wowie i mean i thought your URL was pronounced 'lester-eese' like i didn't even put the c in it was just gone but i mean we were skyping and u said ur URL and it felt like my entire life was a lie i didn't even know how to pronounce my gf's URL and when u said it i was like "THAT MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE ??????!!11221?!!!?2!22??"
ive never been this offended i cant believe u thought it rhymed with geese
7. book - A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I don’t even think about it anymore, that book is SO my favorite even though it’s old fashioned and quaint.10. scent - ho hum I oddly quite like the smell of hand sanitizer? But also just - omfg two things. first is you know (ok you’re australian so maYBE you don’t but) that smell right before it snows where you can SMELL the snow in the air and it’s crisp and cool and I love that and ALSO the smell of like trees and nature god im such a nerd11. grade - like in school uuhuhhhh probably 8th because I had the most/best friends then and did the most stuff15. dog breed - totally biased but Bernese Mountain dog bc my dog is one and he’s fricki n adorable as hECK
heya, I lost a fic that I was reading, phil's brother was in a coma and phil was taking care of his brother's daughter and dan happens to be his niece's teacher? it was chaptered as well, if that helps ((:
Dan finds a skirt and decides to show it off. It just so happens that Phil can’t move away from the kitchen. Based on this headcanon
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dear @lesterpeach; ok you’re right it was totally a fic but you can fight me this is the full version that is completely dedicated to you - everyone else is extremely welcome.
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Dan doesn’t see the parcel outside the door until he nearly trips over it, flailing and only managing to catch his obnoxiously tall frame on the blessedly close stair rails. He glares down at the object, sitting innocently in front of the doorstep as if it can blend in subtly, when it clearly never could, because, for one, the postman didn’t come this far into their apartment, and two, he didn’t remember ordering anything in the first place. But yet the smug lil box was there, somehow managing to escape Dan’s impeccable peripheral vision.
He sighs, and picks it up. It didn’t have an address or a person to which it belonged to, but he decides if it can turn up to his door and almost kill him, he can have the right to adopt it. Morals.
The tape gets slit open, and Dan has to rustle through several layers of greyish tissue paper before he finds his hands on the contents. Contents that feel very familiar, probably because it was the same sensation when reaching in ninety percent of his entire wardrobe.
A scrap of black faux leather hangs from his hands, barely sculpted into something that you could wear, but very aesthetically pleasing as far as his eye for clothing went. The skirt hung in schoolgirl-like pleats, flaring out from a small waistband, all with the glow of light reflections spiderwebbing across a surface only fake leather could produce.
Dan has thought about wearing a skirt. He was the last person that would have anything to say about gender stereotypes and all, but the chance never really came.
It doesn’t take much thinking until he’s clutching the tiny skirt in his hands and walking towards his bedroom.
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He tugs off his skinny jeans, a daily struggle that he reminds himself, while pulling off his socks from the tiny hems of the offending pants, was very necessary. He almost questions himself somewhere in the process, but the thought floats away as soon as it comes and he wriggles his hips through the skirt. Dan’s always been a bit more shaped, waist smaller than his hips, but it fit snugly over his hips, probably going to be hard to take off, but that was irrelevant at the moment.
Dan stands up to his mirror defiantly, almost daring it to say that the effort wasn’t worth it, but being surprised when, hell, yes it was. Yes it was.
The material barely covers his ass, but that was fine because it wasn’t made for him anyway. His legs were long, he knew that, but it only showed under the skirt, limbs pale and devoid of tan lines. He turns, once, cautiously, watching as the slight breeze lifts it up and swirls it around his thighs, and then he’s pretty much twirling in front of his mirror and he doesn’t care because it feels good and he looks good.
His immersion is broken by the shuffling outside the front door. Remembering Phil had gone out for the milk, and wasn’t in fact, in the next room, he has a brief flash of lazy panic at how he was going to have to explain, until he laughs to himself, because the answer was as blatantly obvious as the curve of his butt under the skirt. He waits until he can hear the plastic bags in the kitchen, and then walks out into the hallway, right over his discarded boxers.
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Dan waltzed into the room, burying his confidence under the casual swishing of the material around his legs and he almost sashays his way to the cupboards, rifling his way through them for absolutely nothing in particular. He feels the scene behind him freeze, the rustling of the bags stopping and breathing suspended for several tension laid seconds where Dan allows himself a tiny smirk, pulling down a bag of marshmallows.
Phil walks over, coming up behind him and Dan turns just as he stops several centimeters away and he can feel the heat coming from his body.
He pops a marshmallow into his mouth.
“Where’d you find the pretty skirt?” he asks, voice deepened in the kind of way that made Dan want to dissolve like the sugar on the tip of his tongue.
He swallows. “It was lying around.”
Dan tries to breathe properly as Phil comes closer, hands teasing at the ends of the skirt and feeling his hard on press into his thigh.
“What d’you think?” he murmurs.
Phil slings his hands around Dan’s waist, growling. “fuck.” He stares at Dan. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how hot you look.”
Dan’s eyes widen, and he breathes. “Yeah?”
He slides a hand up his thigh, eyes dark. “You want to know just how much?”
Dan exhales and Phil tightens his hold around him. “How I want to flip you over right now and fuck you until you scream because you look so good?” He runs his lips over Dan’s neck, and he clutches at the edge of the kitchen counter, gasping at his touch. Phil whispers against the skin, the movements against his sensitive skin going straight towards his dick.
“I bet you didn’t even wear anything under it, you’re such a horny little princess”
Phil lifts the skirt and drags his fingers over Dan’s hardening cock, just to make his point, as the boy under him flushes and his eyes flutter shut. He starts stroking, pulling his hand over the tip. Dan mewls with pleasure.
He groans at the sound, flipping his body around just like he promised he would do, moving his hand to grip his cheeks while he rifles through the drawer that he knows he left a bottle of lube. He finds it, and squeezes the liquid inside over his fingers.
“You want to feel me inside of you? You want it, babyboy?”
Dan gasps and he pushes towards Phil in answer, who jerks his cock in one hand until the soft boy yields towards him, arching his back as he’s pushing his fingers inside. Phil pulls them in and out slowly, letting Dan get used to the burn of the pleasure, but soon enough he has three going, fast and curling upwards, so they find the sweet spot that sends Dan bucking backwards, rocking into it and the red burning his cheeks seeping down his neck as he pants, shaking.
He reaches behind him, quivering with pleasure as he unzips Phil’s jeans, feeling the bulge under it and shivering, whispering “Phil, please fuck me with your cock, I need it, please.” Phil pushed down all the material in front of him, lathering his cock with the lube of his hand. He pulls his fingers out of Dan, Dan whimpering in protest, but replaces it with the the tip of his cock, making Dan quiet as he bites his lip and pushes back onto it, moaning.
Phil grips his hips, fingers digging into the skin and the material pooling around them. Dan cries out as he bottoms out inside him, pressed flush against his ass. He starts to move, groaning at Dan’s tightness and his spit slick lips passing hot breath out of him as he feels Phil’s cock inside him, warm, full, hot, fuck. Dan let out a sigh of impatience.
He latches onto Dan’s neck, sucking and biting as he adjusts his hips to the pace. Dan moaned, feeling him thrust inside him and feeling his words grind to a halt as he focusses on trying to function properly as his hips stutter into the edge of the counter. He spreads his legs out without knowing it, Phil driving deep into him from behind.
Dan’s fingers scrape against the ceramic as the pleasure pools in his stomach and his insides blaze with heat. Phil bends over his back to murmur words into his ear as he comes close to his own orgasm. “You going to come, baby? Are you going to come? Show me whose pretty boy you are?”
Phil grasps at Dan’s dick, and he comes with a long, drawn out moan, panting as his vision dances with black spots and muscles tense, strings of cum staining the skirt and Phil’s hand. Phil came seconds later, breathing hard as he shoots his load into Dan. He lies over him, spent, before carefully pulling out and letting go of his boyfriend.
Dan wavered on his own feet, not thinking he would be able to stand up on his own until Phil gathered him off his feet, carrying him over to the sofa, Dan not having enough energy to protest. Phil smiled down at him, ends of his hair curling against his scalp, and blinking slowly, still lost somewhere between bliss and reality.
“Hi,” he giggles weakly. “Welcome home”
Phil laughs. “Hey, nerd”
“Shut…ugh…up.”
He sets his body gently onto the couch, where Dan just looks at him, murmuring “Thanks”
There’s a small second of silence, where they just try to gather enough energy to function. Phil breaks it.
“I think I’m going to need to buy you another skirt”
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A/N: WHEW. IM s O SeXuALLy FrUStrATED ATM BECAUSE I AM O N MY PERIOD PLEASE SEND H ELP oH gOd. UM easE my pain by liking it if u enjoyed and reblogging to share the sin around?? comments are v much appreciated. that’d be nice. thank u.
