5 hrs later the BBMA’s I began to cry meanwhile listening to 봄날 and realized that I just witnessed one of the most exciting and most beautiful moments in THOUSANDS even MILLIONS of people’s lives on TV.
This award is not just for us (ARMY), but for those 7 boys who became men right before our eyes.
They made history; from being the first Kpop group to be nominated, having the most votes and surpassing JB, to being the first Kpop group to win the TOP SOCIAL ARTIST AWARD!!!
Taehyung almost cried meanwhile standing on stage accepting the award, Yoongi immediately grabbed the award with a big smile on his face, Namjoon (from my perspective) was stuttering- not because of his bad English, because his English is better than mine- out of shock, and Chim, Kook, Jin, and Hobi were absolutely speechless.
They went through the hardest things in life from mental illnesses to leaving their families, being dead ass broke, and growing up under a spotlight; they deserve this award.
I’m glad to call myself an ARMY and be a part of this fandom watching our boys grow.
I’m proud of our boys and I’m 10000000% sure you are too.
Just a quick little smutty chapter. Felt like it had been a while since I wrote some smut for these two, it was overdue. As always, thanks to the lovely @shesafreesoul for giving me her feedback! It’s short and not my best but I hope you guys like it anyway!
Ivar found it hard to concentrate on anything Ubbe was
saying when Kára licked her lips like a cat about to pounce as she dragged
those stormy hazel eyes over his body. The heat of her gaze burned him, brought
a flush creeping up the back of his neck and awakened a flame in his groin.
Although she had always been a wanton little Valkyrie, with her belly grew her
appetite for him.
His gaze rested on her belly now, following the slow
circling of her hand across the swelling
that was just starting to become noticeable all the time. His child nestled
there, protected and warm. He wondered briefly if the baby could feel the
caresses of its mother. The thought warmed him even as he realized its
Her hand slid lower and Ivar hissed as he imagined what her
hand did beneath the table. One finger probably teased her own nub through her
dress. She would be so slick and warm there would be little resistance as he
sheathed himself in her. “Later, Ubbe,” he suddenly cut in, voice a guttural growl.
Ubbe took one look at the storm brewing behind Ivar’s blue
eyes and rose hastily. “I’ll go talk to the scouts who found Brynjar’s forces.”
His green cloak swished behind him as he strode quickly toward the door, and
before he had even left Kára was crawling over the table toward Ivar.
She never even got to him, because Ivar pulled himself up on
the table and crashed his lips into hers. His fingers tangled in her braids,
tugging them loose so he could feel the silkiness of the strands against his
skin. Kára pulled back suddenly, tsking at him in disapproval. “Did I say you
could undo my hair, Ivar?” He growled, pulling roughly on a half-undone braid
before releasing her hair.
Before he even realized what was happening, her warm,
calloused hands on his chest pushed him back to lay on the table. She leaned
down to nibble on his exposed neck, but drew back with a hiss when Ivar’s
wandering hands found her tender breasts. “I did not say you could touch me,”
Kára scolded, slapping his hand impatiently away.
Breathing heavy, Ivar looked up at her, wanting to see the
expectations in her eyes, but she was focusing her attention on removing his
trousers. Sometimes she took him by surprise this way, demanding he submit to
her. He found it wildly tantalizing, strangely intoxicating to be swept along
in the raging tides of her passion. She had untied his trousers by now and he
lifted his hips to help her slide them off. Her warm, calloused hand grasped
his cock, and she sighed in approval at his hardness.
Then she was hitching her skirts above her hips and lining
herself up with his prick. She sank onto him with a breathy moan, her hot
slickness holding him tight. “Watching
you strategize with Ubbe,” she began, rocking her hips against him, “made me
need you. Now. I am in love with your cunning mind, and I hope our child is as
clever as you.” She grasped his hands and placed them on her hips; his fingers
pulled against the blue wool of her dress. “Rock into me.” Her commanding tone
left no space for argument. Ivar couldn’t have denied her even if he wanted to.
She threw back her head, shouting his name as he drove home
into her. His hands pulled her hips hard against him. She ground down onto him
with all the force she could muster. Ivar found the sight of her riding him
more magnificent than anything he had ever witnessed. Her messy auburn hair
prettier than autumn leaves, the sight of her blossoming belly and heavy
breasts bouncing with each thrust only drove him to fuck her harder.
Ivar had been captivated by her from the very first, thought
her a wild Valkyrie come to carry him home. But here she was, a goddess
carrying his child, lovelier than any woman on Midgard had a right to be. With
one last sloppy thrust he spilled his seed deep into her, reveled in her
screams and her shuddering body as she convulsed around his cock.
He watched her as she rode him, felt the need still coursing
through her. “Ivar,” she mewled, “your tongue. I’m still aching for you, and
your tongue makes me feel like a goddess.” He helped her clamber off him and
lay back on the table. He didn’t make her wait, his wild little woman, before
he plunged his tongue eagerly into her soaked core. Her thighs clamped lightly
around his head, anchoring him. She demanded all from him, and all he had was
hers to take.
He switched his attention to her clit, pulling it into his
mouth and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue. Her back arched as he
slid two fingers into her. “Ivar,” his name left her mouth in a moan. “The way
you suck me like that drives me crazy. And your fingers,” she trailed off in
another moan. His pace was grueling now, fueled by the intensity of her need
He loved making her feel this, loved her telling him just
exactly what he did to her. She came quick and hard, grinding herself into the
heel of his hand. His tongue wandered to her slit, licking the moisture from
the thick nest of curls that grew there. He ran his tongue in one last long,
slow sweep across her entrance before hoisting himself up to rest on one hand.
He wiped his other hand across his mouth and grinned proudly down at his fierce
little Valkyrie, still shuddering on the table.
So I was going to say I'm super excited to read a BDSM story from you, then I thought, that's really fucking weird? Like, hey random strangers whose stories I read on a constant basis, thank you for fulfilling my kinky desires? I don't know. I feel like that's weird....
Not in Fandom! lol
Actually I know what you mean. It IS kinda weird. I mean, writers and artists gift friends and fandom with porn, and there are people who wait eagerly for it. Where else will you see someone say “Hey, I noticed you’re sad, so I wrote some hardcore smut with all these obscure kinks for you, I love you” and no one really questions it? It’s awesome!
In fact, I wrote this post about it the first time it occurred to me that the things I write are making someone I don’t even know horny, and it’s kinda like flirting with strangers lol.
i feel like jungkook would be the type to lay on top of you while you’re on your phone or watching tv and he would just sit there and play with your hair and make cute little noises to get your attention and when he finally does get your attention he would hide his face and smile rly big and act shy and probably say something like “your hair is soft” and adfdg kill me now
Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.
Count: 9,656 words.
The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.
There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!
Twenty-three years old and pregnant.
You throw up again.
This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.
a/n: my first woozi fic, my first seventeen fic, my first kpop fic. this was supposed to be something really simple and silly, but my dumb ass had to go and add a bunch of sadness and backstory to it, as always. as you can see, it got dramatically out of hand. i’m so sorry, i hope someone likes it
~ in which you haven’t gotten off in like six months, and lee jihoon is the pleasure specialist, himself. (he’s also a little bit more than that.)
“I promise you, you won’t regret this,” Wendy reassured you, but they were words she always said right before she convinced you to do something that you definitely would regret. She’d used them very often over the past year, during which she’d somehow convinced you to go on roughly thirty blind dates that she’d set up in her desperate attempts to get you “back out there.” You knew her heart was in the right place, but every single date had been a disaster. The problem was that if she knew a guy who wasn’t already taken, there was a reason for it. The first set-up been with a guy named Jinho who still lived with his ex-girlfriend (in a one bedroom apartment) and adamantly refused to wear deodorant; one guy, Jinwoo, told you he had recently quit his job and moved back in with his parents because he hadn’t had enough time to play League; you’d tried so hard to will yourself to forget the second to last guy, but how could you forget the name (Daehyun) of someone who sat down across from you and proceeded to ignore you for the whole two hours it took him to eat a salad, baked potato, and two steaks before “suddenly realizing” he forgot his wallet, telling you he didn’t think you were his type, and leaving you to foot the bill.
There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.
I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.
I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.
I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.
The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.
“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”
“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.
“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.
“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.
“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.
I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.
“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”
I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.
“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.
“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.
“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.
“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.
My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.
“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.
“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.
“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.
He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.
He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.
“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.
I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.
He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.
“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.
I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.
“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.
“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.
Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.
“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.
“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.
“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.
I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.
“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.
“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.
I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.
“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.
“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.
“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.
“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.
He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.
“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.
I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.
We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.
He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.
It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.
“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut warnings: kinda semi public smut i guess, gambling wordcount: 5.7k
A game of poker is what you come for - but you soon realize, the real prize you want is the infamous player named V. Who will win the game?
The atmosphere, charged with caution and rigged luck.
Bitter chuckles, mocking taunts, mumbled curses and the sweet sound of chips clattering. Crowds around tables, blinking slot machines, shouts about bets. There is a tension in the air, the one caused by taking risks and the cold sweat that comes with it. A final check is made somewhere over there and the gathered bystanders applaud. It nearly drowns out the smooth jazz filling the background but it’s nothing you pay attention to anyway.
No, the click of your heels on the stone floor does not halt at the commotion of the countless tables, lecherous greed roused up by cheering masses, waving money, placing bets, losing or winning it all. Those games hold no interest to you, way too public, too exposed, too little to win.
Notes: THE TITLE IS SELF EXPLANATORY, PWP, one shot, smut. Established relationship (Bucky x Reader), unlabeled relationship
dynamic, explicit sex scenes, messy sex, threesome, DP, the author is going to hell for this, her bags are already packed
Summary: You and Bucky head home, ready to place the
finishing touches on your date night. Steve calls, and everyone gets what they needed.
A/N: I needed this, too. Partly because I’m procrastinating
on another story I should be writing, partly because I haven’t posted any new fics
in a while, and partly because I needed this.
Did you need it too? Let me know what you think, and as always—enjoy! ^_^
Bucky held your hand gently with his flesh one, leading you
down the hallway to his room. You were both quiet but giggling innocently. Date
night had gone well. It was a simple night out—movie and a dinner. You always
preferred it in that order instead of the other way around. Watching the movie
first meant that dinner didn’t have to be rushed. But you two skipped dessert to
save time anyway. The real treat would come later in the night.
You were back in Bucky’s room. The lights were dimmed and
soft ambient music filtered through Bucky’s computer speakers. The mood was set
just the way you liked it. He approached you quietly, eying you sweetly. Both
of your clothes came off easily, and soon Bucky had you on the ground in the
nest of blankets and pillows set up in the corner. He rested his muscular,
naked body between your equally naked legs and leaned over you. Bucky peppered
kisses wherever he could until he finally met your lips. He ground his pelvis
against yours, feeling your pussy get slick against his cock without slipping
himself in quiet yet. He wanted to warm you up first.
Off in the pile of discarded clothes, Bucky’s phone began to
ring. Neither of you noticed until it stopped and your phone started ringing right
afterwards. Then Bucky’s twice. Back to yours again.
Bucky grinned against your lips before getting to his feet.
“Oh right, our treat.” His semi-hard bobbed from side to side as he walked over
to the clothes and dug out his phone. It was Steve.
The phone rang again and Bucky answered immediately.
+ It’s dark when she opens her eyes. Not the dark of late evening, when the stars have begun to twinkle in the sky—when the only sound to be heard is the choral chirping of insects, the darkening of doorways. No, it’s a darkness that knows it will have to fade eventually, a grey dawn that casts their bedroom in a hazy, dreamlike glow.
A nippy, quiet breeze smelling suspiciously of rain tiptoes through the open window and she catches the scent of him on the air. It’s a spicy mixture of cologne and sweat, a warm, enticing blend that clashes wonderfully with the fresh, tingling wetness of an impending storm. She can feel his rough, weathered fingers against the bare flesh of her waist. The tap, tap, tapping of his thumb against her belly. The smooth, hard metal of his ring against her stomach not unlike the steady ringing of a church bell, a far off song, a call to his side.
Summary: Phil and dan run into each other at the grocery store and phil recognizes dan as his favorite pornstar via his ass
Word Count: 1.5k+
Warnings: none that I can thinking of? Cursing?? As per usual. A small moment where phil thinks dan wants to stop?
Ass ID :
“Please, god please Phil, yes, you fuck me so good! Hmph, god love your cock, so good to me.”
4 hours earlier ;
“Cereal, milk, brea- oomph!” I stumble back and quickly grab the closest thing to me which happens to be a boy about my age, steadying us both. He looks familiar and I cock my head to the side, not so subtly checking him out, where do I know him from?
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” He smiles, deep dimples digging into his cheeks and god, I know those dimples. Fuck, he’s so cute.
Without thinking, I stick my hand out, “Phil, sorry for running into you.” I feel my face heat up a little as he puts his hand in mine.
“Dan.” He turns around, spotting a loaf of bread on the floor behind him and bending down to grab it, and that’s when it clicks. If you had asked me two weeks ago, that’s I’d be recognizing my favorite porn star from his ass, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, in the grocery store next to the star of all my wank fantasies, DanIsNotATop. Jesus Christ, only I could end up in this situation.
He straightens up and turns to me with a smirk, “Like what you see?”
I blush furiously, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t at all what I’m like, uh, I- nevermind, I’ll just be going now.” I quickly turn around and head in the opposite direction of the bread, great.
“Hey! Wait up!” I curse my luck as Dan catches up to walk next to me.
“Excuse me if this is forward, but you’re hot and I’m free all day.” I gaped at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
The dimpled boy blushes, “Yeah, that was probably weird, I mean, we’re in the middle of a grocery store for god’s sake. Sorry, I’m a little too forward for my own good sometimes.” I’m so shellshocked that it seems my brain and mouth have stopped communicating and the words fall out of my mouth before I can think it through.
“Not surprising with your profession, I’m sure you gain a lot of confidence for that kind of stuff, what with everyone wanting to fuck you all the time.” My eyes almost pop out of their sockets, and I’m internally wishing for god to come and take me, for the ground to swallow me up, maybe even aliens abducting me would suffice. Of all the reactions, I do not expect Dan to start hysterically laughing.
“Oh my god! Well yeah I guess you’re right, aren’t you? So you watch me?” I nod dumbly, too surprised to even form words, probably a good thing at this point.
“Just have one question…when you say ‘everyone’ wants to fuck me, does that include you?” He’s looking up at me through thick, dark eyelashes and I’m swallowing before speaking up,
“Well, I mean, yes? Who wouldn’t wanna fuck you?” He giggles and I’m instantly endeared,
“There are a few people I can only hope don’t want to have sex with me, for example, my grandma.”
“Oh my god, Dan! That’s disgusting! Why is that the first example you think of?!” I let out a roaring laugh, my tongue poking out between my teeth and my hand coming up to cover my mouth.
When our laughter dies down he takes a step closer, getting into my personal space and whispering in my ear, “Offer still stands, if you aren’t secretly my grandma.”
I hum, “I guess I’ll just spend my night alone baking cookies then, too bad, I’d really thought this disguise would get me through.”
We giggle and I place my hand on his hip, traveling slowly to his back pocket and drawing out his phone before typing my number in, “Text me your number.” He does and I send him my address.
Leaning in till my lips brush against his ear as I begin to talk, breath hot and heavy, “7pm, don’t be late, princess.” I slip my tongue out to lick at the shell of his ear, watching goosebumps arise and feeling him shiver under my hands. I pull back, wink, and turn and walk towards the bread.
Current time ;
So that’s how I ended up in bed with the idol of my sexual delusions, being straddled by thick thighs, cock absolutely throbbing in my boxers. We had both already stripped to nothing but our boxers, or well, panties for dan. “Good god, Dan, you’re so hot for me, babe, gonna let me have you, yeah?” He nods eagerly into our kisss.
“Please, phil, touch me I want you to stretch me, please.”
“Mm, yes baby ‘course, c’mon let’s get you you out of those panties.” I flip us over, pulling off the black lace in one quick motion as dan lifts his hips up, before reaching for the lube lying next to me and popping the cap. Squirting a copious amount onto my fingers and warming it up between them, I kiss dan passionately distracting him from my hand wandering to his sex. I swirl my index finger around his rim before pushing in slowly, letting him adjust before thrusting it into him.
After a bit of stretching, I begin to search for his prostate, crooking my fingers at a different angle at every entrance to him, until I found it, well at least I think I do, since Dan lets out a series of pornstar moans (funnily enough) and pushed his ass back onto my fingers.
“Take me, I’m ready I promise, I swear it phil lease take me I’m begging you please!” Who could deny that? Certainly not me.
“I got you, baby, I’m gonna take real good care of you, don’t you worry.” I shed my briefs, grabbing the condom package next to me and ripping it open clumsily, about to roll it onto myself when dan’s hand comes up to catch my wrist, effectively halting my movements.
I look up, my eyebrows scrunching together. Did he want to stop? Before I can ask he shyly looks up at me, “Wanna do it.” I nod and hand over the condom, moving my hips closer to him so he can grasp my thickness, slowly pumping me before rolling the condom onto my shaft, grabbing the lube bottle, slathering it onto my length, and guiding my to his entrance. I push into the confining heat of him, groaning at the right grip, hovering over him, and breathing hot shallow breaths onto his sweat glistening neck.
“So good for me Dan, taking me so well, huh? Look at you, so nice. Such a pretty boy you are, princess.” A loud whimper escapes him, before he’s grinding back onto my cock.
“I’m good, I’m so good, you can move, move please please,” he rambles into my ear, pushing his onto into my hips, making my breathing stutter in pleasure. I pull out till only my cock head is inside him, before for slowly pushing back inside, watching his hole stretch so filthily around my thick rod, like I’ve daydreamed oh so many times before.
“So good on my cock, god, you’re so tight around me, fuck, dan shit,” I pull out, only to slam in a again and again, setting a hard and fast pace and angling my hips to slam into his prostate repeatedly, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist, face in the crook of my neck, fingernails absolutely tearing up my back, and groans falling shamelessly from both our mouths.
“Please, god please Phil, yes, you fuck me so good! Hmph, god love your cock, so good to me.” I can feel him tightening around my shaft, can physically feel him approaching orgasm, pushing me along as well. “C-close, phil, gonna cu-cum.”
I reach between us to fist his swollen cock, alerting him to my similar state, I’m losing pattern, heat pooling in my abdomen, before I feel Dan clench around me so fucking tight, my hips stutter and I can hear dan yelling his release as I spill into the condom, thrusting shallowly to ride out our orgasms.
“So fucking good, better than I ever imagined.” Dan giggles breathlessly, swatting my slick chest playfully as I gently pull out of him, careful not to hurt him, tie off the condom, tossing it into the bin, and falling onto my back beside dan. Our breathing synchronizes, sweat and cum drying uncomfortably on our naked bodies, and yet dan rolling over onto my chest, curling into my side, his arm draped around my midsection.
“This ok? I don’t usually get to like, uhm, cuddle? After sex I mean, so yeah sorry if this is weird, yeah.” I wrap my arm around him, holding him to my side when I feel him start to extract himself out of embarrassment.
“Shh, gonna sleep, yeah? S’nice. You’re warm.” And something feels right, as dan shifts to get more comfortable and then lays his head on my chest, his hair tickling my chin, legs tangled with my own. Something feels right, and I have a little feeling this won’t be the last time I find myself with an armful of tan skin and warm brown eyes.
Summary: This is like the second installment of me writing angsty Calum because I love that so much and idk why?? So it’s hard to make a summary but it’s basically Calum being really sad over Y/N leaving after a fight and trying to cope with all his emotions at once.
a shaky breath escape his lips once he forced his eyes to glare out of the
window. With one single glance towards the wrong direction he knew he wouldn’t
have been able to look away from it again.
time. He didn’t have the power, the control or the mentality to do it.
Ever since they got together, Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane often find themselves getting caught up in work. This ultimately leads to the couple having less and less time for each other. So when Alec has to cancel their plans for a weekend together once again, he decides that enough is simply enough. Screw work. Screw everything.
Little did he know that Magnus isn’t working this weekend but has instead taken some days off—without telling him. Apparently there is only way to find out why: Drive to Magnus’ cabin in the middle of nowhere and confront him. A good plan. But since when does life follow a certain plan… ?
(sequel to “The Notorious Pumpkin Pie” but can be read individually)
Summary: Y/N’s dad is a viking who kills dragons so when she gets kidnapped by one he obviously goes to save her. But whilst she’s there she bonds with Michael the hybrid dragon, will her dad kill him to save his daughter?
I’m sorry I’ve been gone for like 2 months but hey I’m sorta back? enjoy babes xo
“We will fight and we won’t give up” My dad shouted. I looked off the stage at my fellow vikings, they were all geared up and ready to battle. I clenched my teeth together, watching every one put there swords in the air and chant. I grabbed the sword next to me, which was my fathers many moon’s ago. He had slayed many of the biggest and scariest dragons with it and he had passed it down to me. I slid it into the pouch and walked across the stage to stand behind my dad in support.
“This is our time. Our battle. The beasts won’t know what’s hit them” he roared.I smirked out knowing that I would have the most blood on my hand’s as they were all pretty weak. I’m not saying I;m the best because that would be boosting my ego to much and I may get cocky. But I sure am one of the best. There were many vikings of all ages, some old like my dad and few new ones. Most of the fighters were men, women could chose to fight but most of them stayed home with the children. I was probably one of 15 women out of 200 men. But the women fighters were the best.
“So let’s go fight and we’re not coming back until the dragons have been slayed or captured” he yelled, taking out his sword and punching the air with it. I stood back and watched the crowed roar with excitement and it buzzed through me too. The vikings started leading out the small stadium. My dad strides over to me with his big helmet hat, being the ‘president’ of the land he was made to wear this massive hat which was to big for his head.
“You ready?” He smiled, squeezing my shoulder. I nodded my head and smiled and he could see my excitement. “Don’t get to excited, remember they’re evil creatures and can harm you”
Genre: smut, kinda fluffy maybe?
Warnings: blackmail, daddy kink, uh I think that’s it
“c'mon, dan, you haven’t gotten laid in months, you need to get over Jason, and moving on begins with having sex with strangers. Safe sex of course” I stare blankly at pj from my place in the crevice of my couch. “Are you done now?” He sighs, “yes,” “good” I turn back to my computer only to have it snatched away from me. Looking up, I see pj running down the hallway into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I run after him, stopping to knock at the door, “I’m already over him! What are you gonna do with my computer anyway?” “Yeah ok and that’s why you haven’t even gotten out of this damned apartment after the hour of 7? Sure. And my dear dear Danny, remember that video you accidentally sent me that you meant to send to Jason? You know, the one of you fingering yourself? No?” My hands clam up and my jaw tightens, he wouldn’t. “Well I do, and it just so happens that I kept it cause I knew I’d need to black mail you sooner or later, and you see, the only thing I don’t have is your mom’s email, which is conveniently on this computer. So what do you say Danny? Mom watches a video of you with your fingers up your ass moaning ‘daddy’ or you go out and have someone put their fingers up your ass while you moan ‘daddy’?” My fists clenched, throat tight with anxiety, I knew what the clear choice was, “ok, asshole, come pick out what I’m wearing, I’m not putting in any extra work” I hear a grunt of joy and then the door flings open to reveal a smiling pj.
I nervously walk into the vibrantly colored gay club, my jeans are too tight and my dick feels like it’s suffocating in its confines. I turn towards pj only to find that he is no longer next to me, or even around me for that matter. Whatever, I’ll just sit at the bar and wait until he’s had his fun. Walking up to bar, I take a seat and my eyes catch with the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen. Wow, ok this guy is so hot, Jesus, he comes up to me and I don’t know what I was expecting but “what can I get you to drink, sir?” was not it, until I realized, to my embarrassment, that he was behind the bar because he’s a bartender. Obviously. And now I’d been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds and he was giving me a weird look, “uh sorry, I’ll just have a sprite please” he nodded and then handed my drink over to me, “anything else?” ‘Your number??? A good fuck??’ He laughs and it’s only then that I realize I had spoken out loud, “oh god that’s so embarrassing I’m sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth” “hm. Well my break is in five minutes and I figure I can find something else to put in your mouth. How’s that sound, baby boy?” A whimper makes it way past my lips and I nod, watching him smirk and quickly turn away. I tap at the counter and bounce my foot nervously for what feels like an hour before I feel a possessive dominant hand on my lower back, pushing me off the bar stool and sending a shiver down my spine. “C'mon, darling” I let him lead me out a door and into a hallway, past several other doors until we finally stopped at one and he pushed it open to reveal a bedroom, and I turn to him curiously, “it’s a strip club baby, they’re called private rooms” I nod and he comes closer to me, and I’m lost in his eyes again, before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses at my neck. “Oh god” I moan, “so easy to get worked up, look at you, already hard in your pants” I nod feverishly into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt in tight fists. “I’m d-dan” I gasp out through moans as he continues to mark my neck, “phil, you’ll have that name memorized by the time we’re done here, angel” I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re on the bed, naked bodies slick with sweat, pressed together and I’m begging him, “please , please phil please touch me” he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bed side table and I hear the cap popping open before I feel a cool, smooth finger probing my entrance, “yes god, yes daddy please put it in” it takes a moment for me to register what I’d said before I’m blushing and phil is letting out a loud moan, “god call me that again that’s so hot baby, daddy loves when you beg for his fingers in your hot, tight hole” the first finger burns but I’m quickly asking for another and another and we’re both moaning and then he hits my prostate, and I’m screaming “DADDY! Daddy daddy please im ready please please fill me up with your nice cock daddy I need it please” burying his face in my neck, I whimper when his fingers leave me to prep himself and then I feel his tip at my entrance, “you ready?” His whispers in my ear and it’s so soft and caring I almost forget that I don’t know anything about him, almost forget that all he wants is my body “yes, phil please” he enters me slowly, carefully, gently and it’s uncomfortable but once he’s bottomed out, he stops and the burn subsides, leaving a flaming pleasure. “Move move please I can take it” his first thrust is soft and slow but I’m begging and eventually the pace is quick and unrelenting, his hand grips tight enough for his knuckles to turn white around the headboard and I’m clinging to him and pushing back on his every thrust “god baby doing so well for me, taking my cock so well, you’re so tight baby doll” the praise sends shocks through me, bringing me to the edge, “I’m close so close daddy phil please can I cum please let me cum I’ll be so good” he moans, raw and untamed, “god you’re perfect. cum, cum for me without even touching yourself, such a perfectly good little boy cumming from just my cock, I’m close” I cum all over our stomachs, my muscles tensing and hole clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge with me, until his shallowly moving inside me, our breaths still out of control, and then he’s rolling off me “god you were perfect” I blush at his statement, “you were too” with a sigh, he pulls me back into his chest, effectively squishing my face into his neck. And I think, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea. I’ll have to thank pj later.
Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed
whenever he sleeps over.
It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone,
Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in
his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without
Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the
bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining
why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up
here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge
he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.
Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been
friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three
years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep.
They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two
who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea
of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about
half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over
what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated
games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.
“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in
Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-…
it feels- I don’t know- gross,
kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.
“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his
“I have a proposal.” I slammed my books down on the table, sliding into a chair in front of Kai. My knees touched his and I smiled, taking off my scarf and grabbing my bag to find my mirror and reapply my lipstick.
“What do you want now, Barbie™?” Kai sighed. He held his coffee cup in his hands, his hair messy, dark circles under his eyes. I loved it. He must’ve been up all night writing the essay he hadn’t finished.
“I was thinking that I could give you oral.” I said. Kai’s eyes widened and he almost spit out his coffee, coughing loudly and causing attention to turn to us. I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Anyway, I owe you for saving my life and I need to know how to do it since I’m planning on giving Tyler a blow job tonight, which I can’t screw up. That would be embarrassing.” I said, taking out my study materials, twirling the gel pen in my hand.
Kai was shocked obviously, breathing in shakily. “And this is your way of paying me back?” he questioned. I swear, if he rejected me, I’d move to Sri Lanka and raise elephants.
“Before you say anything, I have a list of rules.” I gave him a piece of paper. “If you agree with the terms and conditions, come to my dorm in twenty minutes.” I said, grabbing my stuff, hurrying away.
I meandered the hallways and finally found my dorm, sinking on my bed, I sat up and contemplated going topless just in case Kai wasn’t already aroused at the thought of me sucking him off. I decided that it was inappropriate.
What kind of friend would he be if he rejected my offer? I’m great. I didn’t really talk to any other boys besides Kai, Tyler, and my therapist.
I’d just let him guide me, no exposed skin or anything, anyway. I didn’t want him using this against me someday, which was one of the rules.
Kai opened the door. “Please don’t make this awkward. Sit down.” I ordered him. He chewed on his lip as he sat beside me. “Okay, tell me if I do anything wrong.” I said.
“Sure.” He agreed cooly, taken aback as I kissed him, putting my hand on his thigh.
He brought his hand up to my neck and I grabbed it, pulling away for a second to say “don’t touch me.”
I unbuckled his belt, I finally pulled away from his pink mouth and got on my knees in between his legs. “Can I talk?” He swallowed.
“Not unless you’re telling me something crucial.” I said, helping him drag his pants to his ankles. I almost laughed out loud at his themed superman boxers.
I took his penis out of it’s constraints. “Oh god,” he breathed out as I wrapped my hand around him. “Can I touch you now?” He asked shakily.
“No.” I said softly, exploring my hands over his cock.
“But I - I can guide you.” He bit his lip. His chest was moving up and down slowly. “Fuck.” He groaned as I swiped my thumb over the head.
“Watch your language.” I said. He half opened his eyes, his hands clenched in my newly washed sheets. “Is now a good time for me to use my mouth?” I asked, fluttering my eyes up at him.
“Yes, please.” He nodded, watching my every move nervously.
“Okay, tell me if I do something wrong.” I said softly, leaning up over him. I rubbed my lips together, smoothing my lipstick out.
I finally wrapped my mouth over the tip of his dick and his hips jerked up involuntarily. “Kai!” I pulled away. He was panting.
“You’re taking too damn long!” He said, flustered. He frowned, his jaw all clenched up.
“Okay, can you be patient? It’s my first time and I can easily replace you.” I glared, proceeding with my actions. I stuck my tongue out as I slowly took him into my mouth, the foreign taste of his fluids on my tongue.
“God dammit - shit - fuck.” He groaned, holding his jazz hands in the air as I took him in as far as I could, stopping momentarily.
My eyes began to water as I swallowed, taking him in further until my eyes blurred. I stopped until my nose was touching him. He clenched his stomach and I reached up to pull his shirt up and watch his abs.
I pulled away slowly, a tear rolling down my cheek. I took him into my mouth again, running my hand up to feel his heart beat under his shirt.
I made sure I drew in as I let go, taking a deep breath. “Am I doing good so far?” I asked, my voice a bit deeper, feeling excited myself.
“You’re doing amazing, baby.” He bit his lip. He put his hand in my hair. I would’ve been upset since I took so long doing it this morning. But I let him touch me, tingles flowing down my back.
“Great.” I smiled, kissing the tip of his penis. “You can – how do you say it – fuck my mouth.” I said, blushing.
“Oh my god.” He breathed out. I opened my mouth and took him in again. He bobbed my head up and down slowly, guiding my mouth with his hands in my hair. “Oh, baby.” He said shakily.
“Mhmmmmmm.” I hummed, running my hands up around his back. He thrusted his hips up against me, my eyes getting glossy as he pushed me down onto him.
“Fuck!” Kai yelled in frustration, pushing me down faster, lifting his hips up. “Please don’t stop.” He cried through clenched teeth.
I made sure I siphoned him further into my mouth. “Mmm!” I moaned, feeling his muscles tense as he stopped moving and breathing.
He took his hands away so I could freely pull away. But I didn’t and he warned me “I’m coming!” I looked up at him as he squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back.
“Ohhh…” He growled, letting go in my mouth as his breathing slowed down. I pulled away, my jaw aching as I stuck my tongue out, licking away the string of semen from my mouth to his dick after swallowing the rest.
I totally didn’t have to do that, I knew, but I loved over achievement. And the fantastic, satistying feeling I got when I saw Kai’s face.
I wiped my chin of saliva and he pulled me up by my arms, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back, letting him put his hand on my neck.
“I hope you’re happy that you’ve ruined my whole life.” He pulled away.
“The feeling is mutual.” I said. “But you can make up for it.” My eyes glimmered.