Sweet Philes, this week’s Novel Length Friday post is a special one. @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully will be at Wizard World Comic Con, so to celebrate this joyous event, we will be using today’s post as a massive recap of every Novel Length fic we have rec’d so far! Each link will take you to our original post where rating, word count, summary and such will be stated for you.
So if you’re stuck at home waiting for Con and panel updates on tumblr, browse our list. Catch up on whatever you may have missed. Have a wonderful weekend, and we’ll see you on Sunday for our usual smut date.
Title: Remember How It Never Was Pairing: Klaine Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~1200 words Warnings: Phone sex, tiny hint of innocence kink, fantasy sharing/not quite role-play. Summary: Kurt and Blaine are talking and reminisce about how it when when they first talk, taking an unexpected turn. Slightly cracky/silly fun. Notes: Written for Klaine Appreciation Week “Then and Now”. Expected fluff but it took a porny turn. Also on AO3
Blaine’s all snuggled up in his bed on his phone’s hands-free kit talking to Kurt when he gets a sudden flash of deja vu. He’s taken right back she they’d first done this. He hadn’t even known Kurt two weeks when they ended up talking on the phone late into the night for the first time.
“Hey, remember when we used to do this?” He asks, “Back when we first met, before you came to Dalton.” After that they’d still talked, but they’d stopped the late into the night calls for a while because they had more time together and Kurt had a long trip.
Kurt giggles, “I do. I was so head over heels so fast for you, I don’t think my feet touched the ground the whole next day after the first time I fell asleep talking to you.”
Blaine laughs, “I just wanted to talk to you all the time, it was so important. I mean, I still do, it still is, but it’s different now, I know I’ll get the chance.”
Kurt sighs, “It is different. It’s settled, I know where I am with you. Plus I almost never jerked off while on the phone to you back then.”
Jekyll was furious, but his rage was ice cold and well contained. He had come to accept that he had to share his wife and his love with the monster inside him, had come to accept that this monster connected with Belle on a more carnal level, reached her in ways he himself could never dream of, but still, he hated it. And going to retrieve his cane from the Nolan’s house after he passed out the evening before, to be met with a mixture of disgust and boyish admiration was one of the most humiliating exercises those two had put him through to date. Belle could have warned him. But she didn’t, and for the first time since he became aware of his love for her, he wanted to punish her.
Summary: Was Baekhyun perfect? Was he an outstanding scholar, a skilled Hapkido student, the ideal son? Was he imperfect? Was he a second-rate slacker who just got lucky, a complete fake, a freak? He never knew. He did, however, know that he was suffocating and that he enjoyed it when he was in this sick bastard’s embrace. Probably.
Warning (s): Drug use, breath and blood play (both implicit, of course), mention of date rape (but not the actual occurrence of it—implicit or explicit). You’ve been warned.
often that Jimin has time to himself. But when he does, he makes the most of
kinda hard due to the fact that he shares a room with two other boys who most
probably do the same thing he does (Jimin doesn’t really want to think about
that because of the grossness factor) but once the doors are closed and he’s
sure he can hear Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s erratic snoring, the glare of his
phone almost seems like an accusatory flashlight beam from a police officer.
jammed in, Jimin checks one last time that the other boys are snoozing
obliviously before he settles himself into the blankets, already burning up
from anticipation. It’s filthy, yeah, but he can’t bring himself to care right
now. He’ll deal with the guilt in the
always the same set of videos; Jimin’s fingers fly across the screen in a
series of rapid taps, punching in the search word and seeing the thumbnails pop
up. The images alone quicken his breathing and he can’t bring himself to press
on the link any quicker than he does.
fancam; the sound quality is shit but all Jimin is focused on is the boy in the
centre of the video. And from then on, he’s completely gone.
just sweat everywhere, glistening on Yoongi’s skin, dripping down his face and
disappearing into his shirt. It’s not clear, but Jimin leaves the depravity of
it to his imagination, smirking as he slides a hand down his pants, nails
scraping along the waistband of his boxers. The cypher is aggressive, filthy
and raw, and so is Yoongi. There’s no trace of makeup, no sign of the pretty
idol except a rapper spitting fire into a mic. Nothing turns Jimin on more than
seeing Yoongi like this and he has to stuff a fist into his mouth to stop from
groaning out loud, the other hand palming the bulge in his boxers.
too, when Jimin’s eyes travel down Yoongi’s length to see the familiar ripped
jeans that’s showing more skin than necessary. His thumb digs into the slit,
smearing the precome around and he uses the slickness to pump even harder, the
heat bringing him to that sweet, sweet edge. Jimin knows he’s done for when he
sees Yoongi lick his lips and he chokes, spilling over his hand and letting the
ecstasy consume him. For a while, he stays there, the cypher still resonating
through his ears.
Whether it’s a guy or girl, my tongue will make you
Ain’t that right, Jimin thinks smugly,
bringing his sticky hand up to his mouth and licking all of his fingers just as
the video ends and the familiar ‘replay?’ arrow
he’s up for round two.
shit early in the morning when Hoseok’s alarm goes off and Jimin groans (this
time not in pleasure) and burrows his face into his blanket. In addition to the
ungodly wake up, it sucks even more when Taehyung bounds onto his bed and tries
to snuggle in next to him and Jimin has a hard time pushing the eager boy out
of his comfort zone. He’s also slightly alarmed since he was too exhausted
post-fap session to clean up and he tries to angle his body in such a way that
Taehyung doesn’t notice how sticky he is.
Taehyung whines, nuzzling Jimin’s neck. 'Let me in.’
says Jimin flatly, both hands on the younger boy’s chest and pushing him onto
the floor. 'My bed.’
collapses on the floor in a heap, sulking with a rather impressive pout whilst
Hoseok is bustling around, cheerily making his bed. How the two of them manage
to function so well in the morning, Jimin is flabbergasted about, but he much
rather the both of them clear out of the room before he starts to clean up. The
drying come is sticking boxer material to skin and it’s such an unpleasant
feeling that Jimin seriously wants to take an hour long shower.
Minnie,’ Hoseok says, hands on hips. Jimin just flings the covers over his
head. 'Otherwise Namjoon’s gonna throw a fit and I really don’t want to be
there when he starts breaking things.’
off hyung, let me sleep.’ mumbles Jimin into the pillow. Hoseok only mutters
something that sounds like bloody teenagers and
tugs Taehyung out of the room, leaving the younger boy alone. As soon as the
door shuts and Jimin can hear them clanking around the kitchen, he gingerly
manoeuvres off his bed and scurries to the bathroom as fast as he can.
his boxers off his legs, trying not to look at the dried come and tosses it
into the sink to wash later. Once he’s under the shower, he relaxes, lathering
himself up with Hoseok’s prized bubblegum soap (just to spite him) and rinsing
it all away. He tips his head back, letting the water run down his face and he
rubs at his arms, chest and lower, hands ghosting over his abs and before he
knows it, he’s wrapping a hand around his dick and stroking slowly.
I need to douse myself in holy water, he
thinks in all earnest, but that thought is soon forgotten as the heat crawls
along his skin, the warm water urging on his hand as he leans against the cold
tiles of the shower. It’s so much more relaxing and he lets himself fall into a
steady rhythm, conjuring images of last night’s escapade to help bring him to
the edge once more. He wonders how easily he would be able to mark Yoongi and
those delicious, pale thighs and to make the rapper spit his name out with that
filthy mouth and the thoughts have him going harder, head thrown back against
Yoongi,’ Jimin mutters, unable to keep quiet and he strokes himself to climax,
teeth clenched around his orgasm. It takes a while for the blissful feeling to
melt away, like he’s coming down from an ecstasy high. He knows how wrecked he
probably looks, face flushed and legs unstable as he braces an arm against the
wall, turning the shower to full blast to wash off all the evidence and hopes
to good God the others don’t question the suspiciously long shower.
turns off the tap and steps out, wiping all the water off and slinging a pair
of shorts and a tee on. The lazy feeling of satisfaction disappears as soon as
he opens the door and is met with an extremely smug face and the last person he
wants to see.
your time.’ Yoongi’s drawl sends goosebumps skittering across Jimin’s skin.
Thankfully, he’s too fucked out to even think about getting hard again but
yeah,’ Jimin squeaks and mentally facepalms. 'I had um… trouble with the
Jimin looks anywhere but at Yoongi’s knowing smirk. 'I’m going to go eat now.’
He ducks around Yoongi trying to hide a poorly concealed blush and marches
towards the kitchen with what was left of his dignity.
to say, he needs to learn to control his dick because that thing was going to
get him in trouble one day.
problem starts when Namjoon announces that he’s going to be working late at the
studio and so promptly leaves the dorm, not without accidentally breaking the
doorknob on his way out. Seokjin subsequently sighs and leaves on a shopping
trip for a new handle whilst Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook run to the park to
play night basketball. Yoongi lets out a half-hearted I feel kinda shitty so I’ll be in my room no one fucking disturb me or
I’ll cut your balls off and retreats into his lair. Which leaves Jimin
with a dilemma.
off or not to jack off.
doesn’t feel that horny; not a surprise since he’s been at it twice and he
reckons a third time would render him a visit to Fap Addicts Anonymous if he’s
not careful. But then again, the situation is perfect. Everyone’s out and
Yoongi’s holed up in his room probably with headphones jammed over his ears, so
he can be as loud as he wants. And Jimin be damned if he’s not a man of
how he finds himself once again in his bed, earphones in and up full volume and
moaning unabashedly with a hand around his dick. It’s so much easier now that
he’s able to vocalise himself and in some strange, uninhibited area of his
massively peverted mind, he wants Yoongi to hear.
please just- ugh.’ Jimin finally yanks out the earphones, the phone falling
into the swathes of blankets as he jerks himself off even harder, pushing close
to climax. He’s so dead to the world, that he doesn’t hear the click of the
door opening, someone walking to the side of his bed until he throws his head
back into his pillow and sees the pair of dark, amused eyes staring right at
Jimin pulls his hand right out of his boxers, knocking his phone onto the
ground in a tangle of earphone wire and sits up straighter, trying to wipe the
stickiness discreetly onto the sheets. Like that was going to help the
like you wanted to,’ murmurs the voice above him. There’s no mocking though,
just dark amusement.
thought you were sick hyung,’ chirps Jimin a bit too cheerily. 'You should go
back to bed.’
Yoongi arches an eyebrow. 'I don’t get sick. I just stayed at home to see if I
could catch you moaning my name like that.’
Oh God. The words send more heat shooting
straight to Jimin’s cock and he almost whimpers from how hard he is, so close
to release. 'I didn’t-’
bullshit Park Jimin,’ Yoongi growls and leans in closer. 'Did you moan my
knows he’s not going to get anywhere denying it since Yoongi caught him hand in
his pants and he reckons he’s already got a place in hell so ignoring the deep
flush of his cheeks, he nods.
obviously senses his discomfort, and smirks. 'That’s more like it. So….’ The
older boy saunters over to the door and locks it, the sharp clicking noise
resonating through the air and making Jimin flinch. 'Since you called for me, I
better get started then.’
swallows hard, hands shaking as he watches Yoongi brandish some material
towards him. At first he’s confused but upon further observation, he realises
that they’re the boxers he had left (and forgotten to wash) in the sink earlier
in the morning.
need to explain, do I?’ Jimin mumbles, throwing an arm over his face. Any
longer and his dick might wilt from all the embarrassment. 'Fuck.’
Jimin peeks over his arm and his mouth drops open when he sees Yoongi press the
fabric into his nose, inhaling deeply and making direct eye contact with the
younger boy, eyes shimmering with barely concealed lust. 'And it still smells
His dick is aching almost painfully now and he’s ninety percent sure that he’s
drooling. 'Yoongi please.’
older boy only responds by crawling onto the bed, straddling Jimin’s waist and
producing a shiny packet between his fingers that makes Jimin gulp. His mouth
goes increasingly dry as Yoongi’s tongue darts out of lick the edge of the
condom packet, slowly smirking as he rips it with his teeth, the tearing sound
sending heat shooting straight to Jimin’s abdomen.
mother of fuck…’ whispers Jimin. Yoongi only cocks his head as he strips down
and puts the condom on, shucking his jeans off the bed and tossing the
a dirty little thing aren’t you?’ The question is punctuated by Yoongi’s
finger, dragging across Jimin’s lower lip. 'Just aching for me, isn’t that
Jimin’s caught by surprise when Yoongi presses the fabric of his boxers into
his mouth. It takes him a split second to realise that the older boy was gagging him and he relaxes, letting the
material pass into his mouth. It’s salty, from the dried come and he’d be
grossed out because ew morning semen which I’m
basically licking right now but Yoongi looks like sin right now and he
doesn’t care what’s being put in his mouth as long as it’s Yoongi next.
a devilish look in Yoongi’s eyes. ‘Jimin’s been a good boy, hasn’t he?’ Jesus Christ. He strains, bucking his hips
lightly against Yoongi who sighs at the friction, tracing a hand down Jimin’s
chest and unbuttoning his shirt and pants as he goes, slipping all the while
off Jimin’s body.
‘Yes,’ murmurs Yoongi. ‘So pretty, laid out for me like this.’
breathing is laboured, strained and Yoongi leans down, pressing a chaste kiss
against his cheek then mouthing down his skin. He sucks hard enough that Jimin
knows it’ll bruise tomorrow morning; little purple and blue flowers that
will be hell to cover but for now, Yoongi is marking him and it’s hot as fuck.
now poised above Jimin’s abdomen, traces sweet nothings into the softness of
Jimin’s inner leg as he kisses lower and lower. He can feel Jimin’s hips
stutter under his hands and he tuts, stroking the soft skin at the back of the
keens, pressing upward somewhere between a groan and a cry when Yoongi finally
reaches his dick, licking up the underside and mixing the precome and saliva
together, taking in the entire shaft. He locks eyes with Jimin, who’s thrown
his head back in pleasure and figured out a steady rhythm in snapping his hips
up in time with Yoongi’s lips. It’s hot and wet and utterly fantastic and Jimin
is secretly thanking whatever higher power there was for blessing the rapper
with a mouth as skilled as that, both in blowjobs and spitting lyrics.
the wet heat disappears just as Jimin is about to come, and he swears he’s
about to cry because fucking Yoongi stops and looms up over Jimin again, taking
the now extremely damp boxers out of Jimin’s mouth. The younger boy whines, scratching Yoongi’s arms to tell him
to keep going, to keep sucking him off because to dear God he was about to pass
out but Yoongi only winks.
so goddamn gorgeous, you know that?’ He smiles, reaching a hand down to stroke
Jimin’s cheek, whose heart swells at the compliment. The warmth increases when
Yoongi leans down and slots their mouths together, tasting like mint and come
and sin and Jimin doesn’t want to stop, reaching up and tangling his hands in
Yoongi’s impossibly soft hair, tugging him closer. For a while, they just make
out and it’s enough to push the lust out for a while but when they break apart,
it’s back and Jimin’s whimpering again.
needy too,’ Yoongi mutters, but still grinning. 'Where’s the lube?’
Jimin’s panting. 'Top drawer.’
leans over to grab the bottle and it feels like an eternity watching him
drizzle the liquid over his fingers and then slowly, he parts Jimin’s legs,
fingers tracing a lazy pattern to his entrance. Jimin’s breath hitches when
Yoongi finally pushes a finger in, pulling him apart and jolting him in that
forbidden area to make his back arch deliciously, screaming out a 'Fuck,
right baby,’ coos Yoongi, and Jimin wants to slap him and fuck the cockiness
out of him at the same time. 'Scream my name.’
narrows his eyes and Yoongi adds another finger, wiping the irritated look off
Jimin’s face with one movement. 'What do you want me to do, Jiminie?’
you to fuck me,’ says Jimin through gritted teeth. He’s done playing. 'I want
you to fuck me hard.’
so?’ Yoongi smirks. 'Wish granted.’
out and Jimin’s about to whine again at the loss of pressure before Yoongi
lines up his cock and pushes in with a force that shoves Jimin all the way back
to the headboard. It’s ruthless and hard and Jimin loves the way Yoongi’s body
is curved around his, like they’re puzzle pieces meant to fit together. The
burn and push is almost too much to handle and Jimin arches his neck, moaning
whilst Yoongi bends down to suck even more bruises into his skin.
one more thrust from Yoongi and a soft kiss to his lips before Jimin comes so
hard, he swears for a second that the white he sees is Nirvana, but it’s just
the liquid spilling out onto his stomach.
Already he’s sensitive as hell but Yoongi milks his orgasm for all it’s
worth and comes straight after, filling him to the brim. It’s so beautiful,
Jimin thinks, the way Yoongi comes through hooded eyes, eyelashes fluttering
and casting long shadows on his cheekbones and the rise and fall of his pale
chest, glistening with sweat.
few seconds, Yoongi gradually pulls out with a rather obscene squelch and
collapses on the bed next to Jimin with a contented exhale. There’s silence
where they’re both coming down from the high and when Jimin’s able to form
coherent thoughts again, he shuffles over and slings an arm and leg over
Yoongi. It’s still kinda gross when they’re both sticky as hell but for the
time being, he’s too sated and lazy to care.
an animal,’ says Yoongi out of the blue.
Jimin snorts. 'And you’re a pervert. Listening to me jerk off; did it turn you on?’
quite flattering actually, you disrespectful brat.’ Yoongi flicks Jimin lightly
on the forehead. 'Also, you need to be a bit quieter. Who knows who else can
someone a little jealous?’
my ass; I just don’t like sharing.’
Jimin stares up at the ceiling, just basking in Yoongi’s warmth when-
haven’t sucked you off yet.’
want to?’ Yoongi’s up on one elbow, looking down at Jimin who’s shrugging. 'Why
didn’t you say so?’
thoughts aren’t exactly on track when you’ve been fucked to the point of
what are we waiting for?’
smirks and pushes Yoongi onto his back, straddling him this time.
going to be a long, long night.
eating breakfast in the kitchen; Jimin’s spooning eggs by the handful into his
mouth and Yoongi’s watching on in amusement. Suddenly, Namjoon wanders into the
room, taking a seat beside Jimin with a not so hidden suspicious expression on
Jimin says around a mouthful of yolk.
bed stinks real bad.’ Namjoon wrinkles his nose. 'Wash your sheets today.’
were you doing in my room?!’ Jimin sends an indignant look towards the leader
who rolls his eyes.
doing a room check for Hobeom,’ Namjoon answers pointedly, raising an eyebrow.
'So clean them.’
sir.’ Jimin mocks salutes.
Namjoon stands up to walk out. 'Oh and one more thing.’ He turns to glare at
Yoongi. 'Please refrain from spilling your bodily fluids all over Jimin’s bed.
It’s bad enough when it’s just his.’
flounces out, leaving both Jimin and Yoongi spluttering into their food.
A/N: Well first smut… I don’t even know. This started off as imessage procrastination between friends during a boring geography class so ye.
Belle inhaled deeply, sucking in the smell of mowed grass, of hay and flowers and earth. The sky above her was dotted with wispy clouds, and the sun covered her with a blanket of warmth. Her limbs were heavy, and she almost drifted off to sleep, enjoying that for once, the sky was not hidden by grey fog. From time to time, she loved to leave the city behind and spend some days with Jekyll and Hyde on his country estate, where no one watched her when she decided to lay down into the grass, feel the earth beneath her and the sky above and just be for a change.
Just when she closed her eyes and decided that she could just as well sleep, surrounded by the buzzing and humming of insects and the soft breeze sweeping over her, something tickled her nose. She turned her head and smiled at Hyde, lying at her side and tickling her with a blade of grass.
After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry’s life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.
“Someone, somewhere, hated him. Someone with an extremely warped sense of humor.” Oh no Harry, oh you got it all backwards honey. This is fucking brilliant humour and I’m thanking the gods (aka the two fantastic authors) for this story. 10/10 me likey!
So I finally got around to read this and let me tell you, it was the most amazing thing ever. My cheeks will never fell the same.
I loved it. I still love it. I think I’m in love with it and everything in it’s entirety. It’s not just one of the funniest and most hilarious pieces I’ve read in a long time, it’s also romantic and the complete opposite of a heartbreak. This mends my heart. Heals it, which is really something I’ve been in need of so thank you so much for that authors you guys are incredible! There’s just no way for me to describe how much i loved seeing Harry and Draco’s relationship built. From that first time they laugh with each other, to when Harry notices he’s smiling as he leaves the hospital, to the subtle (and not so subtle) flirting which confuses adorable little Harry. It makes me so happy. And it makes me believe in them. Our wonderful boys!
We have over-dramatic little shits. Amazing writing, perfect main and side characters, humour that’ll kill you and 20 dicks. So that’s pretty great!
Repeatedly rejected by the Auror training programme, Draco Malfoy attempts an unorthodox method of gaining admission. Written for 2010 hd_fan_fair (travel), following scarlet_malfoy’s prompt. Note: contains genderswap and dubious consent, both of which were requested in the prompt.
Genre: Romance, genderswap, auror, dubcon
My Comments: Very enjoyable fic. It has great character building.
Summary: The Enterprise crew makes contact with a planet where an all-male society thinks they’re sexual catnip, and decides to keep and marry them all against their will.
Overall: This fic has some super funny situations and also some really harrowing ones, but it is all dealt with lightly except Jim’s feelings for Spock which are super serious. It is first person narration, but the author has a good grasp of Jim-voice so it wasn’t bad. Some of the writing in this fic was absolutely perfect and relatable and awesome.