since “poe dameron has slept with every member of the resistance” is a nasty headcanon that people can’t seem to let go, here are some better poe dameron headcanons instead:
he has a unique secret handshake with every member of his squadron
went through a hat phase as a child
despite being the most incredible pilot while flying, he can be a total clutz on the ground sometimes
when he drinks, turns into the type of intense drunk who goes up to everyone in the nearby vicinity, puts his hands on both sides of their face while bringing his face super close to theirs, and looks deep into their eyes as he says how much he values and cherishes them
is a constant snacker. He has secret stashes of indulgent high-calorie treats in his bunk, and his cockpit is constantly littered with snack wrappers
makes a point to learn the name of every single worker on the resistance base, down to the janitors and line cooks, and addresses them by their first name and a friendly hello every time.
is just a terrible liar. Especially when it comes to General Organa
resident Meme King of the resistance base
despite learning military habits from a young age, has never been able to hold a regular sleep schedule. He rarely gets enough sleep, but when he does, he is NOT a morning person. After completing missions, will crash into a deep sleep in his bunk and once slept for a full uninterrupted 48 hours
is the only person who can make leia laugh when she’s in a bad mood
has inherited the age-old strike fighter bias against bomber ships (probably from his mother tbh) and can rant for hours about how u-wings are clunky and inferior to x-wings
has memorized the name, call sign, planet of origin, and a brief bio for every x-wing pilot who flew in the rebellion against the empire
Mallory and Mark Kensington were two star struck lovers who had been married for 12 years. Mallory was a commercial airline pilot and Mark was the captain of a nuclear submarine. They were both very responsible with their money, lived simply, had no children, and no vices. The only exception to their frugality was their dog Max whom they doted on at every possible occasion. Unfortunately for Max, fate had terrible plans in store for him. One dark August day, Mallory and Mark were both at their respective jobs and in a cruel twist of fate suffered major mechanical failures at the same time. In a million to one oddity, they both perished in the astonishing first-of-its-kind airplane/submarine accident.
So in response to an ask I got, I thought I’d make a detailed post
First of all I want to stress the fact that Ryan Ross is a shy, awkward guy. Naturally, people tend to compare him to Brendon. But while Brendon is excitable and wild, Ryan’s quiet and introverted. That’s not a bad thing, it’s just their personalities.
Post split, a fan sent him flowers on his birthday. When she met him after a TYV concert and asked him if he got them:
His reaction when a fan gave him a gift basket:
LJ era excerpts showing how he appreciates fans’ art even if they aren’t confident about it. More recently he’s also appreciated fan art on ig
An Afysco era discussion, basically the same topic
He’s always pretty polite and respectful
Recently Z Berg talked about how he’s internet shy. So he’s not too active on social media.(x)
Another very important point is that his ex manager, sh**e used to post nasty shit from Ryan’s accounts, posing as Ryan, which confused and hurt fans.(x)
Sometimes, his sarcasm can be misinterpreted, but trust me he’s just trying to be sassy
Ryan used to feel bad about not being able to sign everyone’s stuff. Even after he’s been musically inactive I’ve never heard of him denying a fan a photo
Ryan has said he doesn’t mind fans illegally downloading his music for free.
That story about how he had so many stuffed toys in his bunk that he could barely fit but he didn’t want to throw them out cuz they were gifts from fans.
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I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back
hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)
to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
music is a big point of contention for the first month
dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both are still in went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
(for the sake of avoiding arguments)
(also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
(please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty
During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.
A/N: This was also requested! We love when we get requests! We’ve been getting requests to do other groups and we are taking a bit longer to do those because, well we don’t listen to some of them, but we are open to listening to other groups. If you have any suggestions to who we should listen to please tell us! Also, we have made this a Monsta x and BTS blog so please request some Monsta X imagines and reactions if you’d like! I’m sorry if there is any mistakes, it’s currently 1:26am. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! ~Emily
The “how he reacts to you winning your first award” inspired me to request this. Bts reacting to your relationship going public (on the internet) through accident.
Jin had been sitting on his bunk relaxing and scrolling through his phone when a certain tweet caught his eye. “JIN AND HIS GIRLFRIEND ARE SO CUTE OMG” Jin clicked the picture as quickly as possible. The picture was a Jungkook and Tae, and behind them was you and Jin on the couch, cuddling. Your face wasn’t visible, but Jin’s was. His hand wrapped around you and him kissing your forehead. Jin jumped out of his bunk to find the two careless idiots. You and Jin had decided to keep your relationship in the down low because the both of you wanted to be comfortable enough to go out and about when the time came. Jin found Jungkook and Tae in the living room playing video games. “WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS POSTED THIS PHOTO?” Jungkook and Tae looked at each other confused as to why he was mad. They took a closer look at the picture and their eyes widened. Jin got closer to them and whispered. “Run”.
You had been over at Yoongi’s when the both of you found out that your relationship had gone public. You had only been dating for roughly three months and you were not planning on showcasing your relationship around quite yet. Apparently one of the boys had accidentally told a fan that Yoongi had been over at your place and revealed that you were his girlfriend. You jumped out of your bed to find the culprit. You found him on his bed, sleeping. You shook him until he woke, and when he did you began hitting him with his own pillow.
“wow wow wow what did I do” said Taehyung. You looked over at Yoongi who was standing in the doorway, scanning his face for any sign to stop, but there wasn’t none. So you continued hitting Tae with his pillow.
Namjoon had been in the middle of a vlive when it happened. You were in the bathroom getting ready to go to sleep, you had thought Namjoon was speaking on the phone when you walked out.
“Babe, have you seen my glasses?” You said as you walked out of the bathroom.
“No I haven’t,” said Namjoon without hesitation. Immediately after he said that he looked at the screen realizing what had just happened and tried to play it cool.
A/N: First of all, be safe kids, remember, abstinence. Anyways, let’s say Peter is in Senior year here. I made him a little older because, I didn’t want to make him a dad at 15 (: And, I didn’t really end it end it, but you guys could let me know if you want a Part two on how it ends, if not, it ends like this.
You paced back and forth.
How were you going to tell your boyfriend, Peter, that he, a 17 year old boy, is going to be a dad?
You two are currently in the middle of Senior year. Almost about to start the rest of your lives.
I guess it’s going to start sooner.
There’s already so many things going on in Peter’s life, you don’t want to add any more complications.
He’s living a double life as Peter Parker, a normal teen in high school, and Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood spider-man.
You thought Hannah Montana had it hard, but Peter’s Aunt May doesn’t even know his secret.
Oh my gosh, AuntMay.
What are you going to do about Aunt May?
She’ll kill Peter! Heck, she’ll kill you too!
So many thoughts ran through your mind, you felt– you felt like– you felt like you would–
Bam! You fell dramatically, almost in slow motion, but not quite, on the floor. Unconscious.
Your eyes fluttered open.
“What time is it?”
You looked around. It seems dark already, “I guess Peter’s not home yet.”
You get up, walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You can see Aunt May from the living room. She’s reading a book, unaware that you’re in the kitchen.
You grab a glass and almost dropped it. You were still a bit dizzy.
“(Y/n)? Did you wake up from your little nap?”
“Huh?– Oh– I didn’t take a nap?”
“Really? I saw you asleep on the floor of Peter’s room?”
You shake your head ‘no’, she just shrugs it off and goes back to her book.
After drinking some water and eating some crackers, you go back to wait for Peter in his room.
You lay on the bed, hugging the pillow tight to your chest. The scent of Peter making you smile.
“I really have to tell him today,” you said to yourself. It’s been a few weeks since you found out and so far the only one that knows is your mom, who I should say, is very supportive and excited to have a grandchild. Your family was always chill with anything, so you weren’t afraid of them. You were afraid of what Peter might say, and what Aunt May would do. Aunt May is the sweetest but, when it comes to Peter’s safety, well, let’s just say her mom’s instinct kicks in.
You though for quite a while, it’s now or never.
You got up, throwing the pillow into his bunk. You were on your way to confess to Aunt May.
Aunt May has always loved you, ever since you and Peter got together at homecoming. You know, before he stormed off and left you. But before that, we were best friends. So of course, you knew it was for Spider-Man duties that he left you in a middle of a dance.
“Hey, Aunt May. Ca– Can I talk t– to you?”
She looks up at you and smile, putting her book down on the coffee table, she took her legs off of the couch patting it for you to sit down.
“What’s up honey bun?”
“Can– can you keep a secret? As of right now at least..”
“Sure thing. What is it?”
“Pr– omise not to get mad?”
She smiles, holding out her pinky.
You let out a sigh, hooking your pinky onto hers.
“Promise,” she says.
You clear your throat, taking your phone case off of your phone. There was three small pieces of the same sized paper inside.
You grab one of them and hand it to her.
“Here, I– I think you should have this.”
She lets out an airy laugh, “what is it?”
You tilt your head up, motioning for her to flip the white paper over.
She does it, speechless when she sees the image.
“Congratulations, o– on being a Grandma…”
She smiles, slowly bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. Muffling a sob.
Tears formed in her eyes as she looks at you.
“You’re not mad, right?”
She takes her hand off of her mouth, looking at you, laughing with joy.
“Oh my– (Y/n)! I– I– don’t know what to say!”
You can hear the joy in her voice. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing she’s happy for you and not mad whatsoever.
“Does Peter know?”
You were about to answer her question but is interrupted.
“Does Peter know what?”
You both turn to the door, Peter staring at you two crying messes confusedly.
“What’s going on?”
Aunt May, with tears down her face, walks up to Peter, grabbing his face and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
“I’m happy for you,” she turns to look at you, “for the both of you.”
Then, she was gone, off to her room.
Peter watch her leave, then looks at you confused.
“What the heck is going on?”
“H– how was the training?” You said the last part quietly, Aunt May thought he was at a study group with some classmates.
“It was alright, now what’s going on?”
“Let’s go to your room. Go change and stuff first. You stink.”
Peter lets out an amused laugh, hugging you, “here, now you’ll smell as stinky as me!”
After Peter got out of the shower, he walked up to you, wearing nothing but a towel, while drying his hair with another towel.
You lay sideways on the bed, “hurry up and put some clothes on, I’m gonna end up falling asleep before I even get to tell you what happened.”
By knowing how fast you can fall asleep, Peter puts his pajamas on in a snap.
You felt more confident in telling Peter after you told Aunt May, since she was extra super duper happy about it. You thought Peter would be happier than her, if it was even possible.
He jumps on the bed, on top of you. You grunt once his body hits you.
“Owwwww, get off! You’re too heavy,” you laugh.
He shifts to a more comfortable position next to you, hugging you close.
“Wait, I should take a video of this,” you say standing up, getting out of his hold. Peter lays there sad and confused.
“I didn’t get to take a video when I told Aunt May.” you ran around, getting your camera and tripod.
“Told her what?”
“Be patient, hold on,” you say, struggling to put your camera on the new tripod you bought.
You click the recording button once you got it to a good angle, jumping back on the bed, sitting in front of Peter.
“Wh– what’s going on? Why are you filming this?”
“You know,” you said, ignoring him and saying what’s currently on your mind, “if someone was to walk in, this would totally be embarrassing.”
He laughs, but you were serious.
Grabbing your phone again, doing the same thing you did before, you turn to Pete.
“This is what I showed Aunt May.”
He grabs the small sheet of paper.
At first he doesn’t know what it is but he soon gets it.
“Wait… are you?”
You nod, pointing to the small circle on the picture.
“See that little Pea? That smol little bean?”
“That’s our little baby.”
“You mean? You’re pregnant? Wi– with my child?”
You smack his shoulder, “Duh! Who else’s baby would it be!”
“I know I know, I’m just–.”
Before he could say anything else, the door burst open.
“Did you tell him!”
Aunt May stood at the door, jumping up and down.
“Yes May, I told him.”
“Are you as excited as I am?” Aunt May tells Peter.
“You’re okay with it?”
“Heck yeah! I’m gonna be a Grandma!”
“That is so weird for you to say,” Peter says, calmly.
You turn to him, with a sad voice you say, “are you not excited? Or happy? I thought you would be…”
Tears began to form in your eyes as Peter looks at you with a worried expression.
May’s enthusiasm disappeared as well, she crossed her arms over her chest as she look at Peter, waiting for him to say something.
“I– I’m just worried. That’s all.”
“About a baby. We’re on our last year of high school. We have more important things to do. I still have that Stark Internship after all.”
Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6x12.
Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6x12. Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare. Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.
The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.
He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.
Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.
oh my god the first time harry and louis spooned:
• squeezed impossibly close together in an xfactor bunk, giggling silently so as not to wake anyone
• a shy kiss goodnight, followed by another few kisses goodnight
• harry says he should probably get back to his own bunk
• and louis doesn’t want him to leave so he says, “stay”
• and harry blushes bright red and then whispers that he can’t like, “there’s no room lou how are we supposed to sleep”
• but louis is having none of it and literally begs him to stay (although it doesn’t take much begging at all because harry doesn’t want to go either)
• and so they try to go to sleep all squished together, and it gets not-fun hot really fast and they kick off the blankets and wriggle around trying to get comfortable
• they’re both huffing and maybe just a little considering giving up and then…harry turns onto his side to tug at the blankets some more and louis turns to ask him what’s up…and then:
• they’re spooning. and louis’ arm is slung over harry’s waist, and harry’s shoulders are tucked against louis’ chest and they can hear each other’s breaths.
• and they fit and it’s still just this side of too snug because it’s a tiny fucking bunk but it’s okay because they can lace fingers and fall asleep and that’s that
• in the morning, they wake up in virtually the same way and they’re a bit cramped and stiff but neither of them care
• one of the boys sees them and snorts and says, “harry you’re a little spoon?”
• and harry says “i’m louis’ little spoon” and cranes his neck to give louis an off center kiss and louis smiles and says “and i’m harry’s big spoon”
jughead is in prison and meets betty through a penpal programme
“Jones. Mail time.”
Jughead jones looked up from his bunk, peering over his worn out edition of “Howl”. He never got mail, not anymore. People had stopped trying, friends had given up, family never cared. Nobody loves a criminal.
Rykers island was one of the worst federal state penitentiaries in all of New York and Jughead Jones was one of their most frequent inmates. The dark haired 25 year old had been in and out of prison since they day he turned eighteen, being a part of the Notorious Southside gang “The Serpents” jail was something written in the stars, he was currently finishing up a three year stint for drug distribution. Unlike his gang mates, he wasn’t proud. He didn’t want this life, didn’t even choose it, he was born into it, molded by his father from the time he was five years old.
That brought him back to the current situation, no one would write him letters, he’d told his sister he didn’t want her having any part of the jail system and his gang members were either alongside him in jail or merely didn’t care. His mother had left him when he was younger and his father had a gang to run.
“You sure it’s for me John?” Jughead entered the mail room, his hands shoved in his pockets as the older guard handed him a tiny white envelope with a floral stamp in the right hand corner, the hand writing distinctly feminine.
“Sure is Jughead, never smelt a letter so pretty, you got someone sweet on you at home?” The seventy Year old southern man grinned as Jughead blushed and shoved the letter into his grey body suit.
“Nah. Probably spam.” He threw a lazy wave and practically sprinted back to his bunk, dropping back onto the bed and removing the letter from his pocket.
“Smells good, don’t know what that old mans talking about.” Jughead mumbled, pausing a moment before looking around quickly and shoving the envelope under his nose. Well damn, it did smell good.
Peaches and vanilla, kind of like the smoothies they had at the gas stations back home. He scanned over the handwriting, his eyes landing in the name written in the corner.
134 Elm Street
Who the hell was Betty Cooper and why was she writing him a letter? He sighed deeply, nothing good could come from a letter, more bad news, maybe his father had kicked the bucket finally and this was one of his many women letting Jughead know.
Jughead tore the letter open, slicing through it like a pro.
“Dear Jughead Jones,
Hello! My name is Betty Cooper and I’m from Riverdale Ohio. I know that this is very strange, to be receiving a letter from an absolute stranger! I should start off by saying I recieved your name from a pen pal program my school is doing for the fall semester. I should also start off by saying I am 24 years old and not a student, I teach first grade. Now, I have to admit I was very hesitant to allow my students to do this penpal program, I mean first graders writing to felons? It’s a bit odd don’t you think? Never the less my boss insisted so here we are! I do not know anything about you, much as you do not know anything about me! I hope to change that though, I do hope you answer me. I should tell you a bit about myself. I grew up in Riverdale and went to community college where I got my teaching certification, I love my job but it is only part time. I also own a bakery in town, most of my efforts go to perfecting my cakes and cookies! Perhaps I can send you some? If you like sweets that is. Oh I really hope you do. I do not have any animals but I’m in the market to get a dog! I just bought my very first house! (Very exciting) well that’s all I can think of for this letter, please write back about yourself! I hope to hear from you very soon Jughead Jones. Stay safe and be loved
- Betty Cooper”
Jughead traced the words on the paper, his fingers looping over her swirly cursive, she was eccentric and quirky and he could almost feel the sunshine she put out into the world. He found himself wanting to know more about her, it was an odd feeling… to care for someone. He wouldn’t write back, he couldn’t write back. What would he say? Hi, this is Jughead, I rob banks and sell drugs. Dropping the letter over his face Jughead sighed.
Pathetic. He was pathetic.
He placed the letter on his bedside table.
He would keep it but he wouldn’t write back.
Two hours later Jughead was covered in crumpled paper as he held up a page long letter and shoved it into an envelope.
What’s the worst thing that could happen?
Hey I kinda really like this. Possible multichapter?
Uni roomate AU hate sex? And d and p hate each other and are free to love together, not even the first day there Phil gets cocky ad starts getting in Dan's face, lots f sexual tension and kinks?
Warnings!! Smut: Daddy kink, Dom! Phil, degradation, dirty talk, hate sex, angry fucking, witty banter, etc etc.
~When Dan found out he was put into the same room as Phil Lester on the first day of university, he was less than thrilled to say the least. Ever since they met the year before, they had never seemed to get along. And now that university was starting up again, Dan was put in the same room on him since they both needed a roommate.
~Phil Lester came bruiting in, throwing his duffle bag across the room and sitting on the top bunk. His hair was messed up in the back but still in is usual fringe, his short sleeved Muse T-shirt showing each one of his tattoos off, his ripped skinny jean clad legs swinging off the top bunk as he watched Dan unpack.
~Dan was bent over, folding and putting clothes into his bottom drawer. He hadn’t been paying mind to his position, not noticing Phil watching his ass move. “You know.” Phil said after a moment, watching Dan more for a second before continuing. “If you weren’t such a fuckin’ prude, you’d be someone I’d definitely consider fucking.”
~Dan rolled his eyes, snapping back into an upright position, looking at Phil. “Was that supposed to be some fucked up compliment? And they say romance is dead.”
~Phil chuckled and starts cracking his knuckles as he spoke. “Romance? You couldn’t pay me to date you. Putting up with your whining bitch self? I’d kill myself.” He chuckled. “But that ass. That’s something special. You get laid often?” He asked.
~Dan chuckled bitterly, crossing his arms and looking at him. “Even if I was what business of yours is it?” Dan replied, his time sharp and snarky. “I’ve heard you’re a promiscuous type.” Phil commented, smirking at him.
~Dan shook his head. “You’re insufferable you know that? I’m not promiscuous. I enjoy my fun.” He said. “Unlike you who fucks everything that has a pulse.”
~Phil shrugged, looking at him and keeping the confident smirk plastered across his face. “Haven’t fucked you yet. Even I have standards.”
~Dan scoffed, looking at him back and giving him an angry glare. “Yeah like you could fuck me. I’m a bit above the bar of cheap blondes and easy twinks you pick up.”
~Phil shrugged and got down off the top bunk by jumping, clapping as he walked towards Dan, combat boots hitting the ground hard as he did. “You’re not exactly a prize, Danny.” He smirked. “But you’re definitely fuckable”
~Dan sneered, turning away from Phil as he grew closer, hearing his steps stop. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bullying, punk ass man whores.” Dan said and Phil chuckled.
~Phil shrugged and moved to pull the back of Dan’s hair. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?” He smirked. “Because you wanna keep talking, I’ll knock your teeth down your fucking throat.” He threatened and Dan turned around once he let go, glaring, angry. “You couldn’t even if you fucking tried.” He said.
~Phil smirked again and shrugged. “Have it your way.” He said, grinning before punching Dan straight in the chin, knocking him back.
~Dan coughed, jaw grit in pain and glaring at Phil from where he was on the floor, lunging up to knock him down, trying to swing and missing, getting hit again.
~Dan groaned loudly, leaning back on the floor, only a few feet away from Phil on the linoleum floor. “You look oddly hot right now.” Phil commented.
~Dan wiped his mouth, his jaw and cheek already starting to bruise. “Right. Why are you flirting with me after hitting me twice?” He chuckled, trying not to try and hit him again, knowing he couldn’t.
~Phil shrugged and waited a moment before getting up, moving between Dan’s legs. Dan didn’t know what he was doing until he felt a hand wrap around his throat hard, Phil’s lips on his moving fast.
~Dan kissed back, unsure why as the pressure on his neck tightened, gasping for air. Phil moved his tongue passed Dan’s lips, exploring his mouth and pinning him to the ground with his body weight, still gripping his neck.
~Phil let go, moving an arm under Dan’s waist to pull them chest to chest, pulling away from the kiss and burying his face in his neck, starting to kiss and nip at the soft skin. “I hate you so fucking much.” He mumbled against his skin.
~Dan moaned quietly, his legs moving around Phil’s waist tightly. “Yet you’re kissing me.” He commented and Phil gripped his waist tightly, biting down particularly hard and earning a loud moan from the writhing boy under him.
~Phil growled, moving his hands up under Dan’s shirt, roaming his chest to his lower back, holding him close as he went to work bruising his neck. He moved back, pulling dan up with him in his lap as he rested back on himself.
~Dan moved with him languidly, easily giving in and being submissive. “F-fuck.” He mumbled, feeling his lips on his sensitive neck.
~Phil moaned quietly against his skin as Dan instinctively started grinding into him in the position they were in. His hands wandered down, grabbing his ass and groaning. “You’re so fucking stupid but god damn.” He groaned.
~Dan chuckled breathlessly through a moan. “Degrade me Daddy.” He smirked, feeling the grip tighten and making him gasp. “Oh I intend to.” Phil spoke lowly and Dan shuddered.
~Quick, Phil stood up, slamming Dan into the wall and kissing him again, roughly, hard and passionate, lust and hate filling the room, tension thick as the two kissed. Tongues clashing, hips moving against each other, high pitched moans from Dan echoing off the walls.
~Phil moved them once more, slamming Dans body into the bed and pulling off his shirt as quick as he could manage before going back to Dan, lips molding to his perfectly.
~Dan moved his arms around his neck, hand lacing through his hair and pulling as they kissed. “Daddy..” he groaned slightly, moaning into his mouth when he started to palm Dan over his jeans, putting pressure on his already aching erection.
~Phil popped the button of Dan’s jeans, getting down the zipper quickly all while having his mouth on Dan’s. His hand moved under his boxers, taking him in hand and stroking him slowly.
~Dan pulled back, choking out a quiet moan at the contact, feeling Phil’s hand tug and jerk his cock, thumb swiping through his slit each time he came up, flicking his wrist as he sped up.
~Dan arched his back off the mattress, giving in to Phil’s touch. “Such a worthless slut.” He chuckled, watching Dan squirm under him in pleasure. “Letting someone you can’t fucking stand touch your cock, make you feel good.” He smirked and pulled back his hand, looking at him. “Get up and strip, or you’ll be punished.” He instructed.
~Dan wanted to argue as make a smart remark but went against it, standing up and doing as told. Phil watched him, seeing his shirt and pants hit the ground quick.
~Once Dan had stripped, Phil pulled him into his lap and moved his hands down to grip his ass tightly. “Lube?” He asked and dan nodded eagerly, pointing to the cupboard by the bed. Phil reached over, pulling out the small pink bottle. “Princess has a vibrator.” He smirked and popped the cap.
~Dan blushed brightly, shaking his head. “Fuck you” he tried and Phil chuckled, two fingers pressing to Dan’s entrance now. “I’m gonna.” He smirked.
~Phil pushed in two fingers, feeling Dan tighten around the digits, already starting to bounce against them with need. Dan bit his lip, hands resting against Phil’s lower stomach as he moved himself along Phil’s fingers, trying to fuck himself back and moaning quietly.
~Phil smirked and slowly started to stretch him, searching for his spot. Dan moaned loudly, falling forward, burying his face in Phil’s shoulder. Phil rubbed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, prodding into it over and over again after a while, properly fingering Dan once he was stretched enough.
~Phil got harder and harder at the sight. Dan was fucking himself down, riding his fingers, making obscene noises, moaning and begging. “Daddy please.” Dan sobbed after a moment. “Want your cock.” He tried.
~Phil chuckled, still moving his fingers in and out of him roughly, hitting his spot continuously. “Fucking hell such a needy bottom.” He smirked, pulling out his fingers and hearing Dan whine at the loss.
~Phil undid his jeans, looking at Dan and biting his lip. “I bet you’re gonna swallow my cock with such a tight cunt.” He smirked, grabbing the lube and coating over himself with it quickly.
~Dan babbled incoherently, feeling his body well up with desperation as Phil’s tip pressed into him slightly. He slowly sunk down, groaning loudly at the stretch of his cock. “Fuck! Daddy!” He cried out, hearing Phil hiss at the tightness.
~Phil moved his hands in his hips, groaning lowly, his voice gruff, the heat in his stomach building up as Dan slid up and down his length, starting to bounce after a minute.
~Dan moaned loudly, feeling Phil hit his prostate each time he bounced down hard. “Please. Talk to me daddy!” Dan cried out as he rolled his hips slow, getting speed again quick.
~Phil groaned and nodded, leaning back and watching Dan move. “Fuck you’re so tight. For a pathetic desperate whore you know how to take my cock, riding me so good. Pretty tight little ass, swallowing my length each time you go down, making such fucking slut noises.” He got out, letting out a low moan and fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, enjoying the feeling.
~Dan kept whining, his voice breaking as his hips moved quickly. “Daddy please…let me cum please.” He begged softly and Phil chuckled.
~Phil reached between his legs, kissing him firmly and moving to stroke over him firmly. “Cum for me. Cum like a good slut, make your pretty noises for me.” He bucked up, trying to get himself closer.
~Dan nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, crying out as he came, white ribbons spraying across his stomach, his hips moving still, purposely over stimulating himself and fucking himself back as he rode out his orgasm.
~Phil groaned out, Dan clenching tightly around him as he slowed down, pushing him over the edge until he came hard, deep inside the brunette male.
~They rested against each other panting, slowly falling back and laying down. “Maybe I don’t hate you that much.” Dan mumbled tiredly, and all Phil could do was giggle as they passed out together, not thinking about what came next.
A/N: I’m doing much better. This is actually the worst thing I’ve ever written. Sorry anon!