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Savages

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts 

Originally posted by enochianess

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Honorary tag: @tesseractbucky because I somehow seem to keep kicking you off this thing (not on purpose, I promise!) This way it’ll hopefully not happen again!

Summary: As a high-end fashion designer you’re living an extensively comfortable life. When your relationship of six years ends, you’re not too happy to see your newly-ex on the arm of another woman directly after; which is part of the reason you don’t mind running in to two men, who seem to have some exciting plans with you. As a woman who always gets what she wants, you immediately recognise men who are used to that exact same thing, and you’re more than happy to be the one to put them in their place.

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Strawberry Wine - Part 1: Restless Summer

Characters: Y/N (Reader), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Benny Lafitte, Reader’s mom (mentioned)

Pairing: Eventually Dean x reader

Warnings: Age gap (bare with me just read it), mention of character death, loss of parent, abandonment, very sexy looking Dean, insecurities (mostly caused by youth),  

Wordcount: 3400ish

A/N: I am really excited about this series! The first 4 parts will be based off Deana Carter’s Strawberry Wine which also titled the series. The next too on Dean Brody’s Another Man’s Gold and Zac Brown Band’s Chicken Fried. It is a story of unlikely love and it beating the odds basically. Fluffy mostly, with a few tears and some smut.

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Thanks to @for-the-love-of-dean and @mysupernaturalfics fics for betaing (read: Sass for Rach’s concern) this for me. You girls rock.

You watched the pine trees rush by the windows of the tour bus. You were coming home, back to your family and you took a deep breath and let out a small sigh as you like so many times before recalled your summer 10 years ago.

You thought about the young man that had worked on your grandfather’s farm that year. Your finger’s instinctively found your wrist and your started twisting your silver bracelet as you let your mind wander.

The old black muscle car he drove everywhere. Green eyes and freckles. A smile that made any girl weak in the knees. Smart and caring.

“That’s beautiful. A new song?” Charlie, one of your backup singers fell down in the seat next to you.

“What?” You send her a confused look. You hadn’t realized you had been singing and Charlie grinned at you as she started singing a few of the lines back to you.

“I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.

When one restless summer we found love growing wild.

On the banks of the river on a well beaten path,

It’s funny how those memories they last.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write a fic about wynonna walking in on Waverly and Nicole in the barn instead of willa? I feel like she may have been a bit kinder

This is my last fic for a while!!! I got to basic training in 5 days, so I won’t be able to write prompts or anything for a few months, but if you’re patient enough, send me recs and stuff in my ask box and I’ll get to them when I am out!!! I hope you like this one!


“I’m exhausted.” Physically, psychologically, soulfully. Waverly doesn’t say it aloud, but she knows she doesn’t have to for Nicole to understand. Nicole can read her like an open book, something Waverly wasn’t used to.

“Hey.” Nicole breathes quietly. She starts towards the bed Waverly sits on and climbs to sit beside her.

Nicole glides her fingers across her shoulder, and the tingle they send down Waverly’s spine is something she still hasn’t gotten used to, and she hopes she never does. But she doesn’t express that; she shows no sign of affection. There’s just so much crap on her table, floor, ceiling, everywhere, lately for Waverly to relax with Nicole in this moment. It’s the first time they finally get alone time in weeks, yet Waverly can’t bring herself to loosen up and appreciate this rare moment. So when Nicole leans in to press a kiss to Waverly’s neck, she reflexively pulls away. If her mind was even a little less occupied than it has been, she would have actually felt guilty for the action, but the exhaustion that’s overwhelmed her has her in a state of nothingness.

Nicole pulls back to get a better look at her, and Waverly can feel her brown eyes on her.

“I know, baby.”

It’s those three delicately said words that gets a reaction from Waverly. She doesn’t know, Waverly thinks. She doesn’t know in the slightest bit just how exhausted she is. She may know the outline of it, but the details are all wrong for Nicole. She doesn’t know about the revenants, she doesn’t know about the curse, she doesn’t know about Willa being in a demon lead cult all these years after being snatched away by other demons, she doesn’t know the real reason for why Waverly was even in a situation in which she would get shot. Nicole doesn’t know any of those details, because her own… girlfriend?… is hiding the truth from her. She has no idea, and it kills Waverly to hide it all from her. In a way, Nicole is part of the reason Waverly is so damn exhausted.

But Nicole is here, and she’s not going anywhere, and she’s trying, and she wants to know, and even though she doesn’t know the details, she knows enough to know what Waverly needs even when she Waverly herself doesn’t know. And right now, as Nicole swipes Waverly’s hair to the side and places a soothing kiss to her neck again, Waverly realizes she needs Nicole close by her. She needs Nicole in every way right now; in the ways they’ve been, and the ways she’s been too nervous to pursue until now.

So Waverly finally reacts with the turn of her head in the direction of Nicole. When she kisses her, it’s slow and she wishes it could convey everything she wants to say to Nicole. All of the secrets, all of the lying, all of the stories with important parts withheld.

Her feels for her.

Nicole’s own messages in the kiss are clear to Waverly. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I will take whatever you can give me. Trust me.

It doesn’t take long until Waverly wants more than Nicole’s giving her, and she finds herself pulling off the officer’s purple knitted sweater.

“Yeah?” Nicole asks, and Waverly knows exactly what she’s asking for: Permission. Unlike usual when Nicole asks Waverly if she’s sure about it, and makes Waverly hesitate until Nicole deems her not ready to take it that far, this time, Nicole simply asks permission. Because Nicole knows Waverly, and she knows that now is not the time to question whether Waverly is ready or not. She knows this is what Waverly wants, and she’s going to give it to her. But it’s Nicole, and if Waverly wasn’t so distracted with her lips and what they’re doing, she’d laugh at just how much Nicole is being… well, Nicole. Even when the signs are so obviously there to just take the damn shirt off, she’s still taking care of Waverly and keeping her in her comfort zone. She still asks permission, and it melts Waverly’s heart to know just how perfect and caring Nicole is to her.

Waverly can’t manage to get any words through her mouth, so she nods her head yes for Nicole, and the next thing she knows, her button up shirt is hanging from her hand. Now was not the time to wonder how many girls Nicole has been with for her to be able to take off a button up shirt without actually unbuttoning it or getting it stuck around Waverly’s head, so she’ll just question her later.

The kissing is heated and Waverly thinks if Nicole doesn’t touch her where she needs her the most soon, she’s going to explode. Nicole’s hands are at her pants button and Waverly feels when she unbuttons them. They pull apart to focus on pulling down her skinny jeans when Nicole suddenly pulls away.

“Shit.” She breathes out in a panicked voice.

“What the hell??” Wynonna’s voice behind her has Waverly spinning around so fast she loses her balance. Nicole is there to keep her from flying off of the bed, and they sit on the mattress staring at a wide eyed Wynonna.

“Wynonna!” Waverly says awkwardly.

“Waverly? Nicole?” Wynonna’s finger is pointing between the two half dressed women in front of her, piecing the puzzle together slowly. “Since when…?”

Waverly can’t help the eye roll she makes at how oblivious her sister has been all these months. She’s still nervous for Wynonna’s reaction, but the fact that she hasn’t fumed about it yet makes Waverly feel safe. “Four months, Nonna.”

“Wha– Four months?? You hid this from me for four months??” Her voice is filled with surprise and a bit of hurt.

“I didn’t hide this from you, Wynonna. I just didn’t flat out tell you, ‘hey, I’m with Nicole romantically’.” Waverly argues back.

“There were no signs!” Wynonna exclaims.

“I have to go–” Nicole starts, grabbing her sweater and slipping it on. The glare she receives from the small Earp, however, keeps her from leaving the bed. “I’m just gonna– I’m gonna stay here, yeah.”

Her attention back on the open mouthed Wynonna, Waverly stands up and grabs her shirt. “There were plenty of signs! I’m pretty sure there are a bunch of people in this town that know! Dolls, Doc, Gus, Amy from the coffee shop.”

“It’s true,” Nicole says with the nod of her head. “The boys at the office know about it and I didn’t go out of my way to tell them. Even little old lady Ms. Barbara baked us cupcakes once to congratulate us.”

“That was so sweet of her.” Waverly says to Nicole at the reminder. Nicole smiles back at her, almost forgetting they were just caught making out shirtless by Waverly’s sister.

“It was, wasn’t it? What a nice lady.”

“Wait, Doc and Dolls know??” Wynonna interrupts their moment. “And Barbara baked you cupcakes?? What the hell, she didn’t bake me anything when I brought her drunk nephew home from a bar fight that one time! I’m the reason he didn’t get arrested!”

“You were also the reason he was in the bar fight, Wynonna.” Waverly counters.

Wynonna rolls her eyes at the small unnecessary information. “That’s not the point. Why didn’t you tell me, Waverly?”

Waverly sighs, taking a good look at the hurt in Wynonna’s eyes. “It’s not like I was keeping it from you, Wynonna. I just… I didn’t want you to be not cool with it.”

“Not cool with you and Officer Haughty together?” Wynonna asks. “Do you really think I would be upset? What, just because she’s a girl?”

Waverly looks down, slightly ashamed that she thought Wynonna would have a negative reaction to her being with another girl. Deep down she knew that wasn’t the case. Wynonna was the most accepting person she knew. She was just… scared.

“Literally, Nicole is a hundred trillion times better than Chump or any other guy in this shit pot town. Hell, if I had known you were into girls, I’d have tried to hook you two up too! And you know what, Haught,” Wynonna focuses her attention on Nicole. “I totally should have known you were into the V instead of the D! You told me my ass was top shelf! Damn, I’m so dumb!”

Waverly turns her head to look at Nicole, her gaze a questioning glare. Nicole was definitely in for it later.

“I totally get it now! ‘Do chicks’, you spending so much time with Officer Haught-Pants, all those bathroom breaks at the office. Holy shit, I was so oblivious!” Wynonna smacks her palm to her forehead.

“Yeah, we kinda made it into a game to see how long it would take for you to catch on.” Nicole says, earning a whack on her leg from Waverly.

“I’m happy for you, Waverly.” Wynonna says with a smile and a wink. “Come inside the house so I can do some big sis threatening to Haught-For-My-Baby-Girl here.”

Waverly groans, but takes Nicole’s hand and pulls her off of the bed to follow Wynonna.

“But next time you want to get freaky-deaky on Doc’s bed, just know you’re not the first ones to do so.”

30 Day OTP Challenge: exR - Day Three: Pick-up Lines

Day One || Two 

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Grantaire hands the cup over to the cute blonde with a smile. ‘I’m sorry about Marius, he’s just… he doesn’t know how to flirt and instead makes weird noises before he runs away.' 

The young woman lets out a chuckle in reply, shaking her head as she adds a sachet of sweetener to the saucer that the large mug sits on. 'No, don’t worry about it. I found it rather cute.' 

She digs into her satchel bag that’s slung over her shoulder and pulls out a pen and a piece of paper. She then jots something down and Grantaire watches her with a small frown. 'Tell him that talking through text may be easier at first, and if he is interested… here is my number.' 

She hands Grantaire the piece of paper which has her number scrawled beneath her name; Cosette

'Oh my God, seriously? This is your real number?’ Grantaire questions as he stares at Cosette with a sceptic frown on his face. He runs his free hand through his hair, ruffling his black curls as Cosette nods her head in reply. 

Wow,’ Grantaire lets out a low whistle before he chuckles, vaguely aware of the bell above the door chiming, signalling that someone has entered the coffee shop. 'I never thought I’d see the day I’d be craving Marius Pontmercy’s flirting techniques!' 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt where Beth and Daryl sneak of for a swim and some alone time and get caught by someone. Not sure who, but mostly like by the prison group. :)

WARNING: SMUT 

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Beth felt disgusting. All she wanted to do was take a long hot shower, but she was out in the middle of nowhere with the whole group. As she swatted another fly away from her face, Daryl walked into view. She smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted to do with the rest of her night.

When everyone in the group was sitting in a circle telling war stories, Beth tried her hardest to get Daryl’s attention. No one in the group knew about them yet, and now was not the time to bring it up. Seeing her only option, she stood up slowly and walked around the circle to where Daryl sat, sharpening his knife. She bent down as if she had dropped something and whispered in his ear. His face perked up immediately, watching as Beth walked away from the group and silently calculating how long he needed to wait so as to not rouse suspicion among the group. 

He waited as long as he possibly could before sneaking away, making sure that no one decided to follow him. Once he had cleared a few trees, he broke into a sprint.

When he reached the small lake, all he could see was Beth’s silhouette as the sun had started to set. He stripped off his clothes and boots and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.

“Damn baby, you stink,” he said quietly. Beth grabbed hold of his arm, stepped away from him and pushed him so that he fell face first into the water.

He came up splashing as if he hadn’t expected such a poor response to his comment. “I was jokin’!” he whispered loudly, and Beth’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter. 

She slowly entered the cool water, sighing in relief as she felt it wash over her sticky body. She closed her eyes and fell back, floating as her hair spread out behind her. For a few moments, Daryl did the same. They just let the clean water rinse the dirt away. 

After a few minutes, Beth decided that she was clean enough and she needed to take advantage of her very naked boyfriend floating only feet away. Daryl had waded to more shallow water and was on his knees splashing cold water on his face. While his eyes were still closed, Beth stood above him and pushed down on his shoulders so that she could straddle his waist. His eyes shot open just in time for her lips to crash into his, her fingers pulling at his dripping hair. He brought his hands to her hips, lifting her away from him just long enough to position himself at her entrance. They both hissed as he lowered her down and their eyes met. Beth moaned and her head fell back as she savored the moment. It had been too long since she had felt him inside of her, and she did not want to let it end too quickly. Daryl kissed from her neck to between her breasts, returning to her mouth just as he hips began to move against his. 

“You want somethin’ baby?” he asked coyly, kissing her on the nose.

“Please, Daryl,” she whimpered, and he knew she couldn’t wait much longer.

“Alright, darlin,’ whatever you want,” he moved the two of them to the most shallow part of the water so that he could lay Beth’s head on the shore. He started slow, knowing that they wouldn’t have an opportunity to really slow it down in the near future, but once she started pulling his hair and arching her back, he picked up the pace, groaning against her mouth. 

He could feel her tighten and he knew he had to move faster to keep up with her. She moaned loudly as she came down, Daryl following close behind. He kissed her softly and she smiled. He collapsed beside her, realizing that they should probably head back to camp.

A twig snapped in the distance and Daryl jumped up and grabbed his crossbow, ready to blow the brains out of the walker when Glenn emerged.

“Daryl!” he yelled quietly, unable to make out the two silhouettes in front of him. “Oh, hey Daryl- Oh my- What am I looking at- Seriously Daryl?" 

At this point, Daryl realized that he was completely naked and wet and holding a crossbow. He quickly lowered it to cover what he could, but when he looked back to Glenn to give an explanation, he saw confusion and horror in his eyes. He was looking at Beth. Very naked Beth, who was in the water very close to himself. And he was also naked. 

"Holy shit.” he said, eyes wide as he looked between the pair. “Maggie is gonna freak!” he turned and ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

“No, Glenn!” Beth yelled, but it was too late. Their secret was about to be exposed. Much like Daryl was right now. He dropped his crossbow and sunk back down next to Beth. She was smiling.

“What’s so funny?” he asked gruffly, studying her features.

“I can’t believe Glenn just saw you naked." 

Me, about a male character or celebrity I love: look at this dork… this smol precious idiot… can this asshole get any cuter… my son how I love you

Me, about a female character or celebrity I love: HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCK. OH MY GOSH. WHEN WILL THIS DIVINE CREATURE FUCKING ANIHILATE ME. JUST. SHOVE YOUR ENTIRE LEFT LEG UP MY ASS AND STAB ME IN TH EYE. THIS IS WHY I WAS BORN. I WOULD DIE FOR HER. I WOULD KILL FOR HER. EITHER WAY WHAT GLORY.

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30 days of Krista and Becca Ritchie: day twenty five ~ a headcanon a calloway moment

“I don’t think girls can jack off,” Lily tells her, collecting her bearings. She tries to act more confident, straightening up.

Daisy swings her legs, hitting the cabinets below with her high laced boots. I would care more about the scratching the wood if this was my house. But it’s practically Scott’s. So scuff away, Daisy. “You’re totally right.” She nods. “I guess it would be like rubbing one out?”

“Girls can jill of,” Lily says.

“What?” Daisy and I say in unison.

“You know…” Lily turns bright red again, only her flush looks like an allergic reaction. Red splotches her arms and neck. Her eyes flit to the camera and then back to us. “Jack and Jill went up the hill. Guys can jack off. Girls can jill off.”

Daisy cracks up laughing, hitting her leg with each full-bellied sound. “Holy shit…that’s awesome.”

I smile too. I love my sisters for so many different reasons.

Between the Dead and the Living -- Oliver/Felicity AU

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Rated T.  Alternate Universe. Reaper!Oliver.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Trigger warning for dead people, but not anyone actually dying. 

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Felicity couldn’t breathe.

She had been wandering the halls of this empty, decrepit house - mansion really - when from out of nowhere, this thing appeared. She couldn’t quite make it out in the darkness, but the shape of it was impressive. It took up the entire hall. It could give t-rex a run for it’s money.

It hissed at her, the decibels increasing until the sound became a screech. A tug came from inside her chest, and her mouth popped open unexpectedly. A bright white ball that spun and glowed drifted between them, like when Ursula stole Ariel’s voice from her. And she should really stop thinking about disney movies at a time like this.

Suddenly, a figure to her right jumped through the window, cascading glass shards around her. The human-like shape snagged the glowy thingy from mid-air, causing the screeching to abruptly shut off. A gloved hand slapped the ball into her sternum, hard enough for the wind to be knocked out. A pull in her gut happened simultaneously, accepting of the bright light thing that had come from her.

“Run.”

He grabbed her hand and took off down the hallway. She had no choice but to follow him. Down the halls, a left and a right, another right, through a sitting room – was that a grand piano?– through to the otherside. The moonlight from the window illuminated his image and she recognized it from the news.

The Vigilante.

She could see the quiver on his back, full of fletched arrows. His suit was green, at least she assumed it was a he, seeing that he was waaay taller than her, and quite bulky. But hey, if it was a girl all the more power to her.

They came to a staircase, but that’s where the trouble was. Stairs had never been her friends, two left feet and all that jazz, but add old, shoddy stairs and it’s a recipe for disaster. One of the steps gave way, and her leg sunk through it. Her other knee crashed down, but the other step thankfully held her weight. A glove shot out and took a hold of her wrist.

“We have to keep moving.” He said, and she could hear the tension in his voice. The fear, hinted with a bit of panic. Whatever that beast was it had him worried.

The Hood tugged her up, as though she was fairly light, but the motion jostled her more. She couldn’t help but scream. Looking down, she saw a large splinter (more like log) jutting out from her thigh. Blood poured from around it.

With a muttered curse that sounded Slavic, he picked her up across his back, legs held in one arm, her hand in another, in a fireman’s carry. He took off running, the motion that made her leg ache more, but she understood that now wasn’t a good time to complain. It was either this or be eaten by the soul monster thing.

Felicity must have blacked out, because the next thing she knew was they were in a graveyard; her back cold against engraved granite. The vigilante was bent over her leg, wrapping what were strips of.. Denim? He must have cut off her pant leg and then fashioned a bandage from the resulting fabric. The bloody stake rested next to her hand.

The sight of her own blood had her heaving over to the side, her stomach revolting. A hand held back her hair, smoothing it away from her face. Felicity coughed when she was done, running her sleeve over her mouth to wipe away the excess.

The man didn’t say anything, dark and somber, just gazing at her. Would it hurt him to say something nice or comforting? Probably.

She sighed. “At least we didn’t die.” She deadpanned, hoping a little gallows humor might strike a reaction out of him.

Which it did. Just not one she was expecting.

“I hate to say this, Felicity–” Wait! How did he know her name? ”– but you’re already dead.”

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(Amy) "Tony!" America calls as soon as she lands inside. She's panting and her clothes are still tainted dark red with blood. "I need a catalogue of your energy energy weapons. Right now."

Tony jerks up as America calls through the penthouse, spinning around to see a star disappearing behind her and her covered in blood.

“Holy shit, Amy,” Tony gapes for a second, before he remembers how to move and vaults the couch.  Lucky pads up to America, sniffing at her leg, then sitting back and whining.  Tony hurries to her, taking her by the shoulders and it takes just a cursory look to realize that America isn’t injured.  He sighs in relief and registers what she’d asked.

He can’t help his suspicious half-step back, glancing at the bedroom, where Clint is passed out after a long mission.  If there’s something wrong with America, first priority is getting him safe.

"Why would you need something like that?  What happened?  Who’s blood is that?”

anonymous asked:

gender swap plssssss

Warning: Smut; Blow jobs, Dan is a girl, first time sex, awkward Phil touching awkward Dan’s boobs for the first time, fluffy smut, very cute sex, etc.

~Dan’s face was red as her and Phil spoke. She had a plan to let Phil do something very special for his birthday. They had been dating about 6 months, and she figured it had most definitely been long enough and he deserved this. She was very embarrassed about it, but she was trying to bring it up in conversation casually as Phil rambled about his favorite type of house plant.

~Phil kept talking, telling her all about his favorite plant. He noticed how distant she seemed but put it off, wanting her to bring it up but eventually he got tired of waiting since he felt bad for her, she looked so nervous. “Baby what’s wrong? It’s my birthday don’t be all bummed out.” He said playfully, leaned against her and bumping his shoulder against hers.

~Dan smiled shyly and moved to look at him, crossing her legs and smiling at him still. “I have a present for you. But I’m really embarrassed about it so promise you won’t laugh or be mean?” She asked him.

~Phil nods, looking at her and pecking her lips softly. “Of course baby. What’s my present then? Whatever it is I’ll love it because it’s from you.” He assured her and pecked her lips a couple times.

~Dan crawls into his lap looking at him in the eyes. “Okay. So for your birthday..I thought I could let you touch my boobs.” She said softly and smiled at him, pushing his hair back. “They aren’t that big or anything so I don’t know if you’ll like them, or something. Because I’m sure they’re too small but I wanna let you touch them because you’re my boyfriend and I want you to be the first person other than me to touch them.” She smiled.

~Phil’s eyes widen a little, and he looks at her. “Baby girl, are you sure?” he asks her quietly, not wanting her to feel pressured to do this. Phil was willing to wait a long time for sex, it doesn’t matter when they had sex, as long as Dan was comfortable. Phil never wanted her to feel pressured.

~Dan smiled at him, nodding slowly, confident in her decision. “Yes. I’m 100% sure. I want you to get to touch them. It’s your birthday and I want you to do it.” She assured him.

~Phil grinned a little, excited and kissing her sweetly for a moment. “Alright baby, if you’re sure. Also, no matter what size they are I swear I’ll love them. So, if you want me too, I’ll touch them. Because I definitely want to, and if you want me too I’m down.” He grinned.

~Dan giggled and nodded, looking at him for a moment and leaning back. She smiled and moved her hands to the top button of her lace flannel shirt, starting to unbutton the tiny buttons slowly.

~Phil waited patiently, the anticipation was almost enough to make him drool. He watched her slowly, seeing the baby blue top of her bra.

~Dan slowly slid her shirt down her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. He blushed when she saw how Phil was looking at her, he looked in bliss and almost drooling on himself. She reached behind her and unhooked the first hook of her bra, the small clip sound making her blush again. She pushed her bangs behind her ear with one hand and went back behind her again, unclipping her the last hook of her bra, slowly sliding it down.

~Phil watched, his eyes flicking across her chest and stomach as he watched the shirt be discarded, and her bra slowly get unhooked. He saw the bra sliding down her chest, Dan holding the end of it by the back strap and dropping it to the ground.

~Dan smiled, moving to take Phil’s hands, her chest on full display. She took his hands, spreading them open and moving them to her chest, gently placing his palms on her chest. “They aren’t very big…only 36 C.” She mumbled and felt Phil’s hands squeeze slightly.

~Phil smiled at her, squeezing softly and moving his hands over them. “Not that big? What the hell?” he chuckled and kissed her, slowly kissing her. “Baby they’re perfect. Thank you for letting me touch them.” He smiled and squeezed them again, moving his thumb over her nipple and flicking over it. “So pretty baby…” He whispered.

~Dan giggled slightly and squeaked, feeling something press into her inner thigh again and blushing when she realized what it was. “Phil!” She squealed a bit. “You..” She flushed pink.

~Phil shrugged bashfully, looking up at her. “Sorry…I got excited. Well, more specifically my dick did and I’m a horny virgin with a hot girlfriend.” He said shyly, moving his hands away.

~Dan shook her head, looking at him. “No it’s okay…uh..it is your birthday. If you want maybe we could uh..” Her ears turned red. Her hair fell into her face again, so she reached over and pushed it behind her ear, looking at Phil shyly. She experimentally moved her hips against his, starting to grind into him slightly.

~Dan kept moving her hips against his, moaning quietly and kissing him. She swiped her tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance and sliding her tongue along his slowly.

~Phil let out a low moan, kissing her back, his hands traveling back up to her chest and squeezing her boobs again lightly. He pulled back from the kiss, cupping her chest in hand and leaning down on, biting one of her nipples slightly, hearing her let out a soft moan.

~Dan leaned back, feeling Phil’s teeth graze over her nipples and biting down softly on the pink flesh. She pushed up Phil’s shirt, pulling it off him as he pulled away and pushed him back onto his back.

~Dan started to kiss down his chest looking up at him, her cheeks were tinted pink, she was still embarrassed about the whole situation, not really having been expecting to go this far but not upset about it either, actually quite excited to be taking Phil’s virginity and loosing hers to him.

~Phil made a slight noise, watching her kiss down his chest. He saw a small lipstick mark from her on his chest, the marks getting lighter as she kissed down.

~Dan reached up, unbuttoning Phil’s jeans and looking up at him. “I’ve never done this…so if it’s bad I’m sorry.” She giggled a little and looked at him. She undid his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers, feeling her eyes widen a bit as she stroked him. She figured this couldn’t be too difficult to do.

~Dan looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed as she stroked over his length. “You’re bigger than I expected..” She whispered shyly before moving to lick around his tip. She moved her tongue around the head of his cock, starting to go lower and gagging slightly. She sucked what she could take, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t take yet.

~Phil moaned quietly, he had never actually had a blow job before so this was an entirely new feeling for him compared to getting himself off. He moaned softly, looking down at her. He moved a hand down, pushing her hair out of his face, looking at her and biting his lip as he watched intently. “That feels really good baby..” He whispered, mostly to himself as he grew near, embarrassed that he wasn’t lasting as long as he had hoped.

~Phil wanted to tell her he was close, but was really shy about it. He was blushy about how he didn’t last very long. Eventually he spoke up. “I’m gonna cum baby…sorry I couldn’t last..” he mumbled.

~Dan pulled off and blushed, a thin stream of her own spit connecting her to Phil’s cock. He stroked his length more, looking up at him. “Want me to stop? And we could…uh, sex?” She asked him.

~Phil leaned back and nodded. “Yes.. I would like that, if you’re ready that is.” He nodded slowly, looking at her.

~She moved her hand away, pulling off and smiling at him. She crawled into his lap, kissing him and reaching down to unbutton her own jeans, shifting out of them and tossing them to the ground with the rest of the discarded clothing, helping Phil out of his jean and boxer’s until they were both completely stripped off all items of clothing.

~Phil smiled at her. “I’m not really sure how to do this…sorry baby.” He blushed at her. He moved to his side, pulling her close and hitching her leg over his hip, slipping his hand between her legs and rubbing her clit slowly. He knew that was a part of foreplay at the very least.

~Dan moaned, the feeling of someone else’s hand between her legs foreign and amazing. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers curling against his cheek and his jaw as she closed her eyes, feeling herself get wet slowly.

~Phil moved his hand lower, rubbing her still and moving his hand away. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked her and saw her nod. “Okay baby…”

~Phil rolled them over again, getting between her legs and moving his length to her. “From my understanding this will hurt…” He warned her. “If you need me to stop, say something.”

~Dan smiled and nodded, looking at him. “Okay, Phil. Don’t worry I want this.” She assured him, her voice confident as she wrapped his legs around his hips tightly,

~Phil nodded, slowly pushing in and trying not to moan, not wanting to be in pleasure when he knew Dan would be hurting.

~Dan felt him push in, the pain already hitting as she felt the skin break. She yelled loudly. “Holy shit you asshole I didn’t know it’d hurt this much!” She yelled and leaned back, closing her eyes tightly.

~Phil bottomed out and kissed her softly. “I’m sorry ah ah fuck I’m sorry!” he panicked a little, pecking her lips over and over again. “I’m sorry is it better yet?” He asked after a moment.

~Dan nodded, after a few minutes the pain subsided. “It’s better owe…Jesus fucking Christ that hurt.” She whispered. “Move..start thrusting.”

~Phil nodded and slowly pulled out, pushing back in and letting out a small moan at the feeling. The tightness swallowed him, the pleasure unknown to him as he started to slowly thrust. He reached down, starting to rub her clit slowly, wanting her to be able to cum. He knew a lot of guys were stereotyped as not letting their girlfriends get off, so Phil wanted to be different.

~Dan moaned quietly, all the pain subsiding as she felt Phil move in and out of her slowly. She buried her face in his neck, her hands going to is hair and griping the dyed hair tightly. Her heels dug into the small of Phil’s back and her moans starting to get louder, filling the room.

~Phil moaned softly, grunting as he thrusted, two of his fingers working over her clit quickly. He felt himself getting close again, remembering the fact that they forgot to put on a condom. He slowed down his thrusts to put off his orgasm, rubbing her slowly and trying to get her to cum first.

~Dan moaned quietly, feeling herself gush a bit over Phil as he thrusted into her, arching her back off the bed and pushing back into Phil. “I fucking love you…I’m so close..” She moaned out.

~Phil moaned back, moving down and kissing her neck, nipping at the skin and kissing down again, biting her nipple.

~Dan let out a high pitch moan, screaming out as she came, panting and whimpering Phil’s name as her legs went tight around him, slowly relaxing and moaning softly, whimpering curses and mumbled of Phil’s name.

~Phil pulled out, stroking himself quickly and leaning up, moaning quietly as he came on her stomach moments later, trying to avoid coming near her vagina. Kids were not something they needed at 17. He moaned slightly as he finished, looking at her and kissing her sweetly.

~She kissed back tiredly and looked at him, smiling, her eyes getting heavy. “That was something..” She whispered, feeling Phil collapse next to her and pull her into a tight cuddle.

~Phil smiled back at her. “That was something I wouldn’t have ever wanted to do with anyone else. I’m so glad you were my first.” He whispered.

~Dan smiled and started to fall asleep. “And I’m glad you were mine too…I love you. I really love you.” She said.

~Phil smiled. “I love you too. More than anything…lets sleep baby girl.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and falling asleep happily, the girl he loved in his arms and his virginity out the window.

A/N: So when my mom gave me the sex talk like a year ago she told me when she lost her virginity she punched the guy in the face and called him an asshole and basically that’s what I incorporated into this hc because I thought it was fucking hilarious, minus the punching. Also sorry if this isn’t what you wanted anon lmaooooooo

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Lara/Sam motorcycle

Sam is introduced to one of Lara’s more dangerous hobbies.

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5pm. I told her the right time, right? I glance at my watch anxiously, fiddle with my purse and tap my fingers against my thigh. 5pm. What if I missed her? Did I tell her 4 instead? I know I was thinking about asking her to come get me at 4…Ah, shit. I really hope that wasn’t my first impression, telling her to come get me at the wrong time then totally looking like I ditched or something. Lara seemed kind of sensitive, too; I really don’t wanna be the source of her anxiety lately. 

We’d only gotten to hang out a handful of times, now. Twice at parties, where I wasn’t hanging out with her so much as with some grade A manmeat, trying to convince her to come onto the dance floor. 

Was I at the right place? I said outside the Fitch on Sicamore, didn’t I? I mean, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t-

Pressure on my left shoulder makes me nearly jump out of my skin.

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onedayyoujustchange replied to your post“*hugs* pass this on to 10 of your favorite followers! Don’t break the…”

Who doesn’t love that hug???

I suppose if you hate puppies and kittens and rainbows and other nice things you wouldn’t like this hug at all right? *snickers*

I mean look at him this Daryl!!! The ‘i’d sooner stab you than hug you’ guy, running into Carol’s arms, hell throwing himself into them with biggest look of joy on his face as he does so. He squeezes her so tight he lifts her off the damn ground. He buries his face in her shoulder and twirls her around like an idiot, hyperventialting as he does so. 

Look at the damn smile on her face, the way he puts his hand in her hair, and the little lady leg kick she does. I mean holy shit, i’ve never seen this kind of of thing in anyone that wasn’t a couple. Honest to freaking God. 

And lets not forget the way they look at each other..

and of course the crying on the shoulder thing…

that slight forhead touch and the look at the end…

HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS?????

You would have to be a hard-hearted person (or have an ulterior motive) to no think this is a beautiful sequence of tow people who totally love each other and missed each other so much that one of them was pratically blubbering tears of joy and nuzzling the others neck..  and she runs her hands down his neck and l he looks at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever ever and she’s just staring right back…

gaaaaaaaaaah the FEEEEEEEEEELS

You are so right it is our Precious and we can’t resist it. Hell I can’t shut up about it..  And i’m not going to… ever.. we loves our preciousssssss yes we do :D

Swan Queen AU: Emma is stuck between Madam Mayor and the Evil Queen

Part 4

After Regina stormed out of the station along with her Enchanted Forest counterpart, Emma stood clueless in the hallway for several moments following the encounter.

Holy shit.

She could hardly believe her luck. One Regina certainly sated to her every whim and desire, but two Regina’s? The other draped in delicate fabric that just screamed dominance and utter peril?

Basically an amazing wet dream in front of me. 

Knowing both would be at City Hall, Emma cautiously went after her version of Regina to try and gain some premise behind her brutally failing case.

Not my fucking fault you are sex on legs in everything you damn well wear.

Emma knocked on the office door nervously, her head spinning and spine still tingling from the way the Queen was looking at her. When her wife finally answered, the Mayor allowed the blonde to enter but stood her ground with irritating fury.

“The Queen we have here is not going to make her exit so simple dear.” Regina muttered quietly to her wife, both of them observing the fiercely dressed Queen toying around with the glasses beside the decanter.

Those are not for you.” The Mayor warned harshly, only to have the Queen toss her long, thick locks over her shoulder and tap impatiently on the glass table.

“This is rather unseemly of you to not offer your guest a drink.” The Queen ranted auspiciously, the powerful seduction in her voice sending heat soaring down to Emma’s warm core. “We treat prisoners with far better decency than what you have shown me today, Regina darling.”

The Mayor took a deep, forgiving intake of breath before approaching the Queen with all the defying might she could muster. She did not have the chance to even begin her speech though, for the Queen immediately butted in, questioning the Mayor directly with her unwavering outburst.

“Tell me dear, is our wife truly that horrible between the silk sheets?”