#honestly if you just take it as a silly comedy thats being over the top on purpose its fun man

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓁ℯ𝓂𝓂ℯ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔.”

contains:PURE SMUT<3

summary:freshly into a new relationship, me and bill are yet to be intimate with one another. one night bill takes it into his hands to take a leap of faith.

WARNINGS:dom!bill, sub!reader, HEAVY sexual tension, teasing, stripping, pet-names, praising, biting?, first time, pinv (missionary), size kink IF YOU SQUINT :3.

noted:ive had this story sitting in my drafts for like two months, so i figured i should share it and stop gatekeeping.

me and bill have only been dating for about 5 weeks, these past couple weeks have been nothing but amazing, we’re quite literally in our honey moon phase and im genuinely head over heels loving every second of it.

although us being in a committed relationship with each-other we were yet to take the next if you know what i mean.

it wasn’t like i was afraid or nervous to do it we honestly just never came close to it happening.we did the usual things obviously like kissing, making-out, etc but anything further like sex was yet to be unlocked and discovered, but trust my word for it.

the sexual desire was definitely there.

presently we were currently having a sleepover at my place tonight, this had become a common occurrence for us throughout these past weeks, it was a perfect way for us to spend time together and also just really fun!

a couple face masks and a romantic comedy later, me and bill then decided to play an innocent little game of “truth or dare.”

“alrightt, truth or dare?”he questioned with a devilish smirk, his eyes dilated and eager.

“hmm..how about dare.”i replied anticipating whatever silly thing he was about to oblige me to do.

bills eyes immediately lit up as he heard my answer, scooting closer his palm now resting on my thigh as he leaned forward then proceeded to whisper gently, his breath fanning over my skin-

“i dare you to strip for me.”

i scoffed at his demand, taken back by his boldness and shamelessness.i mean, he was the shy one out the two of us so hearing him speak so profoundly not only surprised me but ignited my interest.

i then smugly nodded before getting up from the bed now standing infront of him as he watched my every move, a hungry look id never seen before now twinkling in his mesmerizing eyes.

“yeahh go on baby, lemme see whats under there..”he says softly.

i smile nervously at his encouragement as i now begin to slowly pull down my pajama pants and tug my tank top over my head, now just in my sports bra and my pink lacy panties, my exposed skin feeling the breeze of the air conditioning.

“t-thats it, keep going lov-”

“nuh-uh its your turn now bill, truth or dare?”i say stopping him dead in his tracks, i figured if he wants to play this game so can i right?

he chuckled, cocking his head to the side looking me up and down, then shifting his position to move to the foot of the bed, slowly man-spreading his legs, bucking his hips up lightly before meeting my eyes again.

“truth.”

“how badlyyy do you want it huh?”i reply seductively pointing down at my cunt, not for a single second breaking the intense eye-contact we’re having.

“just as bad as i know you wanna feel this cock, cmon schatzi(sweetheart) your smarter then that.”

“you dont even know how bad i wanna feel you baby..”he further explains, standing up slowly from the edge, now towering above looking down below at me.

he delicately grabs me by my chin with his left hand, his right snaking its way into my hair, his eyes still not leaving mine-

“truth or dare?”

“dare.”

“geh aufs bett und lass mich dich spüren, liebling (get on the bed and let me feel you darling).”he commanded, his sultry tone sending sparks straight to my core, the way his words fell from his lips were so captivating and lustrous.

i bit my lip at him before sitting back down on the bed, him following right behind me, immediately catching my lips into a deep passionate kiss.

this kiss was aggressive and needy, his tongue exploring every inch of the inside of my mouth, his hands pulling me into his lap, my legs now resting on his sides.

he then placed his hands at the sides of my hips, beginning to guide my pussy against his clothed cock.

“ughh-quit the games.”i groan in between hungry kisses.

he suddenly pulls away, his wet lips still gently parted as he slightly lifted me up, swiftly tugging his boxers and checkered pajama pants down, his leaky cock springing out.i take the chance to take my bra and panties off before helping him take his shirt off.

our eyes meet again momentarily but his eyes leave mine as he takes in my body, his eyes looking at everything and anything, that guy was hypnotized and so was i.

“youve been hiding allat’ from me..”i softly teased, a cheeky smile arising from the corners of my lips, his lips also curving into a soft smile at my teasing.

“not anymore, lemme show you what youve been missing.”he cooed back, raising a hand up to place a piece of my loose hair behind my ear.

bill then signaled me to come closer, spitting on his hand before giving his length a few pumps as he awaited for me to align my entrance near, he then gave me a quick peck before starting to slide his cock into my walls.

we both squirmed at the sensation, my walls immediately tightly clenching around his thick girth it felt like he had already put it all in but, he was barely half-way, im sure as fuck gonna be sore tomorrow.

“feel like im gonna break you hun..”

“that feel okay babe?”he whispered lowly as he pushed me further down on his member, fully bottomed out now.

“y-yeah im okay, keep going.”i mumbled, i could practically feel his tip hitting my brain but this was just the beginning, and god was i ready to get my shit rocked.

he hummed in response, now beginning to thrust his hips up creating a slow steady rhythm, my hands wrapping and gripping around his shoulders, his strong hands holding me in place.

“du bist so mmh-verdammt eng!(your so fucking tight)”he quietly whined, resting his head on my shoulder as he continued fucking his cock deliciously inside my cunt.

“go ughh-faster baby, i can take it!”i pleaded, i wanna feel him in my stomach, i wanna loose my goddamn mind.

“gonna take like a good girl?

“fuckkk!”

the bed creaked loudly beneath us, the once cold air now humid and musky, our skin tingling and sweaty, our combined pleasure rushing towards the finish line.

my tight insides continue sucking in every single inch of his length, his pace now forceful and firm, his teeth biting down and marking the soft skin of my shoulder.

the amount of absolutely pathetic nosies that were spilling from my lips was astounding, his loud groans and sweet praises just the cherry on top of this yummy sundae.

“im g-gonna cum im gonna cummh!”i cried out repeatedly, tears fogging up my vision.

“hold it, hold it just a f-few moreee!”

i was a trembling, crying, slobbering, shaking mess, it hasnt even been 10 minutes and my pussy is already giving out, my core screaming for release.

but could you blame me, this man was turning my world straight upside down and turning it inside out 1000x!

“uhhh-cmon baby cum with me, cum all over this mmhfucking c-cock!”he urged his tip repeatedly banging against the top of my skull, his member throbbing inside my icky cunt.

the knot finally unraveled, i instantly start orgasming my essence spraying on his lower half, my legs shaking from the harsh impact.

“thats it baby, ughh-gonna fill that little pussy uppp!”he yells, moving his head quickly off my shoulder now looking into my teary eyes, his sticky white cum oozing out and coating my walls white.

he pounds himself inside me a last time before stopping and placing his sweaty forehead on mine, his heavy breathing ringing in my ears like a bell, im quite literally seeing stars as i come back to reality.

yeah i need round two immediately.

THE END.

[thelaughingmerman]

I was already in teen titans go to the movies corner but like I'm kind of obsessed with it now

[sunbaethehuman-blog]

Indecisive - ( Pt. 1)

Yoongi Angst | Taehyung x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (coming soon)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, BTS x Reader, series

Author’s note: SECOND FANFIC AYYYYY. I’ve been writing this one since….. this summer maybe?? lol idk im lazy af and i still have other stuff to write. RLLY GOOD STUFF TOO. ive been into angst stuff lately bc i love to break my heart over n over again :’))) thats my kink guys!!! getting my heart broken!! haha jk im srry i will sto p anyways. I love yoongi with all my heart,,,, but i also love taehyung with all my heart so i was like WHY NOT AHAHAHA bias vs bias wrecker ok now i’m overdoing this author’s note thing im srry pls enjoy btws i posted this without rlly reviewing it so YEAH LETS GET IIIIIIT

“Ew, what kind of face is that?” a low voice asked, looking at the screen on the phone you were holding up, the front camera facing you and raven haired male that sat next to you as you took a selfie. You had your face scrunched up, eyes rolled up to the point where the only the whites of your eyes were shown, you clicked the camera shutter.

“What’s wrong with silly pictures?” You pouted and turned to your date. As he looked back at you, he scoffed, “you call that silly? That’s more ugly than it is silly.” His tone was serious but you knew his humor consisted of roasts.

You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, “Okay, okay. We’ll take a good one.” Your hand still in position, you smiled at the camera showing teeth, while the young man smirked. Click. “There we go.” You cooed. The lights began dimming, indicating the movie was about to begin so you put your phone away.

You were amazed by the fact you were able to ask Yoongi out on a date to the cinema. You weren’t sure how to go about it but you asked your best friend, Taehyung for advice, he seemed weird about it but eventually he said to just go for it. You and Yoongi were good friends to begin with but you felt something else go on between you two (a lot of sexual awkward tension to be exact). For a while, neither of you acknowledged it, knowing it could possibly ruin your friendship, and that’s something the neither of you wanted.

Deciding to see a romantic comedy, Yoongi was first against it, but it was the only thing you could stand watching. Horror wasn’t your cup of tea, so Yoongi let it slide. To your surprise, you heard Yoongi laughing along beside you. Looking at him laughing, you couldn’t help but smile too.

Then, a sudden burst of happiness hit you. It was weird–it would happen from time to time and it’d come at the most random times. The feeling was strong and passionate that just couldn’t be ignored.

“Hey, Yoongi…” you began, but you stopped. Yoongi’s phone was vibrating in his pocket. As the screen lit up, his eyebrows knitted together, “ahh, what can I do..” he flashed his phone at you, “it’s Suran. I’ll be back.” Answering his call in a low whisper, he got up from his seat and walked while crouching, trying not to block people from veiwing the movie and walked outside of the movie theater.

All of your firey passion was gone in an instant. Your heart’s content was quickly replaced with sadness. ‘Why am I being like this..? It’s not like he’s leaving.. Ohmygod. Am I jealous?’ You felt frustrated about your own feelings. ‘No! I can’t be. They’re both my friends.’

Holding a burdensome conversation with yourself, a voice whispered into your ear, “I’m so sorry,” it was Yoongi. Making you snap out of the lonesome quarrel, you turned your head towards him, “Suran is… in need of my help. I have to go. I’ll see you later.”

To your understanding, you nodded, “alright. No worries, I hope everything’s fine..!” and with that, he rushed back out.

Trying to keep your cool, you sunk into your seat, ‘they’re both my friends… then why am I feeling like this?’ you could only ask yourself that same question over and over.

‘Next time, maybe?’ you asked yourself. The autumn night breeze blew your hair, chilling your cheeks and runny nose. The hoodie you wore under your jean jacket kept you warm. After Yoongi left, you had been in a sour mood and decided to leave without finishing the movie. You felt like you needed to take a walk, and that’s what you did. It felt nice to have some time to yourself and sort out these senses.

Getting home, you plopped down onto your bed, spreading your limbs out. Staring at the ceiling, you contiplated whether or not to text Yoongi. And after many debates, you finally decided yes. Pulling out your phone from your purse and clicking the message app, you picked Yoongi’s contact.

YOU: Hey, how is Suran doing? Is everything okay?

After a few minutes, you recieved a reply.

Yoongi-nie: Hey, everything’s fine, I guess. her boyfriend broke up with her so she needed my moral support… how was the movie? sorry i didn’t stick around long enough to see the ending. did they end up together?

YOU: oh no that’s terrible. HE DIDN’T DESERVE HER. HE’S AN ASS. I got her back, tell her that. and the movie was good. :) you lied guess we gotta redo this lil date so you can find out for yourself! haha

The reply from Yoongi took a little longer than you had hoped.

Yoongi-nie: Date? i didn’t know this was a date… i thought we were only hanging out….

What–. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Your heart was pounding hard against your chest.

YOU: Oh, hanging out? lol then do u want to go on a date sometime with me…?

At that point, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Turning your screen off, you screamed while throwing your phone to the other side of your bed. The anticipation and anxiety began to build. “WHY DID I DO THAT? JEEZ, FUCK. OHMYGOD. NOOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK–” Ding! You received a message.

Quickly crawling to the other side of your bed, you flipped over your phone and rushed to unlock it.

Yoongi-nie: No. Sorry. I don’t like you like that. I always thought I treated you like my annoying little sister, but I don’t want to keep leading you on. I’m sorry but I don’t feel that way.

Your heart sunk. It was the end. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting. Your life isn’t like the romantic comedies. You weren’t going to get the boy. It happens.

YOU: Ahhh. Okay. Sorry, I misunderstood. I probably made you feel uncomfortable. Thanks for telling me the truth, though. I really appreciate it.

Yoongi-nie: Are you okay? I don’t want you to be depressed or anything.

At this point, your heart felt destroyed.

YOU: OMG. Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. I just need some time if that’s okay.

Yoongi-nie: Take all the time you need. Again, I’m sorry.

YOU: Don’t apologize. It’s okay, seriously. Goodnight.

Yoongi-nie: Goodnight.

Recieving that last text, you set your phone on silent and played music. You didn’t think playing your favorite songs could make you feel so sad.

———————————————————————————————————–

The next day felt draining. Although you didn’t have work, your morning wasn’t as enjoyable as it could’ve been. Doing what you usually do on your day off, you jumped into the shower. Since you had no plans of going out, you only changed into comfy sweats and a t-shirt, and tied your hair up into a pony-tail. Next, you cleaned your apartment while listening to music that blasted through your speakers. It was a good distraction until you heard a knock at the door.

Turning down the music, you took a look at yourself in the mirror that hanged in the hallway before the front door and moved away misplaced strands of hair out of your face then opened the door.

It was Taehyung wearing his baggy tan hoodie and ripped blue jeans. He had what seemed like bags filled with food in his hands. “Good morning!” He smiled. You were able to keep it together since the night before and all morning but for some reason, seeing your best friend’s face made you break into tears. “Taaaaaehyuuuuung..!” you sobbed.

The brunette’s smile was wiped off with concern and confusion, “woah, woah what happen?” He closed the door behind him and placed the bags onto the table before wrapping his lengthy arms around you.

His warm embrace made you cry into his chest even harder and hug back. All that was heard were muffled sobs. “There, there.” he said softly, stroking the top of your head. He was patient with you, he always was. And it was rare to see you cry, Taehyung knew you were a strong when it came to your feelings. Stress, frustration or even just sad movies never made you cry.

After a few minutes of ugly sobbing, you stepped back, letting go and looking up at him through your blurry vision. Taehyung looked back into your eyes and only chucked, “well that’s a sight for sore eyes.” cupping your cheeks, he wiped away your tears as you sniffed. “Are you ready to tell me what happen?”

The only response you gave him was a slow nod. Tired of standing at the door, the both of you moved the conversation to your living room, where you told him about your heartbreak.

You sat at one end of the couch in a little ball while Taehyung sat at the other end. “Ahhh… this is so embarrassing…” you sighed, rubbing your eyes and sniffed.

“Why are you embarrassed? These are your feelings. There’s nothing you should be embarrassed about.” Taehyung comforted.

You sighed once again, “ah… why did I have to fall for Yoongi? I should’ve just fallen for you instead. We’re practically married,” leaning your head against the leather cusion of the couch and giggled.

Only a corner of Taehyungs lips lifted, “that’s food for thought.” He leaned over and patted the closest limb he was able to reach, which was your foot, weird but it still felt comforting, “I don’t know what else to say but to move on–things like this happen. I don’t want to sound like a jerk and tell you this but it’s the truth,” he sighed, “and I don’t want you to keep bringing your hopes up for them to be suddenly broken down again.”

Taking a deep breath and rubbing your eyes before combing through your hair with your fingers, you looked at him, “aghhh, you’re right. I have to get over him…. and I’ll start by eating that food you brought–where it at?” you got off the couch and quickly walked to the table in the hallway where Taehyung left the bags.

Opening the bags, it felt as if the food itself was glowing and shinning on your face. Was there a choir of angels singing? Who knows but you could hear them loud and clear. All you could do was mischievously laugh to yourself, “oh, Taehyungie. You know me so well.” The bags were filled with all of your favorite snacks and drinks.

“I thought we could watch some movies and chill all day while eating junk food,” the owner of the low and husky voice popped in, watching you drool from the hallway.

You looked up at the direction it come from and smiled, “Taehyung, you have perfect timing.”

[ministryofgamers]

The FIX - Bren

I’ve been doing YouTube for a LONG time now, well 8 years certainly sounds like a long time to me.. but eerily doesn’t feel like a long time. We’ve been through so many changes and trails, trying different things, making movies, TV shows, Interviews, Press events... you name it, as a content creator for the video game community I’ve made it. I’ve always wanted to be a successful youtuber when it came to video-games, these days that usually means you have to figure out a silly name and play lots of games and make a fool of yourself (and yeah i’ve done that too). A youtube star is someone that has millions of followers, uploads daily, sometimes twice daily, but I have none of those things... does that mean i’m not successful? I dont’ think so. I’ve conducted interviews with lead game designers, been to top tier invite only press functions, had 2 shows on UK TV for video games, a movie, and run an active community driven youtube channel that has a great gathering of awesome people. So why is it that I feel like I’ve failed somehow? is it because I didn’t find the right audience? is it because I didn’t get launched to super stardom for my time as a games journalist... would I even want that if it came knocking... i’m not even sure I would like it to be honest. It's strange, I've always felt like I’ve wanted to be successful in making video content, films, art, always wanted to entertain and make something that would make someone say “wow” and I have done that, but on a small scale.

Now on Youtube I see things are very different, attention spans are miniscule, kids are starting channels left right and centre, no knowledge of how to frame a good shot, how to use a decent microphone, no knowledge on how to make a proper video... vertical videos of cats being dicks, fail videos, pranks, challenges, all of that stuff to me is benine crap,  redundant. I feel the same about reality TV and how most formats prey on schadenfreude( german phrase meaning "to take pleasure in anothers missfortune") I find it nausiating that television, for the most part, has become so mundane, fuelled by adverts and les than average production values. I recently watched a shocking piece of output form the BBC where they seem to have forgotten that sound levels are important... as well as whitebalance and did the OP forget his tripod? Hand held is ok, but this chap looked like he'd had a bit too much rum in his coffee that morning.  

Anyway, back to Youtube. I'm a part of a few "small youtuber" groups on facebook, basically if you don't have 500,000 subs these days you are considered to be pretty small time. And in these groups I see thousands of the same posts everyday "yay i got 20 subs" or "how many views do i need before i can monetize." and the best one "sub for sub anyone?" honestly pretty much everyone on those groups that i've looked at (except one or two) literally have no fucking idea what they are doing and couldn't make a video if it meant saving their own life. Time and time again I see the same shit, constantly. It honestly makes me Wince at the thought that these kids are about to embark on the most dissapointing crusade of thier lives.  I started youtube in 2009 and it was a bloody good time to do so as there were pretty much no such thing as lets plays or video game shows etc... we had an amazing show, 4 presenters, heavily edited reviews, sketches, comedy! And best of all we were in with the big boys, interviewing people I never thought i'd ever get to meet!  "But Bren, why didn't you just keep going with that?" Well, thats a whole different story and i'll just sum it up by saying there were differences of opinion and it fell apart.

Starting GameGazmTV was very freeing... I had decided that I needed a platform where I didn't care too much about what content I put on it... I had boxed up my camera equipment and used a phone to film most of the stuff for it... we slapped half naked manga girls all over it with flames and rock music in the hope that we would offend someone enough to just come and look at the channel... even the name "GameGazm" was fucking ridiculous. It wasn't long before we started to slowly change everything. Removing the semi naked girls, and some "dead weight" and started to clean up the brand... but it didn't do anything really.. I started to slip back into the "everything must be good" routine, so started heavily editing videos again, making bigger productions, adding more visual effects to everything... graphical updates, weekly updates, started doing let's plays for more content, live streams... then by year 4 we changed the name fully to Ministry of Gamers in the hope of finally shedding the GameGazm crappy beginnings. And now I've suddenly realised... that I hate most of it... I look back at a lot of our content and pretty much 90% of it I could throw in the bin and no one would bat an eyelid. The content I love the most on our channel is 2 videos... Solstice and Top Gun. 2 videos that I think are actually really worth watching... the rest of them i'm not that bothered about... but solstice and top gun both took 6 weeks each to make... thats a lot of time... and then the most successful video on our channel is a video about a fucking controller that we shot in an hour because we thought "why not" I couldn't give a crap about that controller... but its the only video that i've spent the least amount of time on and its the most successfull thing ive ever made.... talk about a kick in the teeth... thats some way to really get yourself down.

Up until this point if you asked me is YouTube worth doing, should I start a channel? I would have said " yeah its really fun to do, and totally worth it." but ask me right now? i'd say "no... don't do it.. its really not worth the stress you'll put yourself through, its not worth seeing comments like "shut up and stop reviewing games you fat cunt." on a video that you spent DAYS writing, recording, editing.  Its not worth making any video that takes you longer than an hour to do, because honestly... your effort is the last thing youtube gives a crap about." Youtube does not care if you stayed up for a week straight slaving over an edit, making sure your colours are good, sound is balanced, Youtube doesn't care if you spent days crafting a CGI intro for your channel, making custom graphics, building a brand! It DOESN'T CARE... but make a controller video, slap it up, and youtube will give you £300 and a pat on the head..... great... just film your cat doing something retarded and you'll be a millionaire in no time. don't worry about talent... its not required here.

Basically youtube isn't the kind of platform I would like to be on. But not being on Youtube is like saying "I don't want to be on the biggest viewing platform available." throughout my video carrer I've only ever really been interested in making content about videogames. It's my passion so what else would I do? I have a couple of thoughts about other avenues I could explore. But if I really cared about them then I would have been doing it already. No I still care about making content for videogames but now its time to change the focus... change the direction because something has to change... i'm no longer going to use youtube as a platform to give content thats about something else.. i'm going to make it about ME and my team as people, its not a show anymore. I want it to document OUR struggle, OUR journey through a project, how we as people are focused on making entertainment. Youtube doesn't need another gaming channel, it needs to hear about how crushingly difficult it is to get anywhere with content creation, and thats where I want to be now. I'll be working on something I really care about, and i'll provide updates to that on youtube.

I can't keep going the way I have been, a constant viscious circle of dissapointment and failiure, over and over. I'm done trying to fill a gap that just doesn't need to be filled. There are other ways I can use my time and thats the most precious thing to all of us.. becasue there really isnt' that much of it.

Why have I written this? I guess to just put it all down somehwere other than my head.. the more I write at the moment the more I feel it leaving me.. literally like ive turned a tap on and the water was filthy and its slowly starting to clear up. My main point to all of this though was to fully understand why i'm so successful at failing, I make incredible work that never gets anywhere and no one really cares that much about, but its still MY work, and even if only one person sees it and is entertained by it, then to me, i've won. So in closing, I am a youtuber, and a fucking successful one.  And no one really knows it...... yet, and of course i'll never give up, I firmly believe I have something to offer a wide audience, i'm not quite sure what that is yet, but I feel like its my mission to figure it out, I owe it to myself to keep trying! and always give my best. Take pride in what you do, and if you believe in something enough, you will get it... after a long bitter road of absolute mental turmoil.... you'll get it.

Bren.