Hey so you prob have v v many prompts but like I would love to suggest one.. Okay so, Dan is a very confident slutty pastel teenager and Phil is a badass punk boy that everyone fawns over.. and they absolutely hate each other but one thing leads to another and they end up at the same party where Phil is dared to fuck Dan in front of everyone.. (LOTS OF DEGRATION, and dom Phil and sub dan)
a 👌 classic 👌👌
*small mention of rape*
dirty talk + degrading + lots of language idk it’s one am
“You look like a slut.” PJ handed Dan a drink, leaning against the counter next to him, raising his eyebrows.
“Thanks, that was the point.” Dan winked, hiking up his already far too short baby blue shorts. PJ rolled his eyes.
“You’re gonna get raped.”
“Um, excuse me, I can take care of myself.” Dan took a sip from the red plastic cup, frowning. “I haven’t gotten raped yet, have I?”
PJ shook his head, staring at Dan like he didn’t understand him one bit. “I just don’t get why you want to look like you strip for truckers.”
Dan pursed his lips, shifting his pink sweater so it hung on him perfectly, showing just the right amount of collarbone. He smirked.
“That’s probably because you’re a virgin, honey.”
PJ pretended to flinch, shaking his head. “Ouch. That was harsh.”
Dan just shrugged, licking his lips.
“Hey Dan,” PJ started, his eyes lighting up as he stared at something across the room. “Your boyfriend’s here.”
“Shit,” Dan groaned, not even having to look, but he did anyways.
Phil Lester had just entered the room, fully clad in black and far too many zippers.
He was wearing a black leather jacket and t shirt, his jeans the same shade, what a surprise. On his feet were large motorcycle boots. Dan scowled.
He had about five people practically hanging off his arms, Dan hated him.
“He thinks he’s so hot,” Dan grumbled, glaring at his cup. “He thinks he can get anyone he fucking wants, what a twat.”
“Aw,” PJ grinned. “Dan’s got a crush.”
“Fuck you,” Dan growled, punching him on the arm, hard. “I’m as close to having a crush on him as I am to fucking him.”
“Dan, you’re literally the sluttiest person I have ever met.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “I’ll fuck almost anyone BUT him.”
Dan raised his eyebrows, amused. “No. You’re drunk.”
“C'mon Dan,” his friend Chris whined, tugging at his sleeve. “It’ll be fun!”
“No, it won’t.” Dan pulled his hand away. “It’ll be a lot of drunk guys daring me to jerk them. I’m not playing.”
Chris sighed, crossing his arms. “Dan, I hate to do this, but if you don’t come I’ll tell everyone that you hooked up with Mr. Parker over the summer.”
Dan’s eyes widened, and he glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” Chris smirked. Dan scowled at his friend.
“Fine. Fuck you, fine. Let’s get this over with.”
The game of truth or dare was happening in one of the bedrooms; Dan was fairly certain it belonged to the kid’s parents. It consisted of a bunch of drunk sweaty teens that had formed a circle, passing around risky orders and questions in excited whispers.
Dan sat down between Chris and PJ, running his fingers through his hair. He shot a glare at Phil across the circle, who was staring at him.
The first ten minutes were normal. The other kids basically ignored Dan, focusing on one person after another. They seemed to change their focus often; singling out one poor soul after another. Soon the focus was on Phil.
“If you had to fuck anyone in this group, who would it be?” Some guy asked Phil, and Dan looked up, for some reason interested to hear the answer.
Phil smirked, glancing around at everyone before his eyes landed on Dan. He laughed.
“Probably not him,” he said, grinning cockily. “I wouldn’t want to catch anything.”
Dan felt a pang shoot through his chest, and he crossed his arms.
“Fuck you, Lester. At least I don’t have to wear animal skin to look bad ass,” he shot back. Phil glared at him.
The rest of the group fell fairly silent, and Dan was highly aware of everyone’s eyes on them. Finally Chris spoke.
“Okay but, you guys should fuck.”
There was some mutual agreement, and Dan’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, no, for once I agree with you. Hell no.” Phil shook his head, looking shocked.
“With a few more drinks, you two will be all over each other.” A boy, Dan thought he remembered his name was Charlie and that he was the kid this house belonged to, said, taking a swig of his beer. There was some nodding from the other people.
“That’s not true,” Dan mumbled, crossing his arms.
“Alright, is no one going to say it?” Chris glanced around the circle. “Fine, I will. I dare you two to kiss.”
“Fuck no,” Dan said immediately, before Phil could even respond. “I’m not doing that.”
“Dan, don’t be a pussy,” Phil growled in a voice Dan was fairly certain he had never heard from him before. “It’s a dare.”
“You’re seriously agreeing to this?” Dan scoffed. Phil shrugged.
“Well, I’m not scared of a little dare.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Dan mumbled, sighing and moving closer to him, on his knees. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Phil smirked, leaning forward and pulling Dan forward by his shirt so he was practically sitting in his lap. Dan hardly had time to react, let alone speak, before Phil was pressing their lips together. Dan just let it happen; it only lasted a second before Phil was pulling back and it was over.
“No no no,” Chris said, grinning. “That doesn’t count. You have to really kiss, for at least ten seconds.”
“Seriously?” Dan asked, and his friend just shrugged. Phil mumbled something under his breath, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging him back roughly.
This time Phil kissed him open mouthed, their lips clashing and sliding together. Dan was highly aware of Phil’s tongue invading his mouth, and he fought back with his own.
Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, kissing him deeper and clutching at his shirt, so lost in the feeling that he didn’t hear Chris shouting that their time was up.
Finally Dan pulled back, mostly because he needed to breathe, and frowned when he realized everyone was staring at him. Including Phil.
Everyone was quiet, mostly in shock, until a boy in the back spoke up.
“I dare you to ride him,” he said, grinning drunkly.
Dan and Phil made eye contact, and Phil smirked.
“Well?” He asked cockily.
“You’re really putting this up to me?”
Phil nodded slowly, licking his lips and tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, tugging his head back roughly. “Well, Dan? Are you too scared?”
“I’m not scared,” Dan breathed, frowning at him.
“Well then prove it, pretty boy.”
Dan gasped as Phil bit down on his neck, sucking thoroughly on a spot under his ear. It felt completely wrong to have the guy he absolutely despised leaving marks on his neck, but kind of fucking sexy in a way. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.
Dan felt himself tense up as Phil slid his hand down his stomach, brushing the hem of his shorts.
“Couldn’t we use a different room or something?” Dan asked, grabbing Phil’s wrists instinctively.
“No,” said the boy from before, quickly. “We won’t have any proof you did it.”
“You thirsty fucker,” Dan hissed at him as Phil played with his zipper.
Phil hummed against his neck as he pushed down his shorts, and Dan let him. None of them would remember this in the morning, and most of them had seen Dan naked anyways.
“I bet you love this,” he whispered, biting down on Dan’s ear, scratching his nails down Dan’s thighs. “You’re such a fucking slut, I bet you love being exposed like this.”
“Says the guy who’s erection is digging into my back,” Dan shot back, and Phil shrugged.
“So? I’m turned on. At least I admit it.”
Dan jumped slightly as Phil brushed over his bulge, and Phil chuckled.
“I hate you,” Dan breathed as Phil palmed him, drawing a whine from Dan’s mouth.
“Mmh, doesn’t sound that way.”
Dan felt Phil messing with his own jeans, pushing them down his hips.
“Do you know how many people would love to be in your place right now, you ungrateful slut?”
Dan smirked. “Yeah, just about every thirteen year old girl in our school.”
Phil pulled Dan’s hair roughly, exposing his throat, and Dan couldn’t help letting a whimper escape him.
“You don’t get to speak to me that way,” he growled, and Dan could feel his hard on grinding against his ass. “Understand?”
Dan couldn’t help but moan, grinding back on Phil’s lap. “Yes sir,” he gasped.
Phil put his fingers to Dan’s mouth, and Dan took them obediently. He carefully covered them with spit before Phil pulled them out.
“I figure you don’t need stretching,” Phil muttered, smirking meanly. Dan just nodded, unable to think of a snarky comeback in that exact moment.
Dan felt Phil lining up, and then gripping his waist.
“Push back,” he breathed, pulling Dan back on his lap slightly. Dan moaned, pushing back on Phil’s cock completely.
He grinded back slowly, his eyes closed and whorish moans falling from his mouth nonstop.
“That’s it, baby, moan like a dirty fucking slut for me,” Phil groaned, biting down on Dan’s neck. “Such a good fucktoy, that’s it.”
Dan whined, letting out little gasps and “ah ah ah”’s as he bounced and grinded expertly, fucking himself on Phil’s dick. They seemed to have both forgotten anyone else was in the room, except for a faint prickle on Dan’s neck, the feeling of being watched, which was honestly turning him on even more.
Phil grabbed Dan’s wrists, pinning them behind his back and thrusting up into him roughly.
“Think you can cum without me touching you?” He asked huskily. “Because, that would be really fucking hot.”
Dan nodded almost immediately, speeding up his movements with a loud whimper.
“Fuck, daddy,” he gasped, and Phil practically growled.
“What a pretty toy, acting like such a slut for me, in front of all these people,” he whispered, meeting Dan’s hips with his own. “Everyone’s watching you, Dan, watching you call me daddy and fuck yourself on my cock. I bet you fucking love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Dan whimpered. “Yes, daddy, god yes, l-love it.”
“Good boy.” Phil pulled Dan’s head back on his shoulder. “Now cum for me, princess.”
Dan let go with a loud continuous feminine moan, his hips twitching as he thrust forward automatically. Phil groaned, burying his face in Dan’s neck as he let go inside of him.
Dan slumped onto the carpet, completely fucked out, his eyes still closed.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
Phil was suddenly very aware of all of the people staring at them, and laughed.
“Hey, Charlie, I can use your shower right?”
The boy nodded slowly, still shocked into silence.
“Cool.” Phil grinned, scooping Dan up bridal style in one motion and standing carefully. “Uh, if you hear noises from the bathroom, you probably have rats and it’s totally not a second round.”
It’s late I know, but I just had to, because Jikook fanart is a must for valentine’s day!
A little headcanon:
- Before and during valentine’s day are the busiest time for Jungkook’s little bakery shop.
-It’s nice really, making pretty and delicious cake has always been Jungkook’s dream anyway.
-If there is one thing Jungkook hates about his job is that he can’t spend his valentine’s day with the one he loves like any other people.
-He considers himself lucky to have Park Jimin as his boyfriend, the little guy who has a heart of gold sent from heaven for him. Six years being together and never once they spent valentine’s day together, going on a date like most people do, and never once Jimin complains.
-But every valentine’s night when Jungkook finally done with his job after selling the last piece of cake he would go back home to Jimin who’s almost fall asleep waiting for him.
-And Jungkook would sneaks in beside him, caressing his hair, muttering a sincere apology for leaving Jimin alone on such a special day.
-And every year Jimin would say the same thing, “what? today’s valentine’s day? I thought it was yesterday, or the day before that, or before that, because it sure feels like it is,” and he snuggles closer to Jungkook.
-And Jungkook would also say, “tomorrow too, tomorrow is also valentine’s day,” for us. Jungkook kisses his forehead.
-”I know,” Jimin says before he falls asleep, and Jungkook smiles against Jimin’s pink hair, right, just like this, sleeping with the one he loves, it already feels more like valentine than any valentine he knows.
Nalu. "Is that a kitten in your sweater?! Can i pet it?"
Would you believe,that i actually forgot i’d open requests last week????
Like jeez what’s wrong with me?? Maybe it’s the stress, maybe it’s school, heck if I know but hey! Here’s something else!
Thank you for the request kind anon( and sorry for the wait!) So please enjoy!
Man, bus experiences were weird. It was like stepping onto a bus flung you to another realm where the impossible and improbable were commonplace.
Lucy met her best friend on a bus, when the driver slammed the brakes without warning and Levy’s book went flying in her face. There was a guy who came on fully-clothed and left in just his pants and undershirt.
Then there was the yodelling guy, the coyote asleep on the seat next to her, the lady dressed as Santa Claus in the middle of summer.
She could go on and on about the weird stuff she’d seen on a daily basis but at least today it was something cute.
A soft ‘mrrw’ bubbled up from the guy next to her, pulling Lucy out of her novel to cast a side glance at him as he fiddled with his phone.
He was quite……pink. From his dyed hair to his near purple sweater to the headphones that leaked an unfamiliar rhythm and the twisting tendrils of a tattoo that wrapped his throat.
He was very, very pink but Lucy had to admit, it suited him.
Mr.Pink shuffled in his seat, tugging at his sweater and another ‘mrrw’ erupted from him. Specifically from the sweater.
Lucy’s eyes dropped low-not inappropriate low, but low enough- to spy an odd lump in the sweater, that moved.
It wriggled unnaturally and well, anyone would stare if they saw some guy’s clothes dancing on its own, wouldn’t they? So it was only fair that Lucy’s eyes stayed glued on that spot that wasn’t inappropriately low.
Mr. Pink sighed, more annoyed than anything else and dove his hand under the sweater, rummaging around a bit and with a little grunt, casually pulled out a kitten that was a odd bluey-gray. He tucked the little thing in the crook of his arm and absently scratched its ears, eyes drifting back to the phone with a smile.
“You just couldn’t keep quiet could you lil’ guy?” “Meow.”
Oh God. He has a cat.
Even better, he has a kitten. All the good cattiness compacted in a small and ridiculously cute package.
She had to pet it, now that she’d seen the little fluffball Lucy’s day would not be complete without touching it.
So of course she had to prod his shoulder. Maybe a little bit too hard but hey, his eyes shot off the phone in an instant, confusion very clear on his face as he reached to pull off the headphones.
Four piercings on his ear greeted her; two hoops, a simple bar and -surprise,surprise- a pink stud to top them all off.
“Yes?” He asked, brow quirked.
“You have a cat.” Lucy stated plainly. “Yup.”
“And it was in your sweater.” “Uh-huh…..?”
“Can, can I pet it?”
Rather boldly she outstretched her fingers towards his travel sized companion who sniffed them curiously, then meowing back at its owner as though approving her request.
Pinkie chuckled, scooping up his pet and gently plopping it in Lucy’s lap with a goofy smile. Lucy wished she could describe the sound she made.
“Happy likes to chew fingers,” He warned as she scratched the kitten’s chin. Happy immediately bit down on her finger. “Too late.”
“Happy? Is it because he’s always happy?” Pinkie shrugged’ “Nah. He’s kind of an ass, but he makes me happy so, yeah.”
“That’s mean!” She laughed. “He’s just a lil’ baby! Aren’t you?” Said lil’ baby was held aloft, with various kissy faces and coos directed at him.
“He’s chewed through 3 different pairs of shoes with those razors in his mouth and almost got himself killed climbing out on the sill.”
“He’s adventurous.” “He’s crazy.”
Lucy smirked, lowering Happy back to her lap with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips. “Might I daresay, a bit like his owner?”
If he was intrigued by her before her statement must’ve doubled such feelings. He swiveled in his seat to face her properly, his smirk mirroring hers.
“And how am I crazy?” “No-one completely sane carries a cat in their sweater.” Lucy stated simply. Happy meowed in what she thought was agreement.
“You expect me to leave a baby home by himself? What kind of parent do you think I am?” He clutched his chest in mock outrage.
“A weird one who dresses in full pink.” She teased. “I hate to break it to you, uh……” “Natsu.”
“Natsu.” She said with a smile, quite liking how the name rolled off her tongue. “I’m Lucy and I really hate to break it to you but most people don’t usually deck themselves out in a one colour outfit.”
Natsu ran his fingers through his hair, unintentionally showing her its pale red roots. He closed his eyes in thought. “You raise some valid points there my new bus friend who’s pretty weird herself.”
“I-” “But!” One eye flew open to focus on her, twinkling with mischief. “Don’t you think cat fatherhood and pink overload works for me?”
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
“How many are we up to now?”
The phone rests warm between your ear and shoulder as you glance down at the screen. “Almost four hundred followers,” you tell him. “Not exactly famous yet.”
Dean pauses, and you picture him sprawled out on a motel bed very much like yours, just two states over, glass in hand and flannel shirt crumpled at the foot of the bed, undershirt clinging tight to his chest.
Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?
Word Count: 421 (ik it’s short but the rest will be longer than this)
Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Warning: nothing drastic
Author’s Note: New series 🌚 This was supposed to be a Lance x Reader, but I decided otherwise. Idk if people would like it with Lance. But I think Bucky can portray a perfect jerk so 🤗
Prompt: Hello! If your requests are still open, I would love to request something! Could I have a Jughead x Reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and the reader is very insecure about herself and constantly questions why Jughead is with her? Maybe she talks to Archie about it and he reassures her that everything is fine? Could there be fluff at the end? Thank you so much! I love your writing!
Plus size reader x jughead
A/N: It took me a while to do this but I do hope you enjoy it! I added two requests together and changed it just a bit. Requests are Welcome!
Can I ask for an Alfie imagine? His wife is his total oposite, sweet, calm and hes totally whipped. Im just a sucker for romantic Alfie😍
“Mornin’ Ollie!” I call as I walk into the ‘bakery’.
“Mornin’ Mrs Solomons,” he mumbles before turning back to whatever he was doing.
It’s always the same when I walk in, a mumbled greeting and then complete avoidance of eye contact. I don’t take it personally because I know Alfie’s threatened each and every one of these men, individually, about making eyes at me, but I still always make the effort to know them all and engage in friendly conversation.
“How are you feeling now Ollie?”
“Umm, not too bad I suppose,” he replies, keeping his eyes on the book in front of him.
“Honestly? Because if you need some time to rest up you can-”
“No! Alfie would kill me, he needs me here.”
I’ve learnt over the years not to argue with Ollie when it comes to Alfie; his loyalty will always prevail over common sense.
“Well, I know a doctor who’ll see you out of hours. Want me to give him a call?”
His lack of objection says enough.
I place a gentle hand on his arm. “Take it easy though, yeah? You don’t need to go at 100% all the time.”
He nods and mumbles his thanks before rushing off clutching his books and papers to his chest.
I carry on towards Alfie’s office, greeting the men I pass on the way.