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     “I was just making sure you were okay.” Winter shrugged off her own backpack and plopped next to Harlow with a huff. She extended her jumbo travel mug towards the other girl in offering. “Here. Black coffee. I’m basically running on coffee and bananas right now. I’m absolutely panicking about the pathology exam coming up. I’ve spent every waking hour with my head in a book but it feels like I’m going nowhere.”

Harlow found her way into a coffee shop and dropped her books upon the table before her. Pre-Med was far from a joke and she could feel her energy waver after having forced herself to study all night for an exam. Now, as she found herself settled into the couch, she felt her eyelids get heavier. Only when a noise startled her, she jumped up and peer at the individual who stood close enough she worried she’d mistakenly taken their seat. “Sorry, were you sitting here?”

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     Rosemary is minding her own business. She’s thumbing through a book on the history of gender roles --- how fucking toxic --- when she hears the voice of a girl, barking about the mindless minutia of sorority life. They’re all about ‘sisterhood’ and ‘togetherness,’ but all in all, sororities are bullshit and elitist and make girls feel terrible about themselves. She didn’t realize their eyes had caught until the girl yelped at her, and Rosemary scoffed. “Wash the sheets, what’s the big deal? Let people fuck.” There’s nothing confrontational in her tone. Rosemary doesn’t need to start a fight here, but there are bigger problems in this world than two people expressing their sexuality.

    ’  i  can’t  believe  that  i  caught  a  pledge  banging  someone  in  my  room  ,  ’  jani  is  ranting  into  the  phone  ,  a  blush  still  staining  her  cheeks  .  ’  and  they  didn’t  even  stop  fucking  !  they  just  kept  going  ,  even  though  the  girl  stared  me  straight  in  the  eye  .  why  don’t  they  respect  me  ?  ’  the  last  word  is  lamented  out  before  she  ends  the  call  as  she  catches  the  eye  of  someone  near  by  .  ’  do  you  mind  ?  ’  and  her  tone  leaves  something  to  be  desired  .

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inchrge‌:

            BY  THE  LOOK  DRAPED  over  his  rugged  features,  it  is  easy  to  tell  he  likes  that  answer.  he’s  been  told  before  that  he’s  intimidating  (  something  about  his  cold  attitude  or  how  he  looks  like  he  could  BREAK  someone  in  half  with  his  hands  )  but  he's  enjoying  her  honesty.   ‘   is  that  right  ?  i'm  not  nearly  as  intimidating  as  some  would  think,  love   ’   to  prove  exactly  that,  he  stands  from  his  chair  and  moves  towards  her,  cornering  her  to  his  EMPTY  desk.  his  large  frame  towers  over  her  own,  a  ghost  of  a  smirk  on  his  lips.  his  hand  cups  her  cheek  tenderly,  brushing  the  pad  of  his  thumb  across  her  cheekbone.  only  then  does  their  blatant  size  difference  dawns  on  him.  he  wonders  for  a  second  if  she’d  even  be  able  to  TAKE  HIM.   ‘   i’m  not  making  you  nervous  now,  am  i  ?   ’ 

     The girl is trying not to wear her arousal on her sleeve. She’s trying to play it cool. But this professor is way too intense and Clementine is only human after all. He says he’s not intimidating but he gets close, very close, and Clem sinks down against the desk, breath hitching as he lifts a hand to her cheek. “Oh my god...” She whispers the words, cheek turning in, accepting the touch and begging for more. “It’s not...nerves.” And it’s not. Not really. It’s something more than that, something where her nerve-endings are on alert and she’s lost in the way he’s standing and the way he smells. The cigarette smoke on his breath and on his clothes, and she likes it, more than she should. She looks up at him and she’s doe-eyed, not good at asking for what she wants even when she’s sure she could get it. “You could rip me in half.”

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temptvticn‌:

feeling his lips crash against hers forced naomi to give in and return the quick peck. as he pulled back his entire demeanor had changed, he seemed much calmer now which meant she had to try as well, she was not getting anywhere if she remained in a bad mood. “i get it, it was not your fault so i guess for this time i can get it slide. but only ‘cause you got my favorites.” she added, looking down at the flowers and smiling before looking back up at him. “yeah i’m still down for dinner.”

     Hunter really did love Naomi. He sucked at showing it. It was fucking pathological. When they’d broken up, Hunter was an ideal boyfriend. He bought Naomi presents, took her to dinner, he never raised his voice. But when they were on, it was like a switch flipped. Hunter could be mean, he wasn’t afraid to square up to her. Maybe those on periods seemed too comfortable, but he did feel like Naomi wielded their relationship status like a weapon. Still, he answered, “Good. Come on.” He offered the crook of his arm to lead her to his truck, where he opened the door and held out his hand for her to use to climb in. “I got reservations off campus at Terrain.”

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screws‌:

perhaps  a  bitch  on  most  days   ,   but  deep  down  in  her  chest   ,   underneath  all  of  that  rubble  still  beats  a  soft  and  caring  heart .     next  to  studies   ,   her  friends  are  of  the  utmost  importance   – -   she  couldn’t  simply  leave  zeppelin  behind  in  the  state  she  was  in  last  night .     anything  could  have  happened  to  her  if  she  had.       ❛      girl   ,   i’ve  noticed .     so  talk  to  me   ,   let  it  out .     why  did  you  two  break  up  again  ?      ❜

     This isn’t her business to share, but Zeppelin is about to say fuck it and share anyway. Besides, “Lina, you cannot tell a fucking soul. And I swear to god, if you do, I’ll cut your clothes into pieces.” Zep pulls the pillow over her head so she doesn’t have to see Lina’s face underneath it. “Skylar started wanting these fucking...domination and submission things with other people, so...I fucked someone else.”

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allert0nmen‌:

Somehow Winter made those PJ shorts with her lace panties just peeking out of the top look sexier than the sort of lingerie Tyler’s usual conquests (which weren’t that frequent) littered his floor with.  All the way since he was first old enough to notice her as a young woman instead of as just another playmate he had thought she was stunning.  But with her face glistening from her short-lived mask and the evidence she wasn’t wearing any bra under the white tank top that covered her firm breasts he felt again so far beneath her. “Afraid so, may have to huddle in your shower in the meantime.  We can always double up to conserve the hot water,” he (half) joked from behind a boyish grin.

He turned when instructed, and kept his back to the embarrassed beauty until she gave him permission to look again.  When he did, Ty noticed her glancing at the bulge in his shorts, a discovery that made the breath catch in his throat and the exposed muscles of his torso flex with the kind of tension he did his best to deny around Winter. “It’s ok, Win,” he assured her, reaching to self-consciously tug up his clothing for as little good as it did. “You’ve seen me in less than this, after all.”  Not since childhood but the point stood.  As did what wasn’t spoken.  That she looked like a goddess on her bed.  Tyler tried to ignore the inconvenience of that present fact and diverted to the sentence she hadn’t fully finished as a distraction. “I’m what?”  His hands went to his half-exposed hips, accentuating the thick musculature of his biceps and shoulders as he did so. “Keeping you from your homework,” he tried to finish Winter’s thought as innocently as possible, giving them both a way out. “I’ll, uh …” he backed up towards the door. “I think I’m going to turn in early.  Big day tomorrow.”

     “Sweet dreams.” Winter wanted to curl into a ball and die. Tyler was her best friend and she was acting so ridiculous. She wasn’t sure where it was coming from, either. It’s not like they were together so she wasn’t living in sin, it’s not like they’d ever dated so she didn’t have the excuse of being an awkward next girlfriend, but she was suddenly feeling like a baby giraffe, trying to get her legs under her for the first time. Winter let Tyler go without much more of a comment, but as soon as he was out of the door, she groaned at her own petulance and awkwardness and turned to thrust her head into her pillow. Why didn’t she just scribble I Heart Tyler all over her journal for goodness sake?

     She tried to distract herself with homework. She plunged in, memorizing anatomy, but the different muscles on the skeleton in the textbook only made her think of Tyler’s abdomen and its perfect sculpture. With another frustrated noise, she pitched her book to the side. Winter pouted, hugging her knees into her chest, replaying the conversation they’d had to see where she would change things. Instead of fun talk, she would have said, ‘Sorry I looked at your dick.’ Fuck, no, that was worse. Before she could stop herself, Winter’s legs propelled her forward, into Tyler’s room, words speeding there before her body. “Hi, I just wanted to make sure you know I wasn’t---oh my god!” Doing a complete turn, facing Tyler’s door away from his bed, she attempted to give him some semblance of modesty from his very personal moment. Although she was turned away, she still covered her eyes tightly with her fingers, stammering. “I’m sorry, holy...I shouldn’t have just barged in. I don’t know why I did that, you could have been sleeping, or...doing that and I’m --- oh Tyler, I’m horrified, I’m sorry.”

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temptvticn‌:

“it sure did. as well as they always go, my love.” yael responded to her husband’s words, group sex was their favorite, seeing her husband please another was one of yael’s biggest turn ons. the male was perfection in every way and she had to share that with the world. when he began cleaning their place she followed his lead and picked up the now empty glasses from around the room. when he mentioned her orgasms a smirk was quick to appear across her features. “four actually. you missed the last one when you had that beautiful little blonde worshiping your cock right over there.” she said pointing at the chair she last recalled seeing him on. “i came so hard as i also watched you cum.” she admitted, continuing to pick things up.

     “I did marry a filthy girl, didn’t I?” Damien’s eyes were glittering with pride at that thought that Yael had been so brilliant and beautiful, that she’d been able to sneak in an orgasm when he wasn’t looking. He’d cum an innumerable number of times himself but he could feel the heat already rising again now that he had Yael all to himself. He pulled a blanket from the chair in their room to toss into the pile to be washed. “Care to make it five for you, neshama?” Hands now free, Damien crossed to his wife and threaded his fingers through her hair, still tangled, cupping her face. “You’re a vision, do you know that? Out of everything in this world that I love, I love you most of all.”

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havenxkennedy‌:

Haven was just teasing the woman, as she kept on sketching, and yet there was a sense of urgency in her pokes, prods, rubs and motions of her hand on the canvas as she kept on sketching. She said nothing as Prudence spoke about trying to finish up the sketching at hand, grinning at Haven as she said that, chuckling at the smudge she had on her face when she pulled a strand of hair from across her face. “Right.” Haven said, as she listened to the instruction at hand and acquiesced, as she spreads her legs apart by just a little, still keeping a rather natural pose for her to sketch. “This good enough for you?”

     Prudence loved translating thought and impulse into art. She was doing that now, working furiously as her eyes darting upwards, watching how Haven reacted. She did so in spectacular fashion, by parting her legs, and Pru leaned forward slightly to get a better view. Still, the girl was doing her best to give discretion, and the outline of Haven’s body was scarcely visible through shadow. “It looks like a black hole,” Prudence said, blunt. “Lift your skirt up a little bit so the light hits you better.”

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professormxnning‌:

Theo felt as if he’d swallowed gasoline. His insides burned, as if every lie he had ever told was itching to come to the surface, guilt he’d never let consume him before reared its ugly head in the face of Josephine’s crumbling reaction. Her biting remark of his reasoning lit the fuse and when his wife’s body broke, doubled over as if he’d physically raised his hand and struck her, the rest of his resolve went up in flames around the back of his eyeballs. 

Knowing his reaction would do nothing to help his wife, he rubbed the burning behind his eyes away and hoped his nerve lasted long enough to see this conversation through without resorting to a blubbering mess he caused. Some man he was. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her, flinched when the sob clawed it’s way through the fingers that covered her mouth, and when the silence came, he was ready for it. He worked on steadying his breathing, not willing to overstep by doing anything other than watching her until she spoke again. 

Her words moved through him, words he all but expected, but didn’t really understand the impact they would have. “I don’t want to be with her, Jose, I don’t-” his own voice as betraying him. His worst fears were coming to fruition right in front of him, and though she still didn’t look at him, he didn’t need to see her eyes to know the pain she was in. “Stop, just fucking stop, please,” he stood up, moving around the table to kneel in front of her on the couch. 

Theo grabbed for her hands, uncaring if she wanted him to or not. He would fight about this, take his punishment, but he didn’t want to lose her. “Josie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and he was. He was so sorry he could barely stand it, but in the heat of the moment he wasn’t sure if it was because she was threatening to leave him or if it was for the affair altogether. “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose us. I’m just starting to get you back, I-” He wanted to tell her how much he’d missed her over the last few years, but he didn’t because of the way she’d reacted to his explanation earlier. “I love you. Please tell me you know that.”

     She felt stupid and she felt weak and Josie didn’t know which one of those things she hated the most. The levee had broken and her tears were bursting through now, and though she told herself that she wanted to stop crying, willed herself to do so, she couldn’t. She understood what it was like to lust after someone. She’d done the same thing, and with a student, for fuck’s sake, but Josie hadn’t reached the point of no return and she hadn’t told Kyle she loved him, and that didn’t make Josie better than Theo but she didn’t feel unjustified in her grief at least.

     She also understood what it was like to fall in love with Theo. She knew how easy it could be to give in to his eyes and his smile. How nice his hair felt when you ran fingers through it. Maybe if Josie hadn’t been so stupid and forgotten, then Theo wouldn’t have forgotten about fidelity and wouldn’t have felt the need to pull away.

     Theo was suddenly right in front of her and although Josie’s hands were hard to pry away, she let him do so. She kept her head down for a while, sobs now whimpers, until she finally lifted her gaze to his. He was blurry through her tears, and Josie knew she looked ugly. Mascara was probably streaming down her cheeks, which were undoubtedly blotchy and red, and she couldn’t do anything but squint. She didn’t really want Theo to see her like this, she wanted to be angry and stubborn still, but he was cutting through all of that.

     “How can I know, Theo?” Her voice was barely audible, and the part that was was gravel. Her breath shuddered as she sucked one in, hard. “This is my fault. I fucked us up. It’s my fault.” She sat forward, hands slipping over his cheeks, thumbs running along the beard at his jaw. Fuck, how much she loved this beard. “I kept you out. I didn’t talk to you.” The tears were starting up again and Josie thought that there was a good chance Theo would file for divorce right after this conversation, just because of how stupid and pathetic she was.

     “You didn’t have another choice, really. I couldn’t have driven you into her arms any quicker if I’d chased you out of our bed with a taser. I hate myself so much for what I’ve done to us, and I hate myself for not being able to give you a baby. You’ve always been too good for me, Theo, and it’s about time you learned it, too.”

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hey all! it’s been a pretty crazy last few days at work, but i’m on and going to be getting back to replies! i’ll work through as many as i can (along with some replies to starters!) but please bear with me while i get my sea legs under me. i’ll try to distribute the love evenly through muns and characters, but it may take me a few days! i’ll likely hoard comments in bundles. you’re all the best! still don’t know what i did to deserve you.

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allert0nmen‌:

Tyler had paused only as long as it took, after climbing out of a freezing cold shower, to dry himself off and throw on a pair of baggy, knee-length basketball shorts.  They weighted down over his hips, well past the V of his adonis lines and well past the point of propriety but he hadn’t given that any thought around Winter, well, ever.  Padding on bare feet into her room, he shook some residual water out of his mussed blonde hair. “I swear to God if they don’t get the hot water fixed soon, I’ll …”  He stopped, both in his tracks just past her doorway and in his train of thought, derailed by the young woman who somehow made that face mask work in ways too sexy for his sheer shorts. “Fuck me,” he muttered, putting the emphasis on the wrong word, but recovered and turned around as she asked, hands up to protest innocence. “For what it’s worth, Win, I think you look great.  Umm … never quite understood those things and they seem like a torture device but that makes the first sexy kitten I’ve seen in my life.  Honest.”  And if the back of his shorts were down far enough for the top of his ass to be clearly discerned, well, he hadn’t had making himself look decent when he wandered in to complain about the water heater.

     “The water heater’s still broken?” Winter’s voice was pathetic, especially considering the fact that Tyler looked just like he did. She was, however, trying to sound casual and unaffected and not admit that she was starting to view this boy, the one she’d grown up with, so differently now. It had been a recent thing, though she’d certainly been aware that he was attractive before. Winter had been the only girl in her class without a schoolgirl crush on him, but maybe it had been because their union would have been so celebrated by the socialites back home. Winter never wanted to disappoint her parents --- if she wasn’t the best, nothing mattered --- but she had to get in her rebellion somehow. But it seemed as though she was playing right into their hands now. However, Winter had failed to mention that she and Tyler shared living quarters. Her parents would lose their minds.

     When Tyler turned away, Winter quickly pulled off the mask and patted in the extra moisture. Her skin was glistening now, dewy, as she said, “Okay, you can turn around now.” Winter also needed to not be tempted by the view of his Adonis ass. It was no better when he turned around. Her eyes darted down, then she made a sudden sound, and glanced fully away. “Sorry, whoop. No, that was...ha, my bad, that was definitely...wasn’t supposed to catch a glimpse.” It wasn’t even salacious, but Winter was acting like she’d caught him buck naked, or walked in on him with another girl (which she hated the idea of, for some reason that was beyond her). “Anyway I’m not sexy, you’re...” She cut herself off by balling up the discarded mask and tossing it in the waste bin next to her bed. “Welp, homework calls. Fun talk, I’ll call the landlord.”

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smallljoys‌:

she let him speak, but the bulge beneath his gym shorts were saying completely different. “how mad-fucking-hot would i look with my lips on that?” a finger pointed down to the same form that she had just been talking about, eyes glistening with the smallest hint of excitement. even though he was talking like he wanted to leave, his body language was telling her anything but. the blonde took a step forward, a hand reaching for his crotch. fingers began to rub against the fabric of his shorts, eyes watching as he grew beneath her touch. fingers traced against the waist of the same shorts, slowly pulling them down off of his body. as the shorts went down, so did she - a slender body stopping on her knees. “it’s so big,” she hummed in her signature sense of innocence. maybe the talk about older men had hit a nerve, so she might as well boost his ego when she could. blue eye stayed on his, yet her tongue flattened against his underwear - licking from the tip to the bottom. 

     There was a switch so fast that it made Hunter’s dead spin. He was going to protest, to rail at her, tell her she was a bitch or something, but all of the words died on his tongue the second she went for his jeans. Hunter moved quick to unbuckle his belt, tugging it loose quickly, watching Florida eagerly as she dropped down in front of him. His ego had taken a gut-punch and it was taking time for his body to catch up. Naomi’s insults landed on more eager ears (he was always ready to shut her the fuck up) but Florida was older. He didn’t know her like that, so it took her comment to start to move his head from his chest to his cock. “Yeah,” he said, wetting his lips. “I fucking know it is.” His cock was finally twitching to life, swelling at the image of her tongue against his boxer-briefs, length and girth impressive even without growth. His fingers fell to her hair and tangled in it, brushing it back from her forehead to get a better view of her. “So you do know how to be a good girl, that’s what you’re telling me.”

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temptvticn‌:

naomi often wondered why she kept giving hunter chances, she was not perfect in the slightest herself but hunter ? hunter was an absolute piece of shit, he often made her blood boil with his words and his actions. but none of that mattered ‘cause here she was once again. “you’re twenty minutes late, hunter, i was about to leave thinking you had fuckin’ ditched me again.” she expressed with a roll of her eyes. dropping her arms to her sides she approached him and took the flowers he had brought. “thanks i guess.” she said. peonies were her favorite so he at least remembered that, she thought to herself.

     Taking a chance when Naomi accepted the flowers, Hunter leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a soft, greeting kiss. When he stood again, his expression was soft. He’d somehow delayed the beast of annoyance at her admonishment and bought himself a second to cool down on her lips. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? But the guy had to go to the back to get the peonies and he was gone for fucking ever. Do I still get to take you to dinner or what?”

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screws‌:

❛      trust  me   ,   if  we  did  you  would’ve  remembered .      ❜      she  answers   ,   shamelessly  alluding  to  the  fact  that  she’s  great  in  between  the  sheets .     chin  rests  atop  folded  arms   ,    body  laying  along  the  length  of  zeppelin’s  dorm  room  bed  as  gaze  watches  her  prepare  a  joint .      ❛      see   ,   what  happened  was   ,   you  went  a  little  too  hard  at  the  party  last  night .     eventually  threw  up  and  passed  out   ,    so  i  brought  you  back  here  and  stayed  over .      ❜      although  she  wouldn’t  care  to  admit  it   ,   she  was  worried  then  for  multiple  reasons .     wanted  her  to  be  safe .

     “Holy fucking shit, you’re such a good friend.” Zeppelin doesn’t deserve someone as incredible as Lina, frankly, but she’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She finishes rolling the joint, but it’s somehow lost its flavor before the tip even hits her lips. “I haven’t been myself.” At least she’s showered since last night. Brushed her teeth. She uncurls and lays down in her bed next to Rosalina, turning to her side, fingers tracing Lina’s arm. “Look, this whole thing with Sky...I’m bugging out, okay? I’m really sorry. I’m a mess.”

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▲ go c r a z y with any

Winter & Theo say whaaaaaaat?

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inchrge‌:

         GOD,  SHE’S  ANNOYING.  a  fucking  brat,  if  he’s  ever  seen  one  but  it’s  nothing  a  firm  hand  like  his  cannot  fix.  he’s  not  about  to  stand  here  and  beg  for  crumbs  of  her  attention.  he’s  damanding  it,  he’s  not  ASKING  for  her  permission.  and  quite  frankly,  she’s  just  making  things  worse  for  herself  by  denying  him  and  even  daring  to  slap  his  hands.  jaw  clenches,  grip  NOT  QUITE  YET  letting  her  go.   ‘   yeah,  well.  i  wasn’t  asking,  princess   ’   he  replies,  removing  her  small  hand  from  his  wrist  before  he  starts  lowering  the  shirt  she's  wearing  so  her  tits  spill  out  from  the  fabric.  honestly,  why  does  she  even  BOTHER  wearing  clothes  around  him  ?   ‘   you  wanna  finish  your  essay  so  bad,  go  on.  finish  it,  i  don’t  care   ’   he  says,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  he’s  going  to  make  it  EASY  for  her  to  continue  with  her  studies  as  he  reaches  around  and  helps  himself  to  a  little  groping.

     “Fine, Daddy. I will.” Rosemary is biting back the desire she has to just give in. She wants to be stubborn for a little while longer. Get Colton nice and worked up. She forces herself to be casual as she leans over the table, though that presses her tits even further into his hands. Her nipples are hard and her cunt is getting wet, but she’s denying herself just for the tease of it all. She picks up her pen and writes. Salinger makes a singular mistake in his characterization of Holden Caufield. It feels like its own brand of punishment. But first, she has to earn Colton’s judgment. Holden Caufield is a dick who sticks his head where it doesn’t belong, just like Daddy.