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Cool Down
Never thought I’d be writing a prompt from the man himself in the year he’s barely around. Also anon’s idea is A+ thank you for that, I hope you enjoy!
The (**) leads to a nsfw link so be careful if you wanna click it!
3013 words of ice play, Top!Phil, bottom!dan, ice play, blowjob, smut
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idk if anyone will see this lol
so I just graduated college and with miss rona around I can’t get a job and I have too much free time. I haven’t genuinely written anything on here in years but I’m bored out fo my mind. if I did start writing again would anyone be interested?? I would probably start with editing the stuff that’s here first and then taking requests. I’ll have to redesign his page bc it’s a mess too.
yeah idk like this if you’re down for that?? hope anyone that’s left is safe and healthy <3
the inevitable ending
this has been coming for a while. dan and phil have been part of my life for a few years and for a long time that was fine. I would watch every video the day it came out and the super amazing project was the thing I watched when I was in a bad mood. My first tumblr blog (inactive for years now) was a blog shipping them as friends (primarily bc my life was so sheltered that I didn’t know that being gay was a thing). I made this blog around a year and a half ago to reblog fics to read later and I started writing about them (bc let’s be honest, I’m a whore for attention and phan is popular and smut is easy to write for me). I wrote and I bought the book and I went to the tour with my best friend and suddenly after that I was tired of them. I had made everything about them so hyped up and they just couldn’t do it. They essentially ruined themselves for me. I still sometimes watch their videos but they don’t make me happy or anything like they did before. essentially I don’t care and I feel awful for not having any sort of explanation for it but that’s just how it is. So I’m not going to use this blog anymore. I’m leaving everything up as it is so you can read and have a good time. It’s been nice having this blog and hopefully one day I’ll come back to it.
Goodbye.
i want everyone to see this and know that it’s my favorite thing to ever exist
THIS IS MY FAVORITE HING IM SO GLAD THIS CAME BACK ON MY DASH
“have the courage to exist”
do you ever think about how unique and creative phil lester’s brain is and start crying
no because how can you start crying about it if you’ve been doing so for the last 127 years
Do u think Dan still runs?
his mouth, yeah
Oh what do we have here?
Let’s have a closer look!
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Part 3 Jock!Dan and Punk!Phil PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
friend, those 2 hcs of straight!jock!dan and punk!phil were absoLUTELY LIT (wouldnt mind a third part thats a continuation of cleaning dan and dans asshole gets fucking wrecked by phil)
can y'all do a shower sex hc with like degradation and all that good shit
Praise degration is my shit just wanted to say that like good little slut and pretty cockwhore this wasn’t a prompt tho youre welcome to write
do you know what ‘intercrural’ is? can you write a hc about it, pretty please? thank youuu
bk threatened to delete if i didn’t have this out today which is why im hiding out in my bathroom and typing like a madman the things i do smh
pt one, pt two
- dan really doesn’t know what he is getting himself into, but that twinge of nervousness really only fuels the fire in his gut as he watches with bated breath as phil strips shamelessly, leaning his shoulder against the wall and cocking an eyebrow as he motions for dan to do the same. his cock is half hard against his thigh, and dan swallows against the feeling of sudden, immense desire to have it down his throat. “come on,” phil says impatiently, and dan moves to take off his shirt but stops with it halfway over his head in order to stare when phil bends over, fiddling with the settings of the shower.
- but dan eventually does manage to remove all his clothes, and the tiled floor is cold against the soles of his feet as he bows his head and shifts his weight, suddenly intensely self-conscious. he knows he has a good body, and besides, phil’s hands were literally just up his ass, but dan still withers under phil’s impassive look. dan really doesn’t know how phil manages to have this effect on him, but he supposes phil does have years of experience. the thought leaves an uncomfortably metallic taste in dan’s mouth, and he shifts his wight again. it settles in just how out of his depth he really is.
- the collar is a reassuring weight around dan’s neck and he toys with the tag. phil nods and dan slowly unclasps it, laying it carefully on a towel on the counter.
- “come on.” phil’s voice, low and soft and authoritative, snaps dan out of his thoughts. he stumbles forward, ducking under the hot spray. phil’s hair is already soaking wet and plastered to his forehead, and dan misses when phil had removed his eyeliner because it’s not running down his face in dark, uneven streaks. dan has a brief flash of his own lined eyes dripping as his face is smeared with tears and spit and cum. the thought makes his thigh twitch against his thigh, and phil’s smile is dark as he flicks his hair out of his eyes.
- “penny for your thoughts?” he murmurs, and dan shakes his head with a shiver. phil’s hand flashes up to grip dan’s jaw, crushing his cheeks and forcing him to hold phil’s eye. dan doesn’t want to look away.
- “i don’t think you realize,” phil starts, and the raw, unfettered authority in his voice makes dan’s knees weak, “that nothing i ask of you is a question, daniel. you have a safeword, of course, and you will never be punished for using it, but until then you will obey my instructions to the letter, is that clear?” dan tries to nod, but phil’s holding his head still. dan licks his lips, the skin there somehow dry despite the fact he’s in the shower. “y-yes sir,” he stammers, and phil releases his hold on dan’s chin.
- “good boy,” phil hums, and dan fucking whines at the words. phil cocks an eyebrow, filing that information away for later exploitation.
- “i’m gonna kiss you now,” he says quietly, slowly starting to lean in. somewhere, in the back of dan’s mind, he knows he won’t be punished if he turns his head or presses a hand against phil’s chest, keeping him at bay. so dan does both; he turns his head to the side so their noses won’t collide, pressing his hand to phil’s chest and smoothing across the expanse of skin there. his fingers hit phil’s nipple and phil hums appreciatively, sinking one hand into dan’s hair and claiming his lips in a rough, hungry kiss.
- dan gasps through his nose, coughing when he inhales mostly water. phil’s laugh is light as he strokes dan’s shoulder, letting him get his breath back before kissing him again, this time with dan’s head angled out of the spray. dan works his lips back against phil’s, stepping impossibly closer and pressing their bodies flush against each other. phil smirks against his lips, sliding his other hand down around dan’s waist to hold him in place.
- the kiss doesn’t stop and soon the hand around dan’s waist starts exploring, stroking lightly and dipping lower, smoothing over the curve of dan’s ass and making dan gasp and buck his hips into phil’s. the hand disappears and dan frowns, but then it returns, slick with soap and pressing between dan’s ass cheeks. dan presses back into the hand and phil pulls his lips back, watching as dan’s eyes widen then unfocus, his red-bitten lips dropping open on a gasp.
- phil maneuvers dan so his back is to phil, his ass out and his arms pressed into the wall of the shower for support. phil hooks a forearm around dan’s neck, not pressing, just holding. it’s even more comforting than the collar, dan thinks.
- “spread yourself for me,” phil murmurs into the wet skin of dan’s shoulder, and dan shudders and worms one hand back, flushing red as he pulls himself taut, everything on display for phil’s hungry eyes.
- phil’s middle finger slides into dan’s quivering hole with practiced precision, and dan’s eyes roll back in his head as they slide shut. he lets out a garbled, strangled noise, pressing his hips back onto phil’s hand and silently begging him to just get on with it.
- “god, dan,” phil breathes out, pushing his finger in and out of dan’s pliant body. he adds another and dan shouts, his hand tightening on his own ass as phil’s skilled fingers rip sob after sob from his throat, “you’re kind of a slut.” dan shudders so hard phil’s fingers almost slip out of him, and phil sinks his teeth into dan’s shoulder. “fuck, yeah baby. you look so good like this, spreading your desperate little hole for me. bet you want my cock, huh? you’d bend over, like a good boy, and take it all like the pretty little whore you are, isn’t that right?”
- “fuck,” dan gasps, his voice rough and ragged. “yes, sir, please. need you to – fuck, need you to fuck me, sir, want to feel your cock inside– oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck–” phil slides a third finger in, silently marveling at dan’s ability to take him this easily and enjoy it, despite being a virgin.
- “i bet you’d sound real pretty while you take my cock, baby,” phil murmurs, and dan’s back arches even further. phil is half-worried dan’s spine is gonna snap with how hard he’s arcing it. “bet you’d moan so pretty while you take whatever i give you, hmm? i could add so many bruises to your body, baby, no one would even be the wiser. but i would know, and you would too, that you’re mine all mine–” phil crooks his fingers and dan’s pretty sure his brain is melting and trickling out of every hole in his head, by this point. he doesn’t know what spot phil’s rubbing mercilessly, but he can’t stop shouting, wants phil to never stop–
- phil stops, pulling his fingers out, and dan sobs. “n-no,” he pleads, scrabbling at the wall and his own skin. his own hand on his ass skirts down, pressing against his hole. it’s not as good as phil’s hands, nowhere near as good as phil’s hands, but he just needs the touch, needs phil to touch him, needs–
- phil yanks dan’s hands away from himself, and dan’s pretty sure he’s actually crying by this point. the steam clogs his throat and his vision as he begs, begs for phil’s hands, for his mouth, for his cock, anything. phil chuckles.
- “while your desperation is adorable,” he says, “you touched yourself. and i don’t like it when people touch my things, daniel.” “yours,” dan says, with his mouth and his lips and the curve of his spine. “all yours.”
- “that’s my good little pet,” phil mutters, and he guides dan’s legs together. “but you’ve been very naughty, daniel, and i simply cannot have that. if i don’t teach you your lesson, how will you ever learn?” he lets go of dan’s hands, and dan slumps onto his forearms against the shower wall. dan can feel the blunt press of phil’s cock against his hole, and blind, overwhelming panic cuts through the haze of lust surrounding his mind. what if phil has an sti? what if dan gets one? fuck, fuck, no, phil can’t be, he has to know better-
- “don’t worry, dan.” phil’s voice is low and reassuring in dan’s ear. “not yet, you’re okay. shh, you’re okay dan, i would never, yeah? it’s okay, you’re okay. i’m not gonna fuck you yet, not without a condom, i promise.”
- dan eventually calms down, and phil presses a chaste kiss to the side of his neck. he pushes his hips forward, but dan trusts him enough to know he won’t penetrate him, instead reveling in the pressure against his over-sensitive skin. phil kneads dan’s bum in his hands, groaning as he thrusts lazily against dan’s overheated skin. eventually he moves lower, slotting his cock between dan’s upper thighs, just under his ass, and telling him to squeeze his legs together.
- dan does and it must be good, if the rough, wrecked sound it draws from phil’s throat is anything to go by. phil thrusts harder, and it doesn’t feel good for dan, persay, but every few thrusts phil’s cock hit dan’s balls in the way that sends a full-body shiver through dan. dan just relishes in the sounds phil makes, in phil’s hands on his hips and his chest against his back.
- “fuck,” phil gasps when dan squeezes his thighs particularly hard. fuck, dan’s really going to need to start logging his time with the squat bar if he can make phil make sounds like that. “so good, dan, being so good for me, fuck. not even touching yourself, such a good little slut-” phil’s thrusts start to get erratic and he groans, eventually pushed over the edge by the slick squeeze of dan’s thighs against his cock. he pumps his hips as he comes down, the white he paints on dan’s ass and thighs quickly washed away by the cooling water pounding at their backs.
- dan’s still hard, but he doesn’t say anything, turning when phil tells him to and gasping into phil’s bruising kiss.
- “good boy,” phil rumbles, and dan has to funnel every remaining ounce of his brain power into staying upright and not rutting mindlessly against phil’s hip. phil notices. stepping back and giving dan an appreciative once-over.
- “come on,” he says, flicking the shower off with a turn of his hand. dan obliges, stepping out of the shower and onto the bathmat. he stands patiently while phil dries himself off, the heat of the room comfortable enough so that he doesn’t shiver. phil towels off dan’s hair, sliding the rough fabric over dan’s entire body before loosely grabbing dan’s cock through it, watching his hips kick uncontrollably. dan looks the slightest bit confused when phil pulls his own boxers back on, ushering dan out of the bathroom.
- “the night is still young,” phil says by way of explanation, pressing the beginnings of another erection into dan’s bare hip and nibbling hsi earlobe, sending unfettered heat coursing through dan’s blood, “and so are we.”
~griffin
just some au’s
~ phil asking dan to go to the beach with him, and they end up dancing and wrestling on the sand, the sun shining on their skin and lighting up their eyes and one of them realizing “this is it. this is who i’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” and they confess their love while the sun sets, all cheesy like.
~ married!phan where dan’s super nervous to ask if phil wants kids and he tries to work up the courage for like a week until he just blurts it out, and phil just stares at him and dan thinks he fucked it up until phil just says really quietly, “jesus, i’m so glad you asked first.”
~ phil getting super pissed and jealous when dan will not shut the fuck up about the new kanye album and ranting about how great he is until dan slips and calls him daddy, phil pinning him the nearest object and fucking him until he loses his voice from screaming, muttering “kanye can’t fuck you like i can.” (this one makes me laugh so hard ffs)
~ dan and phil watching each other from afar, falling too deeply in love with each other to ever escape, without hardly even talking to each other. phil tutoring him in french, bc the teacher ships it, and a week in dan passing him a note that read “je t'aime beaucoup” in messy nervous handwriting.
~ phil noticing that dan seems really uncomfortable in the clothes he wears, always tugging at the fabric and messing with it, and he seems to gravitate towards feminine things, so like the good boyfriend he is, he buys dan a skirt and a pastel sweater to see how he likes it, leaving it on his bed. the next day dan comes to school in the outfit just beaming, kissing phil on the cheeks and hugging him every four minutes. phil buys him more things, showering him with makeup and bows and complements.
~ dan wearing black thigh highs and garters that he knows phil loves and laying on his bed, calling to phil and asking for a back massage with some bullshit excuse like “its more comfortable,”, moaning and saying really sexual things like “oh fuck yes, right there,” until phil snaps and fucks him into the mattress.
i had so many more but i couldnt write forever , i had to let some escape or id blow up okay
also id be happy to write any of these if you wanted
whats the show
liv and maddie I think
So I'm watching a Disney show and one of the actors looks a lot like a porn star I know of and that's all I can think of rn help me
best thing i’ve seen all day
Could we get Dan's (very nsfw) reaction to Phil's ladybug jumper selfie? Bless
not quite nsfw necessarily, but this is all i could think of and i just h a d t o
those eyes. those are dan’s eyes, the ones reserved just for him when he has phil on his knees, all for dan.
“what the fuck,” dan texts him, silently fuming on his bed, “those are my eyes”
even with his extensive vocabulary, dan doesn’t think he could articulate the raw sense of possession that fills his chest even if he tries. it consumes him, until his knuckles go white with how hard he’s gripping his phone and he has to gasp through his gritted teeth. dan’s blood is boiling, his vision tinting red at the edges. ’mine, mine, mine,’ runs through his head like a prayer.
dan’s phone buzzes in two short, staccato bursts, indicating a text from phil. it’s a photo message. dan opens it, and his blood runs hot for a thousand different reasons.
phil’s in the same pose at he is in the sweater selfie, but the sweater is very conspicuously missing. instead, his bare chest is on display, the early morning sunlight throwing the bruising hickeys on his pale skin into high relief. “yours,” phil says dimly, and dan’s heart clenches in his chest.
“mine.“
~griffin
more opinions on the son vs. dad debate.
okay phil
