d be to spend the rest of the night in his arms, like they’re a couple instead of just two people who hook up sometimes.

he twists the cap off the bottle for her. she takes long, slow sips. rafe settles on the bed beside her, watching her.

she lets out a slow breath once she’s drank enough. when she looks at him, she exhales a chuckle.

“why do you look so worried?” she says. “i’m not gonna die.”

rafe catches himself and glances away. this effect she has on him is insane. he’s never cared this much about anybody.

“just didn’t know you were this bad at holding your alcohol,” he says.

“i hate you,” she laughs. “but thanks for saving me.”

“saving you?”

“that guy would not shut up.” rafe hates how happy he is that she didn’t actually like him.

“about what?”

“i couldn’t tell you a single thing he said to me,” she confesses. he chuckles. “i was just thinking that i’m drunk as hell and want to hang out with you.”

that last part slipped out. she takes another sip of water just to have something to do. she expects him to give her shit for her soppy words. but he doesn’t.

“why didn’t you?” he asks.

“didn’t wanna cockblock. that girl you were talking to is pretty.”

she hopes in her drunkenness, she doesn’t sound jealous. because she realizes maybe, deep down, she is.

how could she not be? rafe turned out to be so much more than she expected. what she thought would be a one-time hook-up led her to her best friend. her best friend who happens to be hot and fun and unlike anyone she knows.

“she wouldn’t shut up, either,” rafe says. she laughs, sinking back across his bed.

“are we both just bad listeners?” she asks.

“i’m not.”

“right. you’re never the problem.”

he looks down at her. his cheeks are starting to ache from smiling.

“we should set them up,” she says, her eyelids heavy, legs hanging off the side of his bed. “they’d never run out of things to talk about.”

rafe thinks about how the same could be said for the two of them. conversations always come so easy.

she shuts her eyes and all he can think about is how cute she is. fuck, this is hard.

“what if i napped right now?” she mumbles. “would you be offended as the host of this party?”

“yeah,” he answers simply, because he’s quite honestly at a loss for words right now.

“okay, i’m gonna offend you then,” she says softly. “sorry.”

he nudges her knee.

“don’t sleep like that,” he says. “come on.”

she shifts to lie down on her side, smelling him on his pillow, feeling him put a cover over her. he’s treating her with such tender care that if she wasn’t so drunk, she’d be teasing him, asking who the hell he’s pretending to be, acting all sweet.

but she’s soaking in the feeling because it’s nice to pretend like this is more. she hopes it’s just the alcohol swimming through her that’s making her think this way.

she nuzzles into his pillow. rafe doesn’t say another word. he shuts off the lights and leaves. throughout the night, he comes back up every so often to check on her.

eventually, she wakes up and comes downstairs, feeling more coherent. the music is just worsening the headache she woke up with and she’s desperate to just get home already. she steps outside and books a ride on her phone.

rafe’s phone buzzes in his pocket. it’s a text from her.

thanks for taking care of me. i ordered a ride home and made your bed so i think we’re even

his heart sinks over the fact that she’s already gone.

he replies: we are not even

she texts back: i’m okay with not agreeing on this. goodnight :)

rafe stares at his screen with a small smile on his face, somewhere between happy and sad, before texting back: goodnight.

[omgsecretsecret]

Wdym you were drunk

Pairing : Yang Jeongin x gn!reader ; friends to lovers

Genre : idk fluff and slightly suggestive in a way ig? a bit of angst if you squint realll hard

Word count : about 950

Warning : mention of sex while being drunk, do not read if you are sensitive to this subject ; slight sexual themes (talking about sex a little bit but no smut on this one)

Author's note : the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners ; many bisous to @giddyfatherchris for helping me proofreading this <3

Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions

58. "I remember kissing you... WHY DO I REMEMBER KISSING YOU?"

49. "How drunk were you last night?" "Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk." "Those aren't your pants."

53. "Well, fuck me." "Already did."

Reminder : do NOT take advantage of someone who isn't sober (it is not what Jeongin does here but it's always good to say it)

Masterlist

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You wake up slowly, the light of the sun falling on your face dazzling you when you open your eyes. You quickly squint them as a sudden headache hits you. You hold your face and whine at the pain. Ugh. You shouldn't have drank so much last night.

You look around to see the walls of a room that isn't yours but you don't even have time to panic as you immediately recognize the dorm of your best friend and crush, Jeongin. You stay like that, cursing under your breath for not being more mindful yesterday for a few minutes before hearing a small noise coming from outside the room. You are not scared, but you finally start wondering where Jeongin is since he isn't in there and it's like he heard your thoughts as he comes in.

"Oh ! Hello sleepyhead. I heard you mumbling. You need painkillers ?" he smiles softly as he hands you the pills and a glass of water.

You simply nod and try to give him a thankful smile although you are still wincing in discomfort. He sits next to you on the bed as you swallow, putting the drink on the nightstand once you are done. He waits a little moment, giving you time for the medicine to kick in before speaking up.

"So.. what do you think of last night ? he looks at you and you notice his ears turning red while his eyes are somewhat.. hopeful ?

— Last night ? Honestly I don't think I remember much. you chuckle, a bit embarrassed, and his face falls slightly.

— Really ? Nothing ? he asks and you sense a slight tinge of disappointment in his voice but you can't get why.

— Aah yes maybe. I... I think I remember kissing you... WAIT WHY DO I REMEMBER KISSING YOU ? you look at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to explain.

— You don't... You really don't know ? he sounds sad and you can't even understand why. How drunk were you last night ? he asks a bit cautiously.

— Well I still have my pants on so not that drunk. you joke as you look at Jeongin clueless, confused and feeling somewhat bad. He just looks like a kicked puppy right now.

— Those aren't your pants, y/nie.

— WHAT ? you look at him in shock again. What the hell happened last night ?

— They're mine. he doesn't even dare to look at you, his voice low.

— What ? I think you're going to have to explain this one, Jeongin.

— I... he sighs. Yeah, you're right. he looks away before speaking. So.. last night, you... You kissed me. You looked a tad bit tipsy, but really not that much ! You started kissing me.. like.. a lot. And you told me about how you loved me... As more than a friend. I was so shocked, but I told you I liked you too and... We went in the room. I'm sorry. You kept telling me you loved me and you wanted this and I believed you. he is playing with his fingers nervously as he talks, eyes fixated on the floor.

— Wow... you let out, processing the informations. I never thought I'd... Oh gosh.. you shake your head. And I told you that like that ? Well, fuck me.

— Already did.. he mumbles and you snap your eyes back at him.

— Seriously ?

— No.. look I'm sorry I'm just nervous so I joked to try to relax. I'm scared you didn't mean it or you hate me now. he can hear his own heart pounding in his ears yet he can't get himself to look at you.

— What ? No, Innie ! It's not that. I trust you, everything is good. I just never thought I'd tell you I like you this way. you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Last night I thought drinking would be a good idea so I could maybe get the courage to confess to you. But it seems I drank a bit too much. you chuckle and you hear him sigh in relief.

— So you don't hate me ? And you really have a crush on me ? Because I really do love you. he blushes and gosh is he cute.

— Of course, Innie. Don't worry okay ? I just wish I could remember how last night was. Our first night together out of many... I hope ? you ask shyly.

— Out of so so many. he nods and gives you a soft smile before moving to settle besides you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. But first, I'd like to spend a nice and chill morning with my partner.

You smile and whisper a sweet "i'd love that" before resting your head on his shoulder, heart light and full of happiness.

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[magpiepills]

Misunderstood

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!resder

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Marcus has a bad day at work and needs you to help him feel better.

Warnings: SMUT, established relationship, PIV, oral (f and m receiving) fingering, big dick Marcus, multiple orgasms, thumb sucking, cum eating, cum swapping, dirty talk, some degradation, use of a tie as a leash sort of?, alcohol consumption, pancakes, cardigans, NPR, idk what else man, this is not fluffy Marcus.

A word from the author: this is a repost! I’ve got no idea what happened here. I was up at 5 am writing Marcus Pike smut. I haven’t even seen the mentalist. Thanks to the magic sluts, home is where the whores are!

The door opened and closed with a familiar sound, but ushered in an energy that was foreign to the serene atmosphere of your apartment. “Fucking…art crime.” Marcus muttered, taking off his jacket as if it was responsible for his sour mood. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his once crisp white shirt, now wilted with sweat and the dirt of the day.

You dried the last plate and put it in its slot in the cabinet before going to greet your love.

Quiet, like you were approaching a deer, trying not to startle him, you sank onto the sofa beside where he slumped, jaw set and eyes boring into the middle distance.

“Marcus, I'm glad you’re home. I'm just about to start dinner. H-how was your day?” Your voice was soft and warm, meant to soothe, but it was a foolish question. The crease between his eyebrows was all you needed to see.

Thinking better than to press him, you went to the bar cart and poured a generous splash of whiskey.

“Hard day.” Was all he offered.

Finishing the glass in two gulps, Marcus handed the glass back to you, “more” he requested wordlessly. You obliged, another heavy pour and this time he drank it slowly, turning the glass in his hand to watch the light shift in the etched glass while you watched, eager to help him forget whatever had him wound so tight.

Of course no one saw what you saw. They saw his easy, affable manner, his smooth shaven jaw, his casual Friday cardigans, how he listened when people talked, how he laughed at dumb jokes, how he always refilled he coffee pot, and they saw all of these qualities, and they chalked them up as weakness.

They didn’t see how his eyes glowed dark, how his hand held firm in your hair, cracked against the round of your ass, didn’t hear him whispering into your ear all the methods he had thought of for ruining you while he waited for the coffee to brew in the break room.

Maybe they’d regard him with a bit more authority if they heard how commanding he could be when he sat his glass on the coffee table and told you to come suck it. Maybe if they saw how he slipped his tie over your head, wound it around his fist and tugged your face to the straining erection under his sensible slacks they’d take him a little more seriously. If they could just see him now.

Your knees burnt as they dug into the rug that sweet Marcus had carried up the stairs to your apartment for you. Your eyes watered as his cock filled your throat, nudging almost far enough to make you gag. “Yeah. Just like that, baby. Breathe through your nose. Get it wet.” He eased his grip on the tie enough to let you move, making room to wrap your hand around his shaft and pump it while you hollowed your cheeks over the fat head of his cock, lips sliding smoothly over his foreskin, before you pulled it gently down and sucked in earnest. You wanted for all of his focus to be solely between his legs. You watched his eyes as he watched you spit on his cock, using your hand to spread it up and down his length while you licked his balls, cradling them on your tongue. You worked him steadily while his head fell back against the couch, eyes closed as he rocked his hips to meet your mouth. “Fuck. Fuuuuuck. Oh, baby. Suck it so good.” His hips rocked more urgently, his words slurred as he inched closer to his release and you eagerly waited to taste his cum. You’d let him film your mouth then show him how it covered your tongue, dripped down your chin before swallowing it down and pushing the drops that escape back into your mouth before you open, letting him see that you’ve gratefully swallowed every drop.

You don’t get to show him though, because he’s hooking his thick hungers back into the circle of fabric around your neck and pulling you off of him with a wet pop and a hiss. He smacks your cheek, more affection than sting, but you can feel how much he needs you to surrender to him. He’s in no mood for putting you in your place tonight. Keeping his fingers looped through the fabric he sits up straighter and watches as you rub your pussy with your hand under your dress, suddenly shy as he looms over you. Marcus watches a moment before he sighs and nods, as if finally understanding. “Sucking cock makes your pussy wet, hm? Can’t help but get on your knees and rub your pussy, huh, baby?” An image floats before his eyes, you on your knees, sucking him deep and hard while he watches you fuck yourself on that dildo he bought you, the one with the suction cup, the one he could stick on the mirror in the hallway so he could watch the way your pussy stretched and gripped the purple silicone, taking it and his cock at the same time. He files that thought away for next time, too far gone to fool with toys right now.

“Take all that off.” He gestures at you, tugging his own shirt over his head, hurriedly kicking his pants to the side, naked so he can feel your hot skin on his when he pulls you to the floor by his tie around your neck, the only thing you’ve left on. He lays you down between the couch and coffee table, a narrow space just big enough for the two of you. He likes how you’ll let him take you however he wants, wherever he wants. You’re a vessel for him to fill. Marcus takes a moment to smooth down the striped fabric of his tie, admiring the way it falls between your breasts. You try not to squirm, but you’re dripping for him, an achy throb in your cunt that only his cock can quell.

You love Marcus when he’s a gentle, tender lover. Love him when he brings home fresh bread from the best bakery, when he makes you pancakes while he listens to Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me on lazy Saturday mornings, when he holds your hand in museums, squeezing you as you lean your head on his shoulder, lost in the romance of the Baroques and the Rococos. You love him now as he pushes your knees up, grabbing your hand, showing you how he wants you to hold yourself open to him, giving him unfettered access to your puffy, slick cunt. Using his thumbs, he spreads you open, slips over your folds, teasing your clit with a roll of his digits, teases your entrance with them, pushing his thumb into you just one knuckle deep before dragging it back out to distribute more of your wetness, replacing it with his other thumb before repeating the motion, alternating thumbs, sliding up over your clit, faster and faster he moves, dripping saliva onto you to add to the squelching sounds. Winding your hips, you focus on your orgasm, just in reach when suddenly you’re being stretched further, two thumbs in your fluttering cunt, flat fingers against your clit making you cry out, body taut as your orgasm is pulled from you by the hands of the only man that owns you this way.

Before you can catch your breath, his hand is back on the tie, pulling you up to watch as he spears into you. He wishes he could go faster, he needs to be inside, but you’re so tight and his cock is so big he has to go slow. Wet thumb sliding around, over your clit and around his cock where he’s desperate to enter you, soothing the skin there with his touch, gentle despite his frenzy. You dare to look up and see him, snarling, mad with lust, teeth bared and chest heaving. “Fuck me Marcus. Please, daddy. Need your big cock so bad.” You whine. He doubles his efforts at your provocation, pushing in further, shallow thrusts becoming faster and deeper until he’s all the way in, head firmly pushed into your cervix and balls against your ass. There’s no air left in your lungs to ask him to please move already. Mercifully, he doesn’t wait long. He studies your face, your wet eyelashes, your mouth agape, cheeks and chest flushed pink, the face of a woman in need of a good fuck and he relents. He starts slowly, picking up speed, pulling out and slamming in and just the right angle to drag the coarse hair at the base of his cock over your swollen clit. It’s a lot. He sees it in your eyes, feels it in the way you squeeze his cock so tight. You’re close.

“You gonna come on daddy’s cock? Hm? You wait all day just for me to come home and fuck you like this? Treat you like a slut? Fuck you on the floor?” You try hard to answer him but all you can force out it a pathetic “yesyesyes!” As you squeeze your tits and pluck at your nipples the way he does, but not quite the same. It’s almost enough. Marcus can see that. He sees you right up against your second orgasm but unable to grasp it. He needs you to get there so he can follow you, Jack and Jill and the pail of water. He keeps his steady rhythm, holds his angle, and reaches to hold your cheek in his warm hand. He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down until you open your mouth for him to slide it in, letting you taste yourself on his skin when he presses it into your tongue. It’s enough. More than enough. Your legs shake and your legs tighten around his waist. Words and meaning are lost between you. “Fuck, baby. Oh fuck. Oh! Ohhhhhhh.” He whimpers as your orgasm milks him of his own, draining every drop of cum from him.

You collect yourselves slowly, arms around his neck, him settled over you, kissing your face, whispering his love, his tie still hanging loose around your neck. You scratch his back, kiss his shoulder, and tap his side to let you up, you stand on shaky legs, not quite ready for gravity. You wonder what to make for dinner, consider resorting to takeout so you can just eat in bed. You think aloud, expecting some input from Marcus, but instead he holds your hips and directs you onto the couch, positioning you with your knees at the edge and your elbows on the back cushion so he can kneel behind you. You gasp, “Marcus! Marc-!” But he pays you no mind. Just licks messy stripes through your sensitive pussy, tasting himself, tasting you, humming at the vulgarity of what he’s doing, teasing your clit to make you shiver and flinch. Satisfied at last, he eases you onto your back to kiss you deep, sharing your combined flavor before taking your hand and leading you to the shower. Dinner can wait.

[britneyshakespeare]

The thing about a fainting spell is that there are a lot of symptoms I’ve had over the years of various illnesses but there’s just nothing like all the sudden wiping out and being in a limbo of involuntary and unexpected unconsciousness for like. Who knows? There are a lot of things I’ve gone through in my life that I “had no control of” or had no feasible means to make better for myself, at least not by myself, but fainting. Wow. It’s like being in a vice of the living world and the dead. And after it happens, after you crawl pathetically back to bed or your life or whatever you were doing (certainly the time of day it takes place matters a lot)... for the next however many hours you’re just sitting there like “well that happened. Sucked a lot.”

Funny. I was thinking just yesterday about how it had been awhile (almost a year) since I had a good old fashioned fainting spell. And the last time I had one I didn't even think I was dying like a lot of other times I've had them in the past. Well then last night (tonight? Today?) between 2 and 3 in the morning I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, was thinking "man this feels like so much effort I'm so tired" when I turned around to dry them, and then I realized I was on the floor somehow in the fight of my life with the perception of consciousness again.

[polyamorouspunk]

The first time I ever heard the phrase “pick your battles” was when I was about 12 years old in eight grade. The grade above us was filled with kids who drank and smoked and did drugs and the grade below us was filled with kids having sex in public bathrooms and somehow we were stuck in the middle, reaping the restrictions put on us for crimes we didn’t commit. One of these being that we were not allowed any personal bags in our wing.

Now, if you’re like me, you carry a *lot* of shit. I mean, there’s textbooks, reading books, food, water, phone, pens and pencils, an eraser that actually works, FeMiNiNe hYgIeNe pRoDuCtS, and idk? Random other shit? Too much to reasonably carry from class to class in your arms and pockets.

So my friends and I wore bags. Purses, if you will, though I hated that term because it was a bit too girly for me, and my “purses” came from the military surplus store. In fact, I still have the last one I got from there. Regardless, my point being that we wore personal bags to carry our shit in.

Except that wasn’t allowed because kids *before* us would sneak their alcohol and shit with them in bags.

Now, nowhere in the handbook did it say we weren’t allowed to have bags- trust me, we checked. Our parents helped us take up the cause- us being me and my 2 friends. But our teachers collectively decided we were not allowed to have them in our wing, they had to stay in our lockers. And so we asked: how them are we to transport them outside of our wing if our lockers are in said wing. If we can’t have them in the hallway how can we have them outside the hallway if we have to store them in the lockers in this hallway.

One day my teacher who had a soft spot for us pulled me aside. He told me he knew that I was on a campaign against this, but that sometimes we need to pick our battles. I had never heard of this phrase, so I sat on it for about .5 seconds before saying “then I’m going to pick this battle and continue fighting it.”

I understand now what he means though. We can’t change everything that we want to. There are so many causes out there, so many things that we should be aware of. But we’ll burn ourselves out trying to take them all on ourselves. It’s been said before to pick a few causes you really feel passionate about and focus on those because you can do more for change when you aren’t stretched out thin.

Beyond that, though, I think we need to pick and choose our battles because realistically there are not just things we can win, and at the end of the day some things *are* more important than others.

We live in a surveillance state. That’s clear in a lot of countries, including the US, but that’s clear on a global level. While this sucks, at least here in the US, it really seems like not enough people care to fight it. Hell, people are actively bringing surveillance devices into their homes in the name of convenience. Realistically, overturning our surveillance state doesn’t seem likely. While it’s a battle that’s noble to fight, it’s probably in vain.

But think about when Roe v Wade was overturned. How much outrage it caused. How much outrage it’s still causing. Enough people are fighting that there is hope to rectify it, I think. And when it comes down to it, if you have to pick a battle to “not be surveilled” or to “legalize life-saving medical treatment (again)” one of those seems a lot more pressing and important than the other.

It’s okay to personally put causes on the back burner. It’s okay to not reblog every single “awareness” or “woke” post you see. You’re not obligated to fight every fight. Even just reblogged activism post after activism post can be draining. It’s okay to take a step back, take a break. Don’t forget about these struggles. Keep them in the back of your mind. Maybe go back and reblog them later. But don’t burn yourself out fighting too many battles, especially if they’re losing one. Focus on a few, solid, tangible changes you can make: being kind to strangers; donating goods, services, and money; volunteering; teaching children; etc. and if you have the energy go above and beyond that. You can make a difference just by being kind. You don’t have to fix every single problem. But together we can fix a few at a time.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

ok similar to my last req

Very scary yet hot m!greaser doing hot, tuff things and is blissfully unaware of the affect he has on the gang + Curly and Tim

what is their reactions—

Lmao I freaking love this starzzzz

Without further ado:

Scary n’ hot m!greaser unknowingly teasing the gang + Tim/curly Shepard and their reactions!!

Ponyboy Curtis

-ok but he’s so flustered

-when you lean back in your seat, running your hands through your hair

-smoking your cigarette

-not even realizing hot goddamn fine you look

-he averts eye contact, it even feeling disrespectful to look at you in that position

-“You alright, Pony?” You’d say, smirking a bit when you see his fluster

-“Y-Yessir…”

Johnny Cade

-his eyes grow pretty damn wide

-and his breathing is panic attack level

-when he sees you taking off your shirt on a hot Oklahoma day

-he tries to hide his blush a bit

-and definitely fails

-and this gets worse n worse as you flex your muscles lifting something heavy

-he just can’t help but think of… what other things those arms are capable of

-he tries to be sneaky glancing at you and be nonchalant but you definitely catch on

-so you bite your lip a little, running your hand through your hair

-with a slight, cruel smirk

-“You good, Johnnycake?”

-he nervously shakes his head, his face only getting redder when you use his nickname

-“Y-yeah”

Sodapop Curtis

-ok he’s used to being the one to tease

-the charmer

-not to mention you’re a pretty scary guy

-but sodas never been scared of you

-he teases you like a friend, always giving you his charming grins and jokes

-but when you lean against the doorframe, in that position

-GODDAMN

-he would slightly blush, and avert his glance elsewhere

-he’d be a lot more quieter than usual, he knows if he talks he might say something

-about how damn good you look and it’s making him weak in the knees

-“Ya ok, Soda? Sure ain’t the chatterbox you usually are.”

-“Uh, yeah. Just uh…” he’d reach over to the cash register “Counting n stuff…”

-it would only take one glance up and down for you to realize what’s happening to him

-“Gee soda, sure is hot now, ain’t it?”

-youd take off your shirt, tossing that to him

-“Be a good boy and hold that for me, would ya?”

-he has the stupidest grin

Darry Curtis

-you two have become pretty close friends

-he’s not stupid enough to start shit with you

-and he doesn’t realize he feels another way

-until he sees you, and how you look

-running your hand through your hair, biting your lip in concentration

-you’re helping him with taxes, you know it’s his least favorite time of the month

-he tries to shove those thoughts about you deep deep down

-but instead, he conveniently blurts out: “That’s hot.”

-you turn to him, smirking a bit “Whatd you just say, Dar?”

-“I-it was nothin. Nothin important.”

-it definitely was and he was a bit flustered for the rest of the night

Dallas Winston

-damn.

-he ain’t gonna let it bother him

-the fact that you lookin so good leaning back in your chair, manspreading as you smoke your cigarette

-your shirt unbuttoned just enough to be suggestive

-he tries not to look downward, exactly where his eyes want to go

-he would curse under his breath

-you don’t even know what you’re doing to him

-sitting like that in front of him

-he’s so turned on, but he ain’t showing that

-he’s not letting you have that leverage over him

-until he stares a bit too long

-“Ain’t my eyes up here, Dal?”

-he got caught, red handed… or red eyed?

-he looks up slowly, smirking a bit

-“Maybe…. But maybe I wanna look elsewhere”

Two Bit Mathews

-hot damn

-you’d just drank water, and missed a little

-and it drips down your chin, neck, and your chest…

-and your shirt is of course off, gods why

-he grins and smirks at you

-looking you up and down, laughing playfully

-“Not bad, big boy…”

-you’d roll your eyes and have to resist the urge to throw a fist at him again

-but you smirk, liking the attention secretly

-most likely besides Dal and Tim to make out

Steve Randle

-you’re working on cars with him one day

-a hot summer day

-and naturally you have your shirt off

-he doesn’t mind, he does too

-until you playfully suggest that you should throw water on each other

-and he does it, but FUCK

-you, your body slicked and oiled with the water, running your hands though your hair

-it’s a sight

-tried to act disinterested but damn he’s checking you out every chance he gets

-“Like what you see, Stevie?”

-he goes back under the car, grumbling “Yeah… maybe…”

Tim Shepard

-as yk

-he’s into tough scary men he wants to fight yall

-and have you on his team fr

-so whenever you drape yourself life a damn painting in that chair

-holding that golden bottle of whiskey, slowly sipping it

-FUCK

-he smirks, and walks over to you

-“Why are you sittin’ in that chair? My laps right here.” He’d say

-you smirk and roll your eyes, patting your own lap

-he doesn’t obey anyone, and you’re one of the few people he will

Curly Shepard

-hot damn

-he knows you from his brothers gang

-you’re the tuffest in the gang, the real secret weapon

-you got everyone in Tulsa shakin in their boots with the right look

-and when he sees you training

-punching that bag, all sweaty with a towel thrown over your shoulder

-shit

-he gets now why people shake around you

-although he maybe is doing that in a different way

-with his internal dialogue, he doesn’t realize he’s been staring for five minutes straight

-“You need somethin’ Curl?”

-he looks at you, and for the first time in his life he feels a mix of scared and horny

-confusing for him, he’s usually the scary one

-“U-Uh… nope.”

-he gets out of there real fast

[julienbakerpls]

julien definitely has a thing for biting

photo by @/Tomrathphoto on ig

Up against the wall with me - Part One 18+

THIS IS RPF IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT ✨✨✨

request- just going to a party w jb and her getting like hot and bothered by you dancing on her in front of everyone!

yeah i’m femme so grinding is like a thing for me lol like maybe bathroom sex at the party idk

One of your favorite things about Julien was watching her be completely herself, because she usually has her guard up so it's rare. There are typically only two times when she lets herself be completely free, when she was on stage with her boys, and right now. Julien was only ever complexly relaxed when she was getting lost in the music. You were currently sat at the bar watching Julien dance and be goofy with her friends, smiling to yourself over how silly she let herself be with them. The boys had just preformed their last US show of the tour and everyone was letting loose.

Julien finally took a break from dancing walking over to you and wrapping her hands around your hips, she was standing in between your legs so she had perfect access to burry her face in your cleavage.

"Jay!" you laughed feeling her smile into your chest. She pulled away looking up into your eyes and placed a kiss to your breast. You smiled shaking your head, before handing her your water to drink from. She drank the entire thing before licking her lips subconsciously, turning you on. She kissed you before saying something about going to find Phoebe.

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After about 20 minutes you were getting kinda bored just waiting for Julien to get back so you went to find her and phoebe. You looked around the club that their management had rented out and tried to find them, you found phoebe quickly considering her partner was like 20 feet tall but no Julien..

You walked around the club 3 times before you spotted her talking to the bassist from the band that was playing with boygenius tonight. She was like 5 foot 11 and extremely gorgeous and had been flirting with JB every chance she got, much to your annoyance. Honestly it's not like you could blame her, even in just a tank and dickies Julien looked like sex on legs.

You knew you had nothing to worry about, Julien was the most loyal partner ever, but you couldn't help feeling slightly jealous and wanting to make Julien a little jealous too. Because one thing about Julien that not a lot of people know, is that she can be very possessive when it comes to you. You watched the interaction a bit more, laughing when you could tell Julien didn't want to be there anymore, but was just too nice to say anything.

You made your way onto the dance floor, letting your body move to the music, swinging your hips the way you know drives Julien crazy. You saw Julien look over doing a double take when she saw you, Her eyes raked down your body pausing on you hips before her heated gaze made it to your face. You smiled at her letting your hips swing back and forth, getting Julien hypnotized.

Halfway through the song you felt hands on your hips, turning to see Lucy behind you. The two of you laughed, Lucy pulling your hips more into hers.

"God, JB looks feral." Lucy whispered in your ear, turning the two of you slightly giving Julien a better view. You looked over to her still standing with the bassist looking like you were about to get fucked within an inch of your life.

You smiled to yourself watching Julien, walk towards you not saying goodbye to the bassist. The music changed to a talking heads song.

"Mind if I cut in, Luce?" Julien asked, like you were in cotillion. Lucy laughed, sticking to the bit and kissing your hand before shaking Juliens. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you turned to julien seeing her also smiling. She turned to you her face going serious, pulling your body into hers. Her breathing was heavy on your neck, as you felt her bite down.

"Jay," You gasp, pressing yourself onto her thigh, at the same time pressing yours between hers.

"Shelby probably thinks i'm the biggest asshole and it's all your fault," Julien Huffs out.

"Well, considering her name is definitely not shelby, i don't think it's all my fault.." Your laugh turning into a moan halfway through when she presses her thigh at the perfect angle.

"Yeah well I was so turned on by you I must have missed it," Julien says, grinding down onto your thigh, and kissing you roughly. You moan into her mouth, feeling her tongue press against yours.

"Did watching me dance get you wet, baby?" You whisper against her lips, pulling her hips down roughly against your thigh. Julien whined into your mouth, biting down on your lower lip.

"Everything about you fucking gets me wet," Julien said, kissing and biting down your neck, her hands moving from your hips up your body squeezing your breasts before cupping your face in both of her hands.

"Jay, people are watching," you whine, trying to kiss her but being held in place by her hands. The song changed in the background to something by the cure.

"I really don't care about other people right now.." Julien said biting down on your shoulder.

"Fuck," You gasp out, rolling your hips into hers.

"I love you so much baby, but i'm so horny right now i'm going to fuck you like I hate you." Julien smiles, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the bathroom. You follow her behind her in what feels like a daze, you love when JB gets like this so much.

"Anyone in here?" Julien called pushing open the bathroom door, she waited for an answer getting none. She pulled you in before locking the door, pushing you up onto the sink.

Julien spreads your thighs making room for her between them, her mouth finding yours instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy, Jay," you moan out kissing her roughly, and thanking god that you wore a skirt.

Juliens hands slide under your skirt pulling your panties down, groaning when she feels how soaked the lace is.

"You're dripping down your legs princess, you want me to clean you up?" Julien purrs against your lips. The noise that comes out of you is downright pornographic. You watch as she smiles, biting her lip and pushing her hair away from her face.

"C'mere Princess, let's see how sweet you are for me." Julien murmurs pulling one of your legs over her shoulder, and licking a flat stripe up your wet crease before parting your folds and sucking on your clit. She pulls away to bite your thigh before licking the wetness off. You moan watching her lick your thighs clean, before pushing her tongue into you. She fucks her tongue in before going back to massaging your clit. You gasp running your fingers through her hair, and pushing yourself more onto her face.

"Jay, please," You moan out braising yourself up against the mirror. Julien pulls away from you, standing up your leg still over her shoulder. Julien smiles sweetly at you tracing her fingers over your lips, using her index finger to part them. You suck them into your mouth, running your tongue over them, getting them nice and wet. The sound of Type O Negative's Love you to death, fades in from the club.

"You're so perfect, look at you all spread out for me, sucking on my fingers like a good girl." Julien says looking into your eyes, You watched her pop the button on her jeans sliding her other hand into them and massaging her clit. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, grabbing your other leg and pulling it onto her shoulder. She pressed the fingers you sucked to your clit massaging it, before pushing them into you and fucking you at a rough pace.

Your hips involuntarily buck up into her hand, her other hand coming out of her pants and pressing you down onto the counter. Her fingers wet on your hip, causing you to throw your head back against the mirror. You wince but quickly forget the pain as she speeds up her fingers now pressing the palm of her hand against you clit. You moan pulling her face to yours and kissing her, it's sloppy and heated and you can taste yourself on her lips.

Julien adds a third finger, you moan into her mouth unable to catch a deep breath and loosing the ability to kiss her completely.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?" Julien says against your neck, her breathing heavy, you feel your legs start to shake, your hands wrapping around her shoulders.

"Jay, I-" You gasp out, your whole body tensing up. Julien fucks you though your orgasm, you watch as she pulls her fingers from between your thighs and up to her mouth. You moan and pull her towards you, trying to kiss her but she resists because she still has her fingers in her mouth. She moans around her fingers, slowly pulling them from her mouth, you moan to the sight almost too much.

"You taste so good, princess." Julien smiles, kissing you slowly, before kissing your forehead.

"Jay, I need you," You whine pulling her towards you, Julien laughs gently pushing your legs off of her shoulders.

"Aw you need me baby?" Julien pouts, pulling your panties up your legs and helping you off the sink, your legs still shaking.

"Jay-" You're cut off by another kiss, Julien pushes you against the bathroom door.

"Let's get you back to the hotel room." Julien says against your lips, unlocking the bathroom door and opening it. The prettiest star by David Bowie streams in from the now open door, and you think it's fitting because you're looking at her.

[danemia]

lemme rant rq cause this is my diary

so i went to the dr with my mom cause i had the flu (not anymore, but lowk it made me have 0 APPETITE so f@sting during it was easy) but anyway, since my last dr appointment which was over the summer ish so august i think, i lost around 7lbs. (i was wearing layers, water loaded + shoes so def more, probably around 10-15lbs but idrk cause my scale LOVES to change my weight all the time. and my mom ofc noticed (the weight loss in the chart since august) but i blamed it on the flu easy peasy and she’s been trying to buy me snacks and make me eat more which is annoying but she’s trying to be a mom so it’s okay. also im not sure if it’s the 3d brain but i feel like she’s trying to fatten me but i can’t really tell? like she’s offering food more, or maybe she’s not idk. it is now 1:44am, yesterday i fainted a bit so i treated it as a break and ate “normally” fainting + dizziness has gone down and now i feel like a failure, but that’s okay cause today is a new day. also does anyone else hallucinate after long periods of fasting? maybe it’s the sleep deprivation but i genuinely start seeing stuff and it’s lowk scary but maybe that’s another issue, anyway i won’t have access to food from now(1:44)-3pm so the i just have to survive from 3-10pm and that’s a successful day + thinking like that helps me sm (like every hour of fasting counts) right now im having a celsius (caffeine my beloved appetite suppressant) and im pulling an all nighter and hopefully will crash at 3ish so i sleep most of the day to prevent boredom eating and honestly fasting is just easy if you distract yourself, i think the main issue with me and fasting is i get bored sooooo easily and then eat, not even cause im hungry js bored tbh, but water and games help that. idek what im saying. ugh my insomnia gets so bad when im restricting. also another thing i think th1nspo and m3anspo genuinely do NOY work for me, idk why. like my main motivation is myself cause really im the only one who knows everything i want changed about my body and speaking of omg i have to go the beach on my birthday trip im so scared brooo. well idk if i have to go but i think my family is going and we’ll see tbh, it’s like mid decemeber so this month i genuinely need to lock in like i keep on fasting but then having to break it around 48hrs and it’s annoying, okay THIS fast i won’t stop (and will actually have vitamins and whatnot) also vitamin recs? i feel like the vitamins i take while fasting do not do anything tbh, anddd i have been rambling but it’s giving me smth to do so love u all stay safe ! ONE MORE THING LMAOO green tea is so good and has helped my bloating sm everyone go make a tea rn (it also has caffeine in it) also caffeine helps constipation (at least for me) for all the 4n4s who struggle with that! and green tea is like a subtle laxative, CELSIUS is like a full on one, i drank one a while ago but haven’t had any…bowel movement, but to be fair i did poop this evening and wow i sharing SO much information 😻 ! but yeah it’s way better than actual lax imo, lax makes my stomach hurt ALL day but maybe it’s the kind? I’ve only ever used ducloax or smth like that and it hurts so much omg i might just never take them again, im gonna finish this celsius then make some green tea i wonder how okay anyway

tldr: idek where to start

[saruman-the-silly]

Let me help

tags: phantom x gn!reader, hurt/comfort kind of, maybe angst? idk wanted to write something short but it got a bit longer so anyway yea :D at first a I had no clue of what Quintessence ghouls were so I googled something and I hope I got the powers right, if not, then that's on me my bad lol

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He was in so much pain. The burning had begun so suddenly, and it wasn't stopping. Why was this happening?

"PHANTOM!" He could hear some distant yelling- who was that? The voice seemed so familiar, but strange in so many ways. The burning sensation was spreading all over him and his fingertips started to tingle. It was starting to consume him, to swallow him whole until- he was pulled down abruptly, falling on to the hard and cold stone floor.

"PHANTOM, oh god, oh nononono this isn't good this is so not good- why didn't anybody prepare me for this what is going on-" Phantom, he remembered his name suddenly, groaned in pain and rolled to his side to look at you, his angel, panicking beside him. He squinted, and studied your beautiful face for a moment.

"Now hold on a minute, what just happened? I only remember trying to walk to the gardens." You smiled at him tearily, and cupped his cheek. "I thought you were gonna rip yourself in half, you idiot." You sniffled, getting him up.

"Maybe next time don't try teleporting in such a weak state, you dummy."

Phantom looked confused for a second- oh yeah, he had barely slept 3 hours last night after coming home from the tour, and yes, he did try to teleport to the gardens where he said he would meet you.

"Ah, well, yeah, that coul be the reason for it," He winced in pain, now suddenly feeling the burns over his body. You frowned, and started to walk back to your rooms, holding him upright.

"You do actually know the consequense if you exhaust yourself and go around using your powers? It's not gonna be pretty, I've heard some stories of what happened to the other ghouls after exhausting themselves and trying to use their powers." You opened the door to your room, leading Phantom in to sit on your bed. He groaned in pain when he sat down, the pain only just now fully getting to him.

"I'm sorry doll, I just wanted to see you and I thought hey, why not teleport because I hadn't just seen you in what, 3 months-" Phantom started to ramble, but you shushed him while gently smiling. You cupped his cheek, and he sighed, leaning into your touch. You leaned down, and kissed his forehead, then his cheeks before looking at his eyes.

"I missed you too. But you just need to be a little more careful, okay? I don't want you to rip yourself in half, just because you're excited to see me, darling." Phantom smiled a bit sheepishly at that, and brought your face closer to kiss you gently. "I promise I won't try to teleport again when I'm so exhausted."

"Great! Now, off with the shirt pretty boy, gotta treat those burns." He laughed, and removed his shirt. You got some ointment, and gently started applying it. Phantom shivered at the contact, and you grinned. "Cold?"

He laughed, and replied. "A little." You hummed, and applied the ointment to the worst burns. Not that you needed to do a lot actually, Phantom usually healed pretty quickly even without help, but the worst burns would leave a scar if not treated.

After you had finished, you offered him a glass of water, which he gladly drank. He flopped back down on the bed, and you laid down beside him. Both of you were quiet, just listening to each other breathe. Phantom looked to be deep in though, and when you were about to ask what's up, he opened his mouth.

"Do you ever feel like you've just not found your place?" You propped yourself on your elbows to look at him.

"Well, not really no. Why?" He sighed, and kept looking at the ceiling.

"I just feel sometimes like I'm just wandering around, trying to find a place where I truly belong. Since my summoning I've tried so hard to fit in, and yeah, I have, but, I don't know why this feeling still follows me everywhere." Phantom turned to look at you, with an unsure expression on his face. You studied his face for a moment, before replying.

"You do know that what you're feeling is super okay?" He smiled and replied: "Yeah I know, it's just a bit weird sometimes since I'm relatively new around here." You took his hand, and rubbed it comfortingly.

"Yeah, but you know, I was at first very out of place here. I felt like I was just floating through everything, and not really finding a place or people that would help me be, yknow, me?" Phantom nodded, listening.

"At first, it was awful, since I'm not good with new people or with a new, weird situation. But after settling down, I started to find things that made the whole process more fun, like you and all the other ghouls.

So what I'm trying to say here, it can be tough to find your own place in the world, and the road there can be rocky and difficult, but you will find it. I'll be there to help you find your way." Phantom smiled at that, and gently brushed a hair out of your face.

"Thank you, angel." He whispered, before gently pressing his lips to yours.

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here it iis, I'm back and alive muahahaha writer's block - 0, saruman the silly - 1

wanted to write something a little comforting, and finished this on my phone lol so sorry for any mistakes, I'll check them later

anyway love you all and thanks for reading <3

[frenziedslashers]

Maybe Rick Grimes who has eyes for a rancher? I work on a ranch for my uncle and I’m craving some Rick content where he has the hots for a rancher and is almost always checking them out. Dropping comments about how strong they are or how good they are with their hands 🥴

Maybe they help Rick at the prison with the garden and Ricks secretly loving every second because not only does he get to learn from them, but he also has an excuse to stare at their sweaty muscles. Maybe even get a couple peaks of their ass when their bent over ykyk. Bonus points if Rick goes to take their cowboy hat as a joke and they tell Rick about the cowboy hat rule after he’s done so (take the hat, ride a cowboy) and Ricks FLUSTERED but not complaining either 😮‍💨

It’d be awesome if you could do it as a Male!reader fic too! Maybe some smut if you’re okay with it 🫣 thank youu!

Hey There, Cowboy

A/N: OUGH, ANON I- FERAL- I have been thinking about this since I read it when you sent it to me last night JESUS- I love this idea so much (Also, HELLO FELLOW RANCHER. I am not a full time one, but I occasionally help my neighbors. Goodluck during calving season this year if you help with that/are around the area. Idk if Calving season is the same for others outside of NE.)

I am frothing at the mouth with this request though. Thank you for doing Gods work 🙏 hopefully this satisfies:))

Warnings: MLM, AMAB! Reader, Top!reader, Bottom!Rick, anal, anal fingering. Ricky Dicky is Dick Riding in this story, not metaphorically either.

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

It was hot, so goddamn hot outside. Your clothes felt like they were melting into your skin as your sweat bled through them. Your blue jeans were itchy, and your boots were feeling uncomfortable as you turned up the soil by hand. You never thought you would miss the equipment back on the ranch. You never thought you'd be praying to the heavens for a Rototiller, but here you were. Pleading to the heavens for an easier way to do this.

Rick was making his way to where you were in the garden with a couple of waters for you both. He was supposed to be over to help you about thirty minutes ago, but Maggie and Carol needed help with something inside the Prison. He was starting to wonder if they held him back on purpose because when he saw you he swore he felt his brain turn to mush.

The sweat was glistening off your skin perfectly. Your button-up shirt was clinging to your back, and the sleeves were rolled up past your elbows. You had reached up to lift your hat off your head running a hand over the top of your head with a soft sigh. He couldn't hear you, but he could see the way your shoulders rose and fell just like they did anytime you sighed or yawned.

He finally swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth, approaching you further while trying to shake all those thoughts about you that plagued his mind - constantly.

"Hey, Rick," you chimed, that charming smile gracing your lips as you looked over at him. Crossing your arms partially over the handle of the hoe in your hands while you land forward on it. "Finally make some time for me?" He pursed his lips, dropping his head a bit with a chuckle, which made your heart ache for him a little more. You loved how bashful the Deputy could be. Especially around you.

"I brought you some water, you look like you could use some," the hum you let out made him shudder. His jaw clenched as his hands slightly flexed around the bottle in his hand. You noticed, taking the bottle with a small and prideful smirk. "So, what about farming do you really need help with? It isn't that hard, y'know." "Well, you know.." Rick pondered, tearing his eyes from you as you drank from your water. His face was a little red as he stared down at the dirt. "The uh... Planting part? I don't know, really. I've just never done it. Always wanted a garden of my own, though." He spoke, and you chuckled, nodding. "It's truly not that hard, city boy," he peaked up at the nickname, smiling himself. "Well, then lead the way, cowboy."

The both of you got to work. You taught him how to use the hoe efficiently. "It's like sweepin', sorta?" Rick commented, and you tilted your head, shrugging. "Uh, sorta?" you chuckled, patting his back which had his head turning to peak at you. You were quick to let your hand drop, fingers brushing his lower back before wandering over to the bag of seeds.

Rick's eyes were on you the entire time. Still, half-working until you bent over. Ass facing him while you brushed your hand through the packet of seeds. You noticed his movements stop when you did this. Biting back the smirk that threaten to burst free until you grabbed the package of cucumbers from the bag on the ground. Turning back to head over to your friend. Holding yourself high which only seemed to make Rick stare at you more. "Take a break from that, I got the section over yonder 'tilled. We can plant these over there." Your voice was low and sweet. Fingers tucking the packet of seeds into the pocket on Rick's chest. Hands patting it afterward with a grin. "'Nless you'd rather keep tilin' while I plant, city boy?" The way you said city boy had his brain shorting. Raking his brain for words that would make sense. You always put him at a loss for words, it seemed. "I uh... I can plant." You chuckled, leading him over to the section you marked off for the cucumbers.

It wasn't but a couple hours longer until you were both done. The soil of the area roughed up and the seeds that you guys decided on were planted. Wiping some sweat from your forehead as you looked over your work, Rick standing right beside you. His eyes fell to the ground, following your hat which fell by his feet. He stared at it for a moment, hearing the soft sigh you let out when you noticed it fall. Rick was quick to lean down and pick it up before you could, though.

Your eyes watched with a curious gaze as he swept the dirt off of it with his hands. Inspecting it before reaching up for his own hat. Trading the hats with a satisfied hum. "Hmm, maybe Hershel's right, maybe I do need a new hat." He commented with a smug grin, looking up at you with a brow raised. "How do I look? Less city?" He asked with a small snicker, though his smile faded a little at the look on your face. Wondering if maybe he did something wrong.

You took a moment to respond, watching with a smirk as you stared over at the other man. A throaty chuckle left you which made Rick look even more confused than before. "What?" He had no idea what you found so funny, "Oh nothin', I thought you were proposin' somethin' at first, but I forget you city boys aren't familiar with the hat rule." You cooed, taking his own hat from his hands. Placing it on top of your head. He furrowed his brows, tilting his head while looking you over for an answer. "The hat rule?" He asked, reaching up to rub at his jaw with a soft chuckle. Looking to the side, at the fence where the sun set over. Then back over to you, attempting to read the look in your eyes, but he was at a lost. "Well, what's this hat rule?" You hummed, rocking back on your heels while your thumbs slipped into your belt loops.

"Guess you'll have to figure that out yourself, Deputy," your teasing tone made his fingers twitch. His eyes watching you closely, flinching a little when you reached up to flick his hat up - your hat. "I gotta get back and relieve Miss Maggie of watch, I'll catch ya around." You spoke, beginning to walk off, before stopping a few steps in front of Rick. "And Rick?" He hummed in question, looking at you as you turned your head to look over your shoulder. "You do look rather nice in that hat." You smiled, tipping the hat on your head with a wink before wandering back towards the prison.

Everyone was quick to notice you coming inside wearing Rick's hat. Whispers amongst them all about what the deal was. The whispers only got more frequent when they saw Rick was wearing your hat. Daryl looked at Rick with a knowing smirk. Or at least he thought he knew. Rick was the most oblivious guy in the world though. The moment you were in that guard tower, and Maggie was back to see Rick with your hat on, she was quick to ask the question everyone was thinking.

"Did he give ya that hat, or did ya take it from him?" She smirked, and Rick shrugged, his fingers, playing with his gun holster. "Well, he dropped it... So I put it on." Daryl rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "What? Hershel said I needed a farming hat," he protested, and Maggie giggled. "Did he say anything about it? Ain't often that a rancher lets just anyone wear their hat." Rick shrugged again. Leaning against the wall near the two. "Well, he mentioned this hat rule? I assume it means I have to let him wear my hat, I think." Daryl laughed at this. An actual laugh left the hunter's throat, and Rick felt his face go red with embarrassment. What, did he say something wrong? Was that not what it meant?

Maggie shook her head with a grin, and Rick swallowed thickly. Shifting from foot to foot a bit anxiously. "Well, what the hell does it mean?" He asked Maggie, and Maggie raised her hands, a smirk on her face. "How about you go ask him?" Rick pouted, furrowing his brows in frustration. "You guys know he ain't gonna tell me! The bastard told me I was supposed to figure it out myself!" Rick was growing agitated, reaching up to pinch his brow with a deep inhale, which followed a deep exhale.

"That ain't no way to talk about a guy who wants to screw yer brains out." Daryl commented, and Rick felt his face grew even hotter. No, his whole body was hot. Looking up at the hunter with a terrified look. "What?" Daryl shook his head with a sigh, Maggie pursing her lips. "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy," Maggies voice caught Rick's attention. His head turning to look at one, then the other. "Wait, what?" "That's what the hat rule is, dumbass," Daryl spat, and Rick felt his insides turning. "That's why we were shocked he let you wear it," "Plus, he's wearing your hat, shoulda given it to someone else with how oblivious ya are." Daryl commented, and Maggie scowled at him. "Look, you still got time, he's up in the guard tower, probably waiting. You can go tell him that ain't what ya want." Maggie told Rick with a sympathetic smile. She was certain that the look on his face was because he didn't want to ride a cowboy.

But truth be told. Shit, he wanted nothing more than to ride said cowboy.

He nodded though. Rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs before taking a step back. "Yeah, I'll be back, gonna go... Gonna go talk to 'im..." His voice was soft, obviously lost in thought as he turned and made his way out of the prison. Daryl just snorted, watching Rick stumble away. "How much ya wanna bet he does more than jus' talk." Maggie shrugged, folding her arms. "I ain't bettin' on somethin' I know I'd lose. Ya ever had to work with those two? I ain't ever seen Rick try and undress someone with his eyes more." She added and the both chuckled at her comment. She wasn't wrong, they both knew it, too.

The knock on the door that led up into the guard tower made you jump. You were lost in thought when it had come and scurried over to where it was. Opening it with a raised brow, squinting and shielding your eyes from the light that shone in. "Shit, sorry, can I uh, come in?" Rick asked, turning off his flash light, and you felt your stomach doing flips. Moving so the other could come inside. "Sure thing, got somethin' on your mind?" You asked, moving back to sit where you were on the floor prior to Rick's appearance. Watching as he moved to sit beside you. "Yeah, I do, actually." You kept quiet, hoping that he would continue what he had to say.

Rick didn't even know how to word what he wanted to say to you, though. His hands playing with your hat that was now in his lap. His legs were outstretched as his back leaned against the wall. "I uh..." You frowned, worrying that maybe you did something wrong. Maybe he asked around and figure out what the hat rule was, he wasn't stupid. He was far from it. "Look, if this is about that stupid hat. Yours is over there," you pointed off to the side, Rick following your finger. Spotting his hat which lay neatly on top of the book you had been reading. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you spoke, and Rick smiled. He chuckled, and you didn't know how to take it.

He turned a little. He looked over at you with a grin, thankful the dim lights hid the blush that crept up his neck. "They told me what it meant," you felt your stomach sink, frown growing a little. You were conflicted with the look he was giving you and his tone of voice, and he could tell. Shaking his head while reaching out to place his hand on the side of your face. The action caused you to take in a sharp breath. "Is it true?" He asked, and you raised a brow. Trying to get him to carry on further. "If I wear the hat I gotta ride the cowboy?" He smirked, and you felt your own smirk grow. "Only if ya want to, Deputy."

Rick didn't give you or himself any time to think before he was pulling you in for a kiss. You were quick to deepen it, too. Your body shifted and your hands moved Rick so he was laying down on your makeshift bed. A soft sigh left his lips that bled into your mouth. He'd never expected that he'd wind up in this situation with another man. Not until you came into his life, and then it was all he could hope would happen.

Your hands were quick to roam his body, his own doing the same. Both of you seemed to have the same idea, too. Rick reached down to tug your shirt off, and you were doing the same to him. You leaned back, tugging your shirt over your head, and Rick couldn't help but stare. Even in the dimly lit tower, you were beautiful. "Hey," he pulled his eyes from your bare skin to look up at your eyes, propped up on his elbows. "Your turn, sugar," his hair seemed to stand on end at the pet name. Quick to work on his own shirt. Sitting up in order to pull it over his head.

The two of you shared a look for a moment or two. Your eyes leaving Ricks in order to trail down Rick's chest, your hands following your gaze. "Mr Grimes, I've seen ya God knows how many times shirtless," you muttered, pressing him back down. Leaning over so your lips could come down to meet his chest. "And I don't think I'll ever get used to the sight," your words made him smile, a soft snicker leaving his throat. "Yeah? How d'ya think I feel? Today out in the garden," his hips bucked, a groan leaving his throat when your hand came down to palm him through his jeans and you bit down on his left peck. "Shit," he muttered, "Wanted to fuck ya against the wall," he growled, and you snickered. "Now now, Rick, the rules are you ride the cowboy, and," you kissed over his stomach, "from your position. I don't think it'll be too hard gettin' ya in that position." He rolled his eyes with a huff. He didn't argue though, he just needed some sort of release.

The lower your lips got the antsier Rick seemed to get. Soft huffs left his throat each time you bit and sucked on his skin. Your fingers finally come to his belt loop. Undoing his gun holster at a pace that had him wanting to scream and pull his hair out. He didn't think you could move any slower. It was near agonizing.

Ricks hands had other ideas, though. Reaching down to your own belt loop. The frustrated groan that he let out when you grabbed at his wrists only made your smirk grow. "Now, now, City Boy, we gotta learn manners now, do we?" You hummed, pinning his wrists above his head while leaning back up so your face was above his. Your hips rolling down to press firmly against his own. Biting back a moan that threatened to spill from your lips. Rick, on the other hand, let his own moan spill from his mouth. Even throwing his head back in the process. A chuckle leaving your throat as you leant down to kiss on the side of his throat.

You licked beside his Adams Apple, Rick humming softly at the warm feeling. "What does Mr. Grimes want, huh?" You asked, and Rick let out another sigh. His hips tried to roll up to get any more friction that he could from you, but you were quick to pull your hips back. Rick let out a whine this time. A whine. This was new, and not at all what you expected. "Oh, Ricky boy, I might have to give ya a little something just for that," your voice was dripping with pride. You were bringing the leader of your group into a writhing whining mess. He was practically putty in your hands, definitely not what you expected from the man below you.

"Fuck, just do it," he strained when your hands came down to his belt. "Do what, Rick, I gotta hear ya say it." You cooed, undoing his belt while you waited for him to muster up his words. "Goddammit, just fuck me already!" He nearly shouted, and your eyes shot up to his with shock. A smile slowly creeping up on your face. You weren't gonna lie, it turned you on hearing him so needy for you. "Well, any other guy I'd say no for not sayin' please," you sighed, letting go of his wrists in order to sit up and undo your own belt this time. Motioning for Rick to take his pants off as well. "I like you, though. So I'll give you a freebie." He shuddered once more when you winked down at him.

Something about you towering over him with that look on your face while you got yourself out of your pants had him drooling. Once he got his clothes and boots off, and was completely bare before you. He had no idea what to do. "Well, ya still wanna ride?" You asked, and you saw the hesitant look in Rick's eyes. Smirk falling as you shifted back forward and kneeled between his legs. Your hands reaching out in order to hold his shoulders. "Hey," he looked back up at you when you spoke. "You've never done this... With a guy, have ya?" He shook his head, a soft and shaky 'no' falling from his lips. "I'll guide ya through it. If you wanna stop, just say," you looked around the tower in search of something to say, pursing your lips. "Hat, alright? Just say hat and I'll stop. That'll be our safe word, how 'bout that?" He nodded, smiling softly. "All right, that sounds good," he chuckled, and so did you as well.

He sat there for a moment longer, and so did you. It wasn't until he realized how painfully hard he was again that he finally broke the silence. "Well," He muttered, glancing down at your dick. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. "What do I?" "I can help ya, Rick, just lay back. I'll take care of you." You hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips before leaning forward to grab a bottle of lube from beside your book as well. You had found it a few weeks ago on a supply run and grabbed it just in case. You nearly left it behind, god, you were glad you hadn't.

Rick did just as he was told. Shifting a little uncomfortable. He was nervous, to say the least. What if the only reason he thought he wanted this was that he was still partially grieving the loss of his wife - ex-wife. That couldn't be, though. He'd started liking you well before Lori had died. Probably when he first saw you interact with Carl. Back after you all fled the camp by the quarry. Something about it just made his heart melt. Seeing how well you treated his boy. The feelings only grew stronger from there. The lingering touches, the looks, the flirtatious words, it was all so much.

He let out a gasp when you yanked him further up your thighs by his legs. A smirk on your lips. "Ya still with me?" Rick nodded, "Yeah, sorry, just thinkin'" You tilted your head, squirting some of the lube on your fingers. Rubbing it together and Rick watched with needy eyes. "About what?" You asked, genuinely curious, "about how much I've wanted this," you looked up at him with a soft smile. Leaning down to press a kiss to his lips again. "Well, I'll try not to disappoint."

Before Rick could say anything back, your finger was circling his entrance. His eyebrows furrowed at the sensation. It was certainly a new feeling. "Am I good to go?" You asked, and he nodded, kissing your shoulder with a soft sigh. "Ready as ever, cowboy." You smiled at that, your index finger pressing inside of him. The intrusion made his body flinch a little. His hands clinging onto you at the new and foreign feeling. You shushed him by kissing on his neck and shoulders. Muttering soft and sweet nothings in his ear as you continued your work. Curling your finger, and smirking when a soft moan left his lips when your finger brushed his prostate.

You continued to add another finger. Stretching him out until you could add a third. It wasn't long before Rick was trying to rock himself down onto you. Soft pants and huffs left the man's lips. "Please," he muttered against your lips, "Please, let me try," he muttered. You knew what he meant, and didn't try to get him to properly ask. "Ya sure?" he nodded, "Gotta repay you for lettin' me wear yer hat," he slurred, voice dripping with lust and want. You only chuckled, giving a soft all right before pulling your fingers out from him. Rick winced at the feeling of emptiness. God, it was uncomfortable, but it had to be worth it.

You rolled onto your back, Rick throwing a leg over you in order to straddle your lap. He felt nervous again but chased the feelings away. It was so hard not to be anxious when he'd never done this, though. Plus, the stupid smirk on your face that always had his body acting in ways he couldn't control.

When you reached for the tub he was quick to take it from you. Your eyes watching with a lustful gaze. "Let me," you nodded, letting your hands rest on his hips. Stroking up an down.

His hand caught the lube. Tossing the bottle to the side, rubbing the gel in his hand before reaching down for your cock. A hiss left your lips when he gripped you. His hand gave you a few slow strokes, thumb brushing against your tip. It had you letting out the softest of moans. Rick eating up every sound that you let out. He wanted so badly to hear more of that, too.

It wasn't long before he was positioning himself over top of you, and sinking down on you. He winced, trying his best not to scream out at the intrusion. This was a lot different than fingers. His body folded forward, face buried in the side of your neck. You were rubbing at his back, trying to ease the tension in his body. Muttering soft words against his shoulder in order to help him relax. "Shit," Rick muttered, his lips brushing the side of your neck. Panting against your skin.

Once he felt his body relax, Jesus, nothing could prepare you for the feelings you felt. He started off slow, rocking back and forth. Getting a feel of what you had to offer. Soft noises left the both of your lips. Then he actually started moving up and down. Hips bouncing against you. "Holy hell, Rick," you breathed out, and that only spurred him to move faster. His hands holding at your chest in order to lean forward and get just the right angle. A moan ripping from his chest when your hips began thrusting up in order to meet his pace.

When you started stroking him, he was done for. Grunt and moans fell from his lips while he repeated your name like a prayer. Dull nails dug into your chest while you jerked him off as he rode you. "I'm gonna," he muttered, and you nodded, reaching up to cup the side of his face. Bringing his head down to pull him in for a kiss. "Cum for me, Rick," you muttered against his lips, and he nodded. A groan ripped from his chest as his thighs began to burn with each roll and bounce they gave. One final tug and he was coming undone against you. His seed spilled out onto your stomach and chest.

You were quick to flip him over, hips slamming in and out of him in order to reach or own release. You were already close, and Rick's orgasm only brought you closer. The way he moaned your name into your mouth and clung to your body. Even in your best and favorite fantasies, you never imagined something as amazing as that. Hips finally stuttered as you pulled out to finish on the other's stomach. A moan of his name and a follow of curses leaving your own mouth.

Once you fell onto your back next to him. After cleaning the both of you off with a rag you were using to keep cool on the back of your neck with water. You furrowed your brow. Rick was laughing softly to himself. It was a tired and faint laugh, but with the small tower, and the close proximity. You could hear it just fine. "What?" You questioned, reaching over to brush some of the man's hair from his forehead. Propping yourself on your elbow in order to look at him better. Noticing a few hickeys you had left on the mans chest and shoulders. "I told Maggie and Daryl I was jus' coming' up here to talk to you about the hat thing." He chuckled, reaching up to cup the side of your face. Smiling when you turned your face to kiss his palm. "Yeah?" He nodded, "Yeah, I don't think they thought I was gonna go through with it." He snickered, and you smiled faintly.

"Well, do you regret it?" He furrowed his brow. "Hell no, might have to make you steal my hat so we can try it the other way 'round next time." He snickered, and you snickered back. "We'll see about that, Sheriff." You sighed, laying back down. Pulling a blanket over your torsos while pulling him close. "How 'bout you rest. We got some crops to water in the morn'..." You hummed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Hmm, if we even wanna get up." You snickered, "Well, if you don't I will. I ain't lettin' the people starve because you decide to sleep in." He sighed, he couldn't argue with that. Smiling softly to himself before turning to wrap his arms tight around you. Pulling you in for a final kiss before bidding his goodnight.

[uhzuku]

You want Katboy Katsuki!? Here. Twist my arm why don't you? /j

IDK how you want your prompts. I found no prompt list so I made my own prompt.

Gimme Katboy Katsuki that was abandoned by a neighbor - like the neighbor moved without him - and you let the angry little bastard in and he just makes himself at home and bites anyone who has anything mean to say about or to you.

we ain’t talkin abt how this is 1.6k

the rain was cold and wet, and katsuki’s nose twitched from under the eaves of the roof as he watched little puddles flood the backyard. his tail, usually so thick and fluffy and beautiful, was soaked in rainwater and mud, and no amount of grooming could get it all out. his hair was matted flat to his head with the same stuff, and the burning behind his eyes was the telltale sign that he was about to cry again. it was so stupid to cry over this, though. katsuki didn’t need them! just like they apparently didn’t need katsuki — they wouldn’t have left him here if they had. that being said, and though he’d never admit it, katsuki had cried in the last week or so more than he cared to admit. 

his family had put him in the backyard and then left five whole days ago; they’d not left him with any food, and katsuki was hungry. he’d not had water either, which was why when the rain had started three days ago ( two days into their ‘vacation’ that he hoped was fucking worth it considering the chewing-out he was gonna give them when they got back ) he’d initially been excited, even if it had messed up his typically pristine hair and  fur. he’d drank so much that his stomach had ached for hours, and then he’d fallen asleep only to wake up to thunder and no family. afterwards he stayed on the back patio, staring at the endless rain while curled up into a shivering ball, tears pricking at his eyes. 

it hadn’t been until he fell into a tearful sleep last night that he actually realized they weren’t coming back. not for him, at least. 

katsuki didn’t understand what he’d done wrong; was it because he was loud? maybe because he’d gently smacked at the eight year old when she yanked his tail? maybe he was on the couch too much — or maybe he just… wasn’t good enough to keep. maybe all those things he’d told the green furred hybrid he’d grown up with had been more like him instead: unwanted, ugly, and all the even worse stuff. 

a soft hiccup forces itself up from his throat, and katsuki buries his face in his arms where he’d had them on his knees before his body begins to shake again. he didn’t understand. he’d tried — he’d tried so hard to be good. 

his best just wasn’t good enough. 

his ears flick up when he hears a car pull up in the driveway next to his house, but then they flick down again. someone must just be turning around, no one lived in that house; it had been empty for the six years he’d been with his family after they adopted him when he was fourteen. a car door slams, and he jumps; why were they getting out? they should be going home. 

he can hear someone humming when they open a car door, can hear bags rustling and keys jingling, and he scoffs ( though its more of a shaky whimper ); his family had been gone so long that someone had moved into the house next door. 

another couple hours pass, katsuki just sitting underneath the porch as always, and nothing changes — until the back door to the next door patio opens, and the new owner comes out. he braves a peek, and his pupils dilate in interest; they were handsome, he noticed, and they were setting up patio furniture; they were lucky that theirs was enclosed by glass. 

katsuki wished his was enclosed by glass. 

a surprised gasp falls from their lips as he realizes that the new owner has seen him, and katsuki’s ears fall flat and he scrambles back. this doesn’t stop the person from coming forward ( even ignoring the rain ) and reaching a hand out, softly whispering and pspsps-ing — were they talking to him?

“-suki…”

katsuki hesitantly moves their way, his body trembling from the cold. were they trustworthy? his last family had just left him here, even though he was a good boy. 

“-tsuki-?”

he was a good boy… wasn’t he?

“katsuki!” katsuki jolts awake, his heart racing. a warm hand is on his arm, and an equally warm, bare chest is pressed to his back. quick, deep inhales of the scents around him calm his panicked heart, and he relaxes into the couch. everything is okay; you were the one calling his name, he was at home and warm, he’d been with you for ten years since you’d coaxed him out of his old backyard, he spent everybday with you either at home or at the bakery, and he was loved.  “shhh, katsuki — it was just a bad dream, you’re okay,” you murmured, and a purr rumbles in the back of his throat as he curls back up against your thigh where the two of you were stretched out on the sectional. 

mmm… mine, he thinks happily, his hands fisting and unfisting around the hem of your shirt as eases back into the formerly peaceful nap he’d been having before the bad memory had set in. his purrs get louder as he feels you tucking his favorite fluffy blanket around him and as the tv plays one of his favorite naptime shows in the background. he hears you chuckle, and smiles. as always, life was perfect. 

at least until another set of keys jangled in the lock and your stupid boyfriend ( who had the only other set ) came home. 

a soft gasp of excitement falls from your lips, and katsuki can practically feel you smiling. “hey babe; good day at work?”

“could have been better,” the stupid blond bastard replies with a sigh, “but it’s good to be home — i’m gonna shower real quick, okay? then we can order in and watch a movie if you want.”

“i’d love that, now go wash your ass,” katsuki hears you tease, and the laugh and brief conversation it earns makes him frown. 

“only if you eat it later!” your boyfriend teases, and katsuki’s lips pull back from his teeth in a silent snarl. 

“don’t be fucking gross! wash your fucking asshole!” you shriek through a laugh, and you toss a pillow cushion at him. katsuki hears him dodge and laugh again. 

“i do! i’m not one of your tiktok boys!” he retorts playfully, disappearing into the bedroom but leaving the door open to hear your response. 

“i don’t have tiktok boys!” you say, and katsuki then hears keigo walk out — no doubt naked — and into the bathroom across the hall; he didn’t like getting ‘work crust’ as he called it in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. 

he starts singing loudly and off-key, and katsuki can feel you holding back laughter. he was so annoying. 

you’d started dating keigo takami five years back, and keigo was, by all means, a good boyfriend. he was kind and gentle with you, responsive to your feelings and respectful to you to no end. he took you on thoughtful dates and kissed you gently and told you he loved you. he knew your favorite foods and music and colors, and occasionally he’d bring you little trinkets he found that made him think of you. he’d never yelled at you, not even once — whenever he was upset, he’d communicate how he felt and when you were upset he’d listen to whatever you had to say without interrupting. he has  a car and a steady, well-paying job and his hefty paycheck goes into a shared bank account so you both could pay the bills and live a cushy, comfortable life. his family wasn’t a problem ( he’d completely cut contact with them four years ago ) and his friends weren’t complete douchebags — honestly? he was a real catch, and a decent guy. 

katsuki hated him. 

he’d been sort-of okay at first, only hanging around sometimes, but then his visits got more and more frequent — and then he never fucking left. suddenly katsuki’s spot in the bed was taken up by this stupid blond man with pretty eyes and hair and katsuki had to sleep either in his napping spot or in the bedroom you’d set up for him, and it wasn’t fair. you were his, katsuki didn’t want to share, and katsuki made that very known. keigo knew katsuki didn’t like him, but he’d stuck around anyway, and it infuriated katsuki to no end. it was like keigo didn’t view him as competition at all — but katsuki would show him. one day he would be gone, and katsuki would still be here. 

keigo comes out later, toweling his hair dry as he walks back to the bedroom, his ass on display. katsuki hears you chuckle again, and then suddenly keigo is crawling onto the couch in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, pressing into your side and sighing at the feeling. katsuki grumbles lowly, and then jumps back when he feels a heavy hand on his head; keigo’s petting him, and that’s not allowed — only you can pet him. not keigo. 

katsuki claws at the man, making him yank his hand back and you sit up between them. “katsuki, no. we’ve talked about you being aggressive with keigo, and you know that’s not allowed. do it again tonight and you’ll be in big trouble — i mean it.”

katsuki pulls away from you, getting up and stalking off to his room even as you call him back in a significantly less-scolding tone. he closes the door hard, not quite a slam but still enough to get his point across, before locking it then flopping on the bed, curling up tightly. he hated keigo. and he missed when it was just the two of you. why did things have to change so much? he’d been good, so why had you chosen someone else?

his eyes sting, and he squeezes them shut. 

maybe things would be better in the morning when keigo had left for work.