#dansmut

[pretty-kitty-dan]

D A D D Y M A T E R I A L

[pretty-kitty-dan]

~Danny and Phil playing with balloons~ Danny: haha! Daddy look! Danny: *picture above*

[pretty-kitty-dan]

~Danny being bratty to his Dom~

[0bviousbicycle]

I was tagged by caraphatash and charlieissocutelike

You can tell a lot about some one by the music they listen to

Shuffle your ipod, itunes, media player, ect. And put down the first 20 then pass it on to 10 3 people

1. Warwick Avenue - Sarah DeBono Cover

2. NO 1 Party Anthem - Artic Monkeys

3. Stella - All Time Low

4. That Girl - All Time Low

5. I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy... - Fall Out Boy

6. Stars - Fun

7. Fool On The Hill - The Beatles

8. Flying - The Beatles

9. Sorry - Jonas Brothers (I've had this iPod since I was 12, do not judge me)

10. California Girls - Katy Perry (12, I was 12!!!)

11. It's A Man's World - Karise Eden cover

12. Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

13. Brighter - Paramore

14. Slow and Steady - Of Monsters and Men

15. Fix A Heart - Demi Lovato

16. Where I Belong - Ryan Ross

17. The View From the Afternoon - Artic Monkeys

18. Ankelbiters - Paramore

19. Tangled In The Great Escape - Pierce The Veil

20. Northern Downpour - Panic! At The Disco

I tag : fuckmogar  dansmut and mintyboob

[jsmnpnv]

a part of me by neck deep

ohh something i haven't listenned to thank you so much i'll listen to it right now!! <33

if you had to describe me with one song what would it be pls help its for a good cause

[0bviousbicycle]

Tumblr prom tomorrow. <3 Can't wait to celebrate with dansmut, that cutie.

[a-study-in-blood-orange]

dude this is becky from sloth community but HOLY SHIT YOUR THEME IS AMAZING it actually confused the hell out of me

do you understand how many asks i have telling me this

i have 500 messages in this inbox

half of them are unanswered and just say that

[justalittlewordplay]

A Lazy Sunday with Daniel Howell

It’s Sunday afternoon, approaching 4 p.m., and tiny flurries of dust are glowing in the sun’s rays as they stream warmly in through the window. It’s quiet. I’m sleepy. All I can hear is the faint hint of traffic outside, the documentary playing on TV murmuring monotonously, and Dan’s even breathing as my head lies on his chest. He’s reading and I’m tucked in the crook of his arm on the couch as I drift in and out of sleep. The perfect lazy Sunday.

            I shift my eyes to catch a secret glimpse of him deep in concentration, half-mindedly chewing on his lip as his eyebrows furrow slightly. I can’t help but smile at this side of him, the quiet, private side few people get to see. I’m lucky to be one of them. He’s so beautiful.

            He happens to glance down at me and we share a smile.

            He tosses the book onto the floor and slowly runs his fingers through my hair. I slide my hand up his chest, feel his heart beat twice and then hook my fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer to me. He smiles as we kiss.

            With every moment, our kisses become deeper, speeding up and slowing down in a perfect rhythm as we taste each other’s lips and feel each other so close, in our own world. I sigh as our mouths open, his tongue sliding just slightly against mine, teasing.  Now it’s my turn to smile as I lace my fingers through his hair and pull him more forcefully towards me, wanting more. We tangle in and out of each other’s mouths for what feels like hours, our grips on each other tightening closer and with more urgency. I take a chance and grab his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it back as he lets out a small irresistible moan.

            Oh, that moan. It’s all over.

            I start to grin at the fact that I pulled that gorgeous sound out of him when suddenly he flips over and he’s on top of me. He pauses to look into my shocked eyes with a look on his face I had never seen before. He looks hungry, determined. Like he’s not fucking around anymore. We’ve been together for weeks but we’ve never gone farther than where we are now, never had the chance to be alone for so long. Now that I see this look on face, feel his chest start to heave against mine, I know it’s time. I love him too much to be afraid.

            He kisses me again and then his mouth is moving down to my neck, where he kisses, then sucks, then nibbles in a way I can barely handle. He moves up to my ear where he flicks his tongue over my earlobe and slides it between his teeth. Fuck. He’s never been a biter before, but holy fuck do I love it when he bites me. It’s then that I notice my breathing becoming heavier, faster, more urgent. He leans back up to kiss my lips again, and I’m about to suck on his tongue when I feel his left hand glide over my breast and give it the slightest squeeze. He moans again and I moan back and I think I’m about to die and he kisses a trail down my neck and the top of my cleavage. I don’t know how to tell him I want him to rip my shirt off except to do the same to him, so I scratch my nails down his back to the hem of his shirt and pull. He lets out a heavy sigh as he pulls it completely off and I sit up so he can do the same, which he does slowly, like he’s savoring every moment. His hands feel cold on my hot skin, giving me goosebumps.

            The careful moment quickly ends when he forces me back down onto the couch, kissing me hard as he takes me passionately in his hands, undoes the front clasp clumsily in his panic, and throws my bra across the room. He’s kissing me all over now, licking and nibbling and teasing and I’m feeling things I didn’t know I could feel. I can’t help the breathy moans escaping my mouth but I can tell he loves them. I want to make him so happy. That’s all I can think- how much I love him and want him, wordlessly, just emotions pulsing in my brain.

            His lips slide against mine again. He takes my wrist and guides my hand down towards his zipper, where I feel him hard and ready, throbbing almost, as I grab him through his jeans as I feel him sigh so deeply into my ear.

            I like.

            I undo the top button and zip down painfully slow, cherishing his every gasp and feeling myself get hotter with every breath. I reach into his boxers and take him in my hand. I have never felt so alive, skin on my skin, throbbing, longing, emotions and sensations swirling indistinguishably. I want him so much. I kiss his chest as it quivers above me, just starting to work my hand up and down, when we hear someone coming up the stairs and everything freezes. Phil is coming home, EARLY, that fucking asshole.

            Dan’s eyes shut tight. “FUCK.” He sighs, clearly pissed. I try to laugh it off.

            “It’s OK,” I whisper, my hand very hesitantly letting go and pulling out of his pants. I zip them up again and trace along his perfect rippling back. Fucking Phil. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. “Next time.”

            We look into each other’s eyes for a long time until he kisses me again, long and hard, and I try to keep my head from spinning. We stand up and frantically look for our clothes, a little shocked at how they ended up so far across the room, throw them on, and fix each other’s hair, trying to laugh and ignore the fact that we’re still breathing hard because we haven’t left the moment. I look at him and just want to cry. I know it won’t be long, but any wait is more than I can handle.

            We decide to head into the kitchen and act natural before Phil reaches the door, and I’m finally starting to cool off when Dan pushes me against the wall and kisses and touches me all over like it’s the last time in a million years. I moan so loud I’m nearly yelling and then push him away, panting, smiling at the goofy grin that’s now on his face. He leans in close so I can feel his breath on my ear and sighs a single word that makes my heart stop.

            “Tonight.”

            One last mischievous look. He struts slowly across the kitchen and opens the fridge. The front door opens.