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avenging-fandoms · 4 years

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zach could take his frustration out on u when he lost a football or basketball game 🥴

“i ruined it. i fucked up the whole game when i missed that basket. goddamnit!” he slammed his fist against his kitchen table, making you frown.

“you didn’t fuck it up. if we’re being honest, it’s johnson’s fault. he passed it to you without you really being ready and you shot it out of a whim. that wasn’t the plan” you rub his arm but he shakes his head.

“i should’ve been ready, i always have to be ready. i lost the game for us” he grits his teeth and you sigh loudly, getting up from the table.

“fine, you lost the game for them. maybe i don’t want to hang around some loser” you pick up your things and turn around, zach standing up way too fast.

“you think you can talk to me like that?” you smirk before turning around, dropping your smirk and looking him up and down, crossing your arms and slowly stepping forward in front of him.

“i mean i just did. maybe i’ll go hang out with justin, at least he knows how to win” you smirk and zach’s hand wraps around your neck, making you gasp. you drop your stuff, zach making you walk backwards and pushing you against the wall, mouth close to yours.

“you think just can fuck you as good as i do?” he whispers, your fingers grabbing his shorts and pulling him into you. “can he?” his grip tightens, making you gasp and smile.

“why don’t you invite him over and find out?” you say, zach growling and kissing you hungrily. his hand lets go of your neck, picking you up and bringing you to his room. he throws you on his bed, sliding off his shirt. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“you made me lose. you were cheering for me and i got fucking distracted. you made me lose” he gritted, making you laugh.

“don’t make excuses because you’re a shitty basketball player” he rips off your jeans and underwear, roughly spreading your legs. zach licks his fingers, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. you whimper, pushing your hips into his hand.

“so wet and desperate for a shitty basketball player, huh?”

“you’re n-not very good” zach picks up the speed of his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit. you tried to play it off that he wasn’t doing a good job, but your fingers gripping the bed sheets gave it away. zach smirked, leaning down and sucking against your clit, your thighs shaking around his head.

“i’m not very good, huh?” he smirked, looking up at you. you huff, arching your back and moving your hips against his tongue. he pulled away, and you kick your leg.

“you’re such a fucking dickhead” he took off your shirt, sliding off his shorts and underwear. your fingers fumbled with the condom, sitting up and sliding it onto zach. he pushes you back and puts you on all fours, spreading your legs and sliding into you, the both of you groaning. he grips your hips and pounds into you, gripping your hair in his fist. “fuck.. fuck yes.. zach..”

“you think justin can fuck you this good? make you moan as loud? no. he can’t, because you’re mine, and only fucking mine” you stretch your arms out in front of you, gripping the pillow and nearly tearing it.

“zach, if you don’t shut the fuck up-” he flips you on your back, hand around your neck as he thrusts into you, putting a leg over his shoulder.

“look who’s quiet now” he smirked, biting his lip and moaning. “fuck i’m gonna cum. fuck fuck” he groaned, throwing his head back. he pushes your leg down, kissing you and moaning into your mouth as he came, moaning your name.

“zach pl-lease make me cum, i promise i won’t taunt you anymore” he smirks, pulling your hips forward and fingering you, swirling his tongue around your clit. your fingers grip his hair, thighs trembling around his head as you cum on his fingers. he licks his fingers, smiling at you. he throws away the condom, cleaning you up and giving you a pair of his boxers and a shirt.

you get dressed, studying zach as he puts on his underwear and shorts. “what? something wrong?”

“you’re just..” he fell on his bed next to you, head resting against his hand as he sat up on his elbow. your hand held his chin, thumb rubbing over his jawline, tilting his head up. “you’re just so perfect” you whisper, making zach smile and kiss you.

“even when i fuck up the game?” he whispered against your lips and you push him away.

“i only said that so you’d fuck me harder. i don’t actually believe you fucked the game up. i promise. you’re my superstar” you smile, rolling on top of him and hugging him tightly, kissing his neck.

#zach dempsey #zach dempsey x reader #zach dempsey x you #zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey imagines #zach dempsey blurb #zach dempsey blurbs #zach dempsey smut #smut #nsft #13rw #13 reasons why #ross butler

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nvrfrgetu · 4 years

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keeping you.

Note: Ok. Struck of odd and misplaced inspiration, I really should be doing something else. Also, I tried posting it with the gifset of the couple by the window but it were flagged so, look around my blog for it.

pair: zach dempsey x reader (dur, when have i ever written anything else.)

warnings: cockwarming; teasing. oops- sorry, not sorry. i guess a bit of public place? idk.

You were leaning against the window, both of your arms supporting your upper body while you laughed at your brothers, running quickly towards the car of the mothers of one of your classmates, responsible for the school-ride of the day. Today they would go on an excursion to a museum and the animation threatened to explode through the roof, to the point that your brothers didn't even wait for you to go down and greet the mother responsible for taking them today. They heard the horn, picked up their backpacks - prepared the night before, and bolted through the door shouting goodbye before you could even get out of bed, so you watched them from your window, waving the mother of the red-haired boy you thought was named Marjorie. You knew her, so you just shouted an apology for the boys' agony and she horned at you with a laugh, screaming that there was no problem and that children were like that. She waited for the boys to slam the door of the mini-van and maneuvered towards their school. Your parents had gone to work normally on Saturday and you were at home... with Zach. Who decided to make himself noticed at that moment, planting two legs next to your own, just behind you.

He was soft even when he was forward; big, rough hands slowly climbing along your thighs to your waist. The lovely, delicate manner in which he positioned himself behind you, lips always arriving in your skin before his hips were against your ass. He trailed small kisses in the skin of your neck and shoulder, his hands holding you every second harder, every moment closer to his growing bulge. It was somewhat reassuring the feeling of him, growing against you like a prayer. Like a compliment. You throwed your backside at him just the slight bit to have him hold you harder, kissing your shoulder just before a brazen tongue came around to lick at your skin and suck on your pulse point. Zach, by now, had come used with every little tell of yours, so it clearly didn’t went unnoticed the way that your legs started to lightly slide open on the bed, your back arching against his touch. His hand closed harder around your waist, the other one lightly tracing your thigh, then under your shirt and forward - his fingers grazing the bottom of your panties and you suck a breath in anticipation.

You heard his chuckle against the skin behind your ear, a tease. His fingers tracing where you wanted him, that warmth pooling in your belly and spilling through your slit. Zach torturously slipped his finger under your pantie just to tease you more - the pad of his finger tracing exactly where he knew you liked the most. You faltered, head dropping to your forearms still crossed on the window sill, and he chuckled. While it were too high for someone to see him behind you from the streets, anyone from the neighboring houses could see you perched there and, well, you supposed he couldn’t really be invisible just behind you, in his 6′3 glory.

And he didn’t seem to care one bit. Sliding your panties to the side, his fingers openly dragging across your pussy, threatening your slit, rolling around that small bud that made your legs tremble. Zach’s fingers finally, finally, slip inside your heat and you bit your lips to hold a moan. His body curled around you, his lips in your back and his other hand slithering her way to your nipple under your oversized shirt. You wanted to say for you two to take that inside - the window wasn’t really the best place for him to fuck you this early in the morning, but the words kept dying in your tongue with every stroke of his fingers. He curled them, searching, founding, stretching and a strangled moan rolled off your lips, too harsh for you to hold it in and you felt his lips curving in a smile against the skin of your neck, a bite, a soothing tongue.

You felt his hips detach for yours for a moment, his hand leaving your breast for a second too long to help him free himself, just what he truly needed. You tried peeking behind you, the image too enticing for you not to burn and before you could say anything, his hands are back on you, one holding you with your ass in the air and the other back at your panties. He pull the elastic to the side and soon his tip is prodding your slit in what must be the most amazing feeling ever. But then he slid inside you and you’re realizes you were wrong, because the feeling of Zach’s opening you inch by torturous inch is the best - each and every time. The impossible stretch, the skin on skin, the noises he makes behind you. You could stay like that forever.

“Now- let’s stay just like this.” Zach muses, voice impossibly huskier, his teeth biting around your shoulders and neck and you feel your face burns.

“W-what.” It comes so harsh it’s more of a affirmation than a question and Zack rolls his hips without really leaving your heat just to feel you clench around him again.

“This” He rolls again, a slow thrust that has you lowering your head to your forearms, your mouth being shut against your skin. “Is the best.” He keeps rolling and slowly thrusting, clearly teasing, clearly wining, because you can’t help by clench around him, time and time again. “So...” And he goes impossibly deeper, a small, muffled sound escaping your tight lips. “Let’s stay like this.”

“What you-” Then, because he knows how it makes you feel by the twitching of your body, by the impossible tight hold of your pussy and the unbearable heat that has you dripping, Zack shuts any complaint.

“This feels so good baby. Let’s keep you on my cock for as long as we can.”

Your breath hitches, and he moves just the needed to close the drapes. Oh, fuck.

#zach imagine #zach dempsey x reader #zach dempsey smut #13rw imagine #sexy drabble honestly inspired by that gif #the dude as pretty much the same biotype as ross and it did things to me #i also have a thing for semi-public sex #so have this #i did NOT proof read this please tell me if theres something wrong

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visforvengeance · 5 years

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Can you do a zach dempsey fic where you are looking after him because of his broken leg and its just cute and funny because he keeps suggesting you should carry him places. Thank you xx

I’m going to combine this with a previous ask about Zach!

“Zach, you’re not supposed to be up!” I said as I rushed to the limping boy. “Babe, I’m fine. I just had to use the restroom. Can I at least do that in peace?” He asked. I laughed and helped him sit down. “I suppose.”

Since Zach had broken his leg, I’ve been helping him. (When his mother or sister wasn’t able to, which is all the time.) I didn’t mind helping my boyfriend at all. “Are you thirsty? Want some food? Is there any pain?” He playfully rolled his eyes.

He placed his hands on my cheek. “I am fine, baby. If I need anything, I will let you know.” He kissed my forehead. “Just come relax with me.” I sighed and nodded. He had his large hands in mine. He looked down at me like he was lost in thought. “I’m so lucky to have you. You know that?”

“What makes you say that, sweets?” I straddled his waist so I could see his face better. “Well, you’re always taking care of me. Even before I was hurt. You bring me food when I’m working out, you literally stop me from overworking myself. If I ever feel insecure or anything, you’re always there to reassure me. You stop me from getting in trouble. I’ve never had anyone to that for me, besides my mom.”

I smiled and leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Zach, you have so much potential and good in you. You deserve nothing less than unconditional love and support. I refuse to sit by and watch you just give up on something great. I love you, ok?” “I love you too.”

I laid back on his chest and we watched whatever movie was on tv. “You know, if you really wanna help, you could like carry me around.” I fucking howled at what he said. “Carry you? Zach, sweetie. You’re 6’3. I couldn’t carry you even if I wanted.”

He scoffed. “Okay, you don’t have to be so rude about it.” I laughed even harder than before and smacked his arm. “Shut up, oh my god.”

yee yee i hope you like it.

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heatherhollowayst · 5 years

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the lack of zach dempsey imagines is offensive 😤

#zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey smut #zach dempsey x reader #zach dempsey #ross butler imagine #ross butler #ross butler x reader #ross butler smut #13rw s4 #13rw #13 reasons why

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chubbygirlfics · 2 years

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Jeff Atkins headcanons 🔞

meeting at one of his baseball games

You guys hit it off pretty good from there, and started hanging out and it let to your first date

Takes you on cute picnic dates, with the blanket and basket

Loves cuddling you especially because of the extra chubbiness, and your soft and perfect for his harder frame

he loves you so much, he’d do anything for you

He’s not afraid to tell someone off if they something bad about you or if they catcall you

begs for attention but only from you because no one else matters in that way to him

You can be in the same room and he’ll still tell you he misses you

“I miss you” he says, you let out a soft laugh “ and I’m right here” you exclaim “I know…but I still miss you”

he gives tummy kisses, hand kisses, thigh kisses, cheek kisses, so many kisses

He always remembers anniversary’s and special dates

He loves to have you hanging out with him and clay and you like helping clay with dating advice

Makes sure you never go anywhere near Bryce because if Bryce hurt you he would kill him and he wouldn’t forgive himself for letting you get hurt

After all his baseball games you give him a arm and back massage because you know he is sore, and loves your massages

He’s your personal hype man, whenever your feeling bad about yourself , he’ll reassure you that your beautiful and have a perfect body that he loves very much

If your feeling extra bad and won’t eat, he will literally try and force food into, then you even start eating so he’ll stop rubbing food in your face

He really likes to kiss the back of your hand. He’ll do it whenever he sees you

He also likes when you hold onto his arm, he feels really proud that you feel protected by him

This boy is glued to your hip and he really tries to do cute couple things.

They’re so random you literally cant figure out when he’s going to do these things. No matter how hard you try.

Nsfw below🔞

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He loves to have your ride him, so he can see your tits bounce up and downs n your stomach jiggling

He’s always gripping your thigh’s during sex, he even leaves hickeys on them

He wants to make love to you, he likes going slow and soft, but that doesn’t mean their isn’t times he fucks you dumb

He doesn’t have many kinks, but he absolutely loves praising you

“you’re doing so good baby- fuck” “you look so beautiful” “f-fuck just like that”

loves to leave wet kisses from your neck all the way down to your belly button, leaving occasional hickies on your tits

He'll urge you to lie down on the bed, kissing down to your stomach, marveling at how soft and plush it is

He loves when you call him daddy

Your fupa is so soft,Like that little extra pudge with your pubic hair is just so squishy and pleasant against his palm and he cant help but squeezing it before he pushes your legs further apart

He 100% agrees with the sayings, “thick thighs save lives” and “big girls give the best head”

When you go down on him he’s startstruck seeing you take his thick cock in your mouth, while staring in your eyes

His favorite position is missonary, so he can see all your body jiggling and your tits he loves your tits

And ass, he’s has so many pics in his phone where he’s holding your ass, he likes slapping it a lot

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starboyreggie · 7 years

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Drive In || R.M.

Word Count: 2040

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x reader

Summary: You and Reggie go on a date to the Twilight Drive In and things escalate.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, public sex

Requested by anon:

“Hihi!! Can I request for a Reggie smut?? Where they were watching a movie in the drive in and Reggie got horny and decided to make her cum with his fingers? :) im sorry this is so sinful fml”

“Could you write more reggie smuts”

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It was a dark, chilly night at the Twilight Drive In’s final showing as the lot was bought by an anonymous buyer. It made you sad to see such a staple in your small town come to an end. It was things like the drive in that separated this town from others; it gave Riverdale so much character, and it’s going to be torn down, replaced by a commercial center, and forgotten.

The movie theater also held a special place in your heart. It was where your first date was in sixth grade, and where your first real kiss was when you thirteen. It held so many memories like that time Betty’s dad had taken you and her to see a movie that was so above your understanding and she laughed so hard that coke came out of her nose.

It held similar memories for everyone in your class, so the majority came out to the theater for its last showing. Even Cheryl Blossom showed up, and she would usually never be seen in such a rundown place like this. You went with Reggie Mantle, seeing that he was your boyfriend. You hadn’t been dating for that long, and to be honest, your relationship was based on sex. Most people would say that you were in your honeymoon phase, but in reality, you hadn’t gone through the ‘engaged’ phase.

You two barely knew anything about the other, but that didn’t really bother you. It was enough for you that Reggie knew how to make you feel good. In a way, you were using Reggie as an escape from your problems. When you were with him, the world around you blurred away, and for however long you were together, you were carefree.

You were almost sure that Reggie was using you too. Reggie had been feeling pressured to sleep with as many girls as he could, so he could have a high score in the football team’s playbook. He was also reaching for Chuck’s approval seeing that his dad was the football coach. Reggie didn’t have a problem getting girls, but actually getting with multiple girls. He would never admit to this, but you could tell a difference in his morale from before and after making it official with you.

You were one of the top vixens and he was the newly founded bulldogs football captain. After a football game, where the bulldogs won by a landslide, you two had hooked up in the boy’s locker room. It wasn’t a shock to anyone when you two started dating since the rumors had been going around for quite a while that you two had been hooking up.

Besides asking you to be his girlfriend, he hadn’t done anything exceptionally boyfriend like, so when he actually asked you to go on a date with him to the drive in, your heart fluttered and you were so excited. Reggie wasn’t one for cute pda, he was more into grabbing your butt and making out hardcore in the hallway rather than holding your hand or walking you to your class.

Reggie pulled up to your house in his blue convertible wearing his football jersey and blue jeans. You don’t know why, but you were expecting him to knock on your door, walk you to the car, and open the door for you. However, all you got was a text saying that he was outside and to hurry because it was getting close to starting time for the film.

As you walked down your driveway, you tugged on the bottom of your red dress and pulled your black jacket closer around your body. When you sat down in his car, you were greeted with a wave of warm air that you gladly welcomed.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other one scrolling on his phone, Reggie asked, as he waited for you to put your seatbelt on, if you were ready to go. You nodded in response with a small hum, so he put his phone in the car’s console and pulled off.

It was a mostly silent car ride with a little small talk. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it felt sort of empty in a way. When you pulled up to the drive in, you had just made the start of the film. You were in the very back of the drive in, but thankfully the screen was big enough to be able to see it clearly from where you were.

About half way into the movie, you felt Reggie’s hand on your knee and his fingers slowly caressing your skin. You thought nothing of it until he started to gradually get closer to your upper thigh. Unlike Reggie, you were trying to watch the movie which happened to be one of your favorite classics, A Rebel Without a Cause. Reggie, however, clearly had other motives than paying attention to the screen.

“You should pay more attention to the show, it’s disrespectful not to since this is the Twilight’s final showing.” You bantered with him, letting your lips pull into a sly smirk.

You placed your hand on top of his in an effort to stop him, but because it was Reggie, he wasn’t going to take your cunning remark lightly. He leaned over the console and attached his lips to the sweet spot behind your ear and started to suck slightly.

A small moan left your lips as you quickly bit your bottom lip. Your eyes darted out your window to the cars next to you, trying to see if anyone heard you.

“Nobody heard you that time, but you’re going to have to be quiet,” Reggie whispered in your ear, “I know how hard that is for you.”

Reggie’s hand rose closer to your core as his other hand grabbed you by your neck and pulled you into an intense kiss. He wasted no time shoving his tongue between your lips, aggressively exploring every inch. His fingers slowly weaved into your hair where he pulled lightly so your neck was more exposed. He attacked his lips to your neck again, sucking hard and lightly dragging his teeth on the sensitive skin. He trailed his kisses down your neck and stopped right before your collarbone.

All the while, his fingers lightly traced circles over your clothed core, teasing you. Every once in a while, he would press onto the bud of nerves and send you squirming in your seat.

“Princess, stop squirming or else someone might see.” Reggie mumbled as his lips connected with yours again for another passionate kiss.

To anyone looking in, it would seem that you were just making out as couples do, but no one had any idea what was going on behind the cover of the car door.

“Please, Reggie.” You moaned as he teasingly moved your underwear to the side and then moved it back.

“Please what?” Reggie mumbled against your lips, “Do you want something?”

“Please,” You started but bit your lip as his hand cupped your core, “I need your fingers.”

“Anything for my Babygirl.” Reggie taunted as he hiked your dress up and gave himself better access to your cunt.

Reggie plunged one of his long fingers into your soaking entrance. Your head flung back onto the head rest and you bit your lip trying to hold in a grunt.

“You’re so wet for me, fuck” Reggie murmured, as his thumb assaulted your clit.

He kept pumping his single finger until you stretched around him and your breath started to calm down from the initial rush of pleasure. He added another finger and started to pump his fingers faster along with his thumb on your clit.

Your eyes rolled back and your vision started to cloud with pure ecstasy. A sob slipped out from between your lips before you had the chance to contain it.

“Shit, Reggie,” You moaned as your hand went to grab the side of the car door, and your nails dug into handle under the window controls.

Reggie continued at a steady pace pumping his rough fingers in between your legs. You felt chills run down your spine as the situation of what you were doing fully set in. The serpents behind you could catch you if you failed conceal a grunt, or Cheryl, Veronica, or Kevin could look over and see you arching your back and your mouth agape. The thrill of being caught doubled the amount of pleasure and sent a jolt of excitement through you that made your heart beat faster.

Reggie on the other hand, looked completely unaffected as you were unraveling right beside him. His eyes were focused on the movie, but you were sure that he wasn’t interested in the film at all. He was doing this to annoy you. He was acting like nothing was happening to upset you that you were struggling to contain yourself while he was acting so calm. It was working.

Reggie felt your eyes burning into the side of his face as a smug smirk grew on his face and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He turned his head to meet your eyes and his fingers increasingly growing in pace, making you squirm in your seat, and mocked, “You should pay more attention to the show, it’s disrespectful not to since this is the Twilight’s final showing.”

The smirk on his face grew and the mischief in his eyes made your skin crawl. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was loving every minute of it. He was getting off on you trying to conceal what was going on behind the protection of the car doors.

You gave Reggie a mixed look of pure annoyance and pleasure when he curled his fingers upward and pressed again a spot that made you see stars. It took every ounce of control left in your body not to let a cry out. Instead a small grunt is all you would allow yourself to express how you were feeling.

A knot began forming in the pit of your stomach as Reggie continually rubbed again the spot inside your cunt which was so wet that you actually felt it dripping down and pooling where your ass met the seat. Thankfully the seats were leather and not felt. However, the last thing on your mind was Reggie’s seats as your eyes started to gloss over.

“Fuck, Reggie,” You gasped, barely able to form words, “I’m so close.” You stuttered as the knot tightened, and your legs started to tremble.

“Come for me baby,” Reggie looked back over at you and grabbed you again to bring you into a kiss that was full of lust. You could tell that he was enjoying this even though you weren’t touching him the same way he was touching you.

As Reggie pulled at the root of your hair, you let go and you convulsed with pure pleasure. You gasped as you felt your orgasm take control and your back arched off the seat and your legs clenched together as close as they could.

“That’s it princess,” Reggie coaxed with his fingers still thrusting, but at a slower pace. He continued his assault until you came down from your high.

You were breathing heavily as Reggie removed his fingers from your throbbing core, leaving an empty feeling in the pit of your cunt. You grabbed his receding hand, and placed his fingers inside your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his fingers while sucking on them. You opened your mouth and allowed his fingers to go as far back as they could. They hit your gag reflex, but you didn’t allow yourself to choke.

You made direct eye contact all the while. You closed your mouth again, and ran your tongue around his fingers once more before allowing them to leave your mouth with a pop.

“Fuck me,” Reggie murmured, as he brought his own bottom lip in between his teeth.

“We don’t have enough time, Mantle. The film is ending,” You mused as you turned your head to toward the screen which was playing last scene in the movie.

Reggie let of a small chuckle and rolled his eyes, “Wow, you’re unbelievable.”

a/n- hey guys! Long time, no write lol. This is my first new imagine on this blog, so of course it had to be my daddy reggie! If you guys don’t know, I had to move accounts because my posts weren’t showing up on desktop and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. Anyways, leave me some feedback in my inbox on this imagine or any other one. I love talking to you guys!

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5sospenguinqueen · 7 years

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DATING ZACH DEMPSEY WOULD INCLUDE:

You two would literally be joined at the hip

He’s not afraid of PDA but he’s not full on with it

You are never seen without each other

He’d always say something sweet just to make you smile

Zach would literally memorise your time table just so he could wait outside your class and walk you to your next class

Zach often sneaking into you room late at night just for a cuddle

Looking after him when he gets a little drunk

He would be so loving and handsy when he’s drunk

Zach would be just a lil’ cutie all the time

You tell each other literally everything

You would be like the mum of the group

You’d be kinda close with Justin and sometimes Zach gets a little jealous

But you always kiss him and ensure him that he’s the only one you want

You guys never argue

Hand holding constantly

Everyone ships you

But the silent treatment is practically the third person in your relationship

Being his number one supporter

And sitting front row at all his games

You two would literally be couple goals

You’re literally the cutest couple of the school

Babysitting his little sister with him

His little sister absolutely adoring you

“I love Y/N more than you do, Zach!”

Helping him through the tapes

Making him realise that it’s not his fault, he didn’t know everything else that was going on with Hannah

Helping Justin with his girl problems

He always pouts when you say no to something and it’s so cute that you can’t resist

Calling each other cute, cheesy nicknames

Bear hugs

Deep, long kisses

Helping him revise for biology

Wearing his letterman jacket

Stealing his tops to sleep in

#zach dempsey #zach dempsey imagine #zach dempsey imagines #zach dempsey smut #13rw imagine #13rw #13 reasons why #13 reasons why imagine #13 reasons why imagines #13 reasons why smut #5sospenguinqueen

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slowly-destroyed · 7 years

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your smile could light up a whole room, pt. 2

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imaginationworlds · 7 years

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Can you do a Zach imagine where his gf(that doesn't go to the same school as him)plays futbal (soccer)& she has a game against his school on their field?& well he's in the stands cheering her on she takes & hit from the other team well trying to make a goal, getting knocked down & hurt in the process & he loses his shit running over to her ect(even tho he's not suppose to) b/c common soccer is a rough sport 😂🤕⚽

Good Luck Kiss

Zach Dempsey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, 3 am grammar mistakes

Words: 920ish

A/N: It’s right now 3 am and I just scrolled through my inbox; finding this. And I fell in love with this request cuz damn, I can’t stop imagining Zach exactly doing this. But please let me excuse my grammar mistakes (again) it took me roughly 20 minutes to write this and I wanna include the fact that it’s 3 AM & 3 Am is not a time to be awake for me. So please have mercy on me!xx

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“Zach, what are you doing in here?”, I screeched while covering my half naked body with the jersey that I was about to put on when I saw my boyfriend entering the girls’ locker room while carefully checking if anyone else was in here changing.

He turned to his left, to see my small figure standing there with a maroon coloured jersey knitted in my hands and covering my chest as he slowly walked towards me, wearing his cheeky smile on his lips.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”, I questioned him while turning my back on him so I can change into the freshly washed T-shirt I had to wear during the match to support my school.

Zach leaned against one of the randomly standing lockers and shrugged his shoulders at my answer, still smiling at me like he was planning on something wicked. I narrowed my eyes at him as I sat down on the bench and supported one leg on the bench while I tied my shoe laces, waiting for him to finally say something.

“I’m just here to give you a good-luck-kiss.”, I looked up from my shoes, seeing him itching his neck in uneasiness and worry.

Since last week Monday, Zach tried to stop me from going to my soccer practice so I can’t attend today’s match against his school with no further explanation.

But that actually just encouraged myself confident to boost up and to show Zach that there’s no need to worry about of me getting hit in the face by a ball or whatever would injure me but that actually just encouraged myself confident to boost up and to show Zach that there’s no need to worry about of me getting hit in the face by a ball or whatever would injure me.

“Oh,”, I said looking for a short second over my shoulder while stuffing my clothes, headphones and phone into my backpack and zipped it back up before I took my pair of shoes into my other hand as I start walking towards Zach who was patiently waiting for me to finally come and pick up my good luck kiss.

As he embraced me in a warm and loving hug, all the stress that I had seconds ago relieved me, making me feel more relaxed and ready to go out and win for my team. Zach lifted up my chin before pressing a long kiss with so much love onto my lips, making me feel like I’m on cloud 9, knowing that I never will fall off of it.

“I guess I am responsible for your backpack and shoes?”

At the Game

The crowd was roaring as the other Team scored for the first time after three attempts of kicking the ball into the goal net. We all jogged over to the other side of the field when one of my team mates had the ball rolling, and passing it over to the other one.

When suddenly one of the girls kicked the ball up in the air, letting us all look up for a short second before it came crashing down into my direction, leaving me no chance to dodge away from the current situation.

Without any warning, the ball smacked me with all its rage into my face making the dull sound of leather slamming down onto the skin; making my head buzz and my nose ache in awful pain, feeling the blood soaking up my hand that I pressed out of reflex against my nose.

Everyone on the field gasps, seeing the ball rolling away with nobody’s attention on it when the whole team came rushing towards me and pausing the game;

“Oh my god.”

“Get a cool-pack!”

“Holy fuck her nose..”

“Jeez.”

Familiar voices surrounded me as I bend slightly forwards to force air into my lungs while squeezing my eyes together in awful pain when I felt like my nose was about to fall off if I let go of it, I whined whenever someone attempts to try to touch my nose; to clarify the broken bone in my nose but the fear of suddenly holding my nose in one of my hands was too big for me that night.

As someone carefully replaced my hand with the recently requested cool-pack, I heard screams of my name from far away. I looked up just to see my boyfriend jumping over the fence of the rostrum and sprinting with my backpack and with my shoes in his hands over the field to rush over to my side.

“Oh my god.”, Zach breathed out as the air hitched his throat when he saw my already bruised now and blood soaked hand. Instantly he pressed my head against his chest; without sharing a second thought about me bleeding all over his college jacket.

His heartbeat was beating unevenly, his breath was short by the parkour he just ran, that was one of the reasons why I started to giggle loudly about the fact that he just jumped down a stage just to be by my side.

After my Coach replaced me with one of the other players and allowed me to get checked up about my nose, Zach carried me on his back since he insisted that I could get hurt another time this night.

“By the way…”, I whispered as he walked down the empty street with just a few streetlights showing us the path.

“Mhm.”

“Your good-luck-kiss wasn’t helping me today”, I laughed

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bleunoia · 7 years

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constellations

pairing: justin foley / reader

genre: smut… but like soft smut HAHAHA

description: honestly i suck at descriptions pls read hahaha ALSO ITS ANGSTY AT THE START BUT EVERYTHING WORKS OUT :-)

You had been waiting for 2 hours, two long and cold hours. Your body was shivering, your cheeks bitten pink by the frosty wind, and your ears filled with the dull ache of the frigid chill.

Yet you still stood at the bus stop waiting for the boy with the blue eyes and the crinkly smile to come whisk you away on the new life he promised you.

It was 2 am and no matter how many times you anxiously glanced at your phone there was still no messages, no calls, not even approaching footsteps that resembled his. You were starting to think he wasn’t coming, if that wasn’t already clear by the first hour of his absence.

You made up your mind and with a strong grip on your backpack that was filled with your most essential possessions, you abandoned the stop to make your way to his door. Thoughts were racing in your head of ‘did i do something wrong?’ to ‘did something happen to him?’ You convinced yourself that that was it, he was hurt, that was the only plausible reason of him not being there.

With a new sense of urgency your walking turned to jogging, your jogging turning into desperate running. You made it to his apartment in a few minutes, your rapid heartbeat ringing in your ears. You reached under his doormat, feeling for the extra silver key that you had used for months on end to sneak your way into his room.

With a careful twist of your hand you unlocked the door, pushing it open with no audible noise. You trod lightly on the floor, careful to not make the floorboards creak. The house was eerily silent, causing your already present anxiousness to heighten. You made your way to his door, pulling it open before quickly closing it behind you.

Your eyes moved around the dark expanse of his room, looking through the mess of broken objects and thrown clothes to find Justin. You tried to turn on the lights, but looked up to find the lightbulb shattered. Your heart sank, he wasn’t here.

You cursed under your breath at having to slink back outside of his apartment without getting caught when a soft sniffle caught your attention.

“Justin?” You whispered into the seemingly empty room. You saw something move in one corner and you made your way over. Under several blankets and bunched up in a corner, you found the boy you had been waiting for- literally.

“Justin, what the fuck?” You hissed under your breath, ripping the layers off of him.

“I was waiting for you for over two hours, what happened?” You took a more gentle tone, taking in his disheveled appearance and watery eyes.

“I didn’t think it was worth going.” His loud and curt voice felt like a slap to the face and you furrowed your brows in confusion at his answer.

He didn’t meet your eyes, his stare directing towards the wall dejectedly. You pointed to the door and brought your finger to your mouth, motioning for him to be quiet.

“They’re not here, you don’t have to worry about that shit.” You bent down to level your face to his, placing your hands on his cheeks.

“Look at me. Justin, what’s wrong?” You forced his eyes to look into yours and your heart tore at the broken look in his eyes.

“Baby, what happened?” You pulled him into your chest, wrapping your arms around him. He stayed stiff in your embrace, but eventually melted into you. You could feel his tears wet the skin of your neck, his soft sobs wracking his body.

Last week on one particularly calm night, Justin came bursting through your window. It was 2 am and you were deep in sleep before being abruptly shocked out of your dreams by his trembling hands.

His mom had thrown him out, choosing her boyfriend over her own son- his anger and crippling disappointment apparent in his frenzied eyes and shaking body. You had let him take out his frustrations on your wall, a fist sized hole now broken through. He yelled into your pillow as you rubbed soothing circles on his back, not saying a word.

After his throat finally grew raw and he had exhausted himself physically, he reached out for you- whispering soft apologies and i love you’s into your ears. He asked you to run away with him, start a new life, be free from all the negativity and instead replace it with love. You could only say yes and so you decided that on this night, a week later- during midnight, you would take the fastest train headed towards new beginnings.

Now here you were, much like that fateful night, with Justin crying into you.

“Justin, talk to me. Please. I need you to talk to me.” You rocked him back and forth like a mother would to her small child, as he gripped onto your clothes.

“They found out… They told me I wasn’t going anywhere, especially not with you.” His words came out choked, as he tightened his grip on you. “He told me I was going to ruin you, just like I ruin everything.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his words, truly hearing how hurt he was through his voice.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I really don’t. Stay away from me, please.” His tears continued running, now soaking through your shirt. “I can’t hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You had never seen Justin like this. Every time he was pushed down he stood right back up, stronger and angrier than the last time. You were the one that broke down, the one that cried into his shoulder letting out all your insecurities and intimate thoughts.

You pulled his face from your neck, wiping the tears from his swollen red eyes.

“Justin. Justin, I fucking love you okay? I love you so much and there is no way that you will ever be able to hurt me. Ever since you came into my life, you added so much color and light to it. I know this is chees-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence before Justin was crashing his lips onto yours, his arms crushing you into his chest. You went limp against his touch, the feeling of his mouth against yours overwhelming you.

You felt like he had come back from a war and in a way- he had. You didn’t know why those words had impacted him so deeply, maybe because they resounded a truth in him and confirmed his darkest fears. You didn’t know if after this things would go back to the way they were, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because your boyfriend was kissing you with so much emotion, it was pulling tears from your eyes.

You returned his kisses with as much passion and love you could muster, your hands slipping their way into his hair. Your tongues tangled in a fight for dominance, before settling in sync with each other.

Your hands slid down to the front of his shirt, pulling him with you as you laid down on the floor. You sucked his lips between your own, small breathy moans leaving his mouth. He kissed your lips until they were swollen and bruised, your sighs filling the room.

Time stopped turning, the world stopped moving, it was just the two of you on that floor.

With one last kiss that tasted like liquid gold falling from his lips, he scattered his lips across your cheeks. His mouth dipped into the hollow of your neck, sucking the tender skin a flushed red. You arched your neck to the side in response as his touch trailed back up to your lips.

He inched in close, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. Your heart thumped loudly as his eyes stared into yours, basking in the glow of your touch.

“I love you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, lungs forgetting how to breathe for a second. He continued to look at you, disbelief flooding his brain at how you managed to make him fall in love with you more and more each day.

He observed the deep and shining color of your irises, the soft shine that glimmered on your lips, the rose-like pigment that splotched your cheeks, and he is so in love.

With a smile, that is entirely too lovely, you gently close the distance between your lips.

“I love you too, more than you can imagine.” You murmur into the small space between you, and he is smiling bright, so bright that you wonder if the sun moved it’s place in the sky and into him.

You almost want to cry, but before the tears that are threatening to spill from your eyes fall, he is pulling you back into the inescapable realm of his lips. His mouth is warm honey, lips soft like satin, slipping smoothly against yours. Your fingers ghost over the flesh of his back, brushing the fabric of his shirt up.

He gingerly pulls away, tugging the material over his head. You mirror his actions, peeling the layers of clothing off your body. He helps you out of your jeans and panties as you unhook your bra behind you, letting it fall unto the floor. You feel entirely too bare and you blush brightly, self conscious under his intimate stare.

“You are so beautiful.”

You shy away from his eyes, unbuttoning and zipping down his jeans in an attempt to distract him. His mouth pulls into a boyish grin, eyebrows waggling at you in a smug manner. He wrestles his jeans off, boxers following. Now both naked, you caress the expanse of his chest, watching goosebumps arise on his skin.

Justin lays his hands on your ribs, finger tips brushing against the skin, shivers washing over you. His fingers make their way up to the swell of your breasts, massaging the delicate flesh. You wrap your legs around him, your thigh nudging his cock. A soft groan leave his lips before he descends his mouth on your nipple, pulling and tugging in fervency. Your head throws back as he continues his ministrations, drawing moans from between your lips.

Your hips buck up onto him, his mouth separating from the skin of your breasts to release a hiss. You feel his length dip into your heat momentarily and you swivel your hips against him, driving him crazy. With a growl, he lays a hand on your stomach, circling your clit with his other. You gasp out in surprise at his urgent touch, reaching up to dig your fingertips into the skin of his scalp. Your nerves are bursting and you are buzzing in pleasure, as he quickens his movements.

His fingers are slick against your heat, abruptly plunging his fingers into you, a high-pitched whine falling from your lips. Your writhe underneath him, his touch setting you ablaze and almost pushing you to lose your bearings during a particularly hard thrust.

“Justin-I need-I need you,” desperately whimpering as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your neck. He hummed, moving his hand up to thumb your bundle of nerves, simultaneously taking your nipple between his lips.

“Let me think about it.”

You almost yell at both his fingers grinding against you dizzyingly and his response. You shove your hands between your sweaty bodies to grip his cock, tightly moving your hand up and down his length. A loud groan escaped his mouth at the fast pace of your movements, his head falling into the crook of your neck. His abs clench as you overwhelm him with your touch, pushing your thumb into the head of his cock. You slow your motions, a smug smile on your lips.

“Baby, please.” He whines in disapproval, digging his fingers into the grooves of your hips.

“Let me think about it.”

He let out an exasperated laugh at your pettiness, but then you’re wrapping your fingers around him again, causing the smile to wipe immediately off his face. You pull his leaking cock towards your entrance, his eyes watching you through heavy lashes. You incline your chin up to kiss him lightly, before urging his hips down to fill you.

His pants fill your ears, movements stilled as he adjusted to the feeling of your heat around his length. You raised your hands to fist the brown strands of his hair, tugging them in desperation. He carefully raised his hips before dipping them into you, settling on a languid pace.

You’ve had sex with Justin many times before this, but nothing like this. It felt like you were rediscovering him, every touch causing stars to collide, and plunging you deeper into a bottomless chasm of ardor. Every thrust of his hips brought about the sensation of spring, the blossoming of flowers and new life after the biting and barren cold of winter.

You were making love.

You trembled in his arms, like the aftershocks of an earthquake of great magnitude as he increased the pace of his movements. Your chests are pressed against each other, bodies molding as if they were one.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

His soft moans and whimpers make you delirious, clenching around him like a vice. Another stuttered groan leaves his lips, his thrusts turning irregular- signaling he was close.

You lift your mouth up to his ear, whispering sweet nothings to urge him closer to the edge. His fingers descend to dig into your bundle of nerves, drowning you in a sea of white-hot pleasure. Your hips raise up to meet his thrusts, now chasing your own high.

“Let go baby, let go.” Justin murmured against your lips, grunts hot against your skin.

“God, I fucking love you.”

And then you are falling, unraveling between the onslaught of his touches, burning as though a wildfire was raging in you. His lips bring you back to reality, tongue lacing with yours in wild fervor.

His hips continue rolling into you, intelligible mumbles falling from his lips as your walls clamp around him in an effort to push him over the edge. You retreat your mouth from his, trailing it down to his earlobe, taking the soft fleshy skin of it between your teeth.

“Come on Justin.” Your voice is all he needed to reach his high, curses escaping his mouth. He continued pushing into you, trying to prolong the ecstasy that filled his veins.

You tenderly pushed his hair from his forehead, sweat glistening on his forehead. He tilted his lips up to kiss your palm, a soft smile on his face as his movements finally came to a stop. Your eyes mapped out the span of his face, trying to instill how he looked right in this moment forever in your memories. You never wanted to forget the way his eyes shone in adoration or how he glowed like he had constellations buried beneath the layers of his skin, beaming brighter by the second.

He held himself unmoving above you, letting you trace your fingertips over the delicate skin of his eyelids, down to the grooves of his lips. You don’t know how long you laid there with him on the floor, unaware of anything but each other. The only thought that even stepped into the threshold of your mind besides him him and him was that you weren’t scared.

You weren’t scared to fall madly in love with him and you didn’t mind that your love story wasn’t one for the storybooks because God, you fucking loved him too.

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I Promise // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: could you please do a zach imagine wherein zach gives the reader a promise ring? ☺

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Wanted to put out my best work, but not gonna lie I kinda got lazy and procrastinated. Hope y’all like it though. (Also, I kind of had to search up what a promise ring was because I haven’t been in enough relationships or a long enough relationship to know… lmfao)

Warning(s): Just some cutesy shiz, and a very cheesy/extra Zach.

The school day had just ended, as you rushed out of the school hallway in tears.

It was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey, and it seems that he had completely forgotten about it due to his lack of acknowledgement towards the occasion. You wanted to think you were just overreacting, but Zach was your very first boyfriend, and you were probably his billionth girlfriend, and you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken at the idea of him forgetting about a day that was so special for the both of you.

You sped towards your car to head home. That was until your best friend, Jess, stopped you.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going driving home in that kind of state?” She asked, blocking the car door with her body.

“Jess, I’m not in the mood right now. Go away,” you replied, trying to keep your poise.

Next thing you knew, you were sitting in the passenger’s seat of your car, crying to a Sam Smith song, while Jess drove you to her house.

“I mean, how could he possibly forget our anniversary? I thought I was a good girlfriend. Maybe I am a good girlfriend. He’s just not a good boyfriend! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sitting here, with you, no offense I love you, but I’d rather be cuddling with Zach, celebrating our anniversary than crying to some stupid love songs… I mean, I could be, if only he’d ANSWER MY DAMN TEXTS!” you rambled, slightly hyperventilating and pounding the dashboard. “Not even a text. One text would’ve sufficed!”

“Okay, I know you’re upset, but can you chill, Y/N? Seriously,” Jess sighed. “You’re kind of overreacting. Don’t let this one little mistake pull you down. Your relationship isn’t over. You’ll fix this. But for the time being, I’m going to take you out on a little girl’s night out. Get’cho mind off of all this. Sound good?”

4 hours later, you were admiring yourself in front of a mirror, wearing one of Jess��s sexy red dresses, black stilettos, with your hair and makeup all done.

Jess came out of her bathroom wearing a plain black dress, and ballet flats. “Wow, Y/N, you look gorgeous! I did good,” she said, flipping her hair, praising herself for the amazing makeover she gave you.

“Thanks Jess, you look,” you inspected her up and down before finishing, “No offense, but underdressed. What the hell?”

Jess nervously laughed it off, and said, “Well, this night is for you, not for me. Anyway, we’re going to be late to our reservation, so we gotta motor.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, picking up your purse. “Where are we going?”

“Um.. this super fancy restaurant. But it’s a surprise,” she smirked.

Jess forced you to keep your eyes shut for the entire car ride, partly because she “wanted her surprise to be perfect,” but also because every single time you opened your eyes, she honked the car, which annoyed you and probably every other driver on the road.

You felt the car come to a stop, and so you asked, “May I open my eyes now?”

“Yes, you may,” Jess responded, getting out of the car and meeting you on the passenger side.

You opened your eyes, to see you were in front of Monet’s. Your jaw dropped in shock, as you got out of the car and slammed the door behind you. “MONET’S? Really? Thank you for the kind gesture, Jess, but when you said we were going to a ‘fancy restaurant,’ Monet’s wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” you said, crossing your arms. “Also, for your information, it’s closed.”

“Shut up, Y/N, and just don’t question it,” Jess grabbed you by the arm, and opened the front door with a key. You gasped, surprised that she even had one in her possession, as she led you inside the cafe.

Though it was fairly dark inside, the string of lights that hung across the cafe’s ceiling dimly lit up the place, creating a picturesque setting. “Wow, this is beautiful…” You were so lured into the beauty of the room, that you jumped when Jess whispered in your ear, “Have fun, girl.”

You turned around to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but she had already fled the cafe and drove away. In your car. You pursed your lips and clenched your first. A part of you wanted to be angry she left your emotionally vulnerable self alone at a closed cafe by yourself with no way of getting back home, but another part of you knew she was doing this for a reason, so you wandered around the cafe looking for an answer.

You walked towards the counter and noticed a trail of rose petals and candles on the floor leading towards the corner of the room, and that’s when you saw it. Zach Dempsey, the love of your life, all dressed up in a suit and tie, standing in front of the exact table he asked you out at exactly one year ago.

You walked towards your boyfriend, unable to contain the huge smile on your face. He beamed at your presence, and said, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

His compliment sent shivers down your spine, as you hadn’t heard from him all day, and so your first instinct was to leap up and hug him. “I love you,” you whispered into his ear. He held you tightly and kissed your lips softly, then sat you down for some dinner.

After an hour of eating, joking around with each other, and reminiscing on your relationship, Zach began to apologize for leaving you hanging.

“Did you really think I forgot our anniversary?” he chuckled.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I don’t know. Was that stupid of me? You’re my first boyfriend so I don’t really know how these things work…” You sipped on your water, embarrassed.

“No, it’s not stupid. I was the stupid one. I’m sorry I put you through that today. That was not my intention and I really don’t know why I didn’t think about how much my actions would hurt you. I was just really focused on surprising you good,” he said.

Reaching for his hand across the table, you answered, “And you did surprise me good. Seriously, this is the sweetest thing anybody’s ever done for me. How did you even make this happen?”

He blushed at your response, and explained, “Well, first I asked Clay to convince Skye to let me have the cafe after closing so that it could just be the two of us. I know it’s not exactly fancy, but this table we’re sitting at right now has a lot of meaning.. Anyway, I’m surprised Skye said yes, but I guess she’s pretty fond of Clay. Then I asked Jess to trick you into having a fancy girl’s night out with her so you could get all dolled up before meeting me here.”

“Well, she tricked me good,” you responded, making his smile grow even bigger.

He continued, “Oh, and I saved up my allowance for the past few months in order to afford all the candles and roses and stuff.”

You smiled, your heart racing at the idea of him putting in so much effort just to make this one night as special and perfect as it was. You leaned your chin on your hand in admiration, until you came to a realization and commented, “Wait, there’s no way this costed a couple months worth of allowance.”

He sighed, “You’re right. There’s one more thing you haven’t seen yet.” He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny jewelry box.

“Oh my god,” you said softly, as tears began to form in your eyes.

He opened the box to reveal a shiny, diamond-encrusted ring. You stared at it with gratitude, as tears began to fall from your eyes.

Zach reached over to hold your face and wipe your tears with his thumb. You held his hand to your face, and looked up at him staring straight into your eyes, seeing he was tearing up as well. Never have you felt this kind of intimacy with him before, and it wasn’t often that you saw this sensitive side of him. You were crazy about him, and you knew he was crazy about you too.

“Y/N,” he began, “I wanted to give you this ring as a promise. A promise that I will stay forever committed to you and our future. I promise I will never leave your side. I promise that no matter the situation, I will still be here for you always.” He began to choke up, seeing you crying tears of joy. “You’re the only girl who’s ever made me feel this way. You’re the funniest, dorkiest, and most charming girl I know, and I feel so lucky to be loved by you. You’re the first person I’ve ever been in love with, and I want you to know that I promise, I will love you until the end of time.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you got up from your chair, trembling with happiness. He got up and wrapped you in his arms as you both cried tears of joy together.

“God, I’m ruining my makeup,” you joked in between sniffles.

“You’re still beautiful, babe,” he replied. He laid a kiss on your forehead, and said, “Thank you for an amazing year of adventure. Happy anniversary.”

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nvrfrgetu · 6 years

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Zach Dempsey - A to Z

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Zach is experienced, though not so much like one would think, and you were surprised when he told you that to make you feel better about being inexperienced. But if there’s something he’s fucking king of is making out, teasing and caressing all the right parts of your body to make you melt.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Ok, real deal right now. His cock is decently thick, nothing too crazy. But his length is what impressed you, he is long (the boy is 6”3’ after all). Often times you can’t take him all the way down your throat.

Note: This is huge! And like I’ve said before, two letters! Enjoy!

You were determined. You wanted to try a little more on your relationship. You were with Zach just over six months and so far, although you had absolutely nothing to complain about the heated makeout sessions, you wanted to see what it would be like... you know, a little more. You did not know exactly where to start or what to do so that Zach took the tip that you wanted to move to the next phase, but, one thing you were sure: wanted to experiment with him. You wished you could touch his body a little more, also wanted him to touch more of your body. You wanted to feel more skin with skin, to know how his mouth would feel in other places, to know how other places would feel in your mouth. The way he made you feel was what made you take that decision. Zach knew exactly where to squeeze, where to kiss to leave you completely warm, really burning and all you wanted was to know what it would be like a little more. Although being turned on was not strange to you in relating to someone, Zach was different. It had nothing to do with getting you to be excited, but controlling yourself while you were together. It was hard not to give in to temptation, not to beg him to go a little further and explore your body more, because he was really focused on the limits and you didn’t have the guts to ask him to be more, well, shameless.

That's why you were nervous as Zach chatted excited about the latest training routines and how the biology test had gone well after all. You commented this or that and smiled, but your mind wasn’t really there. The proof was that when Zach parked the car in front of his house, you took about 10 seconds to realize it. Apologizing in embarrassment as he laughed at how you had spaced out.

You got out of the car and you realized at a glance that the garage was empty, confirming that his mother wasn’t home and that Zach's sister was probably at home with the nanny or at one of the several extracurricular classes Ms. Dempsey made her take it. You hoped internally for the last one and then you felt guilty about it - you knew the girl hated most classes, but you needed some alone time with Zach if you were going to put your plan into practice and, God, you wanted to put your plan into practice. Zach seemed to notice your nervousness, because he took your hand and interlaced your fingers together, giving you a reaffirming smile. You felt warm and smiled back, giving him a little jerk with your hip, which made him laugh.

- "What are you in the mood for?" - Zach asked as he opened the door to his house, letting you pass first before entering and closing it. The house was silent and you send a little thanks to the heavens. - “I don’t know, pizza? Chinese?”

- “Hello!” - Zach almost screamed in the empty living room. He seemed surprised at the lack of people at home and quickly walked to the kitchen to see if anyone was there. You stood by the couch in the living room, trying to calm down before he returned, but you could feel your face heating up.

- "Weird, there’s no one home.” - He shrugged, returning to the room. You felt more comfortable at his sight and sat down on the couch, trying to look calmer. After all, the last thing you wanted was for him to interpret your uneaseness in the wrong way.

- "Your sister has any extracurricular classes today?" - You offered, turning the TV on, even though you didn’t give a damn about what was passing.

- “Don’t think so.” - Zach fumbled looking for his cell phone in his pockets and then seemed to check his messages. His face relaxed, which told you that probably his sister had warned him and he hadn’t seen it. Pretty normal stuff.

- "She's at a friend's house, my mother let her sleep there today. Some school work.”

- "She already have these kinds of works?" You were really surprised, Zach laughed and nodded, dialing something on the phone.

- "Then pizza.” - You nodded and smiled, feeling significantly calmer. Zach made the request and then came to sit next to you, and you took the opportunity to change your position and lay with your head on his lap, anticipating your future moves. He took the TV control and switched channels until he found something that interested him, which turned out to be a marathon of the old episodes of Game of Thrones. You took advantage of the fact that he was paying attention to the episode and sat down on the couch, body leaning on him. He smiled at you and shifted his position on the couch so that you layed on his pectoral, both reclining on the couch.

Slowly, you turned, until you were with your face in front of Zach's chest. He didn’t seem to notice what you wanted until you lifted your face to him, and when he looked at you, the smile that sprouted on his lips made you blush and heat. He leaned back and soon his lips captured yours, his hands coming lightly to your waist, even as one of your hands stroked the back of his neck. It was easy to deepen the kisses with Zach, first because it was deliciously tempting to slide your tongue into his mouth and explore every possible corner, second because he was always more than willing to start a heated make-out session whenever he had the opportunity . So things escalated fast until you were finally stradling your boyfriend in one of the best kisses you have ever exchanged. His tongue wandered along with yours, a delicious exchange of affection as his hands roamed your waist and then tightened around your body to bring it closer to his.

Zach's lips always fascinated you, small but full and extremely soft - and you loved to bite them. Your hands didn’t seem satisfied, traveling between Zach's hair, down his neck and then his strong shoulders, until you made the decision and let them slip through his pectoral, surprising him when your hands reached the edge of his shirt and your fingers slowly wandered down.

You could sense how surprised Zach was, especially when the kiss was stopped and he looked straight into your eyes, blush spreading all the way to the point of his ears, what you were pretty sure you were mirroring right now. That was your moment of truth, which encouraged you beyond the shame that was burning inside and made your hands slither higher up his abdomen, taking his shirt along, while your eyes remained staring deep into Zach's, and now his face was the clear expression of nervousness. He seemed to swallow, but his eyes burned in yours, not just questions... curiousity. He slowly let go of the hands that tightened on your thighs, looking deeply at you the whole time it took you to slowly lift his shirt, your fingers tracing the abdomen beneath the garment until he raised his arms and you undid the garment, throwing it in any corner while your eyes were drawn to the body at display.

You couldn’t contain the little sigh that came from your lips and even if you were not looking directly to his face, you saw a litle smile on his face. Truth be told, you’d already seen him shirtless, of course. In practice, after the games, the pool… But it was something else entirely to be able to enjoy it in that intimate way, while you were sitting on his lap, feeling the warm skin and defined muscles below your palm. You slowly massaged his muscles until you reached his chest, your hands pressing against his warm skin, your eyes enjoying the view until you tried to slowly scratch him from his chest to abdomen. Zach jumped against your hand, grunting as one of his arms came to wrap around your waist and the other dipped to grap your hair, pulling you into an overwhelming kiss. You were lost for a few seconds for the force of the kiss, your tongues battling while his hands clenched around you, your hands tightening on his skin, wandering from his back to the defined muscles of his abs. Without realizing it, you pressed closer against him, and then without planning you lowered your hips and pressed against Zach and immediately stopped.

A huge volume pressed exactly against you and you froze in reflex. Zach sucked a breath, as if you had hurt him and then you looked at his face to search for signs of hurt, but though his face was momentarily scrunched, pain was not what it seemed he felt. Immediately, realization dawned on you and warm shame poured everywhere making you blush hard and avoid looking into his eyes, even though you didn’t move or stopped sitting right on top of him. While you were embarrassed by the realization that he was really excited - and had this fucking size - you also felt strangely warm for another reason, your skin prickling up with the possibilities that passed through your mind. And you realized you weren’t afraid of what, surprisingly, you wanted to do. Of course, you were ashamed, you had never done it before and Zach was the first guy you had reached that point, but when you thought about all the ways you wanted to explore those sensations, no fear clouded your mind… just desire.

You looked back into Zach's face to see that his blush had spread all over his face and he had a careful expression, as if afraid to have frightened or offended you. You thought again about what had been on your mind these last few days, how you wanted to explore with Zach, and then... you moved again, slowly, against the volume. His eyes widened in surprise as he searched your eyes and you stared back, feeling bold, a small, shy smile on your lips as you continued to tentatively sense what was hidden by Zach's clothes. He looked torn, but let you continue, his hands just holding tightly to your thighs - a delicious squeeze. You leaned slowly over his lips and tasted them in a slow, careful kiss. Of course, you were turned on too, but you didn’t want it to go too far... at that moment you just wanted to, well, explore and Zach allowed you to do so, quietly responding to your kiss, while waiting for you to show the way. It was clear who was in control and it made you all the more tempted, stuck in a rush of adrenaline mixed with desire. Slowly, you began to slip up his legs to sit on his knees, breaking the kiss slowly to show him the next steps...

You looked down and saw the volume clearly restrained against the material of his boxers, plainly disguised by his sweatshirt shorts. Okay, right, it wasn’t like you'd seen another, but... wow. It wasn’t small at all and was apparently pretty tight. Of course you knew how it was... you studied biology, not to mention that boys had no discretion with dick pics on snapchat from time to time and like every other person you had received porn videos on whatsapp groups, but this was completely different. And it was Zach.

Your eyes slowly rose up through the naked top of his body, enjoying everything you saw - and really, everything. From his pectoral to his shoulders to his arms, to the most beautiful expression of shyness that adorned the face of your boyfriend. You tried to smile, but it was all very overwhelming and you were sure that your smile should look anything but comforting. Still, your lips opened more involuntarily because you were happy... completely apprehensive, half embarrassed and nervous as hell, but happy. Because it was Zach. His eyes focussed in your smile and he seemed to look better at your face, a small smile breaking his tight lips too and soon you were leaning slowly towards each other for a slow and chaste kiss, which was more about support than about the sensuality of the moment. Feeling safer and bolder, your hand slowly descended from the back of Zach's neck all over his body, letting him feel the way, until you reached the edge of his shorts, your fingers practically brushing his cock. Then you broke the contact of your lips and pressed your foreheads together to look him straight in the eyes... and the words left your lips without you planning it right.

- "Can I..." - Your voice was hoarse and you had to cough slightly to finish, your face warming in shame. - "Can I see it? I’ve never... "- you swallowed hard and Zach seemed to do the same. - "You know." - Zach was blushing, his eyes wide and his mouth tight, an expression that was both insecure and worried; He was hot, there were red marks on his neck and some small scratches on his abs that had happened unintentionally on your part; he seemed to be sweating in nervousness and you regretted asking at the same time. You were almost getting up and apologizing as his hands tightened around your thighs and you looked at him in surprise, but then his lips were bumping into yours in a messy kiss. When you parted, Zach still had a restrained look on his face, but he leaned back against the couch and massaged your thighs encouragingly. - "Yes..." - Now it was his turn to cough and you almost laughed. - "If you want... huh, you can..." - He gave a nod to his dick. - “han, er... look..." Then he sort of panicked and was quick to mend. "Only if you want, I... huh..." - “Zach.” - You called and he stopped babbling. - “Relax.”

Though he still seemed nervous, the word helped, and he smiled humorously this time, shaking his head and squeezing his lips again as if he were holding back a smile. The fact that he was still blushing just made him even sweeter and you almost kissed him again. Almost, because now that he seemed lighter, you felt lighter and that volume between you both seemed to catch attention like it was glowing neon. Your eyes went down almost involuntarily with the thought and there it was. His cock was almost outlined against the clothes. A large, thick volume, a little curved by the restraint, with two full round forms at the end of it, which seemed to pulsate now that it was the center of attention. Heat radiated between the two of you and your hands went to the edge of his shorts as you looked quickly at his face to be greeted by a confirmation, then you slowly hooked your fingers on the edge of his boxers and his shorts and pulled them slowly just enough for his penis to jump out, letting go of them just a little below his cock. Your eyes were glued to his penis completely erected between them, hard and swollen, with thick veins, long enough to reach just below his navel, a thick, flashy volume against his abdomen, so much that it was Zach who lifted his hips gingerly and lowered his clothes a little more until they were down the middle of his thighs, to make him more comfortable. Your eyes drifted to his quickly, in a silent question.

He just nodded as he swallowed, his eyes glued to her movements, watching as your hand slowly descended through his abdomen and his penis literally jumped in anticipation, slapping against the skin. An appreciative sigh escaped your lips as Zach seemed to tremble. Then your hand reached near his member and the movement repeated itself, as Zach's breathing increased, audible sighs as he seemed to try and control the movements of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. He looked tempting - huge and hot and oh my god - and your mind raced to even bolder things that would keep your mouth busy, the images encouraging you, and then your fingers slowly descended the long straight line. He was warm, hard and soft and as Zach held his breath you reached the base of his penis and closed your fist around it, only slightly, for fear of squeezing it. He didn’t had much hair, apparently trimmed. Your hand slipped slowly in a slight squeeze to the big head, marveling at the feel of it in your hand, and then down the same path to the base, skin stretching to show how something transparent flowed out of it.. you felt tempted to prove it but resumed repeating the movement of your hand and Zach grunted low, which made you look at him.

Ignoring his deep blush, you drank the tortured expression of his face, a few drops of sweat forming on his forehead. You didn’t hold back and with the other hand reached for your boyfriend’s neck, pulling him forward for a fiery kiss. Zach moaned into the kiss and you were surprised when his hand wrapped over yours at the base of his penis, tightening your grip and guiding your movements. Surprise surged through you for a moment, thinking it would hurt him, but he moaned into the kiss as he nibbled at your lower lip and you knew it was just the opposite; closing your hand just as Zach's grip had done, you continued to explore above and below, marveling at the soft, yet hard texture, the pulsating sensation in your hand while his skin looked feverish. The transparent droplets were piling up on the head of his dick and you instinctively let your hand slide up to it, easing down now that it was wet with the liquid. Zach moaned again and this time he had to break the kiss, tossing his head back as his hand let go of yours again to grip tightly at your thighs.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times before any sound escaped through her. - "If you continue with this..." - His voice was hoarse and tempting and you were forced to raise the pressure of your hand around his dick, sliding hard and easily with the pre-cum, stealing a moaning before he finished the sentence. He gave you a nasty glare, but it didn’t look threatening when everything in him indicated that he was loving it. For some reason, you knew you should go faster and that's what you did. Keeping the tight grip around his cock, you slid your hand back up to the wet head and came down spreading the liquid, then increased the speed of your movements, watching as your boyfriend closed his eyes hard and opened them wide, the open mouth seeking air and getting in the way of words.

- "Babe..." - A deep sigh that seemed to be the most delicious thing you've ever heard and immediately your other hand began to wander around his body, shoulders, abdomen, arms, small scratches that left marks in some places. His eyebrows flew almost to his hairline as your hand came down his abdomen to help the other. It was clear that you needed it to be wetter, so without even thinking you spat on his dick and with the movement spread it down, realizing how part of it went down to his balls.

- "Fuck." - A delicious grunt from the deepest of Zach's throats as he squeezed his closed eyes and bit his lips. His pleasure left you electric and bold, so while one hand continued the fast and tight movement, the other slowly descended through his groin until reached his balls. You were a little fearful, so you just caressed them, finding their skin funny and strange, and noticing how hot and pulsating they were. Zach moaned loudly, catching your attention and his expression was contracted in a mixture of torture and pleasure. Then he blew hot air between his teeth.

"I'm close... please..." - You weren’t sure what he was asking for, so you didn’t stop. As one of your hands continued the up and down movement, now even easier by how wet his cock was, the other dared to explore his balls a little more; the texture was so strange when compared to the hardness of his penis that your hand decided to squeeze them lightly, tentatively. Zach groaned loudly, his hands on your thighs clenched tightly, and then his arms came to wrap and hug you. Everything happened so fast that you had hardly noticed the hot jets flying on your hand, the other one in his balls flying over to his arm to offer you support, and when you dared to slide your hand through his cock again, feeling the sticky, warm texture of the hot liquid, Zach moaned and squeezed you more tightly, restricting your movements. You could feel his mouth moving against your neck as if he wanted to say something, so you resumed stroking the back of his neck with the hand that was not stuck between their bodies.

Out of nowhere, the bell rang like a siren and broke the secretive, secure climate you both had established. Shame flooded you into scary waves and you were suddenly extremely super aware of what had happened. Perhaps mirroring your feelings, Zach and you pushed at the same time, moving away from each other. - "Shit". - One of you or both cursed and a quick glance between yourselfs and you were gasping in blind panic at who might be because Zach was messy from his belly to the waistband of his shorts and the front of your blouse was not in better situation. Zach must been thinking the same because he shot you a wide-eyed look and then you were running around looking for your backpack and quickly heading to the kitchen when the pizza delivery calls finally made sense to your ears.

You and Zach looked at each other suddenly relieved as he quickly got up and pulled his shorts and underwear up, picking up his shirt from the floor and putting it on to cover the big mess he was. As Zach walked to the front door, you could hear him picking up the pizza and thanking the guy as he paid, your blood finally began to slow down and you started leaning against the kitchen door to regulate your breathing. When Zach returned with the pizza, you looked at each other and muttered in return, as if someone could hear.

- “Holy fuck.” - He shook his head as if he couldn’t speak and then passed you to put the pizza on the table, removing his shirt and wiping himself with it. He wouldn’t look at you when he suddenly began to undo himself into giggles and said: - “Next time, not in the fucking living room.” You just nodded.

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