cutoff-shirt

I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who can’t pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.

I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.

I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.

I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.

I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignified—even when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.

I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.

I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.

I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.

I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.

I want to see Demeter with the best garden you’ve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.

I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?

I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.

I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a women’s shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.

Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.

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PJO Character Posters: Will Solace 

“Will’s shaggy blond hair and pale blue eyes reminded Nico of Jason Grace, but the similarities ended there.

Jason was a fighter. You could tell from the intensity of his stare, his constant alertness, the coiledup energy in his frame. Will Solace was more like a lanky cat stretched out in the sunshine. His movements were relaxed and nonthreatening, his gaze soft and far away. In his faded SURF BARBADOS T-shirt, his cutoff shorts and flip-flops, he looked about as unaggressive as a demigod could get, but Nico knew he was brave under fire. During the Battle of Manhattan, Nico had seen him in action – the camp’s best combat medic, risking his life to save wounded campers.”

Nico|Percy

My Ultimate Weakness:

Cutoff Shirts….Specifically Black ones

Warning: Arm porn Ahead

The Usos

Pete Dunne

Angelico

Enzo, Cass & Finn

John Cena

Dolph Ziggler

TJ Perkins

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Apollo Crews

Corey Graves

Nick Miller/Mikey Nicholls

Shane Thorne/Shane Haste

Tye Dillinger

Adam Cole

Johnny Gargano

Kenny Omega

Mark Andrews

Tommaso Ciampa

Noam Dar

Roman Reigns

Baron Corbin

Cesaro

The Young Bucks

Zack Ryder

I like it when boys wear cutoffs.

Not the jock kind where it’s cut all the way to the bottom… why wear a shirt at that point? But the redneck/better way where pretty much all you can put through there is an arm. It looks so much better and if you’ve got nice arms, even better! 

A Girl Like You - Theo Raeken Imagine

Author’s Note: This is not a request. This is something I came up with on my own. Easton Corbin released a new single and I’m obsessed with it. I had it on repeat and eventually I had an idea for a Theo imagine for it. I hope y’all enjoy what I came up with. 

I do not own the lyrics to the song. All rights go to Easton Corbin.

Word Count: 1,365

Listen to this song: “A Girl Like You” by Easton Corbin

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by sterek-hale-obrosey

It was a typical Saturday night at Hillbilly’s in Nashville. Almost everyone in town was at the bar with a cold beer in their hand or line dancing on the dance floor as the live band played a little out of tune. Theo’s eyes scanned the crowded bar and noticed a guy trying too hard to get a girl’s attention, a couple of sleazy guys who had no chance of going home with any of the girls tonight, and a lot of friends and couples having a good time. He turned around and saw Y/N standing by the window, talking on the phone with one finger in her ear, trying to drown out the music. A smile tugged his lips as the neon light in the windowpane glowed and showed off all of his favorite features of hers. He knew he was lucky. There wasn’t a guy in this bar that had a girl like her.

Theo moved to Nashville shortly after graduation. He needed to escape the town where everyone knew the mistakes he made. Although it took a while for his friends to forgive him and gain his trust back, he needed to start somewhere completely new and fresh. Originally, he wasn’t planning on staying in Nashville. It was actually just a stop he made while traveling around the country to see what place felt right for him. The night he met Y/N was the night he knew he was meant to stay in Nashville.

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Forgive me father, for I have sinned. 

“Baby, I’m hooooome.” Lin was practically singing as you heard him shut the door. Wrapping the towel around your body tightly, you smiled to yourself, calling to him.
“I’m up here, Lin!” You teased, hearing his footsteps come ever-closer. Leaning against the open doorway to your post-shower steamy bathroom, you watched the shock of black hair move into your sightline. You could see his eyes light up when he saw you, slowing his pace until he had you pinned against the doorway, his fingers curled into your hips.
“And how’s my gorgeous wife today, hmm? Naked under that towel, are we?” He mused, taking the time to plant lingering kisses to your lips, jawline, neck… A freaking tease.
“Yes, sir.” You hummed, planting a kiss to his neck, squeaking in surprise as you felt your towel ripped away. Reaching quickly for the fallen cover, you found your wrists bound- captured in Lin’s. Pinning your arms to the frame above you, you could see every expanse of muscle in his arms- the cutoff shirt supplying you with a spectacular view.
“Uh-uh, why hide a beautiful body like yours, baby? Fuckin’ gorgeous.” A filthy grin appeared on his face as you feigned shock. You knew at that point you were headed for the bedroom at lightning speed.
Whining softly, you arched out your chest, longing to feel him, to have him touch you more. His lips traveled along your chest, simply dragging his lips along the skin. His touch was barely there and soon enough you found the expanse of your skin covered in goosebumps.
“Lin- oh, Please!” You moaned, squealing when you felt his teeth nip at the bottom of your breast.
“Bedroom… Please.” You breathed, watching his eyes light up at the prospect.
Soon enough you were on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard. The rope scratched at your wrists and you wriggled under your husband’s gaze as he admired his handiwork. He stepped away from the bed, and you watched, transfixed, as he peeled away his shirt, his skin so soft and glowing in the low light. His jeans were slipped away, along with socks, leaving him in some black boxer briefs, outline evident.
Pacing to the edge of the bed, his gaze slowly inched down your body. You found yourself holding in a breath while he bit at his lip, taking in your exposed form.
“Baby… How bad do you want this?” His voice was barely above a whisper. Ice-cold fingers met your skin between your breasts, taking an eternity as they dragged down, stopping shortly below your belly button as he waited. “Well?”
“Lin, sir, I want you so badly. Just take me already.” Your voice was whiny with desperation. Wriggling your hips, you attempted to bring his fingers closer to your heated core, but to no avail.
“Mmm, I think we better wait a while, boo.” A single finger trailed down your body as you shivered. He dipped a single digit to your core, running it along your slit as you let out a slight moan. “Oh, honey- you’re absolutely soaked.” He purred, lifting the single finger to his mouth, his tongue moving to lick a stripe up the side before slipping it into his mouth, cleaning the rest off quickly.
He was a fucking sight, with the wild red hair, those devilish eyes transfixed on you. The erection he had was more noticeable than ever, straining against the fabric.
“Touch me, please.” You breathed. Your body was in a frenzy, every last nerve on end as he just smirked, running the tips of his fingers along your sensitive skin, the goosebumps rising faster than ever. The touches swirled their way around each of your breasts, one at a time until your nipples peaked.
He was so close, but nothing would bring him closer and you reveled at every touch. By the time both his hands felt their way smoothly along your sides, you were nearly ready to peak, writhing under his touch as you moaned out his name. His hands travelled to your inner thighs, the touches light as ever, teasing the skin so close to where you wanted him.
Within an instant, your legs were spread completely, shaking slightly. You could feel yourself begin to sweat, nearly ready to burst when he began purring in your ear again, leaning over the side of the bed to whisper, his hot breath adding yet another sensation to your overwhelmed body.
“Shit, Honey… You look like you reaaaaally want me now.” His hand travelled to your core, but instead of relieving any pressure, he simply cupped your heat, a large hand hovering over just where you wanted him.
“Lin-Manuel, please… I’ll do anything, just let me cum, sir, please!” You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut. Trying to grind into his palm, you were met only with frustration, his skin always a slight bit away. Your hips tried every move in the book to reach him, arching desperately. Straining your wrists against the rope, you nearly began to cry. The sexual frustration was entirely too much, and you could stand being teased any longer.
“Y/n, baby, look at me- look at me.” Lin prompted, smiling at you as you flicked your eyes open, seeing those brown eyes blown with a lust the likes of which you hadn’t seen before. Quickly, he moved his hand to plunge a single finger within you, watching a vague sense of relief wash over your face as you whined, your body nearly vibrating as it attempted to gain friction.
As soon as the relief came, it left again, Lin withdrawing his finger. Through half-lidded eyes, you could see as he stripped off his boxers, climbing to position himself atop you. He rested single forearm for support, gripping his dripping erection with the other.
You felt your thighs tremble as he guided himself to your core, running his cock along your swollen clit. Every sensitive nerve hit before he began to tease your entrance, completely turned on as you let loose beneath him, on fire with the pleasure such a simple move brought you after teasing you nearly to the edge.
His cock glided in with ease, the full length filling you completely as you wrapped your legs around his body, knowing your finish was right around the corner. As soon as he began a slow rhythm, you became a complete moaning mess beneath him, screaming his name as your orgasm hit.
You found your legs trembling so hard they dropped away from his body as he continued. His speed picked up tremendously as you felt wave after wave of pleasure roll from you, your now extra-sensitive insides tingling as he worked. Chasing his own finish, he cursed, pounding in as hard and fast as he could go as you squealed beneath him. You tried snapping the restraints, wrists struggling so desperately to release themselves just to clutch at that wildlong hair dotted with sweat.
“Oh… Fuck, y/n!” Leaving himself buried deep inside of you, you knew he released. The face you knew all too well had completely morphed, the expression of pure pleasure and satisfaction contorting his features. He was panting hard as he released inside of you, keeping still as he collapsed, falling onto your chest.
Exhausted, you lay there for awhile, sweat-slicked skin sticking together as you cooled down, recovering. Through the haze in your mind, you managed to have a revelation, nearly screaming at the thought. You felt your heart kick up speed as your mind reeled.
“Lin! Lin! Get up!” Your voice was anxious as you attempted to sit up, wiggling on the soaked sheets. Snapped out of his daze, Lin jumped up, finally pulling out and rolling onto the floor with a dull thud, reaching around for his underwear.
“What is it?” His voice was groggy, as if he was unable to hide his confusion about your sudden alertness.
“Lin…” You were breathing shakily, pulling your weak knees beneath you to prop yourself up a bit. “Lin… I- I stopped taking my birth control a month ago and I know you didn’t use a condom just now.”
His eyes grew only a bit large as he stared up at you, jaw only going slightly slack as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I- well, I could go get a pill-” he stuttered, shaking his head before you cut him off.
“I’m ready, Lin. I’m finally ready… And if this doesn’t work out, we’ll try again.” You breathed shakily, letting out a nervous laugh. Biting your lip softly, you locked eyes with him, the both of you nearly amazed by the idea.
“I’m ready.” He grinned, leaning up from the floor to kiss you tenderly before realizing you were still tied up. Quickly undoing the knots, he wasted no time in pulling you to your feet, holding you close.
“We can do this. We can do this… And have fun trying.” He murmured softly, letting out a little huff of laughter as he planted sweet kisses to your hairline. “But first- another shower.”

Nico coming out to Hazel

Art + Fic because I’ve had this small fic sitting around in my drafts for awhile and felt like publishing it. Thanks to everyone who came to my stream!! Drawing this one was a lot of fun.

“Yeah, I uh…” Nico’s gaze was faraway, and he began to twist at the ring on his index finger. Nico sighed and looked away. “Forget it.”

Hazel stuck out her lower lip. “Nico, what’s been eating at you?” She murmured tenderly. Hazel took a step closer to her brother, and Nico shuffled his feet in response. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you disappearing again.” She blinked slowly, not looking away from Nico’s dark, hollow eyes. He wouldn’t meet Hazel’s gaze. “C'mon, sit down at least.” She reached out and gave a little tug to Nico’s wrist.

They sat down at the base of a tree and gazed out at Camp Half-Blood’s morning-bustling troopers. They were far enough away, though, that they couldn’t hear more than an occasional pegasus whinny from the stables or giggle of the naiads in the nearby lake. Nico stayed quiet, and the two siblings sat in silence, listening to the stream.

Hazel shuffled through the river rocks at their feet and handed Nico a smooth, flat one that. “Here, watch me.”

Nico tossed his gaze over at Hazel, then at the rock before taking it from her hands. He followed Hazel’s lead when she threw the stone into the river, except Nico managed to skipped his three times.

“If there’s… Something you want to talk about, I’m all ears.” Hazel spoke quietly.

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Kinky Gerard Smut ayeee

Gets cute at the end

Unedited as of now (didn’t even proofread lmaooo)

-swearing, deviant sexual acts, fuckin’ tease-

“Baby, I’m hooooome.” Gerard was practically singing as you heard him shut the door. Wrapping the towel around your body tightly, you smiled to yourself, calling to him.

“I’m up here, Gee!” You teased, hearing his footsteps come ever-closer. Leaning against the open doorway to your post-shower steamy bathroom, you watched the shock of red hair move into your sightline. You could see his eyes light up when he saw you, slowing his pace until he had you pinned against the doorway, his fingers curled into your hips.

“And how’s my gorgeous wife today, hmm? Naked under that towel, are we?” He mused, taking the time to plant lingering kisses to your lips, jawline, neck… A freaking tease.

“Yes, sir.” You hummed, planting a kiss to his neck, squeaking in surprise as you felt your towel ripped away. Reaching quickly for the fallen cover, you found your wrists bound- captured in Gerard’s grip. Pinning your arms to the frame above you, you could see every expanse of muscle in his arms- the cutoff shirt supplying you with a spectacular view.

“Uh-uh, why hide a beautiful body like yours, baby? Fuckin’ gorgeous.” A filthy grin appeared on his face as you feigned shock. You knew at that point you were headed for the bedroom at lightning speed.

Whining softly, you arched out your chest, longing to feel him, to have him touch you more. His lips traveled along your chest, simply dragging his lips along the skin. His touch was barely there and soon enough you found the expanse of your skin covered in goosebumps.

“Gee- oh, Please!” You moaned, squealing when you felt his teeth nip at the bottom of your breast.
“Bedroom… Please.” You breathed, watching his eyes light up at the prospect.

Soon enough you were on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard. The rope scratched at your wrists and you wriggled under your husband’s gaze as he admired his handiwork. He stepped away from the bed, and you watched, transfixed, as he peeled away his shirt, his skin so soft and glowing in the low light. His jeans were slipped away, along with socks, leaving him in some black boxer briefs, outline evident.

Pacing to the edge of the bed, his gaze slowly inched down your body. You found yourself holding in a breath while he bit at his lip, taking in your exposed form.

“Baby… How bad do you want this?” His voice was barely above a whisper. Ice-cold fingers met your skin between your breasts, taking an eternity as they dragged down, stopping shortly below your belly button as he waited. “Well?”

“Gee, baby, I want you so fuckin’ bad. Just take me already, babe.” Your voice was whiny with desperation. Wriggling your hips, you attempted to bring his fingers closer to your heated core, but to no avail.

“Mmm, I think we better wait a while, babe.” A single finger trailed down your body as you shivered. He dipped a single digit to your core, running it along your slit as you let out a slight moan. “Oh, honey- you’re absolutely soaked.” He purred, lifting the single finger to his mouth, his tongue moving to lick a stripe up the side before slipping it into his mouth, cleaning the rest off quickly.

He was a fucking sight, with the wild red hair, those devilish eyes transfixed on you. The erection he had was more noticeable than ever, straining against the fabric.

“Touch me, Gee.” You breathed. Your body was in a frenzy, every last nerve on end as he just smirked, running the tips of his fingers along your sensitive skin, the goosebumps rising faster than ever. The touches swirled their way around each of your breasts, one at a time until your nipples peaked.

He was so close, but nothing would bring him closer and you reveled at every touch. By the time both his hands felt their way smoothly along your sides, you were nearly ready to peak, writhing under his touch as you moaned out his name. His hands travelled to your inner thighs, the touches light as ever, teasing the skin so close to where you wanted him.

Within an instant, your legs were spread completely, shaking slightly. You could feel yourself begin to sweat, nearly ready to burst when he began purring in your ear again, leaning over the side of the bed to whisper, his hot breath adding yet another sensation to your overwhelmed body.

“Shit, Honey… You look like you reaaaaally want me now.” His hand travelled to your core, but instead of relieving any pressure, he simply cupped your heat, a large hand hovering over just where you wanted him.

“Gerard, please… I’ll do anything, just let me cum, baby, please!” You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut. Trying to grind into his palm, you were met only with frustration, his skin always a slight bit away. Your hips tried every move in the book to reach him, arching desperately. Straining your wrists against the rope, you nearly began to cry. The sexual frustration was entirely too much, and you could stand being teased any longer.

“Y/n, baby, look at me- look at me.” Gee prompted, smiling at you as you flicked your eyes open, seeing those hazel eyes blown with a lust the likes of which you hadn’t seen before. Quickly, he moved his hand to plunge a single finger within you, watching a vague sense of relief wash over your face as you whined, your body nearly vibrating as it attempted to gain friction.

As soon as the relief came, it left again, Gerard withdrawing his finger. Through half-lidded eyes, you could see as he stripped off his boxers, climbing to position himself atop you. He rested single forearm for support, gripping his dripping erection with the other.

You felt your thighs tremble as he guided himself to your core, running his cock along your swollen clit. Every sensitive nerve hit before he began to tease your entrance, completely turned on as you let loose beneath him, on fire with the pleasure such a simple move brought you after teasing you nearly to the edge.

His cock glided in with ease, the full length filling you completely as you wrapped your legs around his body, knowing your finish was right around the corner. As soon as he began a slow rhythm, you became a complete moaning mess beneath him, screaming his name as your orgasm hit.

You found your legs trembling so hard they dropped away from his body as he continued. His speed picked up tremendously as you felt wave after wave of pleasure roll from you, your now extra-sensitive insides tingling as he worked. Chasing his own finish, he cursed, pounding in as hard and fast as he could go as you squealed beneath him. You tried snapping the restraints, wrists struggling so desperately to release themselves just to clutch at that wild red hair dotted with sweat.

“Oh… Fuck, y/n!” Leaving himself buried deep inside of you, you knew he released. The face you knew all too well had completely morphed, the expression of pure pleasure and satisfaction contorting his features. He was panting hard as he released inside of you, keeping still as he collapsed, falling onto your chest.

Exhausted from the bout, you lay there for awhile, sweat-slicked skin sticking together as you cooled down, recovering. Through the haze in your mind, you managed to have a revelation, nearly screaming at the thought. You felt your heart kick up speed as your mind reeled.

“Gerard! Gee! Get up!” Your voice was anxious as you attempted to sit up, wiggling on the soaked sheets. Snapped out of his daze, Gerard jumped up, finally pulling out and rolling onto the floor with a dull thud, reaching around for his underwear.

“What is it?” His voice was groggy, as if he was unable to hide his confusion about your sudden alertness.

“Gee…” You were breathing shakily, pulling your weak knees beneath you to prop yourself up a bit. “Gee… I- I stopped taking my birth control a month ago and I know you didn’t use a condom just now.”

His eyes grew only a bit large as he stared up at you, jaw only going slightly slack as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I- well, I could go get a pill-” he stuttered, shaking his head before you cut him off.

“I’m ready, Gee. I’m finally ready… And if this doesn’t work out, we’ll try again.” You breathed shakily, letting out a nervous laugh. Biting your lip softly, you locked eyes with Gerard, the both of you nearly amazed by the idea.

“I’m ready.” He grinned, leaning up from the floor to kiss you tenderly before realizing you were still tied up. Quickly undoing the knots, he wasted no time in pulling you to your feet, holding you close.

“We can do this. We can do this… And have fun trying.” He murmured softly, letting out a little huff of laughter as he planted sweet kisses to your hairline. “But first- another shower.”

// Will Solace, son of Apollo //

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“Will’s shaggy blond hair and pale blue eyes reminded Nico of Jason Grace, but the similarities ended there.
Jason was a fighter. You could tell from the intensity of his stare, his constant alertness, the coiled-up energy in his frame. Will Solace was more like a lanky cat stretched out in the sunshine. His movements were relaxed and nonthreatening, his gaze soft and far away. In his faded SURF BARBADOS T-shirt, his cutoff shorts and flip-flops, he looked about as unaggressive as a demigod could get, but Nico knew he was brave under fire. During the Battle of Manhattan, Nico had seen him in action – the camp’s best combat medic, risking his life to save wounded campers.”
For Everyone To See

Written for @spectaculacular-sammy Birthday Challenge!

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3542

Warnings: public sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (Sam on Reader), brief fingering, no condom (reader is on the pill)

It’s 8:04 on a Saturday, and so far, all you’ve done is lie in bed and read The Monstrumologist for the third time that month. Dean’s abandoned you in search of food and someone to curb his sexual appetite.

You don’t really care about where Sam is at this point. The soulless beast – yes, you call him a beast – is nowhere to be found, and you don’t really feel like texting or calling his cell. He doesn’t answer anyway, or if he does, his tone is tense and angry.

There’s already enough negativity in your life, you don’t need the man you love being rough with you like that.

You need him being rough in another way.

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fratboy!luke

a/n: basically there is never enough fratboy!5sos so here I am contributing to this movement. i’m trying to get back into writing so feedback is highly appreciated to help me improve and give you the stories you guys want to read!  let me know if you want more of this because I’m thinking of making it a series…anyways enjoy

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Alpha Kappa Psi. You’d only been on the college campus for a few days now, but you’d already heard the name being tossed around by just about everybody you’d met. They were all talking about who was going to the fraternity’s “kick off the school year, goodbye summer!” party on Sunday. Even your roommate Mae was talking about it, how excited she was to finally meet some cute fraternity boys. According to those you’d talked to, Alpha Kappa Psi was not only well known for being home to some of the most competitive business majors at the university, it was also notorious for throwing the best parties.

Still, you were hesitant to go. It’s not that parties weren’t your thing. It’s just that, the idea of showing up to your first day of classes tired or potentially hungover was not the most appealing. And you didn’t really fancy the idea of grinding up against drunk, horny frat boys all night. Not to be pre-judgemental but they didn’t seem like the most respecting of types. You’d have to be careful.

However, after some careful persuasion on behalf of your roommate, you found yourself walking up the the front door of a very large, very daunting house that particular Sunday night. The party was already in full swing by the time you and Mae arrived. People were standing outside on the wrap around porch, drinking beer out of plastic cups, a few people were even passed out on the front lawn already. Music was blaring through the open windows and doors, the bass nearly making the house shake. Carefully stepping around a couple of boys sitting on the front steps, you managed to make it inside.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Shirtless Adrien and Marinette trying to handle it. ;)

Not quiiiiite shirtless. But teasing is almost worse, isn’t it? ;)

She’d grown up in and around the bakery, and it wasn’t unusual to spend a large part of her weekend with Alya there, both inside helping and sitting at the tables outside, working on whatever their respective projects happened to be. It was rather unusual for Alya to insist on a different café terrace, but far be it from Marinette to argue when her parents had such a massive order coming up. Too many cooks in the kitchen was a recipe for disaster.

So they sat on the terrace of a small café, Marinette laughing as Alya elaborated on her most recent blog post. Marinette got up for a new coffee, leaving Alya at the table alone for a few minutes.

“Nino said he and Adrien are out for a run, mind if they swing by?” Alya winked, smiling slyly.

Marinette sighed. “You told them we’re here, didn’t you?”

Alya giggled. “I might have.”

Marinette slumped in her seat. “Whyyyy?”

“Why not?” She gave her friend a gentle kick under the table.

“Alya? There she is, hey Alya!” The voice beyond the terrace wasn’t unexpected, but Marinette flinched nonetheless. She turned to find Nino and Adrien, hair sweat-slicked and…

She nearly squeaked and turned back to Alya with a desperate expression. While Nino wore a cutoff shirt and strapped his glasses on with a sport tie, Adrien had opted to wear a loose tank top, one that showed the planes of his chest. Sweat made it cling to him, he might as well have not been wearing a shirt at all.

Nino elbowed him and made a face. “Man, wipe your face, you’re gross.” Adrien laughed and pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat dripping from his face. The flash of skin, toned stomach, the lines of muscle whipcording along the side of his ribs, her mind went straight to the gutter.

Marinette looked away, her face suddenly on fire. Not figuratively on fire. Actually on fire. It had to be. The heat in her face was bad enough, she felt like she must have spontaneously combusted.

Nino and Alya went back and forth in a verbal dance that had become typical for them. “Can’t stop long, thought I might swing by though. Any chance you’re available tonight?”

“Oh no! Speaking of tonight, I told my parents I’d help with an order they have tonight, catering!” Marinette rose, hurriedly packing her notebook. “Sorry, but I’ve got to dash!”

She made an escape, but stopped two blocks away to whine under her breath. “Oh nooo…”