Prompt request: what did Mulder and Scully do with the FBI credit card after the end of Hollywood AD? Not sure if you've done this already, I'm a new follower!
Hi new follower. Or maybe not so new as this prompt is like a week old? Two? Maybe you’ve left already… ANYWAY. Just a drabble after a week of no writing whatsoever. Set, of course, right after Hollywood AD.
“So Scully,” Mulder’s
shoulder bumped into Scully’s as they walked off the movie set, their bodies
unwilling to stay apart, “what do you want to do with the credit card?” He
grinned at her, lavish ideas sparkling in his eyes. Forgotten was the movie and
the lousy, insanely inadequate portrayal of the character loosely based on him.
“Hm,” she marveled,
taking his hand into hers again and inspecting it; she loved his hands. She
always had. Even back in the day when they were still young, still learning to
trust each other, she let him touch her. The small of her back, always a
favorite, her arm, her shoulder. Nowadays she preferred his hands lower, much
lower, where they knew exactly how to touch her, too, drive her insane with
“Scully?” He squeezed
her hand slightly and she shivered from his warmth, the strong touch around her
fingers; all of him.
“I want to do this,”
Mulder glanced at her; they were still at the Darryl Zanuck movie theater, just
standing there outside while people, mostly tourists, went by. “I want us to
walk through LA holding hands.”
“We don’t need a
credit card for that.” Scully couldn’t help but chuckle when disappointment
flickered over his face.
“I’m sure we’ll
think of something later on.” She whispered and leaned up to kiss his
mouth. But Mulder stopped her.
Scully turned and looked around. She was still holding Mulder’s hand and no
one, not one single person, cared. Right here, right now they were two regular
people in love, walking through the city, taking in the sights. They were, for
lack of a better word, normal. Scully giggled again. Who would have ever
thought that Mulder and Scully could be normal.
funny?” Mulder asked her while putting his hands on her waist to move her
out of the way from a group of tourists coming closer.
“Kiss me.” Scully
Instead of explaining
it to him, Scully got on tiptoes, grabbed his face and kissed him. Her tongue
teased his bottom lip, knowing what it did to him, and Mulder opened his mouth
to deepen the kiss. Before it got out of hand, Scully let go of his lips,
albeit unwillingly, and grinned up at him. The tourists walked past them, one
or two of them looked at them with a shy, knowing smile, but mostly they didn’t
care. Just like Scully had thought.
smile? I see that, yeah.” Scully hit him playfully on the shoulder.
“No one cares,
Mulder. No one knows us here. I can hold your hand like this,” she laced
their fingers and stared at them for a moment; they never got to do this at
home in Washington. They barely had time to be a couple in private. In public?
There was just no way. Here, though, they could be anyone, do anything. At
least for one night.
“See? We’re holding
hands. In public.”
“And no one is sick.”
Mulder added his eyes glued to their joined hands as well.
“Or in need of
“I thought you
needed some cheering up after the movie.”
“Nah. All I need
is right here.” This time, Mulder kissed her, but softly without any urgency.
“Hmm, that was
“I can do
nice,” he ran a finger over the bridge of her nose as if a sudden need to
touch her had come over him, “or I can do naughty. Your pick.”
“How about nice
now, naughty later?”
good,” Mulder squeezed her hand and they started strolling down the
boulevard lazily. “So what about food? You know, we really should use that
right.” Scully nodded in agreement and let her eyes wander.
“I know what
you’re thinking.” He murmured into her ear, causing her to shiver and
“Hmm, yeah. It’s
a waste of this credit care but yes, I know exactly what you want to do right
now.” He nuzzled her neck and Scully had to stop herself from dragging him
into an alley and doing much more than simply kissing him.
“You think Assistant
Director Skinner knows this about you? Hm?” Scully moaned when Mulder
started raining kisses on her neck, her throat and finally her lips.
Mulder,” Scully protested weakly, “We need to… eat. That’s what you
know,” one last kiss on her mouth and he stood to glance at her, a boyish
grin playing around his lips, “And if I had a say in this, we’d use this
credit card to drink champagne, eat lobster and have one of these expensive
chocolate dessert things. But I know you and I know that’s not what you
“What do I want,
eyeing the KFC over there. You want one of these buckets with chicken
everything and if I’m lucky you might even leave one piece for me.”
“I like you,
Mulder,” Scully gave him a quick but thorough kiss, “I like you
better than chicken so maybe you’ll even get two pieces. Now come on.” She
tugged at his hand almost painfully and he followed her, shaking his hand.
“You know Skinner
will think we’re crazy. He gives us the FBI credit card and we’re using it for
already thinks we’re crazy.”
“You might have a
point there. If my lady wants KFC, she gets KFC. Skinner would take you into a
fancy restaurant, you know.”
“Which is why I’m
with you, Mulder. Now feed me chicken.”
“UNBLOCK ME, BITCH!” George was drunk as hell. Drunk off of the booze he had had with Tanner, and drunk off of the adrenaline born from stage fright. Was she watching? He wondered. No one could see the real him behind his shades. Good.
For every word he sang for her, he had the hope that she spared a thought for him. Maybe she thought of the time they had spent together. Maybe she remembered how he made her laugh with the dumbest jokes and made her blush with the mere touch of his hand. Did she remember how he loved to brush his tongue across her soft bottom lip? How could she forget his eyes, the color of black coffee, like the kind he would brew for her after a night full of their love? Those weren’t tears George were shedding. He told himself it was just sweat.
“I just want to make sure you’re all safe, all safe…”
George tried to keep the crowd steady in his sight, but all he could think of was his shock when he saw her battered body that she tried to conceal with a longsleeves shirt and jeans. Who was she trying to fool? At the time, it was a warm summer evening. He tried to tell her, begged her, to be with him instead. Leave him. He’d treat her infinitely better, love her way better. He would tenderly kiss her bruises and wounds and make her his queen.
In his eyes, everyone in the crowd were pieces of his broken heart, the one that she had crushed into fine bits.
“Thank you,” he said quietly into the mic. No one really applauded him, but he imagined that maybe if she had chosen him, she would have been in the crowd, smiling proudly and clapping for him.
@ambrosebabyy Request: “Can I get a Zach Dempsey imagine ? Were he sees Bryce all over me and gets really protective?”
@thrtreasons Request: “jealous!zach…. i just… oh my god sorry i am sooooo zach trash”
@hanna-ranay Request: “Honestly an imagine about Zach would truly be appreciated, if you can. If not, it’s okay. Thank you!”
Jessica Davis was having a party at her house tonight, and of course you, being her best friend, had to go. You, Jessica, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty, and several other students from Liberty high were sitting in the living room playing suck and blow. You were sandwiched between Bryce Walker and Zach Dempsey.
You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a huge crush on Zach. And you’re pretty sure Jessica knew, she is your best friend after all, how could she not. But you were too shy to act upon your feelings towards him and you believed that he would never want to be with someone like you. Even though you hung out with Jessica and the more popular kids at Liberty high, you were still known as quite the nerd. And someone like Zach Dempsey don’t go for nerdy girls like you, they go for skinny cheerleaders who are drop dead gorgeous.
Anyways, the game of suck and blow had already started, and you were pretty nervous to say at the least. Because you had to put your mouth against Zach’s with only a thin card in between the two of your lips. It was getting closer and closer to your turn until some girl pressed her mouth against Bryce’s passing the card on to him. He turned towards you, card on his lips. Bryce scooted closer to you quickly, sandwiching you more between him and Zach, until the point where you were chest to chest with Bryce and your back was pressed firmly against Zach’s muscular chest. Bryce then proceeded to place his card covered lips against yours, and quickly, in the process of passing the card onto you, snuck his hand around you to grab a hold of your backside and give it a good squeeze. His actions shocked you and you jumped, emitting a little squeal which was muffled by the card between yours and Bryce’s lips. Still in shock from what is happening right now, you faintly hear a deep growl from behind you…
Summary: You have a one night stand with Sam and his monster cock. 4,000 words of pure porn.
Word Count: 3,900ish
Warning: So much smut, Sam’s monster cock, a little bit of dom!Sam if you squint
A/N: Yeah. This is porn. Enjoy. XOXO
Yeah, yeah. You’re breaking all your rules tonight.
But can anyone blame you?
Look at him.
And sure, you have a very important rule about customers being a no-fly zone, and you tend to find one night stands more awkward that satisfying. But seriously.
Look. At. Him.
Even your coworkers have noticed, despite the fact that you haven’t mentioned him to anyone. They’re standing in the doorway of the kitchen, whispering as they ogle, waggling their eyebrows at you as you get him a glass of water.
You shake your head at them, not bothering to say anything because you know they won’t behave even if you do, and head back out to the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in real life.
and here i bring you yet another kara/lena au that nobody asked for but that i’m sharing with y’all anyways because what else do i have to do with my life at 12:00 am.
james wins two tickets for the upcoming lakers game in national city but comes to find out that he can’t go because he has another important thing to do that night (i don’t know what thing exactly but the point is he can’t go), so he’s left with two tickets for the lakers and he’s not sure who to give them to, so of course he goes to kara: “i know you don’t like basketball, but seeing it live is such a different experience, you’ll enjoy it!”
problem is that kara doesn’t know who to ask to go with her, alex has a date night, winn is not going anywhere near a basketball stadium (highschool trauma), j’onn says he has no time for games. lena is one of her first options, but main reason she doesn’t want to ask her is fear of rejection. she’s a ceo! she probably has no interest in spending a friday night with her.
alex tells her she’s being ridiculous, lena’s her friend and she’ll enjoy spending time with her regardless of the activity, she pratically drives kara to l-corp so she can ask lena to go with her.
lena knows nothing about basketball, for a second she actually confuses it with beisball, but kara looks so cute and how can she say not to that face? so she agrees and kara pulls her into the biggest hug.
because lena has never, ever gone to a basketball game she shows up to kara’s apartment with a tight dress and high heels, her makeup on point as always and a big ass valentino black bag, meanwhile kara’s wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, maybe even a snapback if you want the complete Gay™
lena is so confused the entire time, she watches as the players pass the ball to each other and hears the crowd roar when they make a triple. kara is no better, but she at least knows the basics because james explained them to her prior, so she gets into it after the first ten minutes, she claps with the audience, screams in chorus with the other people. she asks lena if she’s having fun, if she wants to leave but lena says no and kara probably buys her popcorn or something, popcorn that by the way kara ends up eating.
halftime rolls in and lena takes the opportunity to answer all the messages that are unread on her phone, “i’m so sorry i swear i’ll only take a minute,” kara smiles and tells her to go ahead.
lena is answering to one of her business partners when she hears kara choke on the popcorn and everyone around them whistling and clapping, so she turns to see what is wrong to find kara looking at the enormous screen in the middle of the stadium with a pink blush on her cheeks and wide eyes. the camera is focusing both of them with a heart around their silhouettes and “kiss cam!” written on pink letters just above their heads.
everyone in the stadium starts cheering for them, “kiss! kiss! kiss!” over and over again, the damn camera doesn’t seem to find anybody else as interesting and though kara wants to laugh and write an enormous sign that reads that hey, they’re just friends! she catches the way lena’s heartbeat speeds up and how her breathing becomes uneven and okay, maybe a little kiss won’t hurt, after all they’ve become close after the recent events and what’s wrong with maybe platonically kissing your friend on the lips? a little peck and that’s it.
however, once they turn around to look at each other kara notices just how green lena’s eyes are and how pale her skin looks and also how her red lips part to meet hers and when they finally kiss the screaming and whistling, all the noise around them disappears and kara can only focus on how soft lena’s is and how her lipstick tastes like strawberry and oh, god, when she feels her tongue caressing her bottom lip kara is sure she’s going to pass out.
they’re both a little breathless when they break apart, a young lady sitting next to them gives kara a high five and then the second half of the game starts but kara can’t focus on anything anymore because she still tastes lena on her tongue and she realizes that shit, she wants to kiss her again. and again. and again.
the lakers win by three points and lena’s driver is already waiting for them outside the stadium when the game ends, but the crowd is huge and she fears she’ll lose lena in the sea of people so she interwines their fingers together and walks them towards the exit ignoring the warmness that goes through her entire body at the feeling of lena’s hand against her own.
the car ride is kind of awkward, neither of them speak, they’re on each side of the car struggling on how to break the silence. lena sometimes catches kara looking and her and viceversa until it’s too much and kara blurts out: “i really liked it, the game. and also kissing you” and lena laughs before sheepishly nodding and saying “me too. i mean i liked kissing you, i didn’t understand the game at all.”
they make out until they get to kara’s apartmet. (｡♥‿♥｡)
before kara falls asleep she receives a message from lena that says “thank you, i had a great time.” with maybe a smiley face and two hearts and kara hides her face on her pillow.
the next morning when she wakes up and goes to work, everyone’s looking at her and whispering behind her back and kara’s afraid she might have a mustard stain on her white cardigan (it wouldn’t be the first time that happened). and then james sees her and before she can even say hello and ask what the hell is going on with everyone, he motions to the screens where a video of her and lena kissing is projecting, the entire internet has gone wild about it. the video that was originally uploaded to youtube has for title “lena luthor kisses cute stranger @ bball game.” kara wants to die on the spot.
And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤
A/N: hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤
And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.
THIS WAS A PROMPT BUT I FUCKED UP AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT EARLY SO NOW ITS GONE FOREVER IM SORRY ANON BUT I STILL WANTED TO FINISH IT SO YE the prompt was basically innocent religious dan and phil like pines after him ; ending in sex in church bathroom and yes, you are going to hell
it’s also really long oops
Phil was fucking screwed. Never had he wanted someone so bad as he wanted Dan Howell. That boy fucked with his head and his body and his life. And he wasn’t even TRYING.
If he was trying, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Dan seemed completely oblivious to Phil’s attempts to win him over. The light blush on his cheeks said otherwise, but Dan ignored it completely. Dan was the goddamn priests son, but Phil liked a challenge. And this definitely was one.
Phil took another sip of the dumb nonalcoholic punch they were serving, scowling at the plastic cup. He shouldn’t be here, at this dumb church party, he didn’t have to be. It was optional, unlike the weekly services he was required to attend due to his parents getting pissed that he had defiled the school with graffiti yet again. It wasn’t that bad, he got to see Dan at least. But the only reason he was here was for him.
“Hey,” a girl spoke, interrupting Phil’s thoughts. He turned to look at her, scanning her blonde hair and plaid school uniform. Who wears a uniform to a party? Church kids, Phil figured.
“Uh, hey,” Phil responded, sounding completely uninterested, but she didn’t take a hint.
“Fun party, huh?”
Phil raised his eyebrows at her, chuckling, pulling a flask out of his leather jacket pocket and tipping the clear liquid into the cup.
“No, not particularly.”
She seemed a bit put off by that, but bounced back quickly.
“So, do you know anyone here?” She asked, her voice light and Phil swore he heard a hint of flirtiness in her tone
Phil chuckled, his eyes glinting.
“Look, sorry honey, but if you’re trying to get in my pants you might as well give up now. I like cock, dunno if your tiny brain can wrap itself around that, but the only reason I’m here is that I want to fuck Dan Howell.” He casually picked at a black nail, flashing her a tight lipped smile. “So, if you still want to bother me after that, feel free. But I’m gay as hell. Just saying.”
The girl stared at him, her eyes wide and her jaw practically hitting the ground. Phil chuckled. He loved doing that.
She let out a small squeak, whirling on her heel and rushing off. Phil shook his head.
Phil cursed under his breath as he watched her beeline straight to Dan and his group of friends at the other side of the room. Phil couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she pointed at him less than subtly. A blush appeared immediately on Dan’s face, a hand going to cover his mouth automatically. He said something, and glanced over at Phil. Phil winked, waving. Might as well commit.
Dan blushed harder, looking away immediately and pressing his hands to his clearly heated cheeks. Phil smirked. He loved how much of an affect this had on him. He was so responsive.
Phil would just have to wait until he was alone.
It was about half an hour of boredom and wanting to leave later when Dan’s friends started to leave one by one, and Phil watched them almost hungrily until the only one left was the girl who had talked to him.
Phil moved along the wall a little closer, straining to hear their conversation. He couldn’t hear her but he heard Dan say “Silvia, I’m fine, I’m just gonna help clean up. I can take care of myself.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with walking home alone?”
“Of course. It’s just a few blocks over.” He offered her a soft smile, touching her shoulder, and Phil’s heart swelled. Damn it. “It’ll be fine. I’ll see you at school, alright?”
“Alright…” she agreed hesitantly, going on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, rushing out of the room.
And then it was only them.
Dan cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to redden again. “So, um, do you want to help clean up, or…”
Phil recognized the opportunity he was offering, and took it. “Yeah, sure. I’d say you’ll probably need a hand.”
Phil helped Dan fold chairs, watching him the whole time while Dan avoided his eyes.
“You look nice,” Dan commented, just being polite, but Phil snorted.
“Are you kidding? I’m wearing rags compared to you. Seriously, who wears a tie to a party in a church basement?”
Dan blushed even harder, glancing down at the black tie fastened neatly around his neck.
“Me, I guess,” he muttered, laughing awkwardly.
“Was that your girlfriend?” Phil blurted.
Dan looked at him then, eyes wide. “Who, Silvia?”
Phil nodded, and Dan laughed. Like, really laughed.
“No!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “She’s my cousin!”
Now Phil laughed too, pushing his hair back until it sat in a quiff above his forehead.
“Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “Well, thank god.”
He expected Dan to just brush off his comment like he always did, change the subject, look away, something. He didn’t.
“Why’s that?” He asked softly, pressing his lips together and searching Phil’s face. “Why are you relieved?”
Phil shrugged, tossing a plastic cup at the trash and making it. “Because if you were with anyone else, I’d be upset.”
He glanced at Dan, smirking at the way his eyes had widened and his mouth had fallen open just slightly.
“W-Why?” Dan asked again, biting his lip and turning back to the plates he was stacking.
“Because I like you.” He shrugged, casual. “I wanna make you mine, and if people are interfering, that’s a problem, isn’t it baby boy?”
A small gasp escaped Dan’s mouth at the nickname, and Phil smirked.
“Silvia… Silvia said you…” he trailed off, chewing on his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Phil took this opportunity to step closer.
“That I want to fuck you?” Phil asked, finishing the sentence, and Dan tensed up.
“Yeah…” he muttered, practically a whisper.
“Well, it’s not a lie.” Phil glanced at him, searching his face before turning back to the chair he was folding up. “I’ve been hitting on you for the last month, you didn’t notice?”
Dan shook his head, avoiding his gaze, and they were quiet for a moment.
“You ever kissed a boy?”
“What?!” Dan spluttered, his cheeks redder than Phil had thought possible. “N-No, of course not, I… I couldn’t.”
Phil turned to look at him, frowning, turning his whole body this time so he was facing him.
Dan faced him too, at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing.
“I mean, I s-suppose I could but… I CAN’T. That… that’s…” he trailed off, and Phil stepped forward so he was only inches away. Dan froze, but didn’t move away.
He trailed a finger up Dan’s jaw slowly and Dan swallowed, shivering, watching its progress. “You never know if you like something until you try it, right?”
“Well I suppose, but…” Dan gasped as Phil grabbed his tie, wrapping it around his hand and pulling Dan closer.
“But…” Dan looked like his mind was going fuzzy, glancing down at the tie that Phil was holding him by and back up at Phil’s eyes, and then his lips. “I’m not gay,” he practically squeaked, his voice small.
“You never know if you like something unless you try it,” Phil repeated, slowly touching Dan’s waist with the hand that wasn’t gripping his tie. Dan didn’t move an inch as Phil leaned over, pressing his lips against Dan’s.
Phil waited a second to make sure Dan wasn’t going to pull away before reaching up to touch Dan’s chin, really kissing him. He dragged his tongue along Dan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, rather surprised when he actually opened his mouth.
He could feel Dan’s hands shaking as they moved up Phil’s chest, sliding over his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Phil gripped his waist, pulling him as close as possible. With one hand he tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, kissing him deeper. He tasted like awful punch and fruit gum, and Phil was sure he tasted like cigarettes, but Dan didn’t seem to mind.
Phil backed him against the wall, kissing him hotly and letting his hands roam Dan’s body. He moved his mouth to Dan’s jaw, kissing down to his neck and nipping at the pale skin. Dan whimpered, moaning softly and tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair.
“Ah-” Dan gasped, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Phil…”
Phil pulled back, pressing his forehead against Dan’s and breathing heavily.
“Is there somewhere we could go?” Phil breathed, and he promised himself if Dan said no, or didn’t get the hint, he would give up. Dan’s brown eyes blinked at him.
They ended up in the boy’s bathroom, Phil roughly shoving him against the wall and kissing him possessively. Dan whined into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck and clinging to him desperately.
Phil grabbed Dan’s thigh, hooking his leg around his waist and Dan took the hint, hopping up and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. Phil went back to his neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to his collarbone.
He unbuttoned Dan’s shirt, loosening and removing his tie before kissing him again. He let Dan push off his leather jacket and tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
Phil’s hands explored Dan’s chest, pinching one of his nipples, and Dan gasped.
“Phil…” he moaned, an indirect beg for more. Phil palmed at his bulge, feeling Dan grind against his hand desperately.
Phil picked him up, spinning them around and setting him down on the counter, tugging at the button of Dan’s black jeans. Once he got them off he flipped Dan over after pressing a kiss to his jaw, bending him over the counter.
“I’m guessing you’ve never done this with a guy before,” Phil muttered, smoothing his hand over the curve of Dan’s ass and squeezing roughly. Dan jumped.
Phil kissed the nape of his neck, pressing himself against Dan’s body. “Are you sure you want to?”
Dan let out an almost desperate gasp, his voice breaking. “Yes, yesyesyes, god just please… p-please fuck me, Phil, want you.”
Phil grunted, slapping Dan’s thigh sharply. “Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
Phil took no time removing his jeans, tugging down Dan’s boxers as well, grinding his still clothed bulge against Dan’s ass. Dan moaned, reaching back and grabbing Phil’s hips, pulling him closer.
Phil’s boxers were off in a second as well, skin rubbing against skin. Dan pushed his ass back; he was a needy bottom and Phil fucking loved it.
Phil held two fingers to Dan’s mouth, motioning for him to open. Dan sucked on the fingers obediently, slicking them up with spit.
“This might hurt a little,” Phil muttered, rubbing Dan’s entrance with one finger. “Tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”
“Mhm,” Dan agreed, pushing his ass back again. Phil slapped it and Dan yelped, pulling forward again.
“Don’t be a needy bitch, Dan,” Phil growled, pushing the first finger into Dan slowly. Dan moaned.
“S-Sorry, sir-” he gasped.
Phil took his time stretching him; considering it was his first time he didn’t want it to hurt too bad. Dan flinched away at first but soon he was whining and grinding back on Phil’s digits. Phil moaned just at the sight, he never thought he’d have him like this.
Finally he pulled out, holding his hand up to Dan’s face again and instructing him to spit. Dan did as he said, and Phil slicked himself up with that as well as precum that was already forming on the head of his swollen cock.
“Ready?” He breathed, pressing his whole body against Dan’s and leaning over him to kiss his neck. Dan whined.
“Yes, yes sir, please, I’m ready, I need you.”
Phil hummed in approval; he loved how quickly Dan had changed from a good little church boy to a desperate slut with just a little kissing.
Phil pushed in slowly, taking his time in edging into Dan, which took an incredible amount of self control on his part. Finally he bottomed out, kneading Dan’s ass in his hands. Dan was a mess beneath him, whining and whimpering at every movement, conflicted between pushing back and pulling away.
Phil reached up, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, giving it a soft tug and driving a whimper out of Dan’s pretty mouth.
He began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in slowly, Dan gasping every time he did so. Phil snapped his hips roughly without warning, thrusting hard, and Dan cried out.
“Fuck!” He practically shrieked, a loud feminine moan falling from his mouth.
“You’re a loud little slut, aren’t you?” Phil panted, groaning as he thrust roughly again. Dan let out a high pitched whine.
“Fuckfuckfuck p-please, fuck, harder…”
Phil obliged, driving his cock deeper into the whimpering boy, skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. Phil tugged on Dan’s hair again, watching his face through the mirror, and fuck he could cum just from that.
Dan’s lips were swollen, his cheeks red and flushed, his hair messy and his eyes glazed over with need. Phil groaned, snapping his hips.
Phil knew he had hit Dan’s prostate when he screamed, a loud “FUCK, PHIL” bouncing off the walls. Phil smirked, angling his thrusts to hit that spot.
“This is a sin, you know,” Phil growled, reaching up to cover Dan’s mouth with his hand as he fucked into him harder. “Such a filthy fucking sinner for me, princess, ruined on my cock.”
Dan’s desperate muffled moans against his hand were pushing him to the edge, that and his tight heat encasing Phil’s cock. Phil smirked.
“Such a pretty fucking sinner too, isn’t that right? All for me. Your tight ass is all mine, yeah?”
Dan didn’t answer, continuous moaning falling from his mouth, muffled by Phil’s hand. He just nodded frantically, his moans sounding close to sobs.
Dan came after a few more thrusts all over his stomach, white streaking the counter under him and he whimpered, now sensitive to Phil’s cock pounding into his prostate every thrust.
Phil pulled out, quickly tugging Dan to his knees in front of him, guiding his cock to his lips. Dan took it obediently, lowering himself on Phil’s length. Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and fucking his throat as gently as he could. Dan gagged, digging his fingernails into Phil’s hips, and that was all it took. Phil came down his throat, keeping his cock still until he was sure Dan had swallowed all of it.
He helped Dan to his feet, holding him steady because it was clear he was close to falling over.
Dan just stared at him, stunned, watching as Phil casually got dressed. After he was clothed he cleaned Dan’s stomach and the counter with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash.
He grinned, kissing Dan’s cheek and backing towards the door, winking.
Anonymous said: hii, could you possibly do a imagine where the reader is like really freaking shy, especially when jeff gives her hickies 😂 but then he like comfort her about it say that the reader doesn’t have to be shy? basically just a really sweet and loving jeff. thank you! 💓
your p.o.v ━
you were currently walking down the hall with one of your close friends, hannah baker. you were both quietly chatting about the long school day you had, both thanking god that it was friday.
as the both of you neared your locker, you saw your tall boyfriend jeff, leaning against it with a tired expression on his face.
“hi love,” he said, approaching you with open arms and a tired smile. you walked right into his strong arms, instantly wrapping your arms around the middle of his torso.
you were too short to reach his neck, even on your tiptoes. once you felt his arms wrap around you, he pulled you as close as possible against him mumbling a tired, “i love you.”
you grinned, pulling back a bit and tilting your head to gaze up at him. “i love you,” you whispered, biting your lower lip as both of your eyes stayed locked on each other.
“um, i should probably get going,” hannah laughed, making your eyes snap towards the brown haired girl, but you stayed in your position with jeff nonetheless.
“we still gonna go eat lunch tomorrow?” you asked, a small smile spreading across your plump lips. she nodded, “for sure, just text me when you wanna go.”
your eyes lit up, “absolutely,” you said, feeling jeff’s hands slowly make their way up and down the small of your back, rubbing you softly. you leaned your head down against his chest, still staring at hannah as she turned to leave.
“have fun you two!” she yelled, making her way out of the school. it was truly a blessing that there wasn’t a lot of kids left in the halls, most of them leaving as soon as the bell rung.
“you need anything in your locker?” you heard jeff mumble, then you felt him lightly kiss the top of your head.
you nodded, “yeah, come on,” you said, feeling your chest tighten as you pulled out of his strong embrace. he grabbed your small hand in his rather large one, walking towards your locker with you right on his heel.
“you still have practice?” you questioned, knowing you would have to walk home alone.
jeff sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have practice on wednesday so coach is making us practice today.”
you pouted, “that sucks, i wanted you to come over,” you said, stopping right in front of your locker, then quickly focusing on opening it. you sucked at opening your locker, usually jeff or hannah doing it for you since you always messed up the combination.
you felt jeff’s eyes on you, watching you struggle, but you were determined to open it this time on your own.
it took you a good three tries, before finally hearing the lock click as you swung your locker door open. “finally!” you huffed, rolling your eyes. you heard jeff’s deep chuckle, making your eyes snap up towards the jock. “what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.
he shook his head, “nothing, nothing. you’re just so adorable,” he said softly, giving you a toothy smile. you blushed, turning your head back towards your locker and getting the book you would need to do your homework over the weekend.
“you’re handsome,” you spoke softly, almost mumbling. you were always shy around jeff, but he didn’t mind. in fact, that was one of his favorite things about you, besides your laugh. your little laugh drove him insane, always making him laugh with you even if nothing was funny.
you tensed up slightly, feeling your boyfriend move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. jeff leaned down, placing a small, but gentle kiss against your sweet spot. you ran your tongue over your lips, tilting your head to the side, your eyes fluttering close.
“i’m going to be so late to practice,” he breathed against your neck, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he started harshly sucking on your sweet spot.
your eyes snapped open, before you relaxed your entire body, causing your full body weight to lean against jeff.
a soft, little moan escaped your wet lips, jeff’s arms traveling to your stomach, lifting up your shirt and gently letting his fingers stroke over your stomach.
this instantly caused you to release a small giggle, your body squirming against him. he laughed too, giving your neck a final kiss before pulling away, as if nothing ever happened.
you looked around nervously, not seeing anyone besides you and jeff, which you were thankful for.
you turned to look back at your boyfriend, noticing his eyes already on you with a small, cheeky smirk on his lips.
you avoided eye contact with him, feeling your face heat up. “you shouldn’t have done that,” you huffed, trying your hardest to look annoyed.
jeff laughed loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the hallway. “you’re so stubborn love,” jeff teased, while looking down at you with twinkling blue eyes.
you glared at him, “how am i stubborn?”
“well,” he started, “the fact that you’re so stubborn about me giving you a hickey because of your supposed ‘shyness’ for people seeing it makes you stubborn,” he stated, his tone sounding smart.
you felt yourself tense, a small frown appearing on your face. you couldn’t hold it in, you started rambling uncontrollably. “look, jeff, it’s not that i don’t want you to give me hickeys, it’s just that i don’t want people seeing it and then later on thinking all we do is-”
jeff suddenly cut you off, his lips pressed roughly against yours. you kissed him back, putting as much passion into the kiss. you felt jeff’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost begging to invade your sweet, little mouth.
you opened your mouth slightly, both of your tongues swirling around one another’s, searching each other’s mouths. you moaned, letting the thick textbook that you had in your hand drop to the floor, making a loud sound as the book hit the floor.
you jumped, gasping as jeff pulled away, his eyes swimming with lust and most importantly, love.
“you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions,” he whispered, his lips wet with your saliva. “it’s just you and me baby,” he continued, staring you dead in the eyes.
your heart melted, a small smile spreading across your lips. “i love you,” you whispered, your hands making their way up his chest, then moving towards his shoulders, gripping them tightly.
jeff smiled, “i love you most.”
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this is my first imagine for this blog, and there will be plenty more to come! also, please be patient, i have over 25 requests that i need to do, and all will be up asap! thank you!
Imagine - Zach asking you to sleep over at his house
@nrowanova request: “just imagine zach’s mom and sister not being home and he asking you to come over and 👀”
You and Zach were in your bedroom helping him study for his next biology test, but Zach kept getting distracted by wanting to kiss you. “Zach, babe, we got to study for bio right now” you told him when he tried to lean in and give you a kiss again. “I know and we will, but we’ve been studying for hours, I think it’s time we take a break, don’t you?” He says with a flirty grin, planting a kiss at the base of your neck. He slowly starts peppering kisses up along your neck until he reaches past your jawline to your lips. “Zach…” You say warningly. But to no avail, Zach kisses your lips. It starts off slow and innocent, until his tongue swipes across your bottom lip demanding for entrance. You know you should stop him now and continue studying but you just can’t find the will power to do it. So you decide to give up and let Zach’s tongue have access to your mouth. He immediately plunges in, driven by a frenzy of hunger. You moan into his mouth, Zach truly is an amazing kisser, which is no surprise. He is one of the most popular guys in school, you’re sure he has kissed plenty of girls before you. But that’s not important right now, so you push the thought from your mind and concentrate on Zach. His hands are slowly trailing down your back all the way to your ass, which he cups. After a couple of minutes of making out, Zach breaks the kiss and looks you in the eyes, “I love you, you know that right (y/n)?” he says a little out of breath from your previous actions. You look and him, slightly confused where this is going, but say with a small smile and a peck on his lips, “Yea of course I do Zach, I love you too.” He smiles back at you but then looks down for a second contemplating his next words. “My mom and my sister are out for the weekend to go and visit some relatives… And I have the house to myself… So I was thinking maybe you’d like to come and sleep over, you know, spend the weekend together…?” He asks with a nervous smile. You freeze. Zach and you have never slept over at each other’s house and with the way Zach is acting right now, you know what he’s insinuating what he wants to do this weekend with you. You’ve never gone past the stage of making out, you guys haven’t done IT yet, nor have you talk about doing so. Of course you love Zach with all your heart and you do want to do it with him, but there’s one little problem. You’re a virgin. And given Zach’s social status at school and how popular he is with the girls at Liberty high, you can only assume he’s already lost his. You don’t want to disappoint him, and being it is your first time, you’re scared… Zoning back into reality, you look at Zach, he looks nervous and you feel bad for making him wait for an answer. But you’ve made up your decision now. “Sure, that’s sounds great” you say softly with a gentle smile. Zach exhales, relieved. “Awesome!” He says suddenly excited for this weekend. “I can’t wait to spend some alone time with my favourite girl” Zach says smirking. You laugh, excited, although a tad bit nervous, too. He suddenly leans in and gives you a long, passionate kiss. “This will be fun” Zach says after breaking the kiss, “trust me”. And so you and Zach return to your biology notes and continue studying. You look over at Zach, he’s concentrating hard on reading some notes, you smile softly, no longer afraid of this weekend and not fearing of disappointing Zach. He loves you, you can see that, and you love him. That’s all that really matters…
(Request by anon: could you do a reid smut where they’re at a party and the reader is down about something and her friend jokes that she deserves a guy who’ll put her needs;) first and so reid gets all dominant and stuff?)
(This isn’t my first smut - I write smut over on Wattpad - however, it is my first Spencer smut so please go easy on me, aha xD)
Warnings ~ smut
“(Y/N), hun, are you ready?” You heard Garcia knock on your bedroom door.
Rossi was throwing another one of his parties which just so happened to coincide with your breakup. JJ and Garcia had flocked over to your house so you could all get ready together. You knew what they were all doing and you found it sweet that the team were trying to cheer you up.
You sighed. “Yep. Coming.” You grabbed your purse and followed Garcia outside where JJ’s car was waiting.
You had eventually sneaked over to a secluded part of Rossi’s garden to be alone. You sat on a chair, drink in hand and deep in thought.
“Are you okay?”
The voice came from behind you and you jumped before realising it was your friend, Spencer.
“I’m still kind of reeling from the whole breakup. Part of me is upset, part of me is glad. Should I be glad?” You looked over at Spencer who sat on the chair opposite you.
He nodded. “You should. The guy was an asshole, (Y/N). He didn’t deserve you.”
You smiled at your friend. “You’re too sweet to me, Spence.”
Your phone beeped in your purse and you quickly pulled it out. Your best friend (Y/F/N) had been texting you all night making sure you were okay. This text was different though.
“Oh, my God. She’s lost it.” You let out a laugh as you read the text.
“Oh, nothing. (Y/F/N) just says ‘You deserve a guy who would willingly wrap your legs around his neck’. She’s nuts.” You snorted, taking another sip of your drink. You glanced at Spencer who was licking his lips, his gaze at the floor.
“Come on.” He finally said after a few moments of silence, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the house.
While everyone was busy chatting and drinking, Spencer continued to pull you upstairs into one of Rossi’s bathrooms. Unsure of what was happening, you opened your mouth to speak before you were pushed against the bathroom door.
Spencer’s lips descended on yours, his hand reaching over to lock the door as his other one gripped your waist. His tongue traced the bottom of your lip as his hand fondled your ass. Your slight whimper at his touch granted him access, his tongue skillfully roaming your mouth as your hands reached up to tug at his hair.
Spencer’s hands trailed down from your waist to the backs of your thighs and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist. He turned and placed you on the tank of the toilet, his cold fingers making you shiver as he inched your panties down from under your skirt. Throwing them to the side, Spencer sat himself on the lid of the toilet seat.
Parting your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, his tongue delicately licked your clit. You hissed at the contact, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. Spencer smirked against your sex before beginning to suck at your clit.
Your head rolled back, eyes closing. “Spence, stop teasing - Oh!”
You let out a moan as his tongue dipped inside your folds. His tongue continued to be relentless by thrusting in and out of you, rapidly wiggling up and down your sex, focusing on your clit for a long while. He didn’t bother to use his fingers - he wanted to make you come with just his tongue.
Spencer groaned as you started thrusting to meet his tongue, your moans spurring him on. He responded by capturing your clit between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue drawing small patterns against it.
“Spence, I’m going to- oh, God.” You clamped a hand over your mouth, afraid the team would hear your moans and think something was wrong. Your hand gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax descending over you.
Spencer’s hands gripped your thighs tighter to prevent you from falling as you rode out your orgasm. As you sat there panting trying to catch your breath, his fingers traced small circles on your thighs.
Very gently, he placed a kiss on each thigh before standing up and cupping your face. You tasted your own arousal on his lips as he kissed you sweetly, his demeanour changing from dominant back to his usual timid, sweet self.
You pulled away, still trying to catch your breath. “Where did that come from?” You smiled at your friend.
He gave you his usual lopsided grin. “You deserve someone who would willingly wrap your legs around his head.” he recited. “And I’m more than willing to do that.”
I’m going to hell for y'all. Keep the requests coming! I’m splitting my time between finishing my requests on wattpad and my requests on here but for once, I’m actually ahead of schedule aha. 💕
A/N. JEFF DESERVES BETTER! And because of this, and because I am trash, I rewrote the ending of episode 9 - Clay doesn’t leave, Hannah and Sheri don’t knock over the stop sign, and everyone is safe. I hope you guys like it, and I am more than willing to take requests. Feel free to message me guys. Let’s cry together.
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The music was blasting, the beer was flowing, and Jessica and Justin were on the verge of procreating on the couch. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at the two sophomores and squeezed through the crowd, balancing the two drinks in her hands as she weaved around the drunk teenagers. She finally made it outside, sucking in a breath of the cooling autumn air and sighing. She was pretty sure Monty had brushed up against her ass. Horny asshole.
She looked around the far less populated, but still crowded, front yard, picking out her boyfriend from the way his poofy hair stood out above everyone else. He was talking to Clay, and as she approached she saw him roll his eyes violently, his whole body swaying with the force of it.
Damn Jensen, she thought with a laugh, you’re gonna break my boyfriend of you and Hannah don’t bang soon.
(short hair harry is the focus of this blurb but he’s too pretty in this)
It’s the gentle feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your spine that awakens you. They’re smooth and soft as he taps along the length of your spine, dancing along the bone. You smile to yourself as you tuck your face into the pillow, not wanting to alert him that your awake because it’s not often that you receive such a nice wakeup call from your boyfriend. There’s a shift in the bed to accommodate his movements as he presses a kiss to your head and then brushes your hair aside from your neck, lowering his lips to press them to the newly exposed skin with the lightest of touches. He’s on the move again, clambering on top of you as he trails his lips down the path his fingers had traced earlier. His warm hands are pushing away the covers and gripping your hips with a squeeze as he moves lower with his lips, pressing a final smacking kiss at the end of your spine.
You hum in contentment, hiding the sound in your pillow. He’s chuckling sweetly at your meek effort, as he crawls back up the length of your body and presses a few hard kisses to your bare shoulder. “C’mon now, angel. Wanna see your face, don’t hide from me. Kno’ you’re awake…” He implores into your ear with a warm, raspy morning voice.
You can’t fight it anymore, especially when he’s this adorable in the morning. He’s gotten the weekend off from filming and hadn’t hesitated a moment to fly you out. He’s lifting onto his elbows to let you turn onto your back, greeting him with a sleepy smile. “Morning, love o’ mine.” He rumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours immediately.
You let out a sound of surprise against them, wrapping yours arms around his neck while you let one of your hands run through his short, messy locks, tugging at them as they tickle your fingers. His haircut had been an adjustment, but you liked it short. He looked just as handsome as he did with his long hair. He pulls away, pressing a kiss to your cheek before giving you a dopey smile. You let out a soft laugh, pushing down with your hand to bring his face back towards you so you can press a smacking kiss of your own right next to his nose, which scrunches up and bumps into your cheek as he turns towards you. “Morning, sleepy boy.” You greet as you lower back down to the bed.
He scoffs at the pet name, using one hand to push your hair back from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “Sleep well, pet?”
“Mhm… Not sure how much sleep I actually got though.” You quip back with a knowing smile.
GOT7 Reaction: You Kissing Them In Front Of The Boys
(I hope this is what you wanted (((: This reaction is very short and to the point, but I hope you enjoy!! <3 Saranghae <3)
I feel as if Youngjae would be half into it, and half not. He would love showing off that you were his, and his lips were the only ones that got to touch yours; but he wouldn’t want to show off too much. He would give you a short, sweet kiss and giggle, covering his face as it went red when the boys would lightly tease him about it. You would probably feel a little embarrassed as the boys poked fun at you, sitting next to Youngjae and burying your head sweetly in his shoulder, him quickly becoming your shield.
Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is.
Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness
A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - part 3
Warnings: graphic descriptions and images of sex/sexual activities. You’ve been warned my lovelies:) Enjoy!
Your P.O.V The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, basking the room with its warmth. I was tightly cocooned in a strong pair of arms, my back pressed against a muscular chest. There were soft snores echoing in my ear. I turned my head slightly, to see who the culprit of this snoring was, finding the peaceful face of my sleeping boyfriend, Zach Dempsey.
‘That’s right… Me and Zach… We actually did it last night.’ A sense of giddiness overcomes me. I remember last night so vividly…
From the moment he stepped into your life, you were aware of
what all he could do to you. Bucky Barnes was a walking warning himself, a
constant reminder for why you cannot be anyone else’s but his. You are head
over heels for him and all he has to do is look at you and throw that sexy
smirk along with those twinkling blue orbs and you were done for good.
You find yourself daydreaming about him – a lot, often about
his lips, how he would roam them all over your body, pressing gentle feather
light kisses on your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. How his
perfect lips would mould with yours, sucking all the air from your lungs,
leaving them red and swollen. How he’d graze the tip of his nose along the
underside of your jawline, breathing you in. He’d connect lips on the column of
your throat, biting and sucking bruises and it would take him little to no time
in discovering that sensitive spot on your neck which makes you release that
sweet harmonious noise.
Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.
Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)
Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.
A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!
A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.
Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.
You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath
you. The smell of cooking bacon and
fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your
boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you. You lean your elbows on the counter and study
him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing. He’s making breakfast. Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast. It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn
attractive. You can’t help but
stare. At the way he looks in just a
pair of tight boxers, his back bare. At
the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over