i am so tired of leaves right now

Sleepy Kisses - boyf riends

Title: Sleepy Kisses

Word count: 575

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: Kissing? Fluff?

A/N: Well, this is the small thing I talked about that I would post when I had no other things to post. Also, I’m posting this right before school, as opposed to right before I fall asleep, so there might be lesser mistakes (there’s always mistakes that I’m probably the only one who notices, but I go back and fix them).



It had been a long day. Jeremy and Michael had first eaten breakfast with Jeremy’s dad, at seven o’clock before he had to work. Since they had summer break, they didn’t need to go anywhere. 

Then, he and Jeremy and all of their friends had gone to an amusement park. Half of the day they had spent on rollercoasters and eating popcorn, the other halves was spent in the small waterpark. They didn’t leave until the park closed down for the night, and by then everyone was exhausted.

Michael’s house was quiet when they entered. His parents were away on some business trip, so he had the whole for himself, which was why they were sleeping over at his place. Michael’s parents were nice enough, it was just that they were very homophobic… and very open about it. Every time Jeremy slept over, he had to sleep in a different bed than Michael, usually in the guest room. They didn’t have to worry about now though.

Jeremy was the first one to hop in the shower when they came home. He hadn’t wanted to shower at the park with lots of other stranger guys around him, and neither had Michael, so they had just decided on showering when they came home. Michael had joked about joining him in the shower, which made Jeremy’s face completely red and made his words come out in a jumbled mess. 

When he came out, Michael had made dinner. And by dinner he meant pouring some of Jeremy’s favourite cereal and milk in his Player 1 bowl. Jeremy still loved it, and he ate it up before Michael even had a chance to get out of the shower. 

When he put the spoon down, he felt the exhaustion settle in his body. He barely made it to Michael’s bed without collapsing on the floor. When he could finally slither into the half warm sheets that smelled like his boyfriend, he let out a sigh of pleasure, before his eyes closed involuntarily. 

The next thing he knows is that Michael gets in the bed on the right side of him (Michael was always on Jeremy’s right hand) and wrap his arms around his half-asleep boyfriend’s waist. 

“Good night, my player one.” Michael murmured into Jeremy’s ear before softly kissing it.

Jeremy shuffled closer to Michael, and pushed his head so that his lips were a few inches away from his boyfriend’s. “Mmmmh, ‘isses.” He mumbled, his eyes still closed.

Michael chuckled, and the action made the whole bed shake. “Jer, you’re barely conscious. You should sleep.”

Jeremy’s only response was to shuffle even closer, so his lips were hovering over Michael’s lips. Michael couldn’t help but smile adoringly at his boyfriend. “So stubborn.” He mumbled right before he put his lips on Jeremy’s. 

The kiss was slow and lazy, and Michael was doing almost all of the work, but they both enjoyed. Jeremy gripped Michael’s T-shirt between his hands. Although Jeremy was in some kind of dream state. Not fully dreaming but not fully awake either.

Soon Jeremy’s whole body went limp and he stopped kissing, and it was clear to Michael that he had fallen asleep. He mumbled something in his sleep and curled up even closer to Michael, which made his heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” He whispered, before he kissed Jeremy’s forehead and fell asleep with his head on top of Jeremy’s.

Out of Range

Here is a Voltron Lance Whump Fic for @taylor-tut for her prompt:

What if Pidge modifies the suits to monitor vital signs and send an alert if someone’s is out of a certain range? So like they’re walking and Lance is quiet and snippy, and all of a sudden they all get this alert that someone’s vitals are way off and that someone is burning up with a fever? And Lance is so out of it he doesn’t even know it’s him? .  

I hope you enjoy



Lance had muttered under his breath but Keith still heard it.  He spun to look at the blue paladin who had been walking behind him, “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” Lance glared at him as he shoved past Keith, bumping him in the shoulder on the way past.

“What is up with you today? You have been more of an ass than normal. When you aren’t muttering under your breath, you are glaring at everyone and just being annoying!” Keith exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.

“Maybe I am just sick of all your crap Keith!” Lance snapped.

“Well maybe you should have stayed back on the Castle if you are so sick of me!”

“Maybe I should’ve!”

“ENOUGH!” Shiro shouted, tired of the two boys bickering.  Both Lance and Keith had the decency to duck their heads in shame of being told off for fighting again.  “If you can’t be professional enough to leave your petty squabbles on the ship then maybe I should send you both back right now!”

Hunk moved over to where Lance stood and put his hand on the shaking paladin’s shoulder, “Come on man lets walk together.”

Lance shook him off, “Just leave me alone Hunk!”

“Keith come on.  Just ignore him,” Pidge said as she moved to grab Keith’s arm.

But Keith wasn’t about to let Hunk, who had been so patient with the douchebag, get treated like that, “OI! Don’t talk to Hunk like that!”

“Stay out of it mullet!”

“That’s it!  Both of you are heading back to the castle now!” Shiro ordered, “You will stay there until I get back from this mission and then we are going to have a very long talk on how to treat your teammates and family!”

“Move,” he growled when they stood still in shock.

“Whatever,” Lance mumbled before stalking off in the direction of the ship.  Keith followed after him a few feet behind, glancing at Shiro on the way past with a sheepish look of regret.

“Sorry Shiro,” he tried but bit back the rest of his apology when Shiro glared at him with the look he knew well from back in his Garrison days when he was busted for fighting.  ‘Well this will be a fun lecture to look forward to,’ he thought grimly as he continued walking.

Keith could hear Lance grumbling under his breath as they walked, stupid idiot didn’t even remember that his coms were still on!  The noise was starting to get to the point that Keith was about to say something when he noticed that Lance was not walking in a straight line, in fact it looked like he was drunk with the amount of stumbling he was doing.


“Go away.”

“Lance are you ok?” Keith sped up to try and catch up with him.

“I said go away!  It’s bad enough I have to listen to that dammed ringing noise all the time, I don’t need to listen to your annoying voice as well!”

“Ringing?  Lance what are you talking about?  There isn’t any ringing.”  Keith finally caught up with Lance and the instant he saw his face he knew something was wrong.  

Lance’s normally clear complexion, not that Keith would ever actually admit to taking notice of it in the first place, was marred with a sickly red tinge and he saw that Lance was sweating profusely which was another warning sign that he wasn’t well.  The planet they were currently on was quite cool, in fact it was almost too cool for Keith’s liking.

“Lance, are you sick?” Keith grabbed Lance’s arm and pulled him to face him.

“No but I am sick of you. Now piss off!” As he said that, Lance wrenched his arm away from Keith and spun away on to stop abruptly.  He swayed on the spot for a moment before his legs gave way and he dropped to the grass underneath them.

“LANCE!”  Keith dropped to the ground and pulled Lance onto his lap, “Hey stay with me!”

Lance groaned but didn’t open his eyes.  Keith tore off Lance’s helmet and could hear a ringing sound coming from inside it but focused on the now shivering boy in his arms.  “Lance?  Talk to me. What is going on?  Shiro!  Pidge! Hunk!  Someone come in!”

“Keith?  What is wrong?” Shiro’s voice came through the coms.

“Lance just collapsed! He isn’t responding!”

“What do you mean collapsed? What happened?” Shiro demanded.

“I don’t know!  He was complaining about a ringing in his helmet and when I tried to talk to him he just collapsed without a word!”

“Wait, did you say he could hear a ringing in his helmet?” Pidge asked as she and Hunk both came on the channel.

“Yeah.  I couldn’t hear it until I took off his helmet.  Do you know what it is?”

“Give me a sec,” she said and it only took a moment for Keith to hear a gasp on the other end of the com.

“What?  Pidge?  What is it?” Keith was starting to get worried, Lance was starting to moan again and it sounded like he was in pain.

“Dammit!  Keith, does he feel hot?  Like he has a fever?”

Keith looked down and touched Lance’s forehead and hissed at the intense heat that was coming off his bare skin, “Yeah he does!  How did you know that?”

“Remember when I mucked around with our armour a few weeks ago?  Well I upgraded them to help monitor of vitals when we were on missions. The beeping he was hearing was an alarm that his body temperature was too high and that he needed to get help quickly.”

“How does that help him when he is already too sick to know what the alarm means?” Keith snapped.

“We were all supposed to get the same alarm telling us that Lance was in trouble but I think when we turned our coms off earlier during the meeting it must have turned off the alarm as well!” Pidge explained.  Keith could hear that she was upset about what had happened but he didn’t have time to worry about her guilt, Lance needed help and he needed help now!

“I’m going to carry him back to the castle.  Can someone contact Coran and Allura and get them to meet me as fast as they can.  A pod will be quicker than walking,” Keith said as he shifted Lance so that he was able to carry him piggy back style.

“Done, we will wrap things up here and get back to the castle as soon as we can.” Shiro said before he sighed, “Thank you for looking out for him Keith.”

Keith stumbled a little at the unexpected words, “I, uh, I am only doing what I should do.  I mean we are family after all.”

He swore he could hear Shiro smiling, “Yeah buddy we are.”

Keith smiled as he hefted Lance’s body to shift the dead weight a little, “Come on Lance, let’s get you home.”

Little witch (Part 7)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 897

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

Originally posted by koenigreus

“I’ve never thought superheroes can be that-”

“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.

“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey or vodka.

“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.

“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N) spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N) blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd. To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened. Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.

“Yeah, go on.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy. She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction, “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter stuttered and turn around shamefaced.

“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t understand why you would ask me that.”

“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or not. ”

“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I got myself into.”

For a moment, the boy just stood there not able to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures. He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able to stop it and was happy about it.

“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment, to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”

“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the TV, “How are you?”

“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you, it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning, he still found their state funny.

“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.

“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”

“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter exclaimed.

“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”, the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous one.

“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again alone.

“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted statement.

(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to know what and why.

“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl asked as she sat on her bed.

“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke

“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”, the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally gave in.

“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop shined and she saw a file being opened.

The girl sat on the chair and looked at the screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly, her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was 16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base, other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.

Part 8

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Bellamy Blake imagine: More Than Friends

Requested by @jazminblake (I am really sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this. Hopefully you will like it.)

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are close friends, but it doesn’t look that way. They act more like a couple. One day it makes Clarke, who is really jealous of the reader, confess to Bellamy about her feelings for him. But he rejects her and tells her, he loves reader. Then he tells the same to reader.

Word count: 2127

Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv

“What would this beautiful lady want to drink?” I rolled my eyes at a bartender, standing behind our makeshift bar. He kept flirting with me all the time even though I had made it clear it’s pointless.

“Just a water,” I waved him off not being in the mood for hearing his annoying voice.

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Zach Dempsey #3

Request: Request: Can you make and imagine which Zach is depressed after Hannah’s death (being a reason of her death) and all these secret stuff, reader is taking care of him like a little baby and make him happy as always. Zach is so happy to have her in his life and saying this often. thanks xx

A/N: You guys are seriously crazy. Thank you so much for 325 follower already.
I love you! xx

If you ever feel depressed, please reach out to someone. As soon as you start talking, it will get better! I promise!

Originally posted by livingbadmemories

These tapes.
These goddamn tapes.
I get why Hannah did what she did and how these tapes are part of it but still.
They cause nothing but trouble for everyone.

Especially now that Clay has them.
Everyone’s freaking out and I have no idea how long it will take until everything goes down.

And the fact that Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey, the boy that I love more than anything in this world, was on tape seven on this tapes makes everything even harder.
As soon as he realized Hannah recorded these tapes he told me everything.
Starting with the night at Rosie’s after Marcus stood her up, over that Dollar Valentine thing, right up to the compliment bag and the letter.
Shortly after I found out about everyone else as well.
Justin. Alex. Jessica. Marcus. And most importantly: About Bryce.
It was a shock but it happened and being miserable over it wouldn’t help anyone.
So I accepted the fact and carried part of Zach’s guilt with me.

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Sleepless Night (Yixing Angst/Fluff)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Anonymous said: Can I please have a scenario of Yixing comforting the reader because she feels worthless and pathetic? Thank you beforehand!

A/N: It actually makes a lot of sense for me to write this today and who better than our Yixing to make you feel better ? Even if you’re not sad, I hope you like it anon!

“You’re so quiet today” - Yixing stated after you barely had your dinner and was spacing out. “Me? Oh, I’m just not talking a lot , that’s all, I’m honored you even noticed”, you snickered and after a few seconds Yixing frowned at you from the other side of the table, “What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I’d notice”

You nod and say “Sure…look, i’m just really tired, if you wanna go it’s fine”

Yixing gets surprised and asks “Do you want me to go, Y/N?”

You shrug your shoulders and gets up from the table saying “Whatever you prefer, as I said, I’m just really tired”

He watches with a frown as you take his plate and go to the kitchen, “I don’t understand why you’re saying this, it sound like you’re upset with me”

“I’m not upset with you”, 

He gets up and says “ok…. did something else happen? did someone upset you?”, You turn around to his view, tired of this conversation and say “no… I just.. I wanna be alone right now”, he comes a little closer “Y/N, are you sure? do you really don’t want to talk? we have the entire night”

Hearing him talking to you like this only made things worse and you had to lower your head so emotions wouldn’t get too much for you, “yes, I am, can you please leave?” you mumbled as he got closer and had you looking at him as he gently stroked your cheek. “You made me promise I’d tell you anything, remember? I’d like that from you too”

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EreMika Isn't Incest

Let me just say that I accept of all ships and I won’t judge you for what you ship.
     So, ever since I joined the AoT fandom I see people who dislike the EreMika ship, which is my OTP, but that’s fine to me if they dislike it, becuase if you have different ships that’s fine! What bothers me is people saying that EreMika is incest and _hating_ on it for that reason and that reason only. Let me make this clear, it is NOT incest and I have many reasons to prove this:

1. Eren is technically not het brother
      Yes he might be what you consider her “adoptive” brother but she was never officially made a Jaeger, which means she was never officially adopted, just took in. To add to that she isn’t blood related to the Jaeger’s in any way. I’m not saying that she was never family, I’m saying that they’re technically NOT brother and sister.

2. She only lived in the Jaeger household for a year

        Mikasa was 9 when she was took in (I looked it up on Wikipedia) and if you do the math The Fall of Shiganshina was when she was 10 since it’s stated that you join can join the training for the army when you’re 12, and when Eren, Mikasa and Armin went into the army, the screen said “3 years later.”

3. Mikasa literally blushes and gets flustered when a soldier adresses Eren as “the man you[Mikasa] loves,” and she shows signs of loving him throughout the series

    If she blushed and is all flustered when the soldier says that Mikasa is in love with Eren, I don’t think she would do that if she thinks of Eren as her “brother.” Also, season 2 episode 12, and chapter 50 in the manga.

     Before you come at me with pitchforks and torches, let me put something in your head. If you think that EreMika is incest and you ship Eren X Levi or Mikasa X Levi, with youe thinking what you ship is ALSO incest and therefore, you are a freaking hypocrite. Think about it.

     Now, you may be a butthurt twat that hates EreMika and loves Eren x Levi and is like, “WHAT! HOW IS THAT INCEST YOU LIAR! I BET YOU HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE YOURSELF WITH THAT YOU BI-!” Trust me, I have plenty of reasons and proof based on research that I did on this. (I have no life and I don’t give a crap)

Mikasa X Levi

   Okay, so it is confirmed that Levi is Mikasa’s uncle or something so this ship is incest no matter how you think about EreMika. I’m not even going to mention pedophilia. Like, Levi is freaking 30+ years old and Mikasa’s 15!

Eren X Levi

   Just to make it clear I have no problem wirh gay ships, I LOVE actually gay ships XD But back to the point: So if Levi is Mikasa’s uncle, and Eren is Mikasa’s brother, that’s means there’s uncle and a nephew together so that’s incest with your way of thinking! And not to mention my point about pedophilia again!

    You might say, “HAHA YOU’RE WRONG BECAUSE EREN IS MIKASA’S ADOPTIVE BROTHER AND IT’S NOT EVEN OFFICIALLY ADOPTIVE SO IT’S NOT INCEST.” I must admit that you’re right! But… that’s the EXACT reason that EreMika IS NOT incest so that makes YOU an even BIGGER hypocrite! CONGRATS MAN!

     I’m sorry if I offended you but I am honestly sick and tired of narrow minded people. If you’re an EreMika-hater-hypocrite that’s triggered right now, how about you take a minute and think about ALL of my points above? And if you’re still triggered, leave a comment about “WHY MEL IS COMPLETELY WRONG AND STUPID AND I AM RIGHT!” Or even right a fricken essay like I did. Trust me, I’m a b*tch and I’ll be happy to prove you wrong. And if you have something that I didn’t think about, maybe I’ll THINK about it and get apologize to you if you’re right.

Thank you for taking you’re time to read this if you did.


Forever | 21: Decisions

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1695

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death, Angst

Characters (in order of appearance): Chadwick Boseman, Sebastian Stan, Reader

A/N: Only 4 chapters left!!!! I’m gonna cry when this fic ends, but I hope y’all enjoy!!! today was a great day so I decided to update earlier than planned lol; ALSO PD means present day but y’all smart anyways please read


Forever | 20 // Forever | 22

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Lazy: Yoongi (Tongues Series Part 2 of 7) [M]

Originally posted by jjks


Warning: Again.. filth. Cunnilingus, face-riding. Little bit more of a story line than the last one haha. Enjoy!

LAZY: Yoongi

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It’s been a long week and I’m very tired.

My work has a hiring freeze right now FOR REASONS. So when people leave/get fired/get promoted they aren’t being replaced.

Which means the rest of us get to cover for them.

I am currently doing my own job, plus the jobs of four other people. One of those people was my coworker and had a similar level of responsibility to me, so taking on his workload alone doubled mine.

The other three people? Are technically jobs that I’d have to be promoted into. They were getting paid well into six-figure salaries for what they did.

I’ve been managing their portfolios for months and no one’s paying me six figures, just in case you were wondering.

And one of the managers (not my manager, my manager is awesome and has my back as much as she can) is constantly giving me shit for not getting things done fast enough. Considering I’m covering for her employees you’d think she’d be at least a little appreciative that I’m busting my ass and managing to keep up with multiple workloads but no she’s mad because I didn’t drop everything to immediately do something that technically she should be managing not me. Something that didn’t have to be done for at least another month and was therefor at the bottom of my priority list.

And this last week I finally had to ask someone else to get involved because there are things I am not able to do. I don’t have access to some of the credit tools because I’m not an underwriter so I literally cannot do this part of the job. I did everything else, got everything ready and repeatedly asked her over the course of six mother-fucking weeks who I should hand it off to. No fucking answer. The customer is calling me everyday asking why their damn credit isn’t being renewed. I have run out of ways to say we’re working on it. 

So I got my manager involved, who showed up with copies of all my emails and basically said “this is unacceptable, this will be dealt with today” and the other manager was all yes, of course, tell Kelly I’m sorry for the lack of communication”

And then she put off meeting with me twice

And when we did meet she still won’t tell me who I should hand the credit job off to because everyone is really busy and she’ll have to look into it.


And she didn’t contact the customer like she said she would so I had to contact them and explain again that this is taking longer than expected.

Guys, it’s not like I’m half-assing this! I am good at my job and everyone I’ve had to work with in the last few months says I’ve been managing these portfolios as well as my former coworkers ever did. The area boss asked me to interview to replace one of them. I’m working my ass off and I can’t get this person to give me five fucking minutes of her time and attention to help me manage her customers.

And I am tired, and worn out, stressed out and burned out. I feel massively unappreciated and I’m ready to quit.

Too Late

Request: Just discovered this blog and it’s really amazing! Requesting one with Wonho and you’re pregnant with his child but then you fought so you never got to tell him and you broke up. Then a miscarriage happens and it’s too late for him. Heavy angst pls:)” -anon

Ship: Wonho x [y/n]

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1850

Hey there, anon! I hope you enjoy reading this. I’m not sure if this is heavy angst…. but i tried my best to write one ;u; I apologize if there are misspelled words and wrong grammar. But then, thank you for requesting! 

If you want to read more, click here! :)

Originally posted by twice-ooh

Dark and gloomy clouds covered the whole sky. Heavy rain poured down without any warnings which made every single person scurry off to the nearest store or shed. Good thing, today, you had to stay at home and have a nice day off. It has been a week since you’ve seen your boyfriend, Wonho, and just a day a ago, you got some good news for the two of you.

You were four weeks pregnant with his child. The thought of it made you giggle with joy and excitement. Imagining how Wonho would react, you were excited to announce the news to him. The sound of your phone ringing made you jump off of the couch and hurriedly check if it was Wonho. 

But to your dismay, it was a message from Hyungwon. 

| [y/n]-ah, I’ll be there at your apartment within ten minutes. Wonho’s with me and he’s practically drunk but don’t worry, he’s starting to sober up. See you in a bit! |

A splash of disappointment. You gently placed your phone down, not even bothering replying to Hyungwon’s texts. Every single week, you would always receive a text from his friends that he’s drunk and they’ll be sending Wonho home and you’re already tired of it.

The thought of him drinking too much alcohol, it made you worry about his health. But just a week ago, he promised you that he wouldn’t drink anymore however it seems like he just said it without any sincerity. 

Stress was already building up as minutes passed. Sitting on your couch, you crossed your arm and waited for Wonho to arrive. Before you knew it, Hyungwon came in with Wonho beside him, who was already sobered up. “[y/n], I’m home–”

“Wow, Wonho, you still have the audacity to show your face after drinking a lot of beer and other alcoholic beverages.” you coldly spat, only to receive a “huh” from Wonho.

Hyungwon. realizing what was happening, decided to leave and closed the door behind him, leaving the two of you in the room. You haven’t looked at him as you knew you would explode if you saw him.

“What the heck are you even saying, [y/n]? Aw, do you have your monthly period today–” you glared at him, making him freeze. Your eyebrows furrowed, standing up from your seat, you scoffed. “So you just made that promise of yours without any plans in changing, am I right?” 

It was now Wonho’s turn to furrow his eyebrows. His blood was already boiling, he was tired from work and drinking and now he comes home with a angry girlfriend. “What promise? [y/n], I’m fucking tired and I don’t want to deal with all those bullcrap that you’re going to throw at me.” Wonho was about to leave when you snapped.

“Do you even call yourself my boyfriend? Wonho, you freaking promised me that you would stop drinking!” Wonho’s tongue poked the sides of his cheeks and he turned his head towards your direction.

He raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “[y/n], do you think that I can get through a stressful day without drinking and hearing you nag at me?! Gosh, you’re so annoying.” Thousands of emotions came rushing in, making you more emotional than ever.

“Wonho, can’t you see that I’m worried about your health? Why can’t you keep your promise? It’s just a simple promise.” your voice was orotund enough for him to explode.

“Can you just shut up? God, I didn’t even wish to come home and hear that nagging of yours. I even wondered why I’m dating you.” Everything went crashing down. Tears shimmered in your eyes, “Wonho, you’re so selfish..” you paused as your breath hitched, making him roll his eyes.

“I kept every single promise that I’ve made with you but you can’t even keep a single promise that you’ve made…” tears started brimming down your cheeks, sniffling from time to time, Wonho rubbed his face in frustration and groaned loudly.

“Is my love for you not enought, Wonho? I know that you’re having fun by yourself but can’t you even think about me? I know that I nag all the time but I’m just worried about you, Wonho!”

“But do you know how much your nagging annoys me? Imagine yourself coming home from a stressful day and you hear me nag at you. [y/n], all I want to do right now is just sleep. Why don’t we just go to bed?” 

This made you even angrier, as this wasn’t the Wonho you’ve known. “You’ve changed.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “It’s none of your business if I’ve changed or not! Go meddle on your own business.” 

“Fine. I’ll meddle with my own business, then. You shouldn’t have asked me to date you if you were just going to end up like this.” this was the last punch that Wonho was going to take.

“Fine! You know what, I’ve even regretted dating you. You’re nothing compared to those girls who’ve flirted with me. And you know what, I don’t give a fuck about you anymore.” 


You couldn’t bear how painful his words were. “Let’s break up.” you firmly said, making Wonho sigh. “Fine! May you freaking live your life in peace without me in it.” Wonho stormed out of the room, making you drop to your knees and cried out loud. 

Wonho called Hyungwon, asking him to pick him up. The argument that the two of you had was nothing for him. He just shrugged it off and went to sleep as soon as Hyungwon and him went back to their dorm.

You, on the other hand, went to your room and cried yourself to sleep. As days passed, you’ve been eating unhealthily, totally forgetting about being pregnant with his baby. You only remembered it when Shownu asked you about it.

“Hey, [y/n], how’s your baby?” Shownu asked, out of the blue, when the two of you decided to drink some coffee. You didn’t know how to react as you’ve totally forgotten about it. When you were about to answer, you felt a cramp on your tummy. 

“A-ah.” you winced as you held on to your tummy. “[y/n]! A-are you alright?” Shownu stammered as he hurriedly went to your side and assisted you. “I-I’m fine. I-I think I should go to the bathroom.” you muttered, pushing yourself away from Shownu, with your bag on your hand.

As soon as you got in the cubicle, you pulled your underwear down, as you wear wearing a dress, and saw a bright red bleeding. You cupped your mouth with your hands, no… this can’t be happening. 

Rushing out from the toilet, you went to Shownu and told him to bring you to the hospital. You’re starting to have the usual menstrual cramps on your lower abdomen and this totally made you worry.

Wonho was busy making a new song when Kihyun and Minhyuk came barging right in. “Hey, Wonho, congrats on having your first baby with [y/n]!” Minhyuk beamed, hugging Wonho by the neck. Wonho looked at them like they were crazy.

“Baby? What are you even saying?” His eyebrows were furrowed, anger slowly creeping up as soon as he heard your name. “Didn’t she tell you? She’s four weeks pregnant with your kid.” Wonho froze and stared at them in disbelief.

“Are you… guys…. serious?” His heart started to pound, realizing what he’s done. “Yeah, wait…. don’t tell me she never told you?” Kihyun was now worried. “No, she didn’t.” 

“Wait, she told me that she was going to tell you when you go home last uhh… when was the last time you went home?” Minhyuk asked as he tapped his bottom lip, trying his best to remember the date. “Four days ago–” “Ah! Yeah, four days ago.” 

“But… we broke up that day….” Wonho’s voice trailed off, his heart started to pound really hard, a nervous feeling slowly creeping up to him. “What?!” Minhyuk and Kihyun screamed in unison. Before they could even speak up, Wonho’s phone rang.

Shownu is calling….

Hello?” Wonho was then surprised by Shownu’s shaky voice. “W-wonho… [y/n]…[y/n]…. you should come here at the hospital… asap.” Shownu ended the call before Wonho could speak up. Kihyun and Minhyuk seemed to overheard the conversation as they started pulling Wonho out of the room.

“[y/n]… I am so sorry.” your doctor apologized as you were sobbing really hard in your seat, Shownu caressing you back. “I-I totally f-forgot about m-my baby… I-I’m such a bad parent… I s-should’ve…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you were sobbing really hard.

The door bursts open, a panting Wonho was standing there. As soon as he saw you crying, he felt the blood from his face drained, turning pale. He hurriedly knelt before you and cupped your face. “[y/n]…” You pushed him away and glared at him.

“I-I’m so sorry.” He stuttered as he tried his best to make you look at him. “G-go away. I-If we d-didn’t have that f-fight, o-our baby would still b-be here w-with us.” You sobbed, trying your best to say the whole sentence without your voice breaking. 

“I really am sorry for your loss, [y/n]. But you shouldn’t worry..” the doctor starts to explain to the both of you about how miscarriages are common to women and that you still have the chance to have a baby in the future. 

You lifelessly walked ahead of the boys, totally depressed of what happened. Wonho and Shownu were busy talking to each other, or more like Shownu comforting Wonho. 

Not being aware of your surroundings, you didn’t see the car that was fast approaching you. Before you could have the chance you move away from the car, you were already hit by it, making Shownu and Wonho look up in surprise.

Wonho ran towards you, pushing the driver away from you. He knelt beside you, who was bleeding. He held you in his arm, crying his eyes out. “[y/n]…” You slowly glance up to him, happy to see his handsome face.

Your hands reached out for his cheek, slowly caressing it. “Wonho, I love you…” you softly said, as you felt like the whole world was slowly turning into a blur. “I-I feel cold…” you muttered as you tried to open your eyes.

“N-no, [y/n] look at me. Please, d-don’t close your eyes, please. D-don’t give up on me, [y/n]. I love you. Please..” Wonho sobbed harder when he saw you smile. Shownu was finally back with nurses behind him, pulling with them a stretcher. 

“D-don’t cry…. I love you, okay?” you softly whispered, your eyes slowly closing. Wonho started to panic, the nurses pulling him away from you as they slowly placed you in the stretcher. 

“[y/n]! No, don’t you dare give up on me! Wake up!” Shownu pulled Wonho back as the nurses hurriedly took you to the emergency room. Wonho was now on his knees, crying his heart out.

“Please… I’m sorry…. Please, don’t give up on me….

I love you so much… I don’t want to lose you.”

Well Tailored Part 5

Originally posted by junghoshikie

Title: Well Tailored

Pairing: I.M/Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Gah I hope you all don’t hate me after this part, haha I don’t write angst often but this one is super angsty. 

Part 4 | Part 6

Months went by in a blur, you found it hard to believe that the store has been owned by Changkyun for over 5 months now. In this time a lot has happened. Business was at an all time high with people flocking from all over to get their hands on the famous M.X suits. Which meant it was a normal thing nowadays for you to stay late into the night, sewing away, not even doing the actual appointments anymore but more just fixing the suits.

As much as you hated some of the clients you missed your fitting room and actually seeing the suits on the client, but Fawn wanted the best tailor to fix the suits so you spent most of your time in the workroom sewing.

When you did help a client with the fittings Changkyun wouldn’t attend anymore. This started about a month ago, first happening occasionally to the point you didn’t even expect him to show up anymore. Which surprised you considering how adamant he was about attending after the kissing incident. None the less you tried not to let it bother you.

When you did see him he seemed much calmer to you, the flirting and snarky comments far and few between nowadays, instead it was replaced with sweet smiles and quick conversations. Clearly, he was busy and you understood that, and as much as you loved his sweet smiles you missed those cocky smirks and witty comebacks. Something you never thought you would ever miss.

Changkyun walked into the back room lazily making his way over to you, talking to Fawn about a client of his that was a friend that would be coming in tomorrow. “I want Y/n to be the one to take care of him since she is the best tailor we have.”

You grimaced as you sighed, you had a lot of work to do and doing a fitting would put you farther behind, guess you would have to stay later tonight to make up for the time lost tomorrow. Pretending you didn’t hear the conversation you focused on the black pair of trousers on your lap, struggling to get the stitching straight, something that never happens unless you are stressed out.

Frustrated you place the pants on the table as you watch Changkyun quickly glance your way before walking into his office. Something that he becomes a common thing as well. He never left there anymore, only coming out when speaking to a client, Fawn, or you.

Getting up you walk over to his office and knock on the door, hearing the shuffling of papers on the other side and a groan as he opens the door to see you looking at him a look of annoyance written on his face until he saw it was you, to which his face turned up into a small smile. “Ah, Y/n I needed to speak with you,” he says quickly closing his door and locking it, walking back over to your workstation.

“If you are referring to your friend tomorrow I already know,” you mumble as you follow to which he stops and nods.

“Then what did you need to speak to me about?” he says as he leans against the worktable, glancing over at the messed up stitching on the trousers you were currently working on. A slight frown spread across his face “Is something troubling you,” he says as he looks up at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked at the trousers. “I am okay, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to,” you closed your eyes, you hated asking things and especially him of all people for things. “I was wondering if you would join me in the fitting tomorrow,” you opened one eye to look at his expression.

He tilted his head and smiled a little quietly thinking over his answer before responding, “I really wish I could sweetheart, but I can’t,” he said as he pushed himself off the work table. “I have a meeting I need to attend.”

You sighed, “Are you sure you just don’t want to lock yourself in your office and avoid me like you have been doing for the last month and a half?” Your eyes went wide and you covered your mouth before turning away. “Sorry, pretend I didn’t say that,” you mumbled.

He walked behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, opening his mouth to speak but quickly shutting it and sighing instead before he spun you around to look at him and uncovered your mouth. “Is that why your stitching is messed up? Because you haven’t seen me?” He didn’t seem like he was trying to get a rise out of you, but that he was genuinely concerned about your feelings.

You looked over at the trousers, biting your lip. “No, I am just worried about you is all, you aren’t acting like your usual asshole self, but the other reason is I am suffocating back here, I want to be back taking care of my clients not just sewing the suits.”

He smiled a little, “I will talk to Fawn about getting you back out on the floor, trust me I haven’t really been thrilled about you being back here either. I can tell you have been stressing.” He paused and leaned down a little so his was eye level with you. “Also, I never thought I would see the day where you would worry about me, the beautiful y/n worried about the man she hates.” He placed his hand on your head. “You sure you are not sick?”

You smirk, happy to see him act semi-normal again. “Hmm, you may be right. Maybe I am coming down with something,” you say sarcastically. “Oh, and….I don’t hate you,” you say as you push his arm playfully and walk back over to the trousers on the table.

He blinks a few times as he watches you go back to work, before letting a small smile play at his lips before he sighed, frowning as he watched you sit back down with your back to him. How much longer could he stay away when you said things like that to him.

For once you really wished you had kept your big mouth shut and dealt with not being on the floor. Today had been an absolute nightmare of rude, picky clients. As you finished your last client of the day you see Changkyun sneak by your room, your eyes meeting for a moment before he quickly walked away from the door.

By now you were downright irritated with him ignoring you. Your last attempt failed as he managed to stay away from you even more than before.

You quickly excused yourself and briskly followed him, grabbing his arm. “Changkyun, you can’t avoid me forever. What the hell is going on?” you blurt out, tired of hinting to what was really the problem.

An annoyed sigh left his lips as he turned to look at you, “Look I don’t have time for this right now sweetheart. I am really trying to get my brand out there if I had time trust me I would be with you more, but I just don’t.”

“Bullshit, you never leave your office, and if you were expanding you wouldn’t spend every waking moment here in the office. Fawn told me on my days off that you are rarely in your office so obviously I am the problem so please enlighten me. What have I done to make you avoid me so much?” you said, crossing your arms.

“That’s honestly the reason if you don’t believe me then don’t now excuse me,” he says as he storms off, walking into his office and closing the door.

You stood there for a moment, trying to register what he just said. He had gone from being a playful asshole to an actual asshole, but you were not going to take it. You were about to walk right after him when Sana asked you for help, glaring at the door you quickly went over to help her.

After helping Sana you asked Fawn if Changkyun was still in his office, to which she said yes.

Walking quickly you stopped in front of the office, holding the handle. Maybe you shouldn’t do this right now. Maybe let you both cool down before you talk to him about it, you thought, but then it would go back to the same cycle you have been in for the last month of avoidance of the question and you were tired of worrying, tired of caring about a man you shouldn’t be worrying or caring about. You still can’t believe you have let him affect you as much as he had.

You turn the handle and open the door to see him hunched over his desks, sketches were drawn out all over the wall behind him and on his desk. His brow was furrowed as he groaned and crumpled the paper up and tossed it into a garbage can full of other crumpled papers. His gaze suddenly looked up and his eyes went wide as he jumped up and practically leapt up over the desk, blocking your entrance.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing!?” he growls as he pushes you out the door and closes it behind him. His hand staying on the handle.

You completely forgot about all your anger, instead of curiosity peaking your interest as to what he could be working on. It all started to make scenes now. He was trying to work on new designs, that’s why he has been locking himself in his office for months. “Are you working on a new collection? Can I see?” you ask as you look at him only to be greeted by an angry scowl.

“No, I really think you shouldn’t be so nosey. Have you ever heard of knocking?” he sighed and rubbed his free hand on his head before looking you in the eyes. “Just leave me alone okay, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Changkyun, I-”

“Don’t Changkyun me with your sweet talking. I said no, leave me alone,” he barked before turning around, walking back into his office. Slamming and locking the door leaving your stand there speechless.

Fawn walks up to you after hearing the commotion, a look of concern written on her face. “Y/n? Is everything alright?”

You bite your lip and turn, storming into your fitting room, grabbing your things and leaving for the day. Not even bothering to reply to her.

The stress hit you all at once, and sickness soon followed making you sick for a few days following your and Changkyun’s argument, which you really didn’t mind.

Your head still couldn’t wrap around why he snapped at you like he had. You didn’t do anything wrong or at least you didn’t feel like you had.

Stepping off the bus you walked into the store to see Fawn give you a slight smile before disappearing into the back room. Not thinking anything of it, you walked into your fitting room and looked for your client papers only to find none.

Fawn cleared her throat, causing you to turn to look at her only to see her and Changkyun looking back at you. Fawns expression seemed upset whereas Changkyuns was emotionless.

Uh-oh. Did you go over your call ins you thought as Fawn spoke up, “Uh, y/n can we speak to you for a moment?”

You nod as you all sit on the sofa. Both of them sitting across from you, as an awkward silence filled the room.

Changkyun looked at you for a moment before speaking, “Let’s get right to the point shall we, You’re fired. Please pack up your things and leave.” He said, his face still emotionless.

Fawn fidgeted, looking down at her hands as You stared blankly between the two of them.

“Excuse me? What did you say?” you mumble as you still try to process what he said. Looking at Fawn to speak up and say he was messing with you only to see her shake her head as if warning you not to fight with him.

“You heard me Y/n. You’re fired,“ he said as he stood up, fixing his suit jacket, not waiting to see your response as he exited the room.

You sat there, letting everything sink in as the door closed, leaving you and Fawn sitting there. “Fawn, please tell me he is joking,” you look at her with pleading eyes.

“I-I wish he was, but he is serious. I am so sorry y/n I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn’t hear it.”

I stood up, slamming my hand against the coffee table and grabbed my bag, storming towards the door when Fawn grabbed my hand.

“Please, y/n for the love of god, just leave. Don’t fight with him, it will only make the problem worse.”

You sighed, turned and hugged her, tears pricking your eyes as she hugged you back. “Why, what did I even do?”

Fawn bit her lip and ran her hands through your hair, comforting you as much as she could, her eyes staring at the door. “I-I don’t know he just told me he wanted you gone, there wasn’t much of a reason.”

Nodding you let go of her and waved your hand in front of your face, trying to stop your makeup from smearing so you could walk out of here with at least a little dignity instead of a crying mess.

Fawn smiled sadly, “You are so strong, even when things are at their worst. I will always admire your strength child,” she says as she careful wipes a tear away from your cheek.

You smile slightly nodding. “Thank you, Fawn.”

“You’re welcome child,” she says as she opens the door for you.

Both of you walk back out into the main area of the shop, hugging quickly by the door. The other employees looking at each other in confusion and concern, you nodded to them as you stepped out the door, looking up at the sign one more time before walking to the bus stop to head home.


anonymous asked:

Am I the only one who- while I like the Shinoa squad- is getting so tired of everyone's drama that I'm at the point of, " You know what? Run away with Mika, Yuu. Leave everyone else's crap behind and leave with the one person who cares about you and live your lives out in a way that you two can be happy. Just go." Like, don't get me wrong, I still like the Shinoa squad well enough, but I'm just getting to the point of being done with them right now and where this all seems to be heading.

Well you’re not the only one but let’s just hope for the best expecting the worst


Niaira is so nervous she couldn’t even think straight. She gathers her things and walks outside. Jarrod follows behind her.

Niara: I’m going home, Jarrod. I’m packing up my kids and I’m going to stay with my parents in Windenburg. I can’t face this. I can’t face Allison. She’s already going through so much with that damn Nico and his daughter-

Jarrod: You’re not going to Windenburg. You’re going to go home and pack up your things and bring them here. 

Niara: Jarrod…how many times do I have to tell you…my kids…

Jarrod: Nia. Be honest with yourself. You love your kids but you’re not cut out for this motherhood thing. You can’t live without that full time nanny. Let Zeke keep the kids full time and we’ll have them on the weekends. That’s what’s best for you and those kids and you know it.

Niara upset: What will the San Myshuno ladies think of me? Leaving my children?

Jarrod: See what I mean? You care more about what society thinks about you than you do about those kids. I won’t say you don’t love them. I know you do. But Zeke is the better parent and you know it. They’re better off with him. They will thank you for it in the future.

Niara softly: Jarrod, I can’t.

Jarrod firm: You can and you will. You said you’re done playing games? So am I. You’re mine and I’m tired of waiting for you. Get your stuff and bring it here tonight. I’m going right now to speak with Nico. And that’s the end of it.


Paring : Percival Graves x Reader, Newt Scamander x Tina Goldstein

Request : Reader and Percival gets involved in a drinking game and their crushes on each other is revealed.


Originally posted by liebemagneto

You had just finished a mission, finally capturing the witch you and your co-workers have been hunting down for months. The success had automatically put Percival in a rather good mood, so instead of sending his team off to write reports, he very generously gave everyone an extra 2 days of New Years holiday.

So, naturally you and your fellow best friend stuck to true new years tradition and decided to devour some fire whiskey. Except being the matured adults you all are, you agreed on playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ with fire whiskey. And based on your past experiences, alcohol and truth usually never mixed well for you. 

Tina Goldstein, your best friend brought along her fiancè, who both plotted against you by dragging a certain Percival Graves  in. Because that’s what best friends do. They make you drunkenly spill your dirtiest secrets to your crush, who you happen to work for. 

You had made a rule for yourself to  set your feelings aside during work, remaining utterly professional. But once the day was over and you had to greet him in his office to hand in the reports, you would linger a while longer in his velvet oak chair, silently admiring the way his sleeves were always perfectly rolled up from the long day, his breathes steady as he inspected the report. 

You also never failed to dismissed the idea of him feeling the same way for you. It was simply not possible. Besides, you somehow convinced yourself Percival was too ‘no-nonsense’ and busy to get romantically involved. 


‘You need to take a break, boss.’ you heard heard Tina insist. You turned your head to see two very tiny people practically dragging Percival’s large frame into MACUSA’s lounge area. 

You tried to remain calm as you wore a soft smile, gesturing to the empty seat in front of you. ‘They are right, Mr Graves. You need a life outside of the office.’ 

His eyes wandered from the empty seat and back to you. What’s the worst that can happen? A little fun never hurt nobody right? Taking the glass from Newt, he plopped down on the chair facing you and linked his hands together.

‘It will more fun if we direct the questions to specific people okay. If your answer is yes, then drink up.’ Tina’s excited voice piped up, stressing on the specific people. 

For once, Percival didn’t seem to be stressed, he was lazily leaning back onto his chair keeping close attention the questions, occasionally sneaking a few sips of fire whiskey. 

You answered all the questions that were asked, directing a few harmless ones to the three other wizards. As time passed, you were getting less and less nervous, and so did Percival. He had a relaxed expression, quietly studying his company. 

A nudge on your shoulder caused you to embarrassingly pry your gaze away from Percival and settle them on Tina’s brown orbs. She was looking at you expectantly, like she was waiting for an answer. ‘I’m sorry, what?’

‘Have you ever had a crush on someone in this room?’ Tina repeated, trying so hard to hold back a smirk. You shot her your 'why are you doing this to me’ look and slowly took sip of your drink, earning a few dramatic ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the engaged couple.

‘Okay, so it’s my turn to ask a question right?’ You checked, in hopes to change the topic. And with a  nod of agreement from Newt, your heart started to beat a little as you could feel the word vomit coming out. ‘My question is for Mr.Graves. Haveyoueverhadinappropriatethoughtsaboutsomeoneinthisroom?’ you blabbered out, pretty sure nobody understood you. Did you understand yourself?

You mentally slapped yourself as you realized what you had just done. Again, truth and alcohol didn’t mix well for you. 

‘What did you say, doll?’ Percival said, his voice was slow and careful.

It was too late to turn back now, so you gathered yourself before questioning him with a straight face. ‘Have you ever had inappropriate thoughts about anyone in this room?’ 

After a short moment of pure silence, Percival didn’t bother breaking eye contact  with you as he brought the glass up to his lips, taking a swig. 

Your heartbeats grew faster as you felt the sudden tension, not to mention Newt and Tina had gone extremely silent while they stared at the both of you, waiting for one of you to react. Your eyes flickered to Newt before clearing your throat, cutting the tension loose. 

Newt was about to ask the next question when Tina placed a hand on his knee. ‘Oh my oh my. Look at the time!’ she dramatically called out. 

It took a while for Newt to catch on, and when he did, he quickly got up and gave a fake yawn. ‘I’m tired and I err think its getting late so err yeah. Bye!’

Tina threw a quick wink in as she was politely ushered to the door by Percival. You soon realized that the  last thing you needed right now was to be alone with him, so you briskly collected you coat, raking your mind for an excuse to leave. 

‘ And where do you think you’re going?’ Percival voice was suddenly deep and demanding.

You turned your attention to him, clutching your coat tighter. ‘ I think I am sick.’ you weakly defended. 

His strides to you was slow, almost as his he was taunting you. ‘Is that so?’ he was dangerously close to you now, and you were stuck in between him and the edge of a tall counter like table. 

‘I see the way you look at me.’ his hot breath whispered against you. A soft shiver ran down our spine when you felt Percival’s arm circling your waist, swiftly pulling you to his chest. 

‘But you don’t see me looking, don’t you?’ 

Words were lost as your eyes fluttered close.body relaxing under his touch. 

Percival’s lips ever so slightly trailed up your neck, kissing it. ‘You don’t see me looking at you when you are in my office late night.’ His hands very slowly pulling your hair to one side. ‘How you always bite your lip when you are confused.’

‘I do have thoughts. Very very dirty thoughts.’ He confessed, roughly kissing the skin under your neck before whispering in your ears. ‘Do you?’ he taunted.

Electric shot through your whole body as you responded by crashing your lips together. You held him roughly by the jaw, pressing into the kiss as his grip tightened on your waist, already leaving a mark through the fabric.

He held you tightly as your hands ran down the front of his shirt, playing on the first button. Things were getting heated up quickly as he walked you backward, your upper back hitting the table’s edge.

A sharp ding from a old grandfather clock caused you two to pull apart in lightening speed, like teenagers getting caught by parents. The hour and minute hand both pointed at 12, indicating that it was already a new year.

‘Happy New Year.’ you wished, kissing him on the cheek. ‘Happy New Year to you too,’ he mumbled, leaning back in for kiss.

You placed your index finger on his lips, stopping him. ‘I strongly suggest we don’t do anything further even with the tiniest bit of alcohol in our system. Just to be safe.’

His eyes softened at your words, taking your index finger in his large hands. ‘ Agreed. Dinner at my place tomorrow then?’ he suggested.

‘I’ll bring dessert.’ you cheekily replied, throwing a wink in.

A/N : THIS TOOK SO LONG. I’m so very sorry dear anon. I hope I did justice to your request. Please tell me what you thought. I would really like to know. AND A HUGE thank you to all you other fellow readers out there for reading this and giving me so supportive feedbacks. Send in request if you have any. 

Happy New Years!!

Tagging this sweetie @aislinsekhem 

Reality Check - Jack Gilinsky Imagine series

So here is Part 3 for this imagine series. 

- Click to read Part 1

- Click to read Part 2 

Jack’s P.O.V

“So Jack, I’m sorry if I’m fucking overreacting over this stupid little dinner, but I just needed to release all the pain and torment that I kept within me from all these years.”

I kept repeating her very last words before I had left her. Y/N had confessed her love for me, and what did I do? I left her alone to drown in her misery and heartache. Don’t get me wrong; I love Y/N with every bit of my heart, but just not in that way, or at least I think not. She was a type of person that you wont have difficulty in loving as soon as your eyes lock in contact; she stood out from the crowd, as if she was the only blooming rose in a field of daisies. She was intelligent, genuine, distinguished, and virtuous. All of her qualities just shone incredibly bright, allowing me to believe that she was just too good for me; it’s the truth. 

Keep reading

Four Times

Summary: basically a compilation of prompts that had a similar theme I think. It’s a few times where Dan would come without being touched and Phil would have a kink for leaving Dan untouched.

2009!Phan where Dan and Phil are going to have sex for first time but then Dan, being a hormonal teenager, comes just from making out and Phil touching his skin/kissing before anything really happens and he’s embarrassed but Phil is fine with it and then Dan either gets Phil off or comfort ensues or both?”


“2009!Phan where kinda nervous Dan is on top of Phil and fingers himself for Phil and Phil bites him and kisses him and jerks him off”


“Phil leaves Dan with vibrator in his ass and leaves him there whilst he makes a video”


The first time it had happened, it was an accident:


Phil shuffled a little closer to Dan instinctively, watching him carefully to make sure he wasn’t scaring him. “Are you sure about this?” he questioned.

Dan simply nodded his head confidently. “I’ve never been so sure of something my entire life. I really want this.”

The elder grinned and leaned forward to connect their lips gently, letting his tongue swipe across the other’s bottom lip to ask if this was okay. The lips parted slightly and Phil slipped his tongue between them to lightly touch  the tip of Dan’s, feeling it twitch at the contact.

Dan tried to hold back a moan, suddenly realising why people loved kissing like this so much - a tongue is incredibly sensitive! He couldn’t get over the fact that Phil’s tongue was in his mouth, the tip gently brushing against his own giving him sensations he never thought possible. Suddenly there were hands on his hips, gripping his shirt and gently tugging it up his chest to expose him. Dan didn’t move as Phil began to undress him, letting him pull away to bring it over his head but not returning to his lips once that was done.

Tentatively, fingers brushed over his shoulders and traced his collarbone, the touch igniting his skin and making his body shiver. The fingers trailed downwards, caressing the contours of Dan’s form along with every freckle and bruise and spot that was scattered across his skin. “You’re so beautiful, Dan,” he whispered, eliciting a brief whimper from Dan’s mouth, “I mean - just the way you buckle and twitch under my hands, and I’ve hardly done anything to you yet.” He chuckled lightly, and fuck - how could something so simple have such a big effect on him?

Probably because he was a virgin.

“Just want you. Need you to make me feel good,” Dan breathed, teeth clenching to hold back a moan as Phil’s perfectly soft lips met his collarbone and he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut. “I mean it’s already so good.” He - he couldn’t help it - moaned out, melting under Phil’s touch.

He flinched as an unexpected hand snaked over his hip to land at his lower back, supporting him as Phil gently  lowered Dan onto the bed, crawling over him and swooping the fringe out of his bright and innocent but experienced eyes. “Will you trust me?” he whispered, paying attention to Dan’s nod. “I want to make you feel good, too. Just let me know when something isn’t okay, or - actually, I’m pretty sure it’ll be obvious when something feels good,” Phil teased, grinning lightly as he moved to connect their lips again.

“Mmh, Phil,” Dan moaned into his mouth, feeling his jeans grow tighter with every single one of Phil’s touches. He couldn’t believe just how much it was affecting him - he was already so hard. “Please…” he begged, though god knows what he wanted. His hands snaked up Phil’s sides and fisted his shirt just as the elder’s lips moved to trace his jawline, before slipping lower and latching onto his neck. Dan cried out at the feel of Phil’s warm lips against his most sensitive area, cursing for letting him find out about it weeks earlier, as a strong wave of arousal washed through to his groin. He subconsciously bucked his hips up, gripping Phil’s shirt tighter making it ride up slightly.

“Fuck! Phil, no…” he squirmed, gasping as Phil dragged his teeth lightly along his skin. “Stop it, you little shit.” Phil giggled against him, a wave of warm breath running over his neck making him tingle. Dan groaned and let his head fall to the side to let Phil work at more of his neck.

He pulled away briefly, admiring a squirming and gasping Dan beneath him. “Think you’re worked up enough yet?” Dan whined out ‘Yes’, brows furrowing and fists still clenched around the hem of Phil’s shirt. In response Phil only hummed, letting his hand trail down Dan’s already hot body as he leaned back into his neck and feeling him twitch at the contact.

Dan felt Phil’s hand brush against his nave and his hips moved up without his permission, his jeans were so fucking tight, and when the fingers hooked into the hem of them anticipation washed though him, realising what Phil was doing; the zip was undone and Dan let out a quiet, desperate whimper, wanting nothing more than Phil to touch him because he didn’t think he could get any harder right now. As his trousers were tugged down Phil’s hand brushed against him through his boxers and his whole body heated up, convulsing and bucking, a sudden gasp leaving his mouth. He was overcome with pleasure, trembling and twitching until it finally drifted from his body, leaving him tired and weary.

Oh, fuck.

He opened his eyes, seeing Phil gazing down at him with a confused expression, head tilting. He cringed and brought his hands to his face to hide his shame.

“Oh god, I am so sorry!” he cried, feeling Phil slowly climb off of him. “That did not just happen.”

He felt fingers on his hands, trying to pry them from his face and he let them, recognising that sweet and caring look anywhere. “I’m afraid it did, but that’s alright,” his lips found Dan’s fingers, then his forehead, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“But we were going to…and you haven’t…” he shook his head, trying to shake away his embarrassment. “You were way too good with my neck, Jesus Christ.”

Phil giggled and laid down next to him so Dan could wrap his arms around his middle and snuggle closer, his exhaustion still present. “I didn’t realise you were so sensitive there.” he admitted.

The younger scoffed, “Neither did I.”


The second time it happened, Dan realised Phil was now making it happen on purpose:


“Hey, Dan?” Phil called from the bed as he watched Dan work at his desk. He was revising, those god knows what it all meant.

The younger tried to look over his shoulder, quickly giving up. “Yeah?” he replied.

“Remember that time that I made you come and I’d barely even touched you?” Dan paused, fingers still on the keyboard, before resuming his word without a word. He was pretty sure Phil had to stifle a giggle. “Well, it just got me thinking… you know, about how sensitive you are,” his voice was drifting lower, into more sensual territory, as he stood up, “and how much you squirmed when I touched your neck, and basically, I just wondered; what else could I do to you without touching you that would make you come?” Suddenly he was right behind Dan, leaning down and breathing lightly over his neck.

Dan flinched as he felt Phil so close, and especially the stimulation of his neck, and coughed awkwardly. “Umm, I umm… I’m busy right now. I-I don’t think this would be a good–” he interrupted himself with a gasp and Phil leaned into his neck, kissing and sucking it gently. “Phil! Not right now!” he cried, but he didn’t try to push him away.

Phil removed his lips, seemingly disappointed. “Oh. Sorry.” he made to step away but a hand gripped his wrist to tug him back.

“No… please, I was kidding. Don’t leave me like this,” Dan gestured to his crotch and Phil could already see the bulge forming. He smirked, and Dan blushed. Stepping back, he wrapped his arms around the younger’s shoulders and kissed his neck gently.

“So, what was it this time? The neck kissing or the talking?” He teased, and Dan relaxed back into his chair. His lips moved upwards, brushing against the area just under his ear making him shiver. “Or was it both?”

“B-both…” Dan breathed, leaning his head to the side. “Please, Phil. I need you.” he whined, but Phil refused.

“Ah ah, I’m not touching remember?” he teased, letting his hands run down Dan’s torso, making the younger lean into the contact as he began unbuttoning the plaid shirt (it was one of Phil’s, apparently it looked 'really cute on him’). Once Phil had reached the top button his fingers danced across Dan’s chest, smooth and bare, and the younger let his eyes close. “How would you feel, though, if I did touch you? If I stuck my hand under your jeans, right now, and pressed against you, pushing you into the chair as you gasped and rocked your hips into me. God, it would be so hot.” Dan arched his back, needing the contact Phil was being so descriptive about as he nibbled at his neck. “But just imagine my fingers wrapping around you, your hard and throbbing length, as I stroked you fast and teased your head. Your legs would shake and I’m certain you wouldn’t last longer than a couple of pumps of my hand.”

Dan was panting already, desperate for everything Phil was saying. “Phil, please… I can’t… Can’t take it anymore…’m so hard.” he whined, once again his jeans becoming too fucking restrictive. “Please just touch me - stick your hand down my pants, rub against me, do something!” He rolled his hips, desperately trying to get friction from his jeans but it wasn’t even close to being enough. “Phil…” he felt tears spring to his eyes, he needed it so badly.

Phil swung the chair around and saw Dan’s struggle, leaning in to connect their lips softly before pulling away. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here,” he sunk down Dan’s body, fingers working at his belt and slipping it from its loops. “I’m going to take care of you; you’ve been so good.” He smiled up at Dan and he smiled back, sniffing to rid himself of the threat of tears. It seemed he had a praise kink, too (best not to tell Phil though, at least not yet).

The younger felt his trousers being tugged down and a brief whimper left his lips. “Just a little,” he admitted, blushing, “won’t take much.”

“I know,” Phil whispered back, hand gently pressing into Dan’s crotch and feeling him buck into the touch.

“Fuck…” he whimpered, trembling and rolling his hips against Phil’s hand, the friction already lighting his body on fire. The fingers squeezed him ever so slightly and that was it; Dan was a twitching, writhing mess with tiny noises dribbling from his lips as he stained his boxers for a second time. Everything was a blur and all he could think about was Phil’s hand on his length, how good it felt and how he wasn’t stopping until Dan slumped over, breathing hard.

“Baby, you okay?” Phil questioned, standing back up and holding Dan’s head in his hands so he could kiss him lovingly. Despite being tired and worn out, the younger kissed back passionately.

“You’re an asshole,” he mumbled against Phil’s lips, making him chuckle and pull away.

“Oh am I?” he teased.

Dan simply glared at him playfully. “Yeah, you are. I was trying to study then you come over just to work me up, then you nearly refuse to touch me. So yeah - that makes you an asshole.”

Phil laughed, leaning down to peck his lips a couple of times. “Aww, I’m sorry. Maybe next time I really can make you come without touching you, though I really don’t mind having my hand on your dick.”

Childishly, Dan stuck his tongue out at him. “You’re obsessed.”

“And you just came in your underwear again.”

Dan’s face went a deep red. “Oh, fuck, right - Phi-il!” The older chuckled, leaving Dan to sort himself out.


The third time it happened, Dan never thought such sensations were possible.


He was in the foetal position against the wall, sobbing into his knees when Phil knocked on the bathroom door.

“… Dan? You in here?”

Dan simply sniffed, looking up to the door that he knew Phil was behind. “Go away.” he cried, voice breaking with his current state.

Phil was silent for a few moments, before saying “Dan, I’m going to come in. Please don’t freak out.” so Dan just sat there, waiting for Phil to walk in, see the mess that he was, and walk out again. He wouldn’t bother with him.

The door creaked open and Phil’s eyes immediately met his red-rimmed ones, and their blue lit up with concern. Dan sobbed and Phil stepped closer.

“Oh Dan, what’s wrong?” he queried, settling down beside him as the younger buried his head back into his knees, lip quivering.

“I can’t do it! I’m no good at law! I’m a fucking dumbass! The fucking exam’s tomorrow and I know NOTHING!” He yelled, seemingly unable to control his rage. Then suddenly he was down again, and he sniffled weakly. “I don’t want to go,” he whined. “I don’t want law to be the only thing I do for the rest of my life.”

He felt Phil’s arm slink around his shoulders and he let himself be pulled closer into Phil’s chest, bringing a hand to clutch his shirt. “Babe, don’t worry so much. I mean, you have every right to feel this way. But law doesn’t have to be forever,” he placed a loving kiss to Dan’s hair, feeling him snuggle closer. “Just look at me; I did a hell of a lot of different things at uni and I’m making YouTube videos right now!”

Dan lifted his head slightly from Phil’s shirt, cheeks definitely wet with tears. “But that’s different - you did video editing and stuff at uni.”

“Well yeah, but just that’s one skill out of a hundred that I learned there. Now hey - look at me,” he shook Dan’s shoulders and the younger glanced up, eyes shining with youth and distress. “I love you, so, so much. You don’t have to go tomorrow if you don’t want to, and if you want to take a year out or even quit uni altogether, I’ll be here to help you. Okay?” Dan nodded, lifting a hand to wipe his tears away.

Phil leaned forward to catch Dan’s lips in a soft kiss, feeling the younger melt into him as he took his hands in his. Suddenly he was standing up, taking the younger with him. “Come on - I know what’ll make you feel better.” Then Dan was being lead down the hall.

They quickly reached Phil’s room and Dan was placed on the bed with a simply hand gesture asking him 'not to move’ so he sat patiently. In silence, Phil’s hands reached for the bottom of Dan’s shirt and lifted it over his head, then slowly moved to the front of his jeans and undid them so he could pull them down; Dan was starting to see where this was going, but he wasn’t really in the mood for anything right now.

“Phil–” he started but a hand over his mouth stopped him.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you feel a lot better, okay?” Dan paused but nodded his head, letting the hand withdraw from his lips as his jeans were tugged off all the way. Then the hands were on his hips and Phil was leaning down to kiss him, and Dan let his fingers fumble with the hem of Phil’s jeans and pry the belt from its loops. Once done, he started to push them down Phil’s legs and the elder swayed his hips to get them to sink down to his ankles, where he shook them off.

Phil pushed him gently and supported him as his back fell onto the bed, and he climbed over him, placing his thigh between Dan’s legs but not doing anything about it yet. He pulled their lips apart and stared down at Dan, concern still flashing across his eyes. “You okay with this? I just wanted to make sure before we did anything–”

“Phil, it’s okay. I want this.” He gripped the man’s collar with both hands and pulled him down for a heated kiss, but pushed him away just as quickly. “Now shut up.”

Phil chuckled, meeting their lips again and placing both hands beside Dan’s head for support. Cautiously he began rolling his thigh into Dan’s crotch and the younger let out a breathy moan, moving with his leg and unnoticeably inching his legs slightly further apart.

“I don’t want this to be quick and meaningless,” Phil explained as he pulled away, “I want this to be something you remember, that you enjoy more than anything else I’ve ever done with you.” He traced Dan’s neck lightly with his breath, then kissed it gently. “I want to make love to you, here, tonight, no distractions. Would that be okay?”

Dan swallowed his nerves and replied with a quiet “Yes” because he really did want this, no matter how upset he was still feeling. Phil smiled back warmly and gave Dan a quick peck on the lips before pulling away, stepping off the bed. The younger propped himself up by his elbows and watched Phil walk over to his desk. He cocked his head innocently, “What are you doing?” he questioned, realising his heart was pumping harder in his chest.

Phil retrieved a small bottle and returned to the bed, placing it down and hooking his fingers into the hem of Dan’s boxers. “I need to stretch you so it’s a little easier and less painful,” he explained, beginning to tug the other’s underwear down.

However Dan just squeaked, “Painful? W-why would it be painful?”

Phil glanced up to him and stopped, noticing the anxiety in his eyes, and leaned over to stroke Dan’s cheek lovingly with his thumb. “Honey, don’t worry so much. It can be but that’s exactly what we’re trying to avoid. I promise I’ll move really slowly but if something doesn’t feel right I need you to let me know, okay?” Dan blinked but nodded nervously, feeling his underwear being tugged down his body. Phil’s hands slipped between his thighs and gently encouraged them further apart as he glanced up to make sure Dan was still okay. He picked up the bottle again and poured some of the contents onto his hand, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it up.

Dan, who wouldn’t take his eyes off the elder, breathed out shakily “I’m nervous.” making Phil glance up to him again, concern filling his eyes.

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” he reassured, closing the small bottle.

Dan shook his head, “No, I want to. I’m just a bit nervous. Simply letting you know,” he let his upper body fall back onto the bed, “You can go now.”

Smiling back in appreciation, the elder lined up his fingers and as he pushed the first one into him he leaned over Dan’s body to press their lips together - possibly to distract him, Dan concluded. He let himself relax into it as it slid past his rim and went slowly deeper. “Is this okay?” Phil questioned, and Dan nodded quickly. Curiously Dan wiggled his hips, giggling at the strange feeling.

“You can keep going, by the way,” he informed Phil, tilting his head up to catch his lips again briefly. He felt the first slipping out as another joins it, pressing forward even slower than before. Dan breathed out contently at the feel of Phil’s fingers brushing against his sensitive walls. Although, somehow Phil seemed to alter his angle slightly, which made them brush against something Dan had never felt before and didn’t even know existed. His mouth fell open and a soft gasp left his lips, hips bucking into the air and colour rising in his cheeks.

His wide eyes met Phil’s and the elder grinned knowingly. “Find something, did I?” he teased. Dan only whimpered, his body still tingling after that incredible new feeling. “Find something you like?” The younger nodded timidly.

Phil wiggled his fingers, seemingly hoping to locate it again, then another sweet burst of pleasure washed through younger’s body. His legs trembled and, instead of moaning, he only let out a tiny squeak.

“No…” he whined once he was sure he still had a voice. “Don’t, I won’t last…not again…” he warned, recalling what had happen the last time they tried to have sex. He felt Phil’s fingers slip out making him clench around nothing. It felt so odd,  this feeling of being empty and stretched, just waiting for something to fill him up. He cringed at the thought and lifted his head to watch Phil pour some lube onto his hand and stroke himself slowly, letting his mouth fall open at the feeling. As his eyes met Dan’s, the younger felt colour rising in his cheeks and let out a brief whimper.

Phil removed his hand and leaned over the body beneath him to place loving kisses along his neck. When they started Dan let his head flop back onto the bed and his neck extended to let the elder’s lips explore even more. “Are you ready?” he asked, his thighs meeting the inside of Dan’s as he lined himself against him. The younger nodded and let out an inflicted noise, letting him know it was okay to start.

Phil pushed in as slowly as he could, moving his lips to Dan’s to distract him from any pain. The stretch was slightly greater than Phil’s fingers but it seemed to be almost painless. Dan let himself relax under Phil’s warm body as he felt him stop, lips detaching.

“Is this okay?” he questioned, lips skimming lightly over Dan’s cheek.

The younger sighed contently. “Y-yeah. Could we stay like this for a second m-more, though?” he breathed, eyes now shut.

“Of course. Just tell me when you want me to move.” Phil replied. His lips trailed kisses all over Dan’s face and jaw, slipping to his neck and feeling him shudder at the contact.

After a few minutes Dan whispered “I’m good now. You can keep going,” so Phil pecked him once on the lips and gently eased out and back in again. He kept his movements slow, Dan pressing himself down onto him with each gentle thrust, a quiet sigh leaving his lips every time. Everything felt so good. “Mmh, faster? Please?” he pleaded and Phil responded, meeting their hips at an increased pace.

“Fuck - Dan, you feel so good,” Phil grunted, lips attacking Dan’s neck again. It was overwhelming in that moment because Phil brushed up against that spot again, causing Dan to gasp and raise his hips. His eyes shot open and he realised Phil was moving even faster now, probably realising what sort of time this was for Dan. His cock twitched on his belly, he didn’t think he’d ever been so hard before.

“Phil - stop - no, keep going - fuck–” Dan stuttered, his brain a mess like everything else as Phil not only brushed his spot again, but hit it dead on. The younger screamed as a wave of pleasure set  his entire body on fire, his groin starting to burn. “Phil! Need you to touch me…please, I need to come!” He cried, his cock throbbing with need.

Phil didn’t oblige, which just frustrated Dan even more. “But you look so pleasured; I think you could come with just me inside you,” he growled, unable to help the devious smirk that played across his lips. “You’re so good at it, aren’t you, babe?” Dan whimpered and nodded his head, still raising his hips so Phil could brush against his spot with every thrust. “Then let me do this. Please?”

The need was unbearable, his cock burning against his stomach. “P-Phil… I can’t…It hurts…” he whined, biting his lip hard to contain his frustration.

Phil sighed, try to please Dan as much as he could so this would be easier for him. “Babe - if you do this for me, next time I’ll pay so much attention to your cock, and I’ll make it really good too. I promise.” he pleaded, feeling his climax start to build up.

Dan’s brows furrowed and he threw his hands around Phil’s shirt, sticking his fingers beneath the fabric and scratching desperately. “H-help…” he moaned, sure he was leaving marks on Phil’s lower back.

The elder shushed him gently, leaning down to suck a bite into Dan’s neck, pulling a shriek from him. “Just tell me what feels best, okay?” Dan whined in understanding as Phil altered his angle inside him, making him whimper as he barely skimmed his spot but after he couldn’t help but cry out, Phil hitting that wonderful bundle of nerves dead on.

“FUCK!” he screamed as Phil slammed into it again and again, the action surely going to leave him limping later. Dan writhed beneath Phil’s body, nails digging into his back and tugging hard as he spouted loud moans. His groin was insanely burning and he could feel his climax getting closer and closer every time Phil bucked into that amazing spot. “Keep…going…” he moaned, legs trembling like mad as he spread them wider. “Fuck - almost–”

His body tensed completely as a final, most intense wave of pleasure shook his body. It almost seemed to pulse, feeling better each time Phil grazed over his now sensitive spot. His eyes closed, his teeth pressing hard into his lip to hold back any embarrassing noises, and the feeling seemed to last forever.

He felt Phil still inside him just moments after, seemingly releasing himself, and a warm wetness spread through him making him weary. Dan saw white, and suddenly he was gasping for breath.

“Babe, you back yet?” he heard a loving voice say, fingers fused in his hair.

Dan groaned, “W-wha–”

“You’re so sleepy,” the voice giggled - Phil. Dan leaned into his touch, body tingling and not yet recovered from their recent activities. “You just kept breathing heavily and I was worried for a second you’d passed out,” Dan’s eyes shot open, concerned, but Phil simply laughed. “I’m kidding, love.” Phil laid down beside him, kissing his cheek gently. “Thank you for all this; you don’t know how grateful I really am.”

Dan chuckled breathily. “I can’t believe we just did that. We actually…like, had sex. Together.”

The elder raised an eyebrow. “That’s usually how sex works–”

“Shut up.”


“Oh! Hello Daniel!” Phil’s mum cried, pulling Dan into a tight hug. He held back a squeak at how much she squeezed him, then she let go and lead a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Blushing, she giggled “It’s Dan, isn’t? Sorry, I forget!”

She led him into the living room, one of the many rooms he was becoming familiar with due to how much he visited, since he was going to be starting uni in Manchester in just a few months. “Phil’s upstairs I presume, he’ll be down in a minute. Take a seat if you’d like, love.”

Dan smiled back at her as she left the room, about to perch himself on the sofa as he heard quick footsteps on the stairs. Phil, he guessed. A figured stormed into the room and Dan opened his mouth to say hi but only squeaked as they grabbed his wrist, tugging him up the stairs.

“Ow - Phil! What the hell?!” he yelled as he was thrown into his room, the door slammed shut and suddenly Dan’s back had crashed against the wall, a body pressed to his and lips mashed onto his own. He didn’t hold back the moan that left his mouth as their hips grinded forcefully into his, and without warning a tongue pried his lips apart and licked into his mouth, completely dominating him. Hands gripped his wrists and slammed them against the wall above his head and Dan fell completely submissive to him.

“Remember the deal we made when we…you know, had sex, last week?” Phil muttered into his mouth, taking both of his wrists in his left hand and diving the other between their bodies, rubbing Dan through his jeans causing him to buck his hips up. “Well I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, all the things I could do to you. You’d be so pleasured.” Dan’s breath wavered, thinking back to what Phil had said he’d do:

[“Babe - if you do this for me, next time I’ll pay so much attention to your cock, and I’ll make it really good too. I promise.”]

Oh, fuck.

Dan’s heart beat hard against his ribs, the anticipation beginning to stir.

He felt Phil’s fingers fumble at the front of his jeans and work them down, not bothering to tug them further than his knees and he lightly traced the outline of Dan’s growing bulge - he was always so easy to work up. Phil chuckled.

“You want this?” he growled, lips moving to his ear. Dan whimpered in response, putty in Phil’s hands. “Want me shove my hand down your pants, jerk you off? Would you like that?” He peppered the underside of Dan’s ear with kisses and felt him squirm beneath him.

“P-please…” he moaned, so desperate. “Don’t tease, Phil…”

Phil smirked, his fingers crawling underneath the fabric and slowly curling around Dan’s half-hard length. As he stroked him once, sensually, Dan bucked his hips into his hand and let out a quiet sigh. He built up a gentle rhythm, as if his boyfriend was fragile, and let go off his wrists to hold onto his hip and keep him upright; his legs were visibly trembling, Dan would never get used to the feel of Phil’s hand around him.

He stroked his entire length, squeezing just a little tighter and forcing out a surprised squeak from the younger’s mouth. “Shh..” Phil breathed into his ear. “Keep quiet. My family’s here, remember?” Dan’s face flushed a deep red. “I don’t think they’d appreciate hearing their son jerk off his teenage friend, would they?”

Dan bit his lip to hold back a noise as Phil’s thumb brushed over his slit, a short burst of pleasure making his legs weak. “Mmh, I’m sure they would. Besides, they’ve already guessed I’m your boyfriend.” He gasped as Phil performed the action again, smirking at the reaction it caused.

“What? That’s impossible. How would you know?” He queried.

“It’s not like you bother to hide it, let’s be honest - fuck off Phil, what did I say about teasing?” He growled, Phil’s hand moving considerably slower.

The elder giggled. “What?”

“You know just what. This isn’t fair - you promised–” he yelped as his hips were seized and his body was thrown onto the bed forcefully, the other climbing over him and crashing their lips together.

“I promised to make it good,” Phil shot back as he pulled their lips apart, thighs squeezing Dan’s hips so he was completely under Phil’s control. “And I will - but I can’t let you come straight away.”

Dan raised an uncertain eyebrow. “Wait…what does that mean?” He gasped as Phil’s teeth traced his jawline, still so sensitive to every touch.

The elder whispered harshly into his ear, “I’m going to edge you. I hope that’s okay,” before he slid down Dan’s body.

His breath wavered nervously, “I don’t know what that this. Is it good?”

Phil chuckled, mouthing lightly over his boyfriend’s length before taking it in his hand again. “It will be. By the end,” he lapped at the tip causing Dan to twitch under his touch. “Though from what I’ve heard, the first part isn’t best if you’re easily frustrated.”

Dan mouthed a quiet “Fuck” and forced his hips down as Phil’s tongue ran up the side of his shaft. “You know what? I don’t even care. Just do something, please,” he whined, Phil’s hand slipping down to play with Dan’s balls.

“Yes your highness,” Phil mumbled before he took Dan in his mouth, sucking gently and flicking his tongue occasionally over the tip. The teenager whimpered and bucked up into him (he couldn’t help it) as he writhed on the bed.

“Jesus fucking Christ, how the fuck are you so perfect?” he whined, lifting his head to watch Phil bob his head, his cock disappearing into his mouth over and over again. He let it fall back down with a thud and a breathy “Fuck.”

Phil placed his free hand onto the teenager’s hip, squeezing as he worked just that little bit faster, sending Dan into a frenzy; his hips bucked up so Phil had to hold them down, his legs trembling and his mouth spouting a string of moans.

His groin started to heat up and he knew, with how amazing Phil was at this, that it wasn’t going to be much longer. “Phil..! I’m c-close…” he struggled out, hands clutching fistfuls of the covers.

But suddenly Phil pulled off, leaving him hard and so much more desperate than before.

“No… No!” he objected, about to throw his hands out to force Phil back but was quickly restrained as Phil jumped on top of him again, pinning his wrists down with his hands. Dan struggled beneath him and bucked his hips into his leg, but it was annoyingly moved away from his reach. “Phil, please…this isn’t fair…” he whined, feeling unbearably desperate.

“Shh, it’s okay. You just need to wait a while until we continue.” Phil cooed, brushing his lips against his boyfriend’s collarbone.

An unexpected whimper left his mouth. “I can’t…please…” he begged as he felt his need begin to dissipate.

“I love how helpless you get underneath me,” Phil couldn’t help but admit. “All hot and squirmy, with those little noises of yours. It’s so cute.”

Dan growled in distaste at the comment, “I’m going to fucking murder you unless you do something right now, I swear to fucking god.”

This caused the elder to chuckle, “So adorable. Dan.”

After a while of squirming and tightening grips (and a couple more death threats), Phil finally said “Are you ready now, love?” causing Dan’s eyebrows to raise, confused.

“Ready for what, asshole?” he spat, obviously still upset with what Phil had done.

Phil ignored the comment. “Ready for more. If I let go you better not touch anything, okay?”

Dan simply rolled his eyes dismissively. “Fuck off.”

Grinning, Phil released Dan’s wrists and sunk down his body again, one hand holding down his hip as the other lightly curled around his softening length and slowly began to pump again. The teenager gasped and squirmed at the contact, feeling that little bit more sensitive to Phil’s touch.

“Okay - I got you a little something for us to play with, we don’t have to if you’re not okay with it, but i just thought you might enjoy it.” he muttered quietly, almost embarrassed by it.

Dan strained to lift his head up, looking at his boyfriend with curiosity. “Oh?”

Phil climbed off him and walked to his dresser to rummage through. “I thought, since I wanted to make it as amazing as possible, that this would, umm, do the trick?” When he turned around he could see Dan stroking himself, almost casually, simply needing some contact. His eyes fluttered open and once he saw Phil staring he blushed, taking his hand away.

“Or you could do that,” he laughed.

Dan’s cheeks gained even more colour. “No, keep going. I like watching you please yourself.” Dan shook his head, curling into himself slightly in embarrassment. Phil moved back to the bed and held his shy boyfriend’s hand, bringing it back to his cock and curling his fingers around him again. Dan looked up at him, innocence shining in his eyes, and at the sight Phil felt like hugging him he was so cute. “Go on…” he encouraged, slowly moving Dan’s hand up and down his length until Dan moved himself so he drew his hand away. “So beautiful, Dan,” he purred, watching his boyfriend close his eyes.

In his other hand, Phil played with the toy between his fingers, relatively small, and flicked a tiny switch on the side of it so it buzzed to life. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered as he brought it to his lover’s thigh and gently skimmed it along his skin. He flinched at the sensation and let out a confused noise, so Phil soothed him softly. “It’s okay, it’s nothing bad. It’s supposed to feel nice,” he assured, bringing it back and letting the soft vibrations make Dan’s skin tingle.

“I didn’t plan to tease you with this; I thought it would be best to just jump right to it, but if you’re uncomfortable with this toy being anywhere near your cock then we’ll simply do something else, okay?” Dan nodded, eyes still closed as he felt Phil’s warm fingers close around his wrist and pull it away, taking hold of his length himself and stroking him softly as he subtly brushed the toy along the side of his cock. A sweet, unfamiliar burst of pleasure shot through Dan’s body and he twitched in surprise.

“Ohmygod!” he squeaked as Phil pulled it away. He’d never felt something like that before.

“What? Was that good or bad?” Phil questioned, concerned.

The younger sighed contently. “Good. Definitely good.”

Grinning, Phil brought the toy back and let it just skim against Dan’s cock, working from base to tip and back again before repeating the trail. Beneath him Dan was letting out small helpless whimpers as he was pleasured, his body almost being numbed by the soft vibrations. It was incredible; the focus was completely on his cock, and Phil was stimulating it directly in such an amazing way.

As Phil wrapped his hand around him again and slowly pumped, Dan’s mouth fell open and he couldn’t find the energy to close it. He felt exhausted, completely limp on the bed and submissive to everything Phil wanted to do. “Are you okay, Dan?” he questioned, hand squeezing gently.

Dan didn’t bite back his moan at the feeling. “Great. Everything is so fucking great.” He heard Phil laugh, pride clear in the sound, “I feel… I can feel… Phil…” he breathed out, words coming out between weary pants. His thoughts were blurring and all he could see was Phil above him, watching him, taking care of him. Dan loved him. He really fucking loved him for all he made him feel.

Phil leaned down to catch his lip quickly and Dan reciprocated so the kiss wasn’t messy. Reluctantly he felt Phil pull away and whined softly. “It’s okay. Just let go, I’ve got you.” he breathed, placing kisses all along Dan’s jaw. The teen squirmed a little and moaned softly as Phil worked his hand so expertly over him, his toy sending bursts of pleasure through his tip and around his body. He knew what was coming, he wouldn’t have been able to hold back if he’d tried - the knot tightened and tightened and he arched his back just as he released, trembling and whimpering like a puppy, with his eyes squeezed shut.

It was incredible - Phil was right, he did make it really good.


The next time Phil did it, Dan wasn’t sure if he could take it anymore.


“Mmh, Phil…” the younger whined, rocking his hips on his fingers as Phil held him steady with his hands on Dan’s waist. He was sat on Phil’s lap, legs either side of his thighs. Phil’s back was against the wall but his mouth was against Dan’s skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Dan, especially like this,” Phil breathed, lips tracing his hot chest. He reached his nipple and the teenager whimpered helplessly, Phil’s tongue gently running over the sensitive nub. His hand curved around Dan’s hip and grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers since Dan had expressed never doing this before. So obviously the first thing Phil thought was to help Dan right at that moment.

And just a few minutes later… Here they were.

“Just a little less, babe,” he instructed, trying to bring Dan’s hand to a stop. “It’s not so much a jabbing motion as a sort of gentle stroke, if you get me?” Dan let out a noise of confusion. “Here - let me show you.” he tugged on Dan’s wrist to get him to pull out, and once he did he slowly pushed in one finger, then two, and Dan mewled in response. “You only need to…” Phil’s voice trailed off as he moved his fingers in a small curving motion, curling the tips of his fingers and stroking along Dan’s sensitive walls which made him shudder.

“Fuck, okay.” Dan sighed, his head flopping to once side as Phil continued to pleasure him. “I would say I think I can do it, but I really don’t want you to stop.” he admitted, gripping Phil’s shoulders with both of his hands. Phil pulled out and he pouted in reluctance.

“I’ll do it another time. But for now, I want you to do it.” Dan retracted his left again and positioned it by his entrance before pausing.

“Can I have a little more lube, please? It’s just… I get nervous every time that it’s going to hurt.” Dan’s voice was quiet and heavy with genuine worry, so Phil kissed his forehead lightly before reaching to the beside table to retrieve the small red bottle. Opening the lid with a soft 'pop’ he waited for Dan to bring his hand back in front of him before squeezing a generous amount on his fingers again. “Thank you…” he sighed in relief, returning his fingers to his rim and slowly pushing them in. He relaxed quickly once he realised that there was no pain again.

Phil placed the bottle back and gripped both of Dan’s hips again to keep him balanced. “Okay, remember how I did it?” Dan nodded, eyes closing as he focused on what he was doing. He kept his hand still and only moved his fingers from the knuckle, curling them within himself and giving himself a different sensation that he was before. His body jerked without his control and a surprised squeal left his mouth.

“Umm, Phil? I think I–” he cut himself off with another squeak as he brushed over that spot again, certain of what he’d stumbled across.

“Oh,” was Phil’s response, and Dan guessed that he’d caught on too. He let out a breathy laugh. “Well, that was quick. I’m impressed.”

Dan groaned wearily, “Phil, can you please not laugh when I’ve got my fingers up my own arse? It’s really unsettling.”

“Hush, love, I’m only lightening the mood,” Phil purred, leaning back in to press his lips to Dan’s collar and make him subconsciously arch his back. “You know,” he said between kisses as he trailed them along Dan’s upper body. “You look,” one in the middle of his chest, “Gorgeous,” another on his shoulder, “Fingering yourself,” once more he kissed his collar bone, and Dan let out a whimper, “for me,” he placed a final one to his boyfriend’s smooth neck causing him to moan quietly and tilt his head slightly.

“Hmm, Phil, stop. That’s not fair.” he whined, shivering as he brushed over that spot again. He felt Phil’s lips across the underside of his chin and let out a frustrated groan. “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”

Phil giggled, sending amazing vibrations along Dan’s neck. “Doing what again? I don’t know what you’re talking about Dan.” he teased as he drifted one hand from Dan’s hips down to his length and began to pump him slowly. “I just want to make you feel good.” he sighed against his neck, feeling his boyfriend relax into his touch. “Can I do that?”

Dan purred and rocked his hips slightly. “Please do,” he cried desperately, gasping as he felt Phil’s teeth drag along his sensitive skin. “Fuck, Phil, please.” the teen begged, whining as Phil began to nibble lightly at his neck. This guy was way too good with the teasing.

The elder’s hand moved up and down his length slowly, sensually, prolonging the experience as if the act was casual and didn’t have an end. Dan sighed contently at the way everything was making him feel; peacefully blissful. He wasn’t close, nor soft. He was simply being pleasured.

“Mmm, wish we could stay like this all day,” the teen purred.

“But I wanted to do something special today…” Phil pouted as he pulled away. “Don’t you want to see the new toy I bought you?”

Dan’s eyes shot open. “You bought me something? Really?”

His boyfriend grinned, his strokes slowing to a stop. “Yeah, love. I promise we can always come back to this another time, okay?” Dan nodded in almost submission, reluctantly retracting his fingers and climbing off of Phil’s lap. Phil’s fingers found their way into Dan’s hair and stroked it lovingly. “Can you lay down for me, babe?” The teen nodded, leaning into the contact before rolling onto his back beside Phil.

The elder climbed over his body and met their lips softly, quickly moving down to place kisses down his jaw and collar and chest before pulling away. Dan’s heart was beating nervously fast as he wondered what Phil could have planned for him, and when he returned to the bed with a small black shoe box his heart only fluttered more excitedly in his chest.

Phil removed the lid to reveal a small black dildo - no wait, that’s a vibrator - and Dan raised an eyebrow. “Is this okay?” Phil questioned, concern heavy in his voice.

“Yeah, it’s my favourite colour.” Dan chuckled, causing the other to roll his eyes.

“Shut up, I’m serious. Would you be okay with this? Because we really don’t have to if–”

“As long as it doesn’t hurt, I’m all for it,” Dan smiled reassuring and Phil smiled back, pulling the item from its box and climbing back over his boyfriend. He caught his lips quickly, and Dan kissed back passionately before Phil pulled away to retrieve the lube. He sat before his boyfriend, rubbing the cold liquid all along the toy and making Dan drool at the sight.

Phil separated Dan’s legs slightly and positioned the toy at his rim, pausing when he heard a tense breath, eyes then shooting to Dan. “You sure you’re okay? I’ll tell you when I’m about to turn it on it that helps.”

Dan simply smiled. “I’m fine, just a little nervous as usual. But please do,” he breathed out, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he felt the toy push past his rim. It was well covered and slipped in easily, gently pumping in and out for Dan to get a feel for it.

“I’ll turn it on now, if that’s alright?” Dan nodded in confirmation, then felt the toy buzz to life inside of him. The vibrations were soft and numbing, obviously familiar but it was difficult to think when Phil was paying so much attention to his pleasure.

He let go of the toy, leaving it within the teen beneath him as he crawled up to his chest and kissed the centre lovingly, causing Dan’s back to arch slightly. His hands quickly found both of Dan’s wrists and brought them above his head, and as he did so he connected his lips to his lover’s neck, sucking gently so he didn’t create a mark.

Dan let out a breathy moan and Phil pulled away briefly. “There was kind of one more thing I wanted to do… But I don’t think you’d want to do it.”

The younger frowned, “No, what is it?” When he opened his eyes he saw that Phil had a light blush across his cheeks.

“You’ll think it’s a joke…” he mumbled, looking away.

Dan rolled his eyes. “Come on, just tell me.”

Phil glanced up and back down again, taking a sharp breath and muttering “I kind of wanted to leave you here whilst I made a video.”

That made Dan’s eyebrows raise. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” The other shook his head. “You can’t be serious. How the hell would you leave me here? And what would be the point?”

Phil shrugged his shoulders. “I thought it would be interesting to film whilst knowing you’re in my room, tied up and helpless, all because of me. People would watch it and have no idea where you were.”

“And that excites you?” Dan bit back a laugh. Phil so wasn’t serious.

“Anything involving you writhing and desperate excites me, you know that.” A sly grin crept onto his lips and Dan felt his wrists be gripped again and dragged up to the headboard. He frowned.

“Wait… Did you mention something about 'tying me up’?” Phil didn’t answer, wrapping some cloth around Dan’s wrists to secure them to the headboard. He grinned, and Dan stuck his tongue out at him. “Oh, haha, very funny. Go make your video. See if I care.” Phil’s eyes lit up like a street at Christmas and he placed a final kiss on Dan’s lips before scuttling out of the room.

Silence followed. Dan was starting to doubt himself; was Phil really going to have him tied up for this? Why would he even do that? To prevent him touching anything, probably. Oh god, was it one of those days, when he makes Dan all squirmy and needy, begging Phil for help? Oh, they were just hell! Fucking amazing, but hell to go through.

Prolonged silence, and the smug grin fell from Dan’s face. Where the hell was he?!

“Hey guys! So I realised today it’s been quite a while since I spoke to you last…”

Oh fuck. He was actually serious.

“But the MAIN complaint was that there was no red panda noise–”

“PHIL YOU ASSHOLE!” he yelled, irritated beyond belief at the situation.

Silence followed, then a distant reply of “You said I could make a video! What did you expect?”

“I EXPECTED YOU TO BE FUCKING WITH ME, THAT’S WHAT! YOU ARE SO NOT LEAVING ME HERE!” His throat burned with the yelling, the pain making him regret every word once it was out of his mouth.

Phil didn’t respond for a while, and when Dan listened closely he could just about hear Phil’s faint voice; “Feel free to replay that as many times as you like.”

“PH-IL! THIS ISN’T FUNNY! DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS.” he whined, remembering just how good the toy kept making him feel. He just knew how lost and helpless he was going to get if Phil didn’t come back soon.

Minutes passed, each second just that little bit more difficult to bear. There was sweat on his palms and under his knees, his eyes scrunched up and hands clenched into fists. He needed friction, he knew that. The vibrations throbbed like pulses of pleasure through his system and Dan felt like crying, he was so frustrated.

“I just keep, like, wanting to lick myself - now that sounded bad!” Dan groaned at the thought, followed by a helpless whimper. He did that on purpose. This was so not fair. Now all Dan could think about was Phil’s tongue running over his chest and neck, and no matter what he did he couldn’t shake out the image of Phil licking up and down his cock.

This was going to be a long ten minutes.


“Okay, I’m gonna go now. Please like this video if you enjoyed it and I will see you next week.” Dan paused, breath stopping. There were two words on Dan’s mind when he heard that sentence;


The door creaked open and Phil’s head poked around the side, eyes wide and full of mock innocence. If Dan’s hands weren’t tied down he would’ve slapped that stupid grin right off his smug little face.

“Dan? You okay in here?” he whispered, voice squeaky and timid.

The teen pulled against his binds. “Please… This isn’t fair. I wasn’t ready for this.” he cried, body too hot and desperate to stand anymore now that Phil was here. “Please, do something Phil.”

“It’s alright, I’m here,” Phil soothed, sitting beside him and threading Dan’s hair from his face. “I’ll take care of you.”

Dan breathed out wearily, “You’re an asshole.”

The other laughed, hands working down to Dan’s painfully hard length. “You love me really.” His long fingers curled around him and stroked him slowly - just the friction he needed.

Dan whimpered as Phil worked his hand on him, his whole body reacting to the touch. “Mmm, yeah, course I do.” he stumbled over his words. “Love you. Love your hands. Love what you do to me. Love how you make me feel.” He hadn’t forgotten how good the toy felt, how easily Phil made him unravel, and just how quickly he was on the edge. “Mmh, Phil…” Dan whined, hands clenching into fists. “T-too much. Need to–”

“Shh, love, you don’t need to warn me.” Phil cooed, his thumb subtly brushing over the tip and sending a shudder through him.

“Love you, Phil,” Dan moaned, breaths coming out in short pants. Heat and pleasure washed over his body and he cried out, feeling light-headed all of a sudden. His vision blurred and shapes warped, sounds merging into a mess and his focus was drifting and diminishing until he could hardly think. Damn it - how could Phil do this to him so easily?

Once he came to, he felt Phil freeing his wrists and groaned in relief. “Can’t believe you actually left me here.”

Phil laughed breathily. “I can’t believe you actually stayed quiet long enough for me to get some actual content for the video.”

“You fucking tied me to your bed, you dick.”

“I know.” the elder of the two giggled, “I didn’t even know I would do that. It just sort of happened.”

Dan sat himself up and whimpered unexpectedly as Phil slipped the toy out of him. He rubbed his wrists absentmindedly to make sure they weren’t aching. “Shit, we have to use that again sometime.” Dan, whose eyes were now drifting down to Phil’s underwear, noticed his half-hard state and crawled up to him. “I just realised - whenever you do something for me, I hardly ever give you something in return.” His fingers hooked into Phil’s underwear and the elder grinned down at him.

“That’s 'cause you get so sleepy and worn out afterwards.” he laughed as Dan tugged down his boxers.

“You’re fault; you put me in that state.” His hand wrapped around Phil’s length, causing him to throw his head back and let out a breathy moan.

“Fuck - yeah, of course I do. But you’re always so - fuck - cute, I can’t keep my hands off you.” Phil tilted his head to catch Dan’s lips, feeling him part them invitingly so Phil obliged, moaning as he did so. His hands snaked around the teen’s hips and pulled him closer, practically grinding against him as he rocked into Dan’s hand.

“What should I do?” the younger questioned as he pulled away, innocence clear in his voice and eyes as he watched Phil and waited.

“God, umm, I don’t know. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Fuck - seeing you all desperate and squirmy really got me going, you know? I’m almost there.” he moaned, Dan ducking down to kiss at his jaw, neck and collar before moving to his chest. “Yeah, god, that too.”

The younger giggled as he worked his hand a little faster. “You’re so easy.”

Whining, Phil met their lips again briefly and quickly pulled away. “Shut up - I am not, I’ve just frustrated myself in the past hour. You’re not that good, babe.”

“Shut up.”

“Can’t. It’s difficult when I’m about to - fuck!” he cried, releasing over Dan’s fist, body twitching as he lost himself in the feeling that Dan’s hand gave him. He’d never get used to this - what state he could put Phil into with just his hand. It was incredible - no wonder Phil liked to do it to him so often.

Dan felt Phil softening in his hand and proceeded to slow his strokes to a gentle touch, since Phil was so sensitive. He always liked this, for some reason - to be pleased just a little after his orgasm. His arms fell limp and he collapsed into Dan’s chest, sweating and panting.

“God, I love you.” Phil breathed.

Dan kissed his head softly and laughed. “I know, you spoon. I love you too.”


A few more selfies from tonight! (@sublimeandfine is the fem! Rick in the first two pics :) )
Also, my hair was literally lit at the rave? Someone told me it was glowing because of the lights and I legit started screaming I was so happy lmaooo.
Feels good to get home and shower, I’m so tired right now. Can’t wait to get up at six am to leave for my family’s vacation in like…four hours…wish me luck :’)

I can't sleeeeeep

I did a thing bc I can’t sleep and I’m sad and USING TO THAT TO MY OWN ADVANTAGE FUCK YOU EMOTIONS! Anyways don’t mean to romanticize anything, I keep feeling like I am but I’m not trying to but anyways, here’s a thing I just wrote right now enjoy

Restless nights are the worst possible thing to happen to you, you would just lay in bed shifting and sighing until your emotions consumed you leaving you sad before you eventually fell asleep; and this night was no different. You tossed and turned, sighing in frustration of not being able to find a comfortable position. You picked up your phone to check the time. 11:55. You mentally groan and put your phone back down, thinking that nothing online could possibly have changed from the last time you checked it ten minutes ago. You laid flat on your back and felt a sinking feeling in your chest. ‘So it begins,’ you thought, the feelings in your chest growing as your mind began to feel like static. You’re eyes shifted to different corners of your ceiling before looking back down at your phone.
‘I shouldn’t,’ you thought to yourself. 'It would help, but I shouldn’t. He’s probably busy or asleep or who knows…but maybe he isn’t.’
This mental battle continued in your mind until it became too much.
“Fuck it!” You quietly exasperate to no one. “Wouldn’t hurt to try.”
You picked up your phone and searched for his name. Once your found it your thumbed hovered over it call option, hesitant on what your come out might be. Before you can overthink it you press it, your heart rate rising in fear that you’ll be a bother.
“Hello,” 2D said, his voice slightly easing you.
“Hey Stu,” you responded, your voice slightly raspy and tired.
“What’s up, love?”
“Nothing really, where are you right now?”
“The studio, we pulled a late night recording session.”
“Am I bothering,” you ask, chewing your bottom lip as guilt washes over you.
“No no don’t worry, love, were actually finishing up.”
“Why is everything alright?”
“No, yeah, I was just..” your voice trails off, hesitation returning. You inhale deeply releasing all concern before saying “I was just going to ask if you wanted to stay over tonight, Im feeling a bit down and really can’t sleep.”
“Yeah, you’re not too far. I’ll be on my way”
“Oh great, thank you.”
“Of course, I’ll see you soon.”
“Alright, bye.”
And with that you hang up the call and your heart beat returns to it regular rate, though the sinking feeling stays. A hint of guilt still stays and insecurity rises but you try to push it away.
A couple minutes later you hear a small knock on the door and a door opening, identifying that it’s 2D, who has a spare key but always knocks first before entering. You greet him with a hug and peck on the cheek before you take his jacket while he removes his shoes.
“Hey y/n, you alright?” 2D asks when you return from placing his jacket on a chair.
“Yeah, yeah I just had those late night thoughts you know? Made me a bit down and I just didn’t feel like being alone.”
“Well I’m here for you alright?”
“Yeah, thank you.”
He responds by pulling you in a hug and kissing your forehead. You inhale contently, catching his scent of cigarettes and comfort.
“Going to sleep straight away seems a bit strange, would you like some tea?”
“I’d love some.”
Another hour was spent sitting at the dining table, drinking tea and taking about each others day, sharing laughs while at it. You let him use your shower and a pair of shorts, which was appreciate shown by the kiss on the cheek you received. When he got out you both laid on your bed and just talked about nonsense until it was more comfortable silence that words.
“Stu?” you quietly asked after admiring him and your intertwined fingers for a few moments, realizing your negative energy has vanished.
“Yeah, y/n?”
“You’re great.”
That gained a small laugh and a kiss on your knuckles.
“You’re greater.”
“And thank you for coming over, it helped and I really appreciate it.”
“Of course. Never be afraid to ask, okay?”
“I love you, y/n”
The sincerity took you back a bit. You have said it to each other before but it doesn’t fail to make your heart swell. You smile and pecked his lips.
“I love you too, Stu.”
You placed your head on his chest and felt his arms wrap around you, his light heartbeat and breathing soothing you. You felt your eyes finally grow heavy and sigh in relief and joy.
'What was I so worked up about?’ you thought before closing your eyes and drifting asleep.