plunging v neck

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Dan and Phil are roommates in college, Dan's horny and has been begging Phil all day to fuck him and make him cum and Phil finally caves when Dan starts jerking off in the shower while he's trying to do his homework so he puts on a cock ring and fucks dan until he passes out(aftercare too) and they don't go to their first class the next day cuz they're too tired lol overstimulation, cockslut!dan, choking and hairpulling

I also added a weeeeeny bit of daddy!kink and gave Dan a tongue piercing because why not? If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile open in your browser!

When Phil first meets his university roommate, he knows he’s hit the jackpot. The boy who’s sitting on one of the single beds introduces himself as Dan, and suddenly Phil isn’t quite so regretful over his decision to live in one of the cramped one-room suites on campus, rather than paying extra for the more spacious dorms down the road. Dan is gorgeous, to say the least. He has these pretty brown eyes surrounded by fans of long lashes and lovely, dark locks that feather out against his face. His smile is so bright it might not even be an issue that there’s only one tiny window in the cinderblock room and that the lightbulb screwed into the cracked ceiling is basically useless.  He’s classically beautiful – but that isn’t necessarily what makes Phil decide he needs to have him within the first three seconds of knowing him. It’s more likely that every fibre in this boys’ being screams twink. From the way he’s dressed, in skin tight black jeans and a deep plunging V-neck that’s probably two sizes too small, to the way he spreads his long body across the small bed like he’s there for a centrefold shoot. Phil’s staring at his pouty, full bottom lip wondering what it’d look like wrapped around his cock when Dan – on habit, or perhaps something else – pushes the silver ball of his tongue piercing out and gently grips it between his teeth, before retracting it back into his mouth. It’s then that Phil’s want becomes more of a need.

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reoccuring feelings - miniminter imagine pt.2

Originally posted by sdmn-af

warnings; swearing in monologue

pairing; simon x reader

requested; multiple times

word count; 518 words

“and then later we got free movie vouchers as an ‘engagement gift.’“ he continued. 

just as i looked up at him he looked down at me. his eyes flickered from mine to then my lips.

“please kiss me.”

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Unknown King - part VIII

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: It’s been like what? 2 weeks? I am so so sorry! I’ve been really busy with work and school but here it is part 8!

Word count: 1.7 +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI


Originally posted by phaenix

Originally posted by flyngdream

You stood in front of the giant mirror on an elevated platform in your closet. You adjusted the skirt on your two piece dress. The black maxi skirt ended just above your toes, it’s split thigh exposed your leg. The top was also black, it was sleeveless and had a plunging v-neck bodice, the rest was sheer.  The two-piece exposed a small portion of your stomach. Shea had picked out a gold armband to go with the dress. She handed you a pair of black lace-up heels. You slipped them and nodded in approval at your appearance.

This would be your fourth date with Bucky. So far you’ve been to three different restaurants and in each one, Bucky has done something unexpected. He went out to a business meeting early in the day and he hasn’t arrived yet. Shea had reassured you that he’ll arrive soon enough and encouraged you to get ready. Now you were all dolled up and no Bucky. You checked your phone for any signs of calls, text messages or voicemail, but your notifications were dry. You frowned.

“I was informed that Mister Barnes would meet you at the restaurant,” Shea said.

You turned and stepped off the platform, “Then I should get going.”

She nodded, “Trevor has been assigned to drive and assist you in any matter necessary. He will also serve as your protection.”

You nodded meekly, already feeling like this was gonna be a terrible night.

Trevor opened the door for you. You thanked him and stared in awe at the restaurant. The sun was just beginning to go down, casting a golden hue on the reflective glass.

“I’ll be a phone call away if you need me, Miss Y/N,” Trevor said.

You nodded and walked up to the hostess who smiled at you. You forced a smile onto your face, “Barnes, table for 2.”

“Follow me,” She turned and led you to a lonely table at the edge of the restaurant. It was secluded from the other tables. “Will they be accompanying you later on?”

“Yes,” You replied and sat down. “I hope.” You mumbled the last words under your breath.

She nodded, “Would you like something to get you started?”

“Glass of water,” You said.

She left you at the table, you checked your phone once again. No new messages. You huffed and attempted to fill your head with happy thoughts. He’ll be here, you told yourself, he’d never miss out on a date. And even if he wasn’t going to come, he’d shoot you a text. Bucky isn’t the type of stand you up. Right?

After a few minutes, a waiter came back with your glass of water. He gave you a kind smile and asked if you wanted to order your food, you told him you’d wait until Bucky arrived. He nodded and left to attend another table. You picked up your phone and decided to text him.

You: Where are you? I’m at the restaurant


You continued to stare at your screen, expecting him to immediately start typing. Instead, you started nervously drinking the water and in no time you found yourself reaching the bottom. You called the waiter over.

“Can I get a martini with extra alcohol and extra olives,” You said.

He wrote down the order in his notepad and scurried away. You leaned back and felt like people were staring at you. You shuddered and looked around the restaurant. It was dimly lit. Its main colors were red and gold, bathing the room in a royal elegance. You looked out the window, pedestrians were walking by or trying to hail a cab. You turned away when the waiter came back with your drink. You thanked him and immediately began sipping on the edge of the glass.

Forty minutes passed and you were still alone. You had already guzzled down two drinks. Both were packed with alcohol. You sent him another message. In total there were three others that you had sent.

You: I can see that you’re not coming, I’m leaving. See you tomorrow morning, if you’re even there.

You knew you probably shouldn’t have been that harsh but damn! He didn’t even bother to say he wouldn’t make it. He stood you up and you were disappointed, upset, bitter and a bit dizzy. The hostess came around, she gave you sympathetic smile and you returned a sheepish one.

“I think I’m done,” You muttered. “can I get the tab?”

“It’s already paid for,” She said.

“By who?” You asked.

“A gentleman right over there,” She pointed to a sharply dressed man who flashed you a grin when your eyes met. You turned back to the hostess and thanked her for the service. She told you that your two-piece was beautiful. You messaged Trevor to bring the car around. Just as you did, you received a message from the devil of the hour.

Bucky: doll, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t able to make it to the restaurant, I’ll make it up, I promise.

You left him on read. It was probably petty as hell but you were bitter and it was okay to be a bit petty. You felt humiliated as you walked through the restaurant, feeling like everyone’s eyes were on you. You reached the door of the restaurant when the man who paid for your tab opened it for you.

“I’ll get that,” He smiled. “What’s a girl as beautiful as you doing out alone?”

“Leaving,” You said and walked past him, not having time for this flirty bull.

“Would you like to get some drinks one of these days?” He asked.

“I’m seeing someone,” You replied.

“But you got stood up, right?”

You turned to him, “Yeah, and?”

He shrugged, “Just think you deserve better.”

Trevor got out of the car and escorted you towards it. A smilies head of blonde hair made your head snap in that direction.

“Y/N?” It was Emma. She looked as shocked as you. Her eyes skimmed your figure. You turned and got into the car. Trevor closed the door and quickly drove away from the curve.

You lay in bed for a good hour before rolling off the bed. Your skirt was replaced by a pair sweats but you didn’t bother changing out of the top. You went into the bathroom to freshen up. Last night Bucky came home at around 2 in the morning. You knew this because you told Shea to not let him in your room no matter what. Bucky wanted to go in and see you but Shea said you were resting. She knew that was a lie, you weren’t asleep. You just didn’t want to see him in that moment. You met up with Shea at the bottom of the stairs.

“How did you sleep?” She asked.

“Okay,” You mumbled. “You?”

“I slept well, thank you,” She replied.

Shea followed you outside where the doors opened up to one of the palace’s patios. It overlooked a beautiful fountain and gave a view of the lake that was just in front of the house. You sat on one of the chairs, your hands rested on the glass table. The sun hit your skin, you closed your eyes and took in the heat.

“Good morning, Mister Barnes,” Shea said.

You opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s figure. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he didn’t sleep all night. He cleared his throat, his eyes never left yours.

“May I speak to Y/N alone?” He told Shea.

She looked at you. Bucky looked a bit agitated that he no longer had a say in what Shea did. She was your handmaid but you saw her as a friend rather than a maid.

“It’s okay, Shea,” You told her and closed your eyes once again.

You listened carefully as Bucky sat down on the chair opposite of you. You breathed in and exhaled, meditating quietly to yourself. Bucky cleared his throat once again and began talking.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He began. “I wish I could’ve called you but the meeting ran longer than expected. We just had to go over some plans in Chicago, I didn’t think we’d take too long.”

“It’s fine, James,” You said. “I understand.” He winced. You almost never called him James. Only Bucky.

He reached out and took your hand, “Let me make it up to you.” You looked at him. “Have you ever been to Los Angeles?”

You looked out of the plane window of Bucky’s private jet. This was your first time in California. It looked amazing from the sky. Bucky had told you to pack a bag for a week and you did. You were excited to travel. Your first big trip was your move from home to New York.

After the jet landed Bucky escorted you onto solid ground. You were a bit taken aback by the humid, very sticky heat. It didn’t feel good and you were beginning to regret wearing a black shirt. You practically attracted the heat. Two black SUV Cadillacs were already waiting. Four men stood guard. One stepped forward.

“Welcome back, Mister Barnes,” He said.

“Good to be back, Eric” Bucky replied. “This is Y/N, my beautiful girlfriend.”

You smiled and shook hands with him, “Nice to meet you.”

The car door was opened ad you climbed inside, Bucky followed. The car door was closed and Eric got into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition.

“Where to, boss?” He asked.

“The house,” Bucky replied.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when the SUV rolled into the driveway of Bucky’s luxurious Hollywood home. It was something straight out of the movies. It wasn’t as big as his palace on West Egg, but it was equally extravagant. You gawked at the house the towered over you. The architecture was almost ancient. It had tall columns and a roof that seemed to resemble the Athena Parthenos.

“It’s grand!” You exclaimed as you stepped out of the car.

“It’s one of the first houses I ever bought,” He replied.

You turned and had a breathtaking view of the city. The skyscrapers all seemed bunched together in one area. You’ve never been to California. The air smelled of smoke and humidity but it looked beautiful from up here. From the view of wealth.

“Will I get a tour?” You asked.

Bucky smiled at you, “I’ll give you a better tour. C'mon, time for me to make up last night’s event.”

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Instant Crush (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Requested by TONS OF PEOPLE: After a night out, you fall into a fight with Grayson.
Word Count: 2,034
Warnings: Angry, angry Gray. Lots of swearing, mentions of abuse.
A/N: THIS WAS SO HEAVILY REQUESTED. I literally got 4 of these requests every day and I am here to just say.. Your wish is my command. I don’t even know what to think of this one, I’m sorry if it didn’t reach your expectations. (Title from Daft Punk’s Instant Crush.)

DISCLAIMER: In no way am I condoning this, nor do I think this is a healthy relationship. This is pure fiction. If someone every treats you like this, please get out of the relationship while you can because this is abuse.

If somebody told you that your night would end up in tears, shattered glass, bruised fists and sore throats from screaming, you would never have believed them.

The night had started out good. You and Grayson drove around town, watching the beautiful sunset at the beach before heading over to a Bistro not far away, where your boyfriend had booked you two a table. You had dressed up extra nicely just for Grayson, hair in curly wisps, makeup extra dark and a red dress with a plunging v-neck. And that was your first error.

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The bat brats reacting to leaked images of Dick in his mullet & plunging v-neck costume days.


“I can’t believe Bruce let you go out dressed like that” 




“I can’t believe Barbs didn’t dump you” 


“OH come on, guys, it wasn’t that bad”


“Believe me, it was” 

A//N: Hey everyone, sorry I haven’t been posting. I had gotten really busy but I’m back with some stuff. I hope you like it. Please give feedback.

Warnings: smut, public sex

Tags: @ariannnawinchester @ilostmyshoe-79 @ilostmyshoereads@spnfanficpond @pandemoniumforsupernatural


This wasn’t the usual date for Dean.

“A club? Really babe?”
“Yes, it will be fun and it’s outside our boundaries”

You went to your room to get dressed. You had no clue what you were going to wear. Everything you had were hunting clothes until you spotted something in the back of your closet.

It was the little black dress you had bought to wear at Christmas, but you chickened out. Even tonight, you weren’t sure about it. You took the dress out and brushed it off, you held it up and made a face at it.

“Where have you been hiding that little number?”
“Dean, go get dressed”
“I will go through with this, if you wear that dress”

Dean left to go get dressed with a big smirk on his face. You looked back at the dress again.

“well, here goes nothing”

Leaving the dress on the bed, you went to curl your hair and put a little make up on. You put the dress on and had some black heals to go with it. You were fixing the shoulder of it when Dean walked in again. He was speechless. It was a plunging V neck dress that hugged your body in all the right places.

You motioned for Dean to come in and help you with your necklace. He closed the back and dragged his hands slowly down your shoulders all the way to your hips. While kissing the back of your neck.

“Why don’t we skip the club and jump in bed instead”

Dean whispered.

“Tempting but, you let me pick what we could do tonight and we are sticking to it”

You walked away, grabbing your bag and headed out the door.


It was a little awkward sitting in the car with a short dress and leather seats. You decided to have a little fun with Dean. You slid over beside him while he drove. He looked down at your bare legs. You lay your hand on his lap, scratching at his jeans with your nails.

“Are you even sure you wanna go here sweetheart? It’s not our kind of thing”

Dean said.

“We will see baby”

You winked at him and Dean turned into the clubs parking lot and turned the engine off. Before you knew it, he was right on you with his hand on your cheek. He kissed you softly, slowly. It was kinda his way of begging you not to go in there.

“Dean, if you come in here with me, I promise you will have a good time”

Dean hung his head in defeat and got out of the car, making his way around to your side to open the door for you. You took his hand and climbed out, then fixed your dress.
You both headed into the club. Of course it was packed with people. You made your way through the crowd to the bar. Dean ordered two beers but when he turned to give it to you, there was a blonde woman standing in front of him. You know, the kind that has legs for days.

“Why thank you but, it’s not my taste. I’ll have a martini instead”

She smiled wide at Dean and bit her lip.

“Get it yourself bitch, and go”

You said as you came out from behind her and over to Dean. He smirked at the blonde and wrapped his arm around you. She walked away in defeat and you were feeling very proud of yourself. This wasn’t usually you.

Just as the song changed, you dragged Dean onto the dance floor. He was nervous, didn’t know what to do. Deep down you had no clue either. But it didn’t matter, you were with Dean. You stretched Deans arms out and turned around and wrapped his arms around you. You started to sway to the music, Deans body following yours.

You stretched your neck back leaving your head resting on his shoulder. He took his opportunity to start kissing up and down your neck. Right now none of you cared about the music. Bringing your hand back, you rested it on Deans cock, witch was already hard. Taking away your hand you pressed your ass back against him. You could have sworn you herd a moan from Dean.

You were practically grinding up against him. Dragging moans from his beautiful mouth. That’s when Dean had enough. He grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the crowd. He pulled you out through the fire exit of the club and pushed you up against the door.

“I knew it”
“Knew what Dean?”
“This was all a tease, wasn’t it”

He was biting at your neck, pulling at your dress. His lips crashed against yours as he pulled your dress up. There was no time to get back. Dean wanted you now. He ran his hand up between your legs.

“Hmm, no panties, good girl”

He turned you around quickly. You herd the jingle of his belt buckle and then his zip. He pushed up inside you immediately, you couldn’t help but moan. He moved slowly. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and not make a sound?”

You nodded your head. The Dean started to thrust harder and faster into you. He put his hand on your shoulder and bent you forward a little sliding deeper into you. You let out a slight moan and Dean stopped and pulled you back up.

“Did I hear something sweetheart?”

You shook your head. Dean lowered his hand down the front of your dress and started moving again. He was fast and rubbing your clit with his fingers. An explosion of white went off in your head. You legs were shaking and you couldn’t breath. Few seconds later and Dean came too. While you were still collecting yourself after your amazing orgasm, Dean did up his jeans and belt, fixed your dress and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you softly.

“We have some things to finish off at home baby girl”

He picked you up and carried you to the impala and put you into the passenger side and he ran to the drivers side. He looked at you and winked, started the car and drove out of the clubs car park.

The Best Kind of Love (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

It crept up slowly while I was unaware, and I think that’s the best kind of love.When it’s so natural you didn’t even notice.”

You couldn’t remember exactly how you and Bucky became friends, it just kind of happened. You were originally a good friend of Sam’s, and you had a room in the tower because you had no other family, except for Sam (though he isn’t related to you, he was like the older brother you never had but always wanted.)

Living in the tower allowed you to create strong friendships with the rest of the Avengers, and within a year of you living there, you were close friends with each and every one of them. Most notably, Bucky Barnes. You would call him your best friend beside Sam. He was the one you could joke around with, the one you would teach about the modern world as he would teach you about how things used to be. You both taught each other a lot of things about a lot of topics, and you would say you bettered each other as people. 

What you liked most, though, was that Bucky was comfortable around you. He would come to you about his nightmares, about his fears and insecurities, practically about anything and everything. You also trusted him with practically everything, even your most private thoughts and feelings. 

Even so, the other Avengers saw something the two of you didn’t see. All of them could tell that the both of you were totally and completely in love with each other. The way you two looked at each other, interacted with each other, anything- extended beyond that of even the closest friend. 


It was a cloudy, slow morning, and all of the Avengers felt it. Everyone was being lazy, sitting around doing this and that. You decided you wanted to sleep in, so by the time you managed to shuffle your nearly lifeless form out into the kitchen, everyone else was awake. You yawned, pouring a cup of tea for yourself (you were never really one for coffee), and settled on one of the stools, sipping the beverage steadily. 

“Well, look who’s awake,” a voice startled you out of your exhausted trance. You turned around to see Steve smiling at you. You tried to return the gesture but you were sure it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey Steve,” you mumbled, sipping on the tea yet again. 

“Well, I hope you wake up sooner or later. We’ve got a formal ‘Gala’ tonight, and we all want you to come,” Steve said, putting air quotes around ‘Gala’. Much like you and Bucky, Steve hated the formal parties that the Avengers had to go to. Thus why he forced you to go to every single one of them. 

“Yippee,” you deadpanned, causing Steve to laugh as he exited the kitchen. 

Night had fallen and the Gala was starting soon. Bucky, Steve, Tony, and Sam all headed over before you, so you were going to head over with Natasha and Wanda. 

“I hate these types of things,” you complained to Nat as you finished up your make up. The last thing you needed to do was put on your dress. 

“Yeah, me neither, but it’s all for the image, you know?” Nat laughed, finishing off with an exhausted sigh. You stood up from the vanity table and went to where your dress was laid out on the bed. You slipped it on, and looked in the mirror. The dress was a deep red and had twinkling little sparkles that looked like stars throughout it. To top it off, it had a plunging v-neck that made everything look that much more sophisticated.

“Man, all the boys are gonna be all over you tonight,” Nat joked when she saw you. You turned around to see her in an elegant gray dress. 

“Same to you, Romanov. Let’s get going,” and with that, you got Wanda and headed out. 


The venue was really stuffy and snobby looking. Immediately, you didn’t want to be there, but you also didn’t want to waste this dress. The three of you girls walked in,and your eyes searched for the boys, until you found them at a table to the right. 

You were about halfway over to the table when you caught their attention. When Bucky saw you, his jaw dropped. You looked absolutely flawless in your dress, and he couldn’t seem to look away. 

“Wow, (Y/N), you look…beautiful,” Bucky breathed once you got to him, causing you to blush a red that matched your dress. 

“Thank you, Mr.Barnes. You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, giving a sly wink. He chuckled and stood up, pulling out the chair next to him for you to sit. 

You happily obliged, sitting and greeting the rest of the avengers. Steve had this stupid grin on his face, and when you questioned him about it, he just laughed and shook his head.

A couple of hours past, the group of you all sat and talked, and genuinely enjoyed yourselves. You turned to tell Bucky something and saw he was always staring at you, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“What?” you asked, smiling as well. You noticed how his eyes sparkled in the golden glow of the chandeliers, and how he looked so different (not better, but not worse) with a clean-shaven face and shorter hair. He looked like the way you imagined him back in the forties, which made you smile just a bit more.

“It’s nothing,” he said, looking down at the ground, still smiling. 

“No, really, it’s got to be something,” you teased, leaning your head in the palm of your hand. 

“It’s just- you look so gorgeous tonight, I swear I could’ve mistaken you for a princess,” he said, looking into your eyes with a flirtatious little grin. You blushed deeper than you think you ever have.

“Well, thank you yet again, Barnes. When I’m with you, I certainly feel like a princess,” you responded, and it was his turn to become bashful. It was that moment, you think, that you realized you’ve been in love with James Buchanan Barnes for a long, long time.

a/n: yikes i don’t like this one but I hope you do?? (lol @ my one follower)

Imagine taking John, Paul, and George with you to shop for a wedding dress. You’re marrying Ringo Starr in a couple months, so of course his band mates insist on helping you find the perfect dress.
“How bout this?” Paul calls, gesturing to an extravagant lace dress with a beautiful train. It’s breathtakingly beautiful, an example of Paul’s taste for the finer things in life. Before you can answer, however, John suddenly yawns loudly next to you.
“Bo-oring! Jesus, Macca, it’s Y/N, not the bloody Queen! She needs something her grandmother won’t be asking to borrow anytime soon.” Behind you all, George giggles quietly in the corner of the room, stuffing his face with the Jordan almonds put on display for visitors.
“Fuck off, John,” Paul scoffs playfully. “I don’t see you getting married to Ringo. C’mon, Y/N- Ringo’s jaw’ll hit the floor.” To be honest, it’s a gorgeous dress, but it’s the price tag that turns you off.
“Mm, sorry Paulie,” you cringe, tugging the tag away and out of site. “That’s a touch put of the bridal budget, but thanks for trying.” You feel a tugging at your sleeve, and turn to see John nearly jumping with excitement.
“Alright, kiddies, my turn! C’mon- this’ll make Ritchie’s eyes pop out of his head,” he giggles mischievously, dragging you across the bridal shop to examine his dress choice. What John picks is drastically simpler than Paul’s selection, and a good deal cheaper, but…
“It’s a bit… low cut, don’t you think?” You wonder aloud, eyeing the plunging v-neck neckline and nearly backless cut. John scoffs, patting Paul’s back sharply.
“Nonsense! It’s your wedding! What better time is there to give Rings a little taste of what he’s marrying?” Paul slaps his forehead with his palm and sighs heavily.
“What? It’s better than your million dollar grandma dress, McCartney!” John bristles, poking Paul in the chest. Paul frowns deeply, jabbing a long finger into John’s belly.
“At least you can look at it and think ‘bride,’ as opposed to the impression of ‘street walker’ I get with this one!” he argues, nearly nose to nose with the rhythm guitarist. As the pair continues to argue, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you’re met with a passive and rather-stuffed George, still popping almonds into his mouth as he gestures you to his choice of dress. What George picks is well… perfect. It’s simple with a touch of elegance, and yet is perfectly affordable and complimentary to your personality. You gasp loudly, interrupting John and Paul from their moronic argument.
“This is it!” you squeal, hugging George’s arm tightly. “Oh, Geo; this is the perfect dress! You’re so fantastic- Ritchie’s gonna love it,” you sigh happily, placing a kiss to George’s bright red cheek. Paul and John only stare at you and George wide eyed as you flag down an employee to help you with the dress, eagerly anticipating your future with the adorable drummer.