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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Mutual Masturbation (2) Masterlist

part one

and you already got the motion (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: It's not like that, Phil swears. They're not like that.

Except.

Except maybe they are.

Breathless (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: This is an alternative, chaptered ending to my fic Powerless

Coming On Skype (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: The title says it all, really

distance makes the heart grow fonder (ao3) - eloquentlyphan

Summary: phil's visiting his parents and dan is sad and alone. and tipsy. and horny. he decides to call phil and tell him exactly what he thinks about at night.

Gemini and Aquarius (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan and Phil are young, in love, and progressively exploring their sexual relationship while dealing with the agony of a long-distance relationship.

Got It (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan surprises his partner with a little stress relief while traveling on tour.

If You're In (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: On Skype in 2009, Dan starts asking Phil questions about what it's like to be with a man.

I'm Distracted Imagining You (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Every time Dan's not fucking Phil, he's thinking about it.

in full bloom (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Where Dan is a lace lily and Phil is seagrass.

it's like 2009 again (ao3) - morelikeexisting

Summary: His laptop's charging. Fully charged now, thank heavens. His fingers drum against the laptop with impatience. He feels like he is 18 again, waiting for AmazingPhil to Skype him again; lips wet, eyes wide, and heart in his throat.

Phil picks up soon, lips parted, hair pushed back and glasses on his nose. He smiles, Dan does the same.

"Hi," Dan whispers, feeling giddiness fall over him.

"Hi," Phil whispers back, and after a long time, Dan feels like he is at home.

( or the one in which its quarantine, except Dan's in Reading and Phil's alone in London )

Let's share (ao3) - blackdoeeyes

Summary: It's 2016 and Dan and Phil have always been just platonic best friends. But everything somehow moves to another level, from dark corridor to dimly lit room.

Like I Need You (ao3) - notreallythatuseful

Summary: “'Phil, please,' Dan whimpers, and the look in Phil’s eyes when he pulls back sends a full-body shiver through Dan. He lets Phil walk him backwards with steady hands against his hipbones, lets him bite hot-mouthed kisses into his neck.

'Please, please,' he repeats mindlessly, his head lolling back and his hands pushing at the hem of Phil’s shirt.

Phil looks up, eyes heavy-lidded. 'Can I touch you?' he whispers, and Dan falls back onto the bed.

'Please.'"

Or, Dan and Phil finally make it to their third date. Smut ensues.

Love me while I love myself (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Tour means they're always together but with no time to be together. Phil has to take matters in to his own hands.

Phoenix Rising (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan challenges Phil to a period of forced abstinence while on tour in America. The game becomes unbearable, and each man has moments of weakness. In the end, it is all about passion and urgency.

Secrets Hotels Will Hold (ao3) - Cadensaurus

Summary: 2016!Dan and Phil sitting in a hotel room, on separate beds watching each other wanking, just friends but both horny and decide 'fuck it'.

Stupid Skype (ao3) - MaeTaurus

Summary: Dan asks Phil about what it’s like to be with a guy but Phil gives him more than just an answer.

The Three A's of College: Alcohol, Assumptions, and Avoidances - jilliancares

Summary: Dan loves a lot of things about college. The only thing he really doesn’t like is his horrible roommate. (And when his best friend accidentally outs him to said horrible roommate, it becomes Dan’s life mission to avoid him).

that one knows me (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: those early Skype sessions between dan and phil before they meet for the first time

Watching You, Watching Me (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan accidentally discovers his best friend and roommate pleasuring himself in the early hours of the morning and can't look away. In fact, he can't keep his hands off of himself. Phil is surprised by Dan's reaction, and two best friends make long-time confessions.

Why Dan left France early. (ao3) - larasunbetadscribbles

Summary: I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone. OR: Awkward phone sex.

Why You Should Wear Your Hearing Aids - jilliancares

Summary: Dan is deaf and doesn’t realize how loud he’s being while he masturbates, which is driving Phil crazy (in a good way).

Wish I Could See Inside Your Head (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: Sometimes Phil moans and whispers and touches himself to fantasies that don’t involve Dan at all. Of course, Dan doesn’t mind. He loves to watch.

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itsthe-grim-reaper · 3 years

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Kurooshima Drabble

Hey! It’s Grim, back again with another one! NSFW

GORE TW

Summary: Tsukishima is a contract sniper. Kuroo has a blood kink and is a mob boss. He likes Tsukishima. A lot. !!!!Warnings!!!!

CanonxCanon (Kuroo Tetsuro x Tsukishima Kei)

Blood Kink

Pain play

Gore

Gunplay

Mutual masturbation

Sadistic/Masochist!Kuroo

Mafia Au

*All characters depicted are time-skip age. This concept is based off a roleplay event, purely a work of fiction.

“I’m your boss.” “So?”

“What do you mean, ‘so’?”

Now Kuroo was just getting irritated. His sniper of a years time was being one hell of a brat. Usually it was: “What’s next boss?” “Where to boss?” “Who am I tracking boss?” Not whatever the hell this was. Not this shit that was spouting out of that fucking skinny blonde’s mouth. “I’m under contract.” Tsukishima replies, a smirk on the edge of his lips that makes the mafia boss grind his teeth together. “I could drop it all right now. I could leave.” Kuroo’s voice comes out a low rumble. “You won’t.” He couldn’t let him leave. A gun is brandished. “Make me stay then.”

In a blink of an eye, it’s a tousling match between the two. An unbalanced fight, because in strength, it’s 10:0. Or, 10:1. Tsukishima was always too busy reading, sleeping, or lazing around the complex to work out. The most strength he had was in his legs because of roof jumping. Hence the 1 point given.

“Ack-” Tsukishima is forced onto his back by the weight of someone more than 50 pounds heavier, Kuroo overpowering him soon enough. His eyes are laced with arsenic and so is his tongue. “You! You bastard! Let me go!” “I don’t think so hun. I like you. No way I’m letting you leave that easy.” One thing about Kuroo Tetsuro that many people that were close to him knew was his taste for blood. Not in a vampiric way, but in the desire to inflict pain and draw crimson to the surface. For him, a set of simple cuts on his back were orgasmic, calming even. It emptied his head of violent thoughts, and it made him feel good. Simple. He didn’t mind doing it to others either. He liked to share, especially something like this. Countless times he recounts using his knife to make ruby slices in Bokuto’s back while they fucked for fun. It wasn’t uncommon for Kuroo to bite, and it wasn’t about to be rare now. He takes his gun from his side holster and points it a little ways away from Tsukishima’s thigh. On the smaller side, his pistol of choice this evening was a 9mm handgun. Fear shines in the man’s eyes from below, and he feels even more urged to pull the trigger. Once at the right angle he deems perfect, he shoots.

BANG!

Tsukishima cries out in pain, a glorious song to Kuroo’s ears. Never heard a crow sing before until now! “Kuroo! Fuck! What the fuck!” He hisses and tries to put a hand on the wound to keep the blood from coming out, but the mafia boss prevents him from doing so with his own hand. The gun is set aside after the safety is on carefully onto the side table as the man under him speaks in a panicked yell. Usually, Kuroo enjoyed more the sensation that he was the one being shot. That he was the one in pain. Right now though, he wanted this. Him and Tsukishima. This was a lesson of gratitude impart with punishment for a brat. And he loved every sound, every squelch, every smell and every movement of their bodies.

Kuroo puts his hand on the meat of Tsukishima’s thigh and leans forward so they’re touching foreheads. The stench of sweet blood hits his nose, and the shallow breaths from the sniper make him press harder on the wound. Kei was starting to sweat, poor thing.

Another pain-filled cry is produced rather quickly, and Tetsuro smiles at the sound. Seeing him so bloody, feeling the pulse of his heart, it made him hard. He starts to slowly slip his belt off, the jingling all to familiar. Usually, Tsukishima would taunt him playfully, but right now, he felt his head spin. Tsukishima heaves breaths as he watches the other man begin to look swallowed in his own thoughts. His vision starts to become blurry as he blinks away tears of pain. It clouded his head, the overwhelming sting in his left thigh as Kuroo presses his thumb on the wound. “You’re doing so good, Tsukki.” The smoothness of his boss’s voice enters his ears in a sickeningly sweet drawl. “So good..” A whimpering moan of pain is coaxed from the other man’s throat when Kuroo lets his grip off of his thigh. His hand is coated in crimson, so much so it looks like paint when is smeared across his cock. “Ah..fuck..Tsukishima..” Hearing his name be moaned makes him look up at the face of his boss. Ecstasy covers his usually lively features, his mouth slightly open. All the blonde could manage was a soft complaint noise, not just of the injury itself and the fact that Kuroo was getting off with his blood acting as lube.

“You..you feel left out, baby?” He answers with a slight nod. He felt dizzy. “Here,” Kuroo sits on his lap, the pressure nearly bruising as he dirties the sniper’s pants in a layer of coagulating blood to pull them down to his knees.

”I’ll help you.” His voice is rather calm as he gently takes Tsukishima’s length in his hand.

The sensation is startlingly good. Distracting. Kuroo’s hand moving up and down, the now far away throbbing in his leg, and the sound of his boss’s groans. His blood. They were using his blood. His own blood. That smell, that overwhelming metallic smell was his. “T-tetsuro..” The first name being used immediately brings the other man’s attention to him as his hand moves slowly across both of their cocks. “I’m..hhh..I’m going..to..” It was something, nothing else he had felt before. He feels it start to knot inside his abdomen, but then he starts to see spots in his vision. He was close in more ways than one.

One, bleeding out. “I..I can’t..”

And two, cumming all over his boss’s hand. “Hold on..gahh..just a little longer, Kei..” The speed of Kuroo’s hand intensifies on both of their sides of the equation. “Just..fuck..come on, Tsuki. Cum.” He hated those stupid orders, but his body didn’t. Tsukishima’s hips jerk into Kuroo’s at the direction, mind clouding. His vision explodes into stars and he gasps aloud as he came across his chest, bucking for a minute before sinking into the sheets. “That’s..that’s it..fuck..Tsuki..Tsukishima-” Kei’s glasses are covered as the other man finishes shortly after. The blonde’s vision begins to go dark, eyes fluttering closed and his eyes rolling back into his head. The blood is wiped up around him, sheets changed, a distant rumbling voice calling, but he can’t move. Gently, he’s cradled by familiar hands, hot breath on his neck and pressure on his thigh. He was alive, he knew it, but passed out. Inky blackness surrounds him.

His last thought putters out, snuffed. A candle on The Big Cat of Tokyo’s, Kuroo Tetsuro’s, his boss’s, work desk. He was pretty sure that thing was stuck there now, the white wax was long burnt down to the mahogany. A danger, most likely. Not unlike Tsukishima Kei. Though he was pretty sure he wasn’t just a sniper anymore, he was his sniper. And as far as he knew, it didn’t seem too bad.

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