ohh guys

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                                                          I can’t get over it, really.
                        The fact that in some realities we aren’t even, you know, married.

anonymous asked:

i'm desperate for more older brother phil fucking his brother, Jordan's, friend Dan

finally

+ guys i’ll do more omo soon calm down

“Jordan! Get off me!”

Dan thrashed, trying to shove off the boy currently straddling his waist, tickling everywhere he could reach. Dan giggled, trying to hit him, but Jordan just ignored him.

“Jeez, you’re weak. You can’t even protect yourself.” Jordan laughed, moving his hands to Dan’s neck. Dan screeched, squirming underneath him.

They had gotten closer in the last few weeks, which was heaven for Dan. He had never really had a best friend, and it felt great. It felt good to have someone to sit with during lunch, to talk to in the middle of night, to hang out with or call when you’re bored. Dan had been missing that.

None of this, of course, was very much fun for Phil.

He had to listen to all this, the laughing, the whining. He needed a drink. His visit with his family was almost over, and honestly, it couldn’t come soon enough.

He was done listening to this.

Both Dan and Jordan looked up abruptly when they heard a knock on the door frame. Phil cleared his throat. Jordan just rolled his eyes, standing up, but Dan froze.

He had hardly shared eye contact with Phil since… that day, and he honestly felt stupid that he had thought Phil might actually talk to him. But now Phil was staring directly at him, his gaze icy.

“What do you want, Phil?” Jordan asked, glaring at him. Phil crossed his arms, leaning against the door.

“I wanna talk to Dan.”

Dan’s heart skipped a beat. No, shut up. He’s probably going to kick you out or something, you’ve probably overdone your welcome.

“Why?” Jordan shook his head. “He’s busy. Go away.”

“Shut up, Jordan. You don’t own him.” Phil raised an eyebrow, turning to Dan. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” Jordan answered for him. “He doesn’t want to talk to you. Right Dan?”

Dan swallowed. He was never good under pressure, and with both of them staring at him, waiting for an answer… his hands were sweating.

“Uh, I’m n-not busy.”

Phil looked pleased, and smug, which was incredibly hot. Jordan just looked betrayed. Dan rolled his eyes.

“Oh c’mon Jordie, he just wants to talk. I’ll be right back.”

He sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Fine. Whatever. Be quick.”

Dan nodded, standing up and walking to the older boy. He shared a look with Phil at the door, and followed him down the hall, to the kitchen.

Dan hugged himself, wrapping his arms around his torso, leaning against the counter. He still felt stupid. Dummy. Of course Phil doesn’t want you, he won’t even look at you.

Before Dan could break the awkward silence or even move, the older boy’s lips were attached to his throat. And then he was pinned back against the cupboards, his eyes closed, clinging to Phil’s shoulders.

“Phil-” He choked out, his breath catching.

“Yes, angel?” He answered softly, the smirk evident in his voice, his lips trailing messily down Dan’s neck.

“W-What are you-” he swallowed. “You didn’t really want to t-talk, did you?”

“No,” the older boy breathed, sliding his hands to Dan’s lower back and pulling him closer. “Not one bit.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch and leaning against it at the same time.

“I’m sick of hearing you,” Phil growled breathily, digging his nails into Dan’s ass. “With him.”

“W-Why, daddy?”

Phil let out a sharp gasp, gripping Dan’s hips roughly and pulling their crotches together.

“Because, you sound so-” he paused, shaking his head. “I dunno, happy. I want to be the one making you happy.” He slid a hand up to Dan’s jaw, gripping it tightly. “You’re mine, you know that? Not his.”

Dan giggled, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck. “All yours,” he whispered, before connecting their mouths heatedly.

Phil picked Dan up momentarily, placing him on the counter and moving between his legs. He tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, pulling him as close as possible, muffling his quiet moans and whimpers.

“Need you,” Dan blurted, breaking away for air momentarily. “Please. Need you now.”

Phil chuckled quietly, his hands gliding over Dan’s thighs, scratching him through the fabric.

“Are you sure, baby? Jordan will definitely hear us…”

“I don’t care,” Dan whined, huffing desperately. Phil looked so snide, so fucking snarky… he wanted to slap him for enjoying this, but he really didn’t want to find out what Phil would do to him if he acted on his urges. “Please, Phil.”

Phil smirked, his fingers sliding to Dan’s zipper and gently tugging at it.

“Well, if you really don’t care…”

Dan put his hands over Phil’s, meeting his eyes and guided Phil’s fingers down. “I don’t,” he said softly, firmly.

And then Phil was pulling Dan’s shirt off roughly, and Dan hardly knew what was happening until Phil was climbing on top of him on the counter, his jeans and shirt off as well.

Dan moaned, throwing his head back as Phil palmed at his crotch, leaning over him to kiss him sweetly. It quieted him, but only slightly.

Phil bit down on Dan’s lower lip, tugging gently and grinding down on him. He took it slow, keeping his pace steady. For some god damn reason, he had an overwhelming urge to make Dan jizz in his boxers. He smiled to himself at that, and Dan whimpered from underneath him.

Dan tried to reach down and touch himself, but Phil moved so Dan’s arms were pinned at his sides by Phil’s legs, helpless.

“Please,” Dan whimpered, his voice already broken and completely fucked out as if he had been screaming for hours. He whined, squirming under the older boy’s touch and begging for friction, to be touched, fucked, anything. “Fuck-”

Phil grinned almost maliciously, grinding his hips down against Dan’s most sensitive spot at the moment. Dan involuntarily bucked his hips, rutting against Phil for anything, god, he just wanted to cum.

“Beg,” Phil whispered huskily, and Dan couldn’t help but full on whine at that.

“You’re such a-” Phil cut off Dan’s insult by slipping his hand into his boxers, and Dan’s breath caught. And then the boy above him was full on fucking down on him, rolling his hips deliciously.

“Ah-!” Dan whined, rutting up needily. “Please Phil, oh fuck, please-! So g-good, ohh fuck.”

“Guys?!”

Dan came just as Jordan burst in from the hallway, instantly covering his eyes. “Holy shit,” he cursed, turning away. “Oh my god. Phil!

Phil climbed off of Dan, dropping his feet to the floor. “What?” He asked calmly.

“God damn it!”

Phil helped Dan get his shirt on, and even wrestled his jeans on.

“Um,” Dan mumbled, dazed, his eyes focusing on the wall behind Jordan. “I t-think I need to go home to…”

“Yeah, yeah, go.”

Phil tugged his jeans on. “I’ll drive you.”

“No you fucking won’t,” Jordan hissed, whirling around and glaring at his brother. “You’ve already stolen my fucking friend, I’ll get him home.”

Phil raised his eyebrows, slowly wrapping his arm around Dan’s shoulders.

“I think someone’s jealous.”

Jordan was practically seething, there was nearly steam coming out of his ears. Dan couldn’t help but giggle.

“Come on Jordie,” he said softly, moving away from Phil and taking Jordan’s arm. Jordan grumbled.

“Hey Dan,” Phil called after them as Jordan tugged at him.

“Hm?”

“Next time, you’re gonna deal with this.” He pointed at his visible boner.

“Oh, god.” Jordan shook his head, looking disgusted. “Just deal with it while we’re gone.”

Phil grinned, winking at Dan quickly before spinning around and retreated to his room. Dan smiled to himself. Maybe they wouldn’t have to hide anything anymore.

Ok, guys, I’m so sorry it took me so long!! So I was tagged by so many lovely people to do this bias and bias wrecker selfie tag: @gloomybow1 @jeylovestoblog @philophobia999 @mart-art @kookiesugatae @taejikoookx @itsokaythough @slutlingar @jungkook-gifs (by some of you already twice, omg I’m so sorry hahah)

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she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “what kind of costume?”

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“ohh? he’s not that gross.”

“gross in personality,” @rabbitsteaparty explained.

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by this point i was in the process of dying of dehydration because of all the sweat that’s left my body. “at… a convention… with other people… who will also be gross,” i ineloquently answered.

the cashier pleasantly nodded along. “oh, okay.” and a feeling of relief washed over my disgusting, shameful, sweaty body. she couldn’t possibly ask me any more questions about this horrid ging freecss cosplay.

then, a second cashier joined her at the counter. “oh, what are you making?”

i instantly descended to hell.