touching himself

anonymous asked:

How would Kisame like s/o's with different body types and what's his fave?

Mmmmm, my headcanons on this probably aren’t what you wanted to hear but here I go anyway:

Chubby s/o: He loves their soft, rounded figure! He’s never had much body fat himself, so touching his beloved is a whole different experience. Sometimes he quips about pillows and marshmallows and that. 10/10 enjoys the squish.

Muscular s/o: He loves their strong, hardened figure! Flexing with his beloved is always a blast. He occasionally pokes fun at the size differences between their muscles, especially if his s/o is the smaller of the two. 10/10 enjoys the beef.

Skinny s/o: He loves their slight, wispy figure! It’s beyond satisfying to see his fingers touch when his hands are wrapped around various parts of his beloved’s body. Jokes now and then about them being easier to wield than Samehada. 10/10 enjoys the smol.

Incorporeal s/o: He loves their invisible, non-figure! Their energy is more than enough to please him. Jests about whether or not his beloved’s non-hands would be touching certain parts of him if they existed on the material plane in that moment. 10/10 enjoys the presence.

Amalgam s/o: He loves their many, conglomerated figures! He considers himself very lucky to be dating… however many people his beloved counts as?? Two-for-one and other bargain-shopping jokes spring up from time to time. 10/10 enjoys the multiplicity.

His fave: His s/o! He loves them very much! They are the best.

Leap Of Faith - Twenty Eight

Pulling Seph onto his lap he ran his hands up and down her back, feeling the slightly raised texture of her tattoo that trailed down her spine.

She adjusted herself, her knees either side of his thighs and her hand going to his hair.
Her skin was warm and soft to his touch and he let himself enjoy the sensation of feeling a woman’s body against his. An extremely beautiful woman’s body.

Seph lowered her head, grinding against his thighs as she did and earning a groan from him. She started peppering his neck with kisses, her lips like butterflies over his skin. Her hands searched for his shirt, locating the buttons and making quick work of undoing them, placing her hands flat against his bare chest when she was done.

She kissed along his jaw line, her fingertips ghosting up and down his torso and making him shudder. Stopping her mouth just shy of his lips, she pulled back, appraising him with her gaze.

“You do want me, right? You’re going to help me tick that box?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, I want you. And yes, we’ll tick that box, if that’s what you want,” Spencer told her. It was true, he did. He’d probably never tell her how much he actually wanted her, but that doing this just to tick a box, was NOT what he wanted. But he couldn’t tell her no.

Satisfied with his answer, she reached her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and discarding it on the floor.

Spencer’s eyes immediately went to her chest, her full breasts as pale as the rest of her body save for the pink centres, the sensitive flesh there already puckered and hardened. He caught sight of the metal bar that skewered one nipple, small silver balls at either end, and his hand moved to touch it, not being able to help himself.

She giggled at his curiosity and then gasped as his fingertips grazed over the flesh there, wriggling on his lap at his touch.


The noise that had left her throat ignited something inside him and he reached up, pulling her face down to his and crashing his lips to hers, forgetting his reservations.

Spencer’s kiss was hard and full of passion, his lips moving quickly against Seph’s. She matched his pace, moving against his lap, feeling him hard beneath her. She tilted her head and parted her lips, feeling him do the same and slipping her tongue out to meet his. His hands roamed her body, stopping at Seph’s breasts and cupping them, massaging them, her nipples hard against his palms.

He’d been reluctant to begin with, she’d been able to tell. Persephone could understand why, he probably thought that this would change things between them and that he’d be taking advantage of her in her less than stable mental state.

He’d relented though, giving into her wants.

This wouldn’t change things, it was just sex. An early birthday present, she thought and she smiled against his mouth thinking about it like that. She ground against his thigh, harder than before and feeling a low groan vibrating through his lips.

Spencer moved his hands, holding Seph’s waist as he shifted their positions, lowering her to the couch and slotting his body in at the side, his back to the cushions.

Pulling away from her lips, he looked down at her body, Seph suddenly feeling slightly exposed and worried that he wouldn’t like what he saw. She had tattoos and a piercing, she didn’t think that he’d be into that, although he hadn’t balked at the stud. Instead he’d caressed it gently, his touches sending shivers through her.

His hands ran down her stomach and over Seph’s high waisted lace underwear. He seemed nervous himself too, his hand trembling oh so slightly as he grazed the tops of her thighs.

Reaching up Seph smoothed his hair that was falling back, so that she could see his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes that could convey such a wide range of emotions.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered, tugging on his head and pulling him back down, her lips capturing his.

This kiss was slower, less full of passion and desire and more soft and gentle.

“You’re so beautiful, Persephone,” he murmured, pulling his lips away a few millimetres, his breath tickling her skin.

“So are you Spencer Reid,” Seph whispered back, not feeling at all strange telling a man he was beautiful, because he was. Inside and out. She kissed him again, her hands caressing his cheek as his own hand dragged over her underwear. She wanted this so badly, it had been so long since she’d allowed herself to be touched by another person.

Yet as Persephone moved her lips against his, Spencer’s teeth grazing against hers in tiny nips that were doing so much for her right now, she realised that this was wrong.


She’d started this though, she couldn’t just change her mind now.

But she had to.

“Spencer, stop. Please,” Seph gently pushed his face away, seeing alarm as she stilled his hand with your own.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Oh god, I’m sorry.” Spencer looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, she had.

“Shhh, don’t apologise,” she told him softly, her hand still on his face. “I shouldn’t have started this. It’s my fault.”

“No no no, I shouldn’t have let you. I should have said no. But…. Oh god I’m sorry Seph, I did want to. Even though I knew we shouldn’t, it would have changed everything.”

And that was it. As much as she’d told herself it was only sex, it would change the whole dynamic of their relationship.

As clichéd as it sounded, Seph didn’t want to just fuck Spencer Reid. She wanted to love him, to make love with him. But there was no way she was ready for that yet.

“I wanted to as well,” she assured him. “But not like this. I don’t want to do this to tick a box, not anymore. I wanna do it because we both want to, because we want it to mean something.”

“Thats how I feel too,” he spotted his shirt and reached to grab it, laying it over Seph’s chest and covering her up. “In three weeks, you’ve become one of my closest friends. I don’t want to throw that away because of one night. But I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. And…..and I do, I do like you Seph. A lot.”

“Good,” she whispered, pulling him close so that she could hug him, his arms wrapping around her, his shirt now acting as a barrier between their skin. “I like you too Spence. Also, a lot. And not just because of everything you’ve done for me.

“You do?” his words came out muffled, his head nuzzled into her neck.

“I do. But now’s definitely not right, and I’m so sorry for making this awkward.”

“Its fine. We’re fine,” he pulled away to look at you. “It’s not everyday I get to have a gorgeous girl, naked in my arms.” He chuckled and Seph laughed with him, the atmosphere broken.

“Spence…. Maybe in a few months we could revisit this again? You know, if that’s what you want.” Nerves made Seph’s voice crack in the middle of her sentence.

“I’d like that. In a few months.”

They both knew that she meant when she’d gotten to a much better place and had reorganised her thoughts and feelings. The feelings Seph had for him wouldn’t change though, she knew that now. In such a small period of time he’d gotten under her skin, become her confidant, her reason. Not her reason for living, but a reason to try and make the best out of herself because he had shown her that people did care. She’d be happy simply having him as a friend for the rest of her life, but now there was that admittance that there was something more between them. And hopefully in time, they’d be able to explore that something, more.

“Seph.” Spencer broke her train of thought, pointing at the clock on her wall. “Happy birthday.”

if vicchan’s own version of a katsudon™ as yuuri’s birthday present isn’t the purest thing ever then idk what else is


In this place, in this universe, we are together for eternity

Lance: (laughing with Hunk) (casually rests hand on sofa)

Keith: (staring at Lance’s hand w the intensity of a thousand suns) (to himself) Touch it, Keith. Grab that boy’s hand. It’s right there. It’s right there. You fucking- Coward, grab his hand! Hold his hand! Cradle his hand it’s RIGHT THERE, you’re literally dating him, just go for it you coward-

Lance: (to himself) Is this boy gonna hold my hand or what


iKON’s reaction to their parent’s letters

Chanwoo: “Our youngest Chanwoo who loves to eat home cooked food.  The food my mum prepared is like a medicine that heals me but now the situation is…this situation is…” [trans credit]


S1 gifset: Magnus does not like to be touched now with added S2

#Magnus is respectful about touching others #he does not like to be grabbed at himself #people touching him without his express consent #like izzy holding up her arms to hug #except for his old friend and brother ragnor #the only one who magnus allows 

#and now here is alec #first grabbing wildly at him #then touching him gently #sparking this expression

Don’t riff on people who ship their oc’s with canon characters.
Don’t riff on people who write chapter upon chapter about their oc in a fandom universe.
Don’t riff on people who create an oc that shares traits they themselves have.
Don’t riff on people with oc’s.

People make oc’s to be a part of a fictional world they love. People make oc’s to escape their world. 
Don’t fucking riff on people with oc’s.

pastelgothiclesbian  asked:

Okay, so can you make a fic where dan is tied town and Phil has a vibrating wand on his cock and dan screaming and writhing around and he finally cums. BUT Phil does not let up and keeps the vibrator and the head of god cock until he is crying from the overstimulation.


Okay so gUYS I went to the potato bowl it was fuckin lit ++ dirty anons are back on @subbydan-answers for all you sinners ++ I’m doing OCs on my writing tumblr @somanydestiel

Tags: Overstim, Bondage, Edging, dom!Phil, top!Phil, Degradation, Daddy Kink, very rough rough rough play, cumplay if you squint really hard, Aftercare

- Looking back, Dan really shouldn’t have teased Phil and then gone off to touch himself without permission, because he’s now tied tightly to his bed, Phil staring at him with that smirk and his hands behind his back. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, slut?” He asks as he crosses the room and climbs onto the bed above Dan.

- “Yes, Daddy-” Dan’s voice is cut off when Phil slaps him across the face- not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting.

- “Naughty whores like you don’t get Daddies.”

- “Yessir, sorry sir,” Dan amends, eyes shut and trying not to focus on his hard on. Knowing Phil, he won’t be cumming for a while yet. Phil kisses Dan softly on the lips before moving to his neck, biting and sucking dark marks into the skin there. It makes Dan wiggle and his eyes glaze over, because his neck has always been pretty sensitive.

- Phil sits back on his haunches, admiring the mess he’s already made of Dan, and then reveals what’s behind his back- a hitachi wand. Just the sight of it makes Dan’s cock twitch because he loves it, loves how good it feels, how quickly it can make him cum. Tonight is going to be hard. “I’m going to edge you once for every hour your slutty little ass teased me today.”

-Nine. Phil is going to edge him nine times. Dan bites his lip when Phil turns on the wand, hips lifting off the bed just at the sound. He whines in the back of his throat when it does touch him, vibrating up and down his length, Phil moving it slowly with a dangerous look on his face. “Feel good?” Dan makes an affirmative humming sound, looking at Phil pleadingly. Already, he’s wrecked, needy, and close. Riling Phil up takes a toll on him too. Right as Dan’s about to come, the ask for permission on the tip of his tongue, Phil pulls the wand away, running it up and down Dan’s ribs instead, brushing it over his nipples once or twice as Dan calms down slightly. “One. Beg me to touch you again, bitch.”

- “Sir, please, please touch me. Please punish me an’ make me yours sir. ‘M sorry I was bad, just please touch me.” For a long moment, Phil keeps mindlessly moving the wand, dragging it over Dan’s inner thighs. Then, out of nowhere, it’s pressed against Dan’s taint and balls, just enough pressure that Dan squirms. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves it up to the sensitive head of Dan’s cock, holding it there.

- “You’ve had worse,” Phil says with mild disinterest when Dan whimpers. “Be lucky I’m even bothering to touch a disgusting slut like you.” This time, Dan very nearly comes, but it’s taken away from him as the first spurt starts to dribble out of his cock. While Dan ‘cools down,’ if you can even call it that, Phil collects the cum with his fingers and presses them to Dan’s lips to clean. “Don’t get my toy dirty,” he chastises. Just like that, it’s back, and Dan nearly sobs with desperation. The amount of time is even shorter this time, and continues on in much the same pattern until Dan’s been edged eight times.

- Setting down the wand, Phil crawls on top of Dan and balances with his jean-covered thigh pressed between Dan’s legs, one hand balancing himself to the left of Dan’s head, and his right around Dan’s throat, pressing down so that Dan’s breathing gets shallow and his cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. “Rut against my thigh like the pathetic piece of shit you are,” he growls. That’s all Dan needed, and his hips rapidly drive his little cock forward for the painful friction and it feels so fucking good to be beneath Phil like this, surrounded by his scent, tears in the corners of his eyes. Precum smears onto the denim and Dan is about to come, a moan caught in his throat when Phil jumps off of him. No more weight against Dan’s body, no more hand on his throat, no more leg for him to get off on.

- “Sir, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please let me cum, please! Please, sir, I’ll do anything, please! I’m sorry I won’t be bad ever again I’ll do anything sir please!”

- Instead of answering, he picks back up the vibrator and presses it to the head of Dan’s cock again. “You can cum,” Phil says casually, but what makes Dan hit his high is the way Phil reaches into his pants to start stroking himself, eyes never leaving Dan’s shaking form. But once Dan cums, Phil doesn’t move the vibrator, despite Dan’s protests and attempts to shift his hips away from it. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Phil mocks. “Thought the fucking whore wanted to cum.”

- “I did, I did, thank you so much Master but ‘s too much, stop, too much, no more,” Dan pleads, barely intelligible.

- Phil, the little shit, purposely misinterprets. “What’s that? You want me to make you cum over and over and then fuck you? Beg me.” No, that’s not what Dan wants, but he’s so far into subspace that he immediately starts begging, even though Phil’s already made up his mind. “You have permission to cum as much as you like.” He undresses then reaches for the lube, coats his fingers, and pushes two in at once. Dan’s used to it, and Phil knows how much Dan loves the burn of the sudden stretch. He seeks out Dan’s prostate quickly, and attacks it with his fingers, managing to get Dan to cum three more times (The last two dry) before he’s ready to fuck him, the wand still mercilessly against the head of Dan’s cock. He moves it when he pushes into Dan, and instead uses the hand to choke Dan again.

-”Sir, sir, Daddy, no, please, Daddy, Daddy, Phil too much, no!” Dan all but screams, sobbing, but Phil doesn’t- if Dan really wanted him to stop, he’d safeword. The fifth time Dan cums, he passes out. Phil. Doesn’t. Stop. He keeps fucking, and as he gets close, he takes Dan’s soft cock in his hand and jerks him off in time with it until Dan hits one last high, without even getting hard, moaning in his sleep and arching his back. Phil pulls out and looks at Dan, almost amazed. The boy’s neck is lined with hickeys and fingerprints, his cock and hole red and abused, come dripping out of him and drying on his chest. 

-While Dan’s still out, Phil starts a bath, brings in the wand and some water, and gently wipes the cum off of Dan with a damp warm washcloth. “Dan, sweetheart,” he whispers, shaking Dan’s shoulder. “Wake up, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” Dan’s eyes blink open, unfocused, and his swollen lips are slightly parted. “Deep breath for me, Dan. Look at me.” It takes a minute, but Dan eventually does. “There you are. You did such a good job for me, baby. My beautiful little boy, doing so well for his Daddy.”

- “’M not pathetic?” Dan asks blearily.

- “Of course not, I love you so much, Dan. Can I pick you up and carry you to the bath?” Dan nods and winds his arms around Phil’s neck, allowing himself to be bridal carried to the bathroom. “What bath bomb, baby?” Dan looks over the basket of them and points to a dark midnight one with gold sparkles in it, marketed as being a lavender scent. Of course he picks the darkest one in there- even as out of it as he is, Dan has standards. Phil sets Dan on the toilet seat and drops in the bomb, waiting for it to fizzle all the way before lifting Dan up again and setting him in the hot water. While Dan relaxes, Phil wipes down the wand, brushes his teeth, and puts on his glasses in lieu of his contacts, occasionally glancing at Dan in the mirror to make sure he’s alright.

- As soon as he’s done, Phil whispers “lean forward” and climbs into the bath behind Dan, so that the younger is between his legs and leaning back against his chest. “Open your mouth.” Dan does, and Phil uncaps the water bottle to hold it to Dan’s lips, slowly getting him to drink the whole bottle. When it’s done and the bath is getting cold, Phil unplugs the drain and gets the warm water running again while he washes Dan’s hair. As he moves on to wash Dan’s body, he accidentally brushes Dan’s sensitive cock, earning the softest mewl of protest Phil’s ever heard, which makes his heart absolutely melt. “Don’t worry, we’re all done. After the bath, let’s go to bed, beautiful.”

- He carefully dries Dan off with a fluffy towel, and carries him back to Phil’s room. Dan’s room is where they scene, and then they sleep in Phil’s clean bed. “I know, I’ll be right back,” Phil says as he puts Dan down, since the boy made a soft sound of dissent. He pulls on a pair of boxers and grabs some clothes for Dan. “Arms up.” The green uni hoodie comes over Dan’s head. “Up for me real quick, baby.” Dan stands up long enough for a pair of boxers and soft pajama pants to be pulled onto him. “There you go. I love you so much, Dan. You did such a good job for me and I’m so proud of you,” Phil assures, kneeling and putting one hand on Dan’s face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. “My good little boy.”

- Dan throws his arms around Phil’s neck and cries, while Phil just holds him until it’s out of his system. “My good boy, Dan. You’re so amazing, I love you, you’re my perfect baby.” At that point, Dan pulls away and lets Phil kiss his forehead, then lies back on the bed with a slight shiver. Phil pulls the duvet back and gets both of them under it, then throws an arm over Dan’s waist, holding him close while they fall asleep.

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Phil liked to take care of his baby. He liked to pamper Dan, and call him sweet nicknames, and cuddle after sex. Phil didn’t have many rules, and he usually wasn’t too harsh if Dan broke them.

Except for one.

Dan was not, not ever allowed to touch himself. If Dan needed something he would tell Phil, and Phil would help him. Otherwise he would just wait it out. End of story.

No one was allowed to touch Dan except for Phil.

Dan was bored, and lonely. He was propped up on Phil’s bed, his laptop balancing on his knees, wearing some black jeans and one of Phil’s sweatshirts. It made him feel closer to Phil, even if he physically wasn’t.

Phil had gone out to lunch with PJ, some bridal shower or something that he had invited Phil to, leaving Dan alone at home.

Dan turned his head when his phone buzzed from besides him on the bed, picking up and unlocking it. He smiled.

1 message from: Philly ❤️

Philly ❤️: Hew baby, how’s it going?

Dan grinned to himself, shaking his head. Phil always insisted on checking up on him whenever he was out, as if Dan couldn’t take care of himself. It was adorable.

Danny 💙: eh, it’s kinda lonely. i miss you.

Phil responded almost immediately.

Philly ❤️: I’m sorry love 💞

Dan sighed.

Danny 💙: when do you come home ?

Philly ❤️: Probably a few hours. It doesn’t seem to be winding down, unfortunately 😕

Danny 💙: but I want you to come home nowww

Dan could almost see Phil smiling, and he sighed.

Philly ❤️: Baby, I’ll be home before you know it. I promise. And then we can cuddle and watch a movie!

Something popped into Dan’s head, and he bit his lip.

Danny 💙: but daddy, i don’t wanna cuddle

Dan ran his fingers through his hair, and then wrapped his arms around his knees. His heart was beating faster, excitedly.

Philly ❤️: Oh yeah? What would you like to do then?

Dan rolled his head around, stretching his neck and thinking about what he wanted to say. He could feel his jeans tightening already…

Danny 💙: i want you to kiss me

Danny 💙: and touch me

Danny 💙: and make me scream

There was a few moments of no reply, and Dan started to worry. Was Phil mad at him? Had he gone too far? But then his phone buzzed again, sending relief through Dan.

Philly ❤️: I would love that.

Philly ❤️: But you’ll have to wait

Philly ❤️: It won’t be long, I promise

Dan licked his lips, chewing on them. It was a nervous habit, Dan hated it, but Phil said it was cute and a huge turn on.

Danny 💙: but I don’t wanna waittttt

Philly ❤️: Well you’ll have to, kitten.

Dan hesitated for a moment, before typing his response and pressing send before he could think twice.

Danny 💙: i don’t think i can

Dan ran his fingertips along his thighs, brushing over the bulge in his jeans at the zipper, like Phil did when he wanted to tease him, and moaning quietly.

Philly ❤️: What do you mean?

Philly ❤️: Dan.

Philly ❤️: You’re not allowed to touch yourself.

Dan could almost hear Phil’s authoritative tone in his head, which turned him on even more. He groaned, pressing down on his bulge lightly and bucking his hips up into his hand.

Danny 💙: i want you so bad daddy

Philly ❤️: Daniel James Howell. You are not allowed to touch yourself.

Philly ❤️: God, you can’t even wait an hour for me?

Danny 💙: nope

Dan unzipped the jeans, shimmying them off of his hips and began to palm himself through his boxers, soft breathy moans escaping him with every movement of his hand.

He imagined Phil, pinning him to the bed by his wrists, grinding against him…

“Fuck…” Dan muttered, reaching a hand into his boxers and stroking his cock, biting his lip.

It was exhilarating, exciting, defying Phil so directly like this, in a dangerous way. This was the only rule he was actually firm about, and Dan wondered what Phil would do if he could see him right now…

He kind of wanted to find out.

His phone had been buzzing, and Dan picked it up, still stroking his erection with one hand while he read the messages.

Philly ❤️: Don’t touch yourself

Philly ❤️: Dan?

Philly ❤️: I hate to do this but if you break my rule I’ll have to make you pay

Dan groaned at the implication, fisting his cock quicker and bucking his hips at the friction.

Danny 💙: i wish you were here

Danny 💙: wish it was you

Danny 💙: wish you could see me right now, all spread out and begging for your cock

Philly ❤️: Don’t make me leave this party, Dan. It won’t end well for you.

Dan suddenly got an idea, stopping the movement of his hand and hopping up off of the bed. He ran to his room, digging into his bottom drawer and finding what he was looking for.

Dan changed into the white lace panties, the ones he was saving for a special occasion. This seemed special enough.

He ran back to Phil’s room, flopping onto the bed, his dick still throbbing from the lack of attention. He propped up the phone on a pillow, angling himself perfectly on the bed, keeping on Phil’s sweatshirt, and pressed record.

Dan bit his lip, moving his panties to the side for the camera, teasing himself with one finger before pushing in. He gasped, moaning quietly, and entered another finger, pumping them slowly, gradually getting faster. His moans became more loud and desperate, using his other hand to pump his cock in rhythm with the thrusts.

“Fuck…” He groaned, voice breaking. “Daddy… Fuck, daddy, wish it was you…”

He stopped himself before he could come, stopping the recording and going back to his messages with Phil.

Send video?

[yes] [no]


Dan swallowed heavily after confirming. How would Phil react? Would he be mad? Would he punish Dan?

Dan didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

Philly ❤️: I’m coming home right now.

Philly ❤️: Be ready for me.

Dan grinned to himself. It had worked!

But would it be worth it?

After about fifteen minutes of lazily stretching himself, propped up on Phil’s bed, Dan heard the door open and close.

“Dan?” Phil called. He sounded authoritative but not mad, and it turned Dan on even more.

“In here!” Dan called back, noting how husky and lightheaded his voice sounded.

He heard footsteps down the hall, and then Phil was in his doorway, staring at him.

Dan saw Phil’s eyes dilate and darken as he watched Dan with two fingers inside of himself and a hand wrapped around his cock.

“Hey, Phil,” Dan said casually, almost laughing at his face. “I missed you.”

“I can see that,” Phil muttered, as if he was frozen and unable to move.

“You left me all alone here and I- fuck- I missed my daddy.” He let out a loud whorish moan as he hit his prostate, and that snapped Phil out of it.

In a matter of seconds his shirt and jeans were off, leaving him in just his briefs, his hard on very visible against the thin fabric.

He grabbed both of Dan’s wrists, pulling them away from himself, and pinning them above his head. Dan whined, and Phil almost growled at him, straddling him.

“You don’t get to touch yourself,” he hissed, leaning down to attach his lips to Dan’s neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin in a way that was sure to leave a mark. “God, you couldn’t even wait for me to get home. You’re such a little slut, Dan.”

Dan’s eyes widened at the words and he involuntarily bucked his hips up against Phil’s, desperate for friction, but he quickly held him still.

“One rule. One fucking rule,” he growled, running his hands over Dan’s chest and then bending over to kiss Dan deeply, shoving his tongue into his mouth.

“Please,” Dan moaned, squirming under Phil’s touch.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me!”

Phil chuckled, sending shivers through Dan’s whole body. He leaned closer, biting Dan’s ear.

“I don’t know, do you deserve it?” He said huskily. “Beg.”

“Fuck, please Phil, please daddy, please! I need you so bad, fuck, please…”

He bit his lip, as if he was thinking about it.

“Alright,” he said finally, and Dan almost let out a sigh of relief. “I want you on your back. I wanna see your face.”

He pulled dan by the hips so that he was pressed up against him, and he wrapped dans legs around his waist.

He took his time easing off Dan’s lace panties, admiring them.

“These are really pretty,” he said, smiling softly. “I hope I get to see them more often.” He dropped them carefully to the floor.

He took less time taking his boxers off, tossing them aside and leaning forward to connect their lips together, pressing against Dan. Phil rolled his hips, sending pleasure shooting through Dan and he moaned.

“God, I love your sounds baby,” Phil muttered lightly, slowly lining up with Dan. “You sound so beautiful, like an angel.”

“T-thank you,” Dan groaned, his breath catching when he felt Phil’s tip against his entrance.

“You’re so pretty angel,” he whispered soothingly, trying to distract Dan from the pain. “So so pretty like this.”

Phil entered slowly, kissing Dan’s collarbones and all along his jaw as Dan mumbled incoherently. Phil held still, letting Dan get used to the stretch, lightly running his fingers over Dans thighs.

“P-Phil…” Dan groaned when he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, move…”

“Okay baby…” Phil slowly started to thrust in and out of Dan, his noises being plenty of reward.

He kept a slow pace until it was driving Dan insane, and he was letting out small squeaks and moans and begging Phil to go faster.

“What a little slut you are, Daniel,” Phil said calmly, keeping his annoyingly slow pace.

Dan eyes widened at the words, and he whimpered.

“We go at my pace, not yours. You broke my rule, basically my only rule. I bet while you were touching yourself you imagined me fucking you into the mattress, right? Well then that’s not what you’re gonna get.”

“P-please… Fuck, please, Phil…”

Phil watched the boy underneath him go insane, mumbling pleas and trying to fuck himself back on Phil’s cock, but Phil held him steady.

“Do you promise to be a good boy from now on?” He whispered, bending himself over Dan so that he could bite his ear, feeling Dan shiver.

“Y-yes! I promise!”

Phil paused, as if he was thinking about it, just to torture his boyfriend.

“Alright then,” he said finally, and before Dan could say anything, snapped his hips, hard. He heard Dan gasp.

“Ah, fuck!” He cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“You have quite a dirty mouth, don’t you kitten?” Phil asked, somewhat out of breath.

“Only, shit! Only f-for you…”

At that Phil thrust faster, hitting Dan’s prostate dead on.

“P-Phil I’m gonna c-come…”

Phil just made a noise of acknowledgement, sucking and biting at Dan’s neck.

“God baby… You’re so fucking hot, y'know that? So fucking gorgeous… I love having you like this, begging for me…” Phil knew Dan secretly liked it when he cussed, and it payed off based on Dan’s high pitched spew of curses and moans.

Dan came on his chest, moaning Phil’s name and gripping his shoulders. His face sent Phil over the edge, coming inside him and fucking him through the orgasm.

He pulled out, breathing heavily, laying down next to Dan and intertwining their fingers.

“Jesus,” Dan said, breathing heavily. Phil just nodded, rolling over to cuddle Dan into his side.

He kissed his forehead, pushing some curly hair out of his eyes.

“We should probably clean you up,” Phil said, and Dan nodded, but didn’t move.

“Fuck, that was… Amazing.”

Phil smiled, kissing Dan’s neck softly.

“I love you so much, Dan.”

“I love you too.”

Phil kissed Dan on the lips, the kiss lasting a moment before he pulled away.

“No one gets to touch you but me,” Phil muttered. “Got it?”

“Mhm,” Dan nodded.

But he knew if that was the outcome, he would be breaking Phil’s rules a lot more often. 


The lights flicker and then go florescent bright and Bellamy is walking down the hallways of the Ark. It’s the sterile brightness of when the Ark was still in space, but the wreckage is still around him. It’s silent. It’s never been this silent. He needs to find Clarke.

She’s there. Not in the Ark, in the safe bunker where they’ve been planning. Bellamy’s there too, now, an easy step from the Ark’s overly bright hallway to the dimmed lights of the white room and there she is. Her back is to him, and suddenly Bellamy is afraid. When he says her name she doesn’t turn around. He does what he always has, when he needs to comfort her, when he needs to comfort himself, he touches her. She turns.

Radiation bubbles over her face, blinds an eye, leaves her scarred and barely alive but she’s just there, looking at him. Half dead, still standing, something he’s never wanted to see and she takes a step towards him.

Bellamy wakes up in a sweat, the noise he hears is half strangled in his throat and he’s already sitting up, fighting against the restraints of the blankets. It takes a second to orient himself, fight the double image of Clarke, burned and scarred with the soft darkness around him. His heart thuds painfully in his chest, his lungs feel too tight. “Fuck,” he whispers, rubbing a hand across his face. Not yet, he tells himself, it hasn’t happened yet.

Won’t happen, he corrects himself and determined, throws off the blankets. When he’s like this, fresh air is his only cure.

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