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Pastel!cheerleader!Dan being a total twink and he wears the girls uniform so the new guy on the football team slaps his bum and Punk!Phil gets jealous and writes 'mine' or 'phil' on Dan's chest in hickeys and fucking him roughly thank you

//Objectification? HC prompt

Warning!! Smut: Public sex, rough sex, pastel x punk, degradation (I love me some degradation), objectification, Fem! Dan, Dan’s in a skirt, dirty talk, hickeys, grinding, etc. 

~Phil was what you could call possessive. His property was his. And while people weren’t technically his property, his friends were his friends and his boyfriend was definitely //his//. Especially in the sexual aspect? Dan was his.

~Dan was a cheerleader. He was always pretty girly, for a brief while he even considered he may be trans. But that wasn’t the case, he was happy with his body and his voice and his gender, he was just really feminine and that was okay. He was on the cheerleading squad, he was best friends with the girls too. They all got along, and he was the best on the team in his opinion. The school used to have an issue with him, because he was a male and he got along so nicely with the girls, the school was worried. But when Dan asked to wear the girls uniform, they let up, knowing nothing fishy was happening,

~So Dan started wearing the girls uniform, even hemming the skirt a little shorter just so he could be a tease. He also cut the shirt to where it showed his stomach and hips a little, but again no one seemed to mind, as far as the school was concerned, Dan was just another slutty teenager. But he was the only one not dating someone on the football team, which was why no one else cared further. But Phil did go to each games, not because he liked sports, but because he wanted to see Dan.

~Dan was his prized thing in life. Everything about him was perfect. But right now, the romance aspect isn’t important. What was important to Phil at each game, was watching his boyfriend. Nothing ever happened, the whole football team knew Dan was his. There were two guys on the football team who used to hit on Dan, but after a fractured nose and a couple broken ribs, they topped harassing Dan. Phil wasn’t violent, just possessive.

~But there was a new guy on the team, who apparently hadn’t been warned. It was no secret he was gay, they lived in a very LGBT friendly area, and their school even had a gay straight alliance club. Very friendly environment. But even with everyone knowing, I guess no one had told him. But the whole team had, they had warned James. They had told him, “James, you do not wanna hit on Dan.” two of them had told him before a game, the two who had before and suffered the consequences.

~“Trust me, everyone in this school no matter what gender, want’s to fuck Dan Howell. But you really don’t wanna try.” One of them had chuckled. “Why not?” James had questioned. “You know Phil Lester? You have like 6 classes with him.” They asked and he nodded. “That’s Dan’s boyfriend. Trust me. I got my nose broke over it.” He said and the other one nodded along. “6 broken ribs for asking for his number. Trist us. Do not hit on Dan Howell.” They said and James scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, the other two boys looking at each other and shaking their heads. “See you at your funeral.” They said, one saluting him and shutting their lockers.

~The game was later, Phil with his arm around Dan’s waist, a cigarette dangling from his lips as they got to the bleachers and Phil kissed his cheek. “Have fun, angel.” He said and Dan smiled, taking the cigarette from his mouth and pecking his lips before putting back between his boyfriends parted lips. “I will, as always!” He said enthusiastically. “Have fun watching me, I wore special panties just to flash you a little.” He smirked and blew a kiss to him, walking off.

~Phil sat down with a thud, putting a hand over his heart and leaning over to his friend who was sat there waiting. “I’m gonna marry him someday.” He chuckled and he smiled. “Still gonna propose after graduation next month?” He asked. “Thought you’d change your mind.” He said and Phil shook his head. “God no. Two years with him? Not giving up that ass.” He joked and watched as Dan and the cheerleaders stretched, smirking to himself. “Cheeky bastard. Pink lace..” He mumbled. “Definitely marrying him.”

~The game started soon after, the football players crowding in on the field while the cheerleaders cheered loudly, screaming about school spirit. Once the game was over, the school had won as usual, they had a pretty good team. Phil jumped over the bar of the bleachers, landing on the grass and walking towards Dan, lighting a new cigarette and watching as the girls talked with him as he grew closer.

~James had decided to be bold, seeing Phil walking towards Dan and deciding to beat him to it. He walked over to Dan,  smacking his ass roughly and gripping. “Mhm. Everyone was right. Pretty fine ass.” He smirked and Dan looked at him horrified.

~Dan stood stunned. “You can’t do that!” He said. “Oh I think I can..” James smirked and Phil dropped his smoke, watching as it still burnt on the ground and slamming his hands on James chest, gripping his shirt. “You wanna fucking bet?” He asked, pushing him to the ground and cracking his neck. “You think you can just touch what isn’t yours?” He asked and Dan scooted off with the girls, watching.

~James chuckled and tried to stand up. “Yeah like you’re gonna do anything about it.” He smirked and Phil pushed him back down, punching him with full force from under the jaw, hearing a loud crack. “Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.” He said and picked up his still lit cigarette from the grass, taking a drag and moving over to Dan, his arm going tightly around his waist and gripping his ass, walking off with him.

~Dan kissed his cheek and listened as James was laughed at from behind. “Thank you for defending me, Philly.” He said, kissing his cheek gently. “It was nothing princess.” Phil shrugged it off as they walked to his car. “Can’t believe the fucking nerve of that asshole.” He said and gripped Dan’s ass tightly. “You’re not his, he knows you aren’t. He should know your ass is mine.” He said and kept gripping. He put out his smoke, stepping on it as they got to the car. He pushed Dan against the hood, kissing him firmly.

~Dan squeaked and kissed back quickly, jumping up on the hood of the car and kissing him back. Phil moved his hands up Dan’s thighs, gripping them. Dan wrapped his arms around his neck, gliding his tongue along Phil’s and moaning quietly. A few people passed, including teachers but they paid no mind to the couple.

~Phil moved away, kissing from his mouth to his neck and grinding into him slowly, biting at the skin and moving his hands under him to grope him once more. “Fuck you’re hot.” He mumbled to himself. “Shirt.” He said and Dan pulled off his shirt, not even caring they were under a street light in the school parking lot. Everyone was on their way out anyways.

~Phil moved down to his chest, biting hickeys along the entirety of it, making letters. Time seemed to pass by quickly, Dan turning into a moaning, sensitive mess from the mix of pain and pleasure he was getting from Phil biting down on his chest.

~Phil eventually pulled away, looking at his work. Across Dan’s chest he had wrote ‘Mine’ in hickeys, proud of his work and once again attacking his mouth with rough kisses, his hand wondering under his skirt and palming him through the frilly pink lace panties he had been wearing.

~Everyone had cleared out of the parking lot, only leaving them lit up by the dimming streetlights. Phil had started grinding into him harder, already hard from the scene they were in, kissing his boyfriend like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

~Dan was moaning, his voice cracking and breaking, his whole body going numb. Phil was the same, everything went numb except for his cock it seemed, he felt himself throbbing as Dan’s hands reached between them to pop the buttons of the dark skinny jeans his partner had been sporting that day.

~Phil groaned under his breath at the relief of his jeans being less pressure on his length, rutting up into Dan and kissing him firmly. “Fuck me.” Dan whimpered out, his head lolling back as Phil started to attack his neck again with rough bites and heated, wet open mouth kisses. “Please. Fuck me. Right here on the hood of your car, where if anyone walks by they can see. Don’t you want that daddy? Everyone to know I’m yours? Show them. Fuck me. I’m your property sir please. Make an example of me. I’m your fuck toy. Only yours!” He cried out as Phil’s teeth suck into his skin, puncturing slightly and smirking. “Fuck!” Dan shouted loudly. “Please, hurt me, use me.” He almost started crying, he was getting so desperate at this point.

~Phil hummed and nodded, pulling away from Dan and going to the car, opening the door and watching Dan stand up from the windshield. He watched Dan pull down his skirt and panties, laying completely naked on the hood and Phil smirked. Dirty baby. He opened the glove compartment and grabbed the lube they had hidden in their, going back to Dan and pulling off his shirt quickly, dropping it with Dan’s stuff on the pavement.

~Phil kissed him again, stroking the lubricant over his length. “You’re stretched correct. You know you’re to always be ready for my cock.” Phil growled and Dan nodded, whining loudly. “Always stretched open for your cock daddy. Always!” He cried out again and Phil nodded, moving to his hole and pushing in roughly, starting to fuck hard into him with restraint almost immediately. “The safe word is Lake.” He mumbled into Dan’s ear, biting his lobe and roughly thrusting into him.

~Dan screamed, the pain intense but turning him on further, he loved being a fuck toy for his daddy to use, even if it hurt him he loved it so much, pleasing his owner. His lower region was on fire, his spot being completely avoided, only hit every now and again. Phil knew what he was doing, purposely avoiding his sweet spot to tease him and turn on his toy further. Dan shouted again, out of nowhere Phil starting to abuse his prostate, the bundle of nerves being hit over and over again dead on until he felt tears prickling in the corner of his eyes.

~Phil grunted, his breathing messy and unstable as he fucked into Dan repeatedly, his car’s hood no doubt denting. Dan was moaning, every house in a mile range could probably hear his whorish noises, so Phil took charge.

~Phil wrapped a hand around his throat, pushing him back on the car and squeezing the sides, putting pressure and thrusting faster. “Shut the fuck up! Good toys don’t moan like whores!” He said in a growl, leaning down and nipping Dans nipple and hearing him squeak, trying hard to stay quiet but failing. “You are just a toy, your ass is for my pleasure.” He said and started to avoid his spot all together once more, Dan making a loud sound of protest and Phil tightening his grip on his throat. “Pretty baby, your hole is always so good, so stretched and ready for me whenever I want you, any time of the day.” He smirked and moved an arm under him pulling him up again and letting go of his throat, bucking up over and over again into him and moaning under his breath, going to hit his spot again and listening to Dan cry out.

~Dan was a mess, his hair curling, his whole body limp as Phil moved him around like a doll, using him like the little bitch he was, like a sex doll just for his pleasure. He was throbbing but good toys don’t get off, toys aren’t meant to cum, they’re meant to be filled with cum by their owners. Dan whined loudly at the thought of Phil coming inside him, his cock desperately twitching in need of being touched but Dan reminded himself toys don’t cum.

~Phil was growing closer, the pit of his stomach hot and in knots, so close to the edge. He kept fucking Dan, the tightness and warmth of a few more thrusts pushing him over the edge. He thrusted hard into Dan as he came, gripping his boyfriend’s length and stroking him roughly. “You’ve been a good sex toy, I’ll let you cum as an award.” He panted out as he finished out his orgasm, Dan coming not even a minute later with a loud, drug out moan.

~They calmed down, leaning on each other and groaning under their breaths. Dan slowly started to fall asleep, Phil chuckling as he did. Phil set him in the back of the car and laid his jacket over him, letting him sleep and getting dressed quickly. He sat in the front seat, listening to his soft snores and grinning softly, playing with a small black box as he did, Muse playing quietly on the radio. “Fuck…Can’t wait to marry him.” He said, hiding the box back in the glove compartment and turning over the engine. One month left.

A/N: I’m uncontrollably turned on lately, so lucky for all you guys I’m gonna be posting a bit more it seems lmao. I hope you like this!! Send me more prompts if you like!! This is literally 2.5 k words whoops. 

[twink-dan]

I just want some omegaverse or some vampire shit

AND THE WINNER OF TONIGHT’S PROMPT IS….how about vampire is that cool?

It had been nearly a whole year since Dan had declared Phil his boyfriend, and though he didn’t think sex was a huge part of a relationship, he wouldn’t mind having it sometimes. It wasn’t him that was never up for it, not really. It was always Phil. 

Phil, who has been dead for at least a hundred years now (Dan could never be sure, Phil always made it a point to skip around the question), was too scared. He had had sex plenty of times before he had died, sure, but he had never actually tried it after he was turned. He wasn’t intimate enough with anyone to have sex anyway, and now that he did, he was too afraid of hurting Dan.

He wouldn’t do it on purpose. He never would. It was just that he was so strong and fast, he wasn’t sure if Dan’s fragile human body could handle it. 

“Phil, honestly, if I didn’t know the risks, I wouldn’t be willing to try,” Dan said, laying on the bed with his feet hanging off the side. “I just want to try it once. That’s all. It gets a little tiresome and lonely having to wank in the shower.” 

“Dan …” Phil trailed off with a sigh.

Dan sat up swiftly. “Come on, Phil, please? We can have a safeword if it gets too much, or even if it does get to be too much, we never have to try it again, alright? I’ll go back to silently wanking in the shower and we can forget all about it.” 

Phil bit his lower lip. “I don’t know … aren’t you worried I’ll bruise you up? Possibly kill you?”

“It wouldn’t be on purpose.” 

“Dan!” Phil scolded, slapping him lightly. He always made sure to gently tap him then, too, just in case. “Stop that.”

Dan laughed, despite himself. “I’m going to keep whining until you give in. I’m not asking you to smother me with your thick ass or anything. Though I wouldn’t be opposed to-”

“Alright, alright!” Phil declared, cutting him off. “I’m not sitting on your face. If we are going to do this, then we are going to be as vanilla as we can get.” 

Vanilla. Dan could deal with that. Sex was sex after all. Though he didn’t voice his concerns to Phil, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it all vanilla. Dan knew Phil, and Dan knew he was bound to get carried away, which was more than fine. He wouldn’t mind being marked up by Phil, seeing his fingerprints bruised into his skin for a few days. “That works.” 

Phil blew out a small breath he didn’t need. “Good. But please, Dan, if it gets too much, promise me you will-”

“I will,” Dan interrupted, grabbing Phil’s wrists and pulling him onto the bed. “If it gets too much, the safeword is deadly, alright?”

Phil grinned. “Are you trying to make a joke here, Daniel?”

“Me? Using puns only I will find funny? Never.” 

Rolling his eyes, Phil leaned in and pecked Dan on the lips. “Mmmhmm,” he hummed. 

Dan chuckled beneath him, falling back so Phil was towered over him. He hated to admit it, but he could already feel his cock stirring just from thinking about having sex with Phil. He had wanted this for so long, and he had finally gotten Phil to agree and at least try it. 

Phil’s eyes slowly trailed over Dan’s body, stopping when he saw the small bulge in his jeans. “Maybe I could get you off just by looking at you,” he said lowly, eyes glowing red. At one point, that used to concern Dan, but now he realized they only did that when he was hungry. Or lustful.

“I rather not cum just from that,” Dan told him. “I want you to touch me. Mark me.” He pulled Phil on top of him, kissing him slowly and moving Phil’s hands to his hips, urging him to do something. “We can take it slow, but preferably keep it in this century,” he mumbled against Phil’s lips.

Phil smiled, pulling away slowly to look at Dan’s face. “One of these days, I’m going to punish you for calling me old.” 

“Oh, no! Please don’t punish me!” Dan exasperated, winking. 

Phil used that as his sign to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of Dan’s jeans, and pulled them down swiftly, causing Dan to raise a brow. “What?” Phil asked.

“Nothing. Just wish I could undress myself that quickly,” he joked. 

“I’m sorry, Dan. I didn’t mean to-”

“Relax,” Dan chuckled. “I’m only joking. This just means we get to the good stuff quicker, right?” 

Phil shot him a look, making sure to pull down Dan’s boxers as slowly as possible, wanting to be careful, but noting that it only seemed to make Dan grow impatient. He also noticed how much his cock twitched from being teased, and locked that information away for later use. He tossed his boxers aside, admiring Dan’s bare lower half. His cock was still growing, stopping when it reached halfway to his bellybutton and curving to the left. He had see Dan naked before, but there was something more enticing about this time. 

“Please,” Dan whimpered. “Touch me.” He slowly took off his own shirt, throwing it across the bed so he was now completely naked and on display. 

For some reason, Phil’s nerves had dissipated, and he reached out slowly, grabbing Dan’s cock in his hand, giving it long, firm strokes. 

“Thought you might be quicker,” Dan choked out, eyes closing as he bucked his hips with every upward stroke. “After all, you always brag about how fast you are.”

“Trust me, I could make you cum in three seconds,” Phil warned, quickening his strokes. 

“I rather not though, thanks.” He let out small moans when Phil’s fingers swiped across his slit, running right through the precum that bubbled from his tip. “Phil, as good as this feels, I do this in the shower. Please do something else.”

Phil swallowed the lump in his throat. “You want me … You want me to fuck you?”

Dan whined at that. “Please. Make me yours.”

“You already are mine,” Phil told him, giving Dan’s cock one last stroke before he stood up, digging around the bedside drawer for the lube Dan kept on hand, because you never know when you might need it, he would say. He popped the cap and squeezed some onto his fingers, rubbing them together. “I’ll try to be gentle.” 

“I don’t care, Phil! Please just do something.” 

Phil briefly wondered how Dan could be lost in the pleasure already, but didn’t question it further as he pressed one finger to Dan’s hole, rubbing around the rim before pressing one digit inside, slowly pumping it in and out.

“Ah, yes, just like that,” Dan whimpered, lightly moving back onto Phil’s finger. “You can add another.” 

Phil wasn’t sure, but he trusted Dan, so he inserted another, beginning to scissor him open, pumping and curling his fingers, trying to find his prostate. It was clear when he found it, because Dan let out a loud moan, thighs shaking. “Mmm, found it, did I?”

“Mmmhmm,” Dan replied, fucking himself on Phil’s fingers. “Please get inside me. Please, Phil. It’s all I want.” 

Phil was unaware of how brightly his eyes were glowing as he removed his fingers and slid down his pants, using the remaining lube to coat his rock hard cock. He hadn’t even realized how hard he was until now. He had been so focused on Dan’s pleasure, he hadn’t noticed. 

He lined himself up with Dan’s clenching hole, and pressed the tip to it, listening to the small whimper that Dan let out.

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to ram it in me myself and fuck down on it. Hard.” 

Phil smiled wickedly. “Sounds hot, baby. Maybe you should give me a sample of that.”

Dan growled, Sitting up and gripping Phil’s shoulders, pulling him forward so his cock began to enter him, filling him up. Dan moaned loudly into Phil’s ear, uncaring if it agitated his enhanced hearing. “Please, please, please,” he chanted, moving his hips so he could feel more of Phil. “Fuck me.” 

Phil thrusted once, then twice, loving the way Dan sounded in his hears, picking up the pace to see what other sounds he was capable of making. His fingers gripped Dan’s biceps tightly, and he pounded into Dan with a force he was unaware of. They were both so lost in the pleasure, neither of them felt the pain.

“Yes! Keep going!” Dan shouted, loving how Phil’s thick cockhead rammed directly into his prostate. 

Phil’s lips attached to Dan’s neck, and he sucked a deep, dark purple hickey into it, moaning when he felt Dan come undone beneath him. He reached down and jerked Dan’s cock as he came all over their stomachs, pumping so quickly, he began to overstimulate Dan. His fangs poked out some, piercing Dan’s skin, allowing him to taste him in ways no one else could. 

“Oh God!” Dan cried, jaw hanging down as he felt Phil fill him up. When Phil retracted, cum spilled from Dan’s hole and down his thighs, though that’s not what he was focused on. He was focused on the bruises that coated his upper arms, and could practically feel the hickey on his neck, throbbing.

Phil looked over Dan, horror in his eyes. “Dan, I am so, so sorry. This is why-”

“Phil,” Dan cut him off, smiling at him. “That was fantastic. You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even feel this. Besides, I love them. You made them. Marked me up. I’m yours.” 

Still, Phil wasn’t convinced. The bruises looked painful. He said nothing more as he fetched a wet rag to clean Dan up. Once he was clean, he looked at Dan’s neck again. “I bit you.”

“Did you?” Dan asked, feeling the area around his neck. “I didn’t feel it.”

“Probably because I didn’t release any venom. In fact, it probably made your orgasm better than it would have been previously,” he admitted. 

“Well, it felt great,” Dan promised, pulling Phil down to lay beside him. “I love you, Phil. You don’t have to be so delicate around me. I love a little pain.”

“Ah, so the truth comes out,” Phil laughed. 

“Shut up. I’m tired now.”

Phil rolled his eyes, brushing strands of hair away from Dan’s face. “Go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed Dan on the forehead, watching him as his eyes fluttered and his breaths evened out. And yeah, he most definitely loved Dan, too.

~ lacey

Sorry if I somehow lost the fact that he was a vampire? Idk man this was also quite vanilla. Guess I wasn’t feeling the rough sex rip

[flowers-and-colored-hair]

Fuck Faggots

Description: Dan can’t stand gay people and needs to be taken down a peg. Phil takes it upon himself to do just that. Genre: Smuttt. Like, it’s some hardcore porn. Warnings: sexy times, that face fucking tho, dirty talk??? I mean like, praise but also kinda degradation. homophobia Word count: 4.5k My first smut so pleaseeeee yikes ya know

Dan was a simple person. He had his likes and dislikes. He likes music from the 2000s, girls with red hair, memes, and cold pizza. Hand in hand with that came his dislikes: ads with no skip button, stuck up substitutes, parties, and expensive shipping. If only it was just that simple though. While there are likes and dislikes, there are loves and hates. He loves the feeling of being held by warm arms on a cold day. It makes him feel protected and safe. What does he hate? Gay people. Not for any sort of religious reason. He just doesn’t understand why someone would every want to do something so perverted.

One of those gay people happens to be his worst nightmare in the form of a blue eyed boy named Phil Lester. At this point, he’s glaring hard enough to burn holes into the back of Phil’s neck. Through some kind of mysterious force, he turns around and locks eyes with Dan.

“What are you looking at?” Phil asked with a slightly flirtatious undertone. “See something you like?”

“What? I don’t-you wish!” Dan stammered at the audacity of such an accusation. “I’m not a faggot like you.”

“That sure explains why you were checking me out.”

Fuming, Dan was just about ready to loose it when their teacher cleared her throat loudly. Both boys snapped to attention and saw that she was giving them a pointed look. Not to mention that they’d gained an audience of the whole classroom.

“And do either of you have an opinion?” She asked. “Since you two had the time to exchange petty insults, I’m sure you’re well rehearsed on the material.”

Chris, Dan’s best friend who happened to be sitting next him (aka behind Phil) could already tell that neither of them had even the slightest clue as to what they were talking about. He leaned forwards and whispered to Phil ‘The war of 1344.’

“The war of 1344!” Phil called out, earning a laugh from the whole class. He blushed and repeated in a much calmer voice “the war of 1344.”

“As interesting as a theory that is,” Miss Tran said in slight amusement, but much more annoyance. “I’d have to say that there is a very large counter argument in which the war of 1344 could not have been a cause in the expansion of Japan and that is that it simply doesn’t exist.”

A bright rosy red flushed across Phil’s normally fair skin and he sank into his desk. Behind him, Chris and Dan high-fived. He was definitely going to get back at him for that later, no doubt about it. Later that day, Phil decided to take out his frustrations in the only way he knew how. He slammed Devin against the wall and furiously kissed him down his neck. Confused, his boyfriend gently pushed him off.

“Babe, is something bothering you?” He asked. “You seem kind angry.”

Phil groaned in frustration and moved away from Devin. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Every time Dan messed with him, he found himself trying to take it out in a rather sexual manner, but his boyfriend didn’t want to have sex with him angry. Now he was frustrated in more ways than one.

“It’s just, that Dan guy again.” He snapped, sitting down harshly. “He’s just so irritating and homophobic!”

Devin frowned and sat down next to Phil who tried not to do anything when he started to rub circles on his back comfortingly. For some unknown reason, Phil always got more uncomfortable at the gesture. He would never tell, though.

“Babe, this is starting to take a toll on our relationship.” Devin said quietly. “You’re always stressed or mad and every time we see each other, which is rare enough already, we have to talk about some stupid bully.”

Phil looked at his boyfriend and realized how much this had effected their relationship. He felt a little guilty for letting someone has irrelevant as Dan ruin something so important to him.  Devin leaned his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

“You’re right honey.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry. I promise that you will never have to hear about you-know-who ever again.”

“Dang, what did Voldemort ever do to you?” Devin asked with a giggle, adjusting his head so he could face Phil. “But in all seriousness, thank you. I was just about ready to walk out of that door.”

The next day at school, Phil tried his best to avoid and sort of conflict with Dan. Of course he could fight with him and just not vent about it to his boyfriend, but that was too hard. And Dan wasn’t his only problem. He lost his voice that morning so fighting would be hard anyways. The easier option was just to stay away completely. Unfortunately, Dan isn’t having it.

“Why haven’t you fought with me all day?” He asked, slamming his locker shut. “What are you, sick or something?”

Phil rolled his eyes and walked past him, not responding at all. This only made the younger boy madder. He stormed up infront of him and crossed his arms angrily.

“I’ll have you know that I am too cute to be ignored.”

Phil couldn’t help but to giggle at this. He was like a goddamn cat, acting like he hates attention, but seeking it out when he can’t get it. It would be endearing if he wasn’t such a homophobic asshole. When Phil laughed, Dan’s face lit up for a moment.

“There you go, you fucking fairy.” He said cheerfully. “I knew you couldn’t be sick, unless you got aids or something. That wouldn’t be much of a shocker.”

“I am sick.” Phil said with an eye roll, walking past dan. “Sick of you.”

Upon hearing Phil’s raspy voice, Dan immediately assumed that he really was ill and let it go. There’s no pride in winning a race on steroids. No. he would wait until Phil’s was well for an even playing field. A couple days past and Phil was still ignoring Dan.

He presumed that that meant he was still under the weather, but when Wednesday came, he was tired of the lack of conflict. He needed someone to entertain him and as nice as Chris is, it wasn’t enough. He marched straight up to Phil’s locker and slammed it once more.

Phil got a strange sense of Deja Vu when he did that, but held his ground nonetheless. He’d been able to somehow get Dan to leave him alone for the last two days, he just needed to make it through today. After all, he was seeing Devin that night and wanted to finally get off with someone besides his right hand.

“Here.” Dan angrily thrusted a Tupperware container into Phil’s hands. “Hurry up and get better.”

Phil frowned and looked at the contents of said container. It seems to be some sort of soup. Chicken soup perhaps? Did Dan make this for him? There was a rather odd mix of emotions at the idea of his enemy in the kitchen, angrily making him soup so he’ll recover quicker.

“Dan, I was never sick.” He said in his now completely fine voice. “You can keep the soup.”

“What?!” Dan snatched the container back. “So what was wrong with your voice? You suck too many cocks huh?”

Phil rolled his eyes at Dan’s logic and tried to walk away from the situation. It was 1:27pm and he was seeing Devin at 4:00pm. He just had to make it through one more class. As he was leaving, a hand grabbed the back of his coat and yanked him back.

“And just where do you think you’re going off to, Lester?” He asked angrily with a slight huff in his voice.

“My class?” Phil wasn’t sure what Dan was expecting him to say. “And your class as well, you should go, too. We’re going to be late and Miss Tran will kill us both.”

“How nice of you to care.” Dan said sarcastically. “And neither of us are going anywhere until you apologize to me!”

“Apologize?” Phil was sure he was hearing things. “What do I have to apologize for? You practice hate speech on the daily, if anyone should apologize, it’s you, mate. I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“You tricked me!” Dan half-yelled, half-whined. “I actually thought you were down with something. Do you think this stupid soup was easy to make? I haven’t cooked a day in my life and I learned just for you. Do you see this band-aid on my thumb? It’s your fault!”

Phil was shocked in more ways than one. In fact, he was shocked at 4 things to be exact. 1. Dan thought of himself as a victim in this situation. 2. Dan actually cared about his wellbeing. 3. Dan doesn’t know how to cook. 4. His cut him finger making a soup that doesn’t appear to have any sort of chopped ingredient.

“He is just so entitled!” Phil practically screamed. “Waa-waa. Do yOu SeE THiS BaND aiD? God, it says a lot about him already that he’s never had to cook in his life!”

Devin just looked at his boyfriend sadly. It was like the only thing on his mind was Dan and after hearing about what had happened just a few hours ago, Devin was sure that Phil’s as also the only thing on Dan’s mind. He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Devin, wait!” Phil called, running up to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant so badly. I promise I won’t ta-”

“Phil.” Devin cut him off. “I can’t compete with this Dan guy. It’s clear that you care a lot more about your stupid rivalry than me. Goodbye.”

And with that, Phil was left without a boyfriend. Instead, he had a seething anger that was building up inside of him towards the boy who destroyed his relationship: Dan Howell. When he saw him the next day, chatting with other hard-headed and closed-minded friends, he quickly marched right up to him.

“What do you want, fairy?” He sneered, earning snickers and high fives from his idiotic followers.

He didn’t answer him. Instead, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him away from his friends. They called out something about being careful so Phil doesn’t try to make a move or whatever. Dan tried to free his wrist, but it didn’t seem like he actually cared. He lightly tugged, but followed regardless. Eventually, they made it to the janitor’s closet and Phil threw him in.

“What the fuck, you fag?!” Dan asked angrily, getting up and rubbing his wrist.

“Shut up.” Phil muttered, running his hands through his hair. “Just give me a moment to get my thoughts together. Okay? I’m angry at you right now but I’m not sure what to start with.”

“Are you serious?” He straightened out his jacket. “Fucking faggot.”

Anddddddd there it is. Something in Phil snapped and he grabbed Dan by the collar and shoved him against the door in one swift movement.

“Listen here you homophobic little punk.” He growled. “You have been fucking with me for years and it used to be funny but now? You just destroyed my relationship. And let’s not forget-”

Dan was thoroughly surprised at Phil’s sudden aggression. Still, for a reason he couldn’t explain, or rather couldn’t admit to, being pinned down by Phil was doing things to his body he didn’t want. He tried to keep his composure as Phil yelled at him.

“And let’s not forget-” Phil trailed off and frowned. “…you’re hard.”

A blush exploded across Dan’s face as he pushed Phil off of him. In all his stunned silence, he went willingly. It didn’t make any sense. Dan, the most homophobic person he’s ever met, was aroused because of him. He didn’t know if he felt pride or disgust, but he didn’t get the chance to figure out which when Dan began to defend himself.

“It’s not because of you or anything. It’s just a random boner, it happens. If anything, you would be turned on by me. I’d have to be some sort of pervert to like some faggot like you pressing all up on me.” He rambled on. “You would like that though, wouldn’t you? I bet you would!”

It was clear that Dan was at a complete loss. He was spewing a stream of nonsense that could have been perceived as cute, endearing, or annoying. Phil just couldn’t figure out which one it was. He knew one thing though. He was going to use it to give him hell.

“Big words for such a little boy.” Phil growled, surprising Dan with his animalistic voice. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? A scared little boy locked away in the closet.”

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dan stammered as he was backed up into the wall once more. “You’re being an idiot again Phil. Why-”

“Just shut up,” Phil leaned in close enough that their foreheads touched. “and listen to what your body is telling you. That little hard on? It’s your body’s way of telling you that you want me.”

Dan couldn’t believe any of this. As much as he tried to deny it, he was hopelessly turned on and getting harder by the second. He couldn’t help himself, his deepest darkest fantasies were coming true right in front of him. This is the sort of thing he would dare himself to imagine late at night when he would touch himself, feeling a pang of guilt and disgust the moment after he orgasmed. Now, now it was playing out in real life.

“Faggot.” Dan spat in Phil’s face.

That was the snapping point for Phil. He grabbed Dan’s wrist and harshly pinned them above his head. At the same time as this, he surged forwards and attacked him in a bruising kiss. It wasn’t Dan kissing back immediately that surprised Phil. No, he expected that much from just the last few minutes. It was how he instantly became pliant that made Phil want to rip his clothes off right then and there.

It seemed his sudden submissiveness hadn’t gone unnoticed by Dan himself. He hadn’t meant to do that and cursed himself for it. He tried to gain back some sort of composure and control by biting down on Phil’s lip. The effect was instantaneous.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” He muttered, trailing his lips down to his jaw. “Look at you, you’re practically begging for it. I can feel you, you know.”

Dan squeezed his eyes closed and shaked his head unconvincingly, but his boner was pushing up on Phil and they both knew it. Then Phil released his hands and stuck his leg in between his leg. Instead of pushing him away, Dan’s hands flew under Phil’s arm to hold onto his back. His shaking hands held onto his shirt and he tried and failed to not grind on Phil’s thigh.

“There you go, good boy.” Phil praised. “Be a good little slut for me. Give your body what it wants.”

Dan whined and buried his head into Phil’s neck. If someone had told either of them just an hour ago that they’s be grinding on each other in the janitor’s closet, they would have asked them to never speak to them again. Now? Well now Dan was pulling at Phil’s shirt and silently begging him for more. Phil lifted Dan’s chin to look him in the eye.

“What do you want, Princess?” He asked in a patronizing voice. “Use your big boy words, okay?”

Dan’s hips jerked at the pet name, making him blush even harder (if possible) and making Phil smirk. Dan wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face, but he was at a total loss.

“Just get on with it.” Dan said in a strained voice.

Phil laughed at the request. He had the boy he made his life hell completely at his mercy. There was no way he was just going to ‘get on with it.’ No, he would drag this out as long as he could and savor every sweet second. He shook his head and Dan whined. Why did he have to be so difficult?

“Get on with what, baby? Fucking you?” Dan turned a bright red and nodded slowly. “You’re going to beg for that.”

“Fuck you!” Dan pushed Phil off of him.

Phil raised a brow and Dan suddenly felt guilty. He didn’t know why, he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he felt bad for disappointing Phil. The older boy started to reach for the door handle and Dan felt a panic go through his body. He wasn’t actually going to leave him like that, was he?

“Wait!” He cried, reaching out to grab the back of Phil’s shirt. “Don’t leave-I mean-you can just-Phiiiiil!”

“What do you want from me?”

Dan knew he wasn’t going to get it unless he asked. God, why did Phil have to be so difficult and sexy? It was time to kiss his dignity goodbye. Otherwise, his guilt-filled fantasies would stay just that: a fantasy.

“Fine! Phil, please, I want you.” He begged, pulling Phil towards him and wrapping his arms around his neck. “Please, I need you. I need you so bad.”

“Need me to what?”

Dan took Phil’s hand and guided it to his crotch. “I need you to fuck me.”

That was all Phil needed. He attacked his neck which made Dan throw his head back and moan. He didn’t even notice when the black-hair boy shimmied his pants off until he was getting palmed through his boxers. He let out a choked-moan and started tugging at his shirt.

“Off.” he whimpered pathetically.

Phil snickered at what he’d reduced Dan to and pulled his shirt over his head. Dan’s eyes raked over his body hungrily, but he seemed to still by hesitant to take an initiative. This didn’t go unnoticed by the other boy.

“You can touch.” Phil chuckled, taking Dan’s hand and bringing it to his chest.

Dan nodded dumbly and let his hands slowly explore Phil’s body. They moved across his chest and down his abs, eventually coming to the hem of his jeans. He looked up with questioning eyes and Phil nodded. Slowly, he slid his pants off and bit back a moan at the sight of Phil’s hard cock. Even when it contained by boxers, Dan could tell two things.

1. Phil wanted this just as much as Dan did.

2. He was huge.

Both of these things turned him on to no limit. He must have been standing there for quite some time because Phil got tired of waiting. Dan was brought back to reality by Phil taking his shirt off. That left both boys in their boxers. There was a tension just begging to be broken, so Phil did just that. He whipped Dan around who gripped the door.

When he felt a trail of hot kisses go down his back, he bit his lip. He could feel Phil bite the top of his boxers and pull them down slowly over the curve of his butt. There was a breath on his hole that made his legs shiver.

“Phil, please!” Dan suddenly whined.

He didn’t even have to turn around to know Phil just smirked. He was going to make another remark when a flat tongue pressed on his opening. Dan was surprisingly silent when Phil began to fuck him with his tongue. He was just completely lost in pleasure.

He had never felt anything like this. His tongue massaged the walls within and made him feel things he didn’t even know were possible and he wanted to savor every second of it. Suddenly, a wet finger joined his tongue. Phil was surprised to see how easily it slid it. The realization that Dan must finger himself followed. With that image in mind, he couldn’t wait any longer.

When he finally gave his ass a punctuated kiss and stood up, Dan released the breath he didn’t realized he had been holding. He found himself being turned around once again, this time to face the boy who had brought him to this. He moved his face into his neck, just below the ear.

“Do you know what you do to me?” He asked predatorily and Dan could feel his breath on that sensitive skin. “Because of you, I haven’t gotten laid in weeks. I think you should make up for that. Don’t you?”

Dan just nodded, unable to form complete thoughts, nonetheless sentences. Then he found himself getting pushed to his knees. He went willingly. Then he was faced with Phil’s covered boner.

“What better way than to help me get my cock sucked, yeah?” Phil suggested. He then remembered Dan’s lack of experience with boys.

He took his head by the hair and brought him in to his cock. Dan slowly began to mouth at it, making Phil let his head back. This boy was a such a tease. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Dan bit the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, just as slow. Their eyes remained lock and Phil knew he just wanted to wreck this boy.

“Say you want it.” He whispered.

“I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cock.” Dan licked a strike up the side of it. “I want your cock.”

There it is. Dan took as much of Phil as he could into his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks. Phil couldn’t take it any longer, he jerked forwards. When he heard Dan choke, he immediately felt bad. He was about to apologize when Dan moaned.

“Oh you like that, huh?” Phil’s dick throbbed at the realization. “Look at you, begging for a cock down your throat.”

He thrusted again and Dan’s eyes began to water. He did his best to nod and Phil chuckled. Slowly at first, Phil began to fuck his face. It wasn’t long before Dan grabbed Phil’s hips and sucked at an even faster pace. God, he really wanted this.

“Tell me what you are.” Phil demanded. “Tell me you’re a faggot.”

Dan pulled himself off of Phil’s cock and chocked out “I’m a faggot.”

“Yeah you are.” Phil snickered, tugging him to his feet. “And now you’re going to beg to get fucked.”

“Fuck me!” He practically screamed. “Phil, please! I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Please, punish me for everything I’ve done to you. Show me my place. Please, daddy.”

A new passion flashed in Phil’s eyes and he hoisted Dan up against the door by his thighs. He was harshly marking up Dan’s neck who helplessly thrusted his hips up against Phil’s naked dick. There were going to be countless hickies that Dan had no hope of hiding, and they both knew it.

“Everyone’s going to see these.” Phil laughed a little. “And they’re gonna know. Gonna know how much of a slut you are for daddy.”

Tears welled up in Dan’s eyes. He wanted, no, needed, to get fucked so badly. Mustering up his courage, he kissed Phil on the lips in such an intimate way that took them both by surprise.

“Please.”

With that, Phil decided he had teased him enough. He set him down and turned him around. Judging from how loose he was earlier, Phil makes the judgment call to skip stretching. Plus, it didn’t seem like either of them could wait any longer.

He aligned himself with Dan’s entrance and waited. Dan’s small nod was all he needed to carefully push himself in. It felt so good and tight that it took Phil every ounce of self control to not start fucking him right away. Instead, he let Dan adjust. When he finally started moving himself on Phil’s cock, he trusted roughly.

“Oh god.” Dan moaned. “Yeah, just like that. Come on Daddy, make me sorry.”

Phil growled and began thrusting quicker and harder than before. This drew out a string of little ‘uh’s from Dan with each snap of his hips. Neither of them could believe this was happening. Phil especially was mind blown. He had the boy who made his life miserable bouncing on his cock, begging for more and whimpering his name.

“Such a good boy.” He praised, letting his hands roam Dan’s chest.

Dan moaned at the compliment and Phil’s eyes widened. He had a praise kink. With this new knowledge, he grabbed a fistful of Dan’s hair and quickened his pace, showering him in praise.

“You’re so good for daddy, yeah? Look at you, so pretty on my cock. Like you were made for it. Think you can ride Daddy?”

Dan nodded quickly and Phil pulled out. He laid down on the dirty floor of the janitor’s closet while Dan climbed on top of him. He took about a million mental images as Dan, known homophobe, sank down on his cock. He eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started bouncing up and down.

“So good Daddy, your cock fills me up so nicely.” He whined. “Feels so good.”

“That’s my pretty little cockslut.” Phil groaned, thrusting up to meet his bounces. “Aren’t you.”

He suddenly hit Dan’s prostate and he let out a long, high-pitched whine. His whole body shook and didn’t stop Phil continued to assault his sweet spot. Unable to take it anymore, he fell forwards onto Phil’s chest who held him as he continued to fuck him. Neither boys had ever felt something so good before.

Devin was nothing like this. He didn’t like to submit and was never this responsive. Dan, however, seemed to feel every touch five times harder than it actually was. He fucked himself on Phil’s cock like he would die if he didn’t. Phil didn’t know how much longer he could hold up.

“Daddy, I’m so close!” Dan choked out. “Please!”

“Touch yourself, baby boy. Touch yourself for daddy.”

When he started to jerk himself off, Phil held Dan’s hips still and rapidly drilled into Dan’s prostate. Dan screamed so loud it sounded like someone was getting murdered. It was too much for the brunette to handle as he was cumming on both of them. Phil followed soon after, cumming right into his ass.

The both sat there for a moment in post-orgasm bliss. Then Phil pulled out of Dan and crawled out from under him. The younger boy watched in astonishment as Phil got dressed and headed for the door. He left the homophobic boy sitting on the ground, naked alone, with his cum streaming out of his ass.

That’ll teach him a lesson.

[blissedoutphil]

Lollipop

Prompt: Dan sucks on a lollipop and it turns Phil on and Dan teases Phil and acts like he doesn’t notice and it leads to punishment [x]

So i saw this prompt on phanfic, wrote half of it, forgot about it for months thanks to uni, and now i’ve finally completed it omg. It’s my first phan smut omg so I’m sorry if there were many mistakes! Do give me feedback <3

2260 words wow i didnt expect it to be this long lmao

Dan really didn’t intend to do it at first. He just wanted a sweet snack, and found a bag of lollipops that were given by their fans from tatinof. So he grabbed the strawberry flavoured lollipop and began sucking on it. How else was he supposed to eat a lollipop anyway?

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[daddykinkdanny-deactivated20170]

Tbh I jus need pastel/religious Dan getting caught fucking punk Phil and being an adorable blushing mess

A hc where both of them are punk but Dan dresses more fem and wears makeup and lots feminization and a praise kink?

🎀 Dan was nervous. He was on his way to his boyfriend Phil’s house, wearing a skirt, thigh highs, and a bit of makeup too. He hadn’t ever done anything like that before, but Phil mentioned his interest in Dan wearing something like that, and he wanted to make his daddy happy.

🎀 He had to change in the school bathroom because his parents would kill him if they even knew he owned a skirt, let alone had a boyfriend. He couldn’t help but feel guilty and complacent, as just like his parents, he was very religious and innocent. But his need for his boyfriend to fuck him overpowered his guilt and he knocked on his boyfriend’s door.

🎀 Phil opened the door and raked his wide eyes over Dan’s body, soaking in every inch of his beautiful baby. “Dan… fuck.” Dan blushed and pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands. “Can I come in?”. Phil nodded speechlessly, making Dan giggle.

🎀 Dan walked in and made his way up the stairs and into Phil’s room, Phil following closely behind. Dan sat on the edge of Phil’s bed obediently, waiting for instruction. Phil’s eyes darkened with lust as he made his way over to Dan, laying him down gently and getting on top of him. He ran his hands over Dan’s thighs and smirked. “Look so pretty, princess. All dressed up for daddy.”

🎀 Dan keened into Phil’s touch, already getting desperate. Phil took his wrists and pinned them above his head, kissing him roughly. Dan whimpered into the kiss and became pliant and submissive under Phil’s control. Phil sucked on his bottom lip and licked into his mouth. Phil took one of his hands and ghosted his fingers over Dan’s nipple, making him whine.

🎀 He whined even louder as Phil tugged and pinched his nipple, arching his back into his touch. “Oh, daddy.” Phil smirked and did it again, making Dan choke out a moan. He bucked his hips up into Phil’s, whimpering at the friction. Phil rolled his hips down into Dan’s, smirking at his baby’s pretty noises.

🎀 Dan was getting desperate, gasping for more. Phil moved to his neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. He nibbled Dan’s earlobe and whispered into his ear. “What do you want, baby?”. Dan whined and bucked his hips up. “I-I want you, daddy. Want your cock, want you to fuck me. Please daddy, need you so badly.”

🎀 Phil hummed and moved to grab the lube off his bedside table. “Anything for you, baby.” He ran his hands over Dan’s creamy thighs, admiring how beautiful he is. “Mmm, wanna fuck you with the skirt on, princess.” Dan whined and nodded. Phil lifted up the skirt and almost groaned at the sight of Dan’s red, leaking cock in his pink lace panties.

🎀 He rubbed over the head of Dan’s cock, making Dan squirm and whine. He chuckled and took the panties off, uncapping the bottle of lube and squirting some onto his fingers. He slowly and carefully stretched Dan open, going from one finger to two, and then three. Once he was sure he was stretched enough, he unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans and boxers, stroking his cock to relieve some of the pressure.

🎀 He used a bit of extra lube to lube his cock, and tapped Dan’s thigh. “I want you to ride me, kitten.” Dan nodded and got up so Phil could lie back against the headboard. He straddled Phil’s hips and lined himself up with his cock, slowly sinking down onto it. He moaned as he bottomed out, holding onto Phil’s shoulders as he started to bounce and grind onto Phil’s cock.

🎀 Phil held his hips and pushed him farther onto his cock, helping him move fluidly. Phil was mesmerized by how the skirt moved as Dan moved his hips, how it flowed and how it splayed out beautifully. He smacked Dan’s ass, making Dan moan. “So pretty for daddy. Wore this just to rile me up, huh? My pretty little whore. Wonder what your God thinks of you right now, fucking yourself on my cock, moaning for more. Such a slut, Dan.” Dan just nodded and moved faster. “Yes, daddy. Your little whore.”

🎀 As they were both nearing their orgasms, Phil’s friend Chris walked into the house. Phil forgot that he told Chris to come over to hang out earlier that day, and Chris was unaware of the events transpiring upstairs. He heard some noises but he just thought he was playing some intense video games or something.

🎀 Phil bucked up into Dan, grunting and groaning, making Dan bounce up in his lap. Dan finished first, cumming all over his skirt and moaning “ah ah ah” and “daddy”. Phil finished after, fucking up into Dan and pulling him down onto himself, releasing deep into his ass.

🎀 As they laid there, Dan on Phil’s lap, his hair curly from sweat, both panting, Chris walked in. “Hey, Phil, I- WOW WHAT THE FUCK.” Dan immediately shot up, getting off of Phil and turning bright red. Phil blushed a bit too, chuckling. “Sorry, Chris. I forgot you were coming over.” Chris sighed and laughed. “Of course you did, Lester. Is this that religious twink you’ve been fucking lately?”

🎀 Dan looked down and blushed even more. Phil laughed as he pulled his boxers and jeans back on, throwing a dirty sock at Chris. “No, you asshole. He’s my boyfriend Dan. Dan, this is Chris, my asshole best friend.” Dan waved shyly, going back over towards Phil. Phil wrapped his arms around Dan, kissing his forehead. Chris groaned. “Ew, first I see you fucking, and now I see this PDA? Get the fuck out of here.”

🎀 Phil laughed and kissed Dan’s cheek. “You can stay if you’d like, baby. We were just gonna hang out.” Dan shook his head. “No, my parents are gonna get mad if I don’t get home soon..” Chris’ eyes went wide and he snapped his fingers. “Fuck, you’re Howell’s kid, aren’t you?”. Dan nodded. Chris laughed. “Dude, not only are you fucking a religious twink, you’re fucking our town church’s pastors kid. You’re screwed.” Phil scoffed. “Once again, he’s my boyfriend. And secondly, I know, I know. Please don’t tell anyone, his parents would kill him.”

🎀 Chris sighed and nodded. “Alright, that’s fine. You owe me though.” Phil laughed and turned to Dan. “I’ll walk you out.” He kissed Dan gently and hugged him, whispering sweet nothings and telling him he loved him before he let go to let Dan go home. Phil sighed as he watched Dan get in his car to go, not noticing Chris behind him. “You actually like him, don’t you?”. Phil smiled and nodded. “Very much so, yes.” Chris slapped him on the back, and Phil laughed. “Enough with this shit, let’s go play video games or something. Whoever loses gets to be the one that tell Dan he forgot his panties here.”

[midnightskydan-archive]

Can you write a hc with 2009!Phil rimming 2009!dan with Dan being really loud and squirming

💕"Baby?“ Phil asked against Dan’s lips as they made out in his bedroom. “Can I eat you out?” He mumbled.

💕"Fuck. Yes.“ Dan whimpered, this make out session already having him hot and bothered. He’d never been rimmed before but just the idea had him quickly getting hard beneath Phil.

💕Phil chuckled. “Can you you strip down and get on all fours for me, bear?” He asked lowly, pulling back. Dan was tempted to chase his lips, but was far too eager to do what Phil told him. He pulled off his (read: Phil’s) t-shirt and pants, climbing onto his arms and knees. He was too excited to feel embarrassed about being naked with Phil still fully clothed.

💕Phil chuckled again at Dan’s eagerness. He positioned himself behind Dan and kissed him on the back of his neck, causing the 18 year old to shudder. Phil trailed kissed down his spine and finally right above his hole. Dan held his breath in anticipation. He was caught up in the fact that Phil was actually about to do this to him when Phil squeezed his arse. “God, you’re so pretty, Dan.” He mumbled.

💕Then Phil licked a stripe over Dan’s puckered hole and he legitimately cried out. “Phil! Oh god!” Phil just chuckled, causing his tongue to vibrate. Dan whimpered softly.

💕Phil continued to tease at his rim, licking around it and over his perineum. Dan was panting and pushing his ass back against Phil’s tongue.

💕When Phil finally pushed it past the ring of muscles, Dan dropped his head onto the pillow and groaned. Phil chuckled again at how easily Dan was falling apart. He licked at Dan’s walls, legitimately eating him out, practically soaking up the whines he let out.

💕Dan reached back with one hand to touch himself but Phil pulled away. “No no no, none of that, bear. Want you to cum just like this for me. Just from my tongue in your pretty hole.”

💕Dan moaned, dropping his hand and burying his face in the pillow again. Phil went right back to it, lick Dan out, shoving his tongue as far into Dan as he could.

💕Now Dan was whimpering and squirming. Part of him wanted to pull away from the intense pleasure he was feeling but most of him just desperately wanted more, grinding back against Phil’s tongue.

💕"Don’t be greedy Dan.“ Phil chuckled, holding Dan’s hips. He held Dan’s hips in place as he pushed his tongue in deeper, lips landing around the hole. He began to properly suck and kids around Dan’s rim as he ate him out.

💕Dan’s broken moans and whines were going straight to Phil’s dick, only spurring him on. He knew Dan had never been touched this way, and he wanted it to be the best damn thing Dan had felt. Besides Phil actually fucking him of course.

💕This seemed to work out as Dan was practically sobbing with pleasure. When Phil was able to prod at the edge of Dan’s prostate, Dan lost it. He practically screamed, cumming untouched, hips forcing themselves back against Phil’s tongue and lips. Phil chuckled, holding his hips in place, working him through it with his tongue.

💕Dan collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. “Fuck.” He breathed out, “That was- holy shit.” Phil laughed, rolling him over and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed.”

💕Dan was exhausted but there was no way he was going to sleep without somehow repaying Phil for that.

[twink-dan]

can you write glory hole but dan rides phil?

Heat.

Heat coursed through Dan’s abdomen as he tugged roughly on his cock, willing himself to come. He let out breathy moans and grunts, hips jerking forward when he finally reached his peak, and spilled his seed down the wall of his shower. He kept tugging until it was all out, leaning his forehead on the cool tile as he came down.

Truthfully, as good as it felt, Dan was tired of his lonely wanks in the shower in his bathroom. He wanted more. He wanted pleasure.

It had been a few days since he had gone out and tried to get a quick hookup, but it seemed no one was willing to get with him. He supposed that maybe he hasn’t been looking in the right place, up until some man told him where he could find what he was looking for.

The man was sketchy about it, not even telling Dan what the place was called. He just told him if he was looking for some action, head towards the far south of London until he reached a building marked with graffiti. The man explained that it looked like it would collapse at any moment, and he couldn’t miss it.

Dan wanted to go. He was that desperate for some action, he was willing to go to some run down place and get with someone there.

God, he was pathetic.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he put on a pair of jeans and a dark shirt, grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone (in case he had to call 999 because this place was sketchier than he was led to believe) and grabbed a cab to take him to the edge of the city. He could have walked, but it was raining and he rather not look like some drowned rat when trying to seduce people.

Dan told him an address near the place the man described, deciding he could just walk the one block over so the man didn’t question him or quite possibly know what he was doing. He paid his fair and stepped out, watching the cab drive off before he continued walking towards the place.

The man hadn’t been wrong when he said Dan couldn’t miss it. In fact, Dan wasn’t sure he even wanted to go in now. It looked like if he opened the door, the whole entryway was going to just cave in on him. But he was so desperate. So in need of something more than a stupid shower wank. So he went inside.

It didn’t look how Dan expected it to. There were quite a few people all over, and when Dan looked past the desk in the front, what he saw was … odd.

There were naked people - which was to be expected, he supposed - but it looked like they were fucking people whose lower halves were … sticking out from the wall? It was a place purely for sex. You come in and get fucked. Or do the fucking.

“What’ll it be?” the man at the desk asked, looking directly at Dan. “Fucked or fucking?”

Dan swallowed nervously. God, he hoped this place was reliable. “Um, fucked.”

“Oi, so you want a man then?”

“Preferably.” Getting fucked by a woman didn’t seem right, and it never turned Dan on to see them wear strapons

The man smiled, revealing a row of yellowing teeth. “Five pounds, please. And you can go down the left side here and into the third door. That guy ought to have what you’re looking for.”

Dan handed over five pounds and followed his directions, entering a rather small room with one, single hole in the wall. There was writing above it, and Dan got closer to read it. It said:

Knock twice

He did just that, waiting for a response. It came almost instantly, clearly from an older man.

“In or out?” the voice asked.

“Um …”

“In for sucking, out for fucking.”

Oh. “Out, I guess.” Dan hoped that was the one he was looking for.

“I was hoping that would be your pick. I’m clean, are you?”

As far as Dan knew, he was. “Yes.”

“Great. I can still use protection, if you like?”

Dan shook his head, only then realizing the man couldn’t see him. “No, bare is fine.” He wanted to feel the warmth of cum filling him up and dripping from his hole when the man was done. That was the kind of action he was looking for. He wanted to be dirty. He wanted it to be thrilling.

Dan began to undo his belt and remove his pants when he saw the biggest cock he had ever seen slide through the hole in the wall. It was long and girthy, with plenty of veins along the bottom. The head was a perfect mushroom tip, and Dan knew this was about to be the best cock he had ever taken. He swallowed nervously.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the man said. His cock twitched once, and already, Dan’s mouth watered.

He quickly removed his pants and went over to the cock, getting on his knees first to admire it. “Can I … have a suck first?”

“Of course.”

Dan was giddy. He wrapped his hand around the massive length, feeling it pulse in his grip. He stuck his tongue out and gave a small lick to the tip, feeling the man shutter. He gave it another lick and then another, until his lips were around the head, suckling. He took it further and further down his throat, swallowing it and hearing the man on the other side moan in pleasure. His cock grew harder in Dan’s mouth, and Dan’s own cock was throbbing between his legs. He couldn’t wait to have it inside of him.

He slurped on the cock, soaking it in spit. It was the best tasting cock he had ever had, and he wanted to suck the man into orgasm and taste all of him. But that’s not what he signed up for, so he pulled off with a loud pop, panting.

The man chuckled. “I thought I was going to have to remind you what you wanted. If you weren’t careful, I might have come undone. You give good head.”

“Thanks,” Dan said shyly.

“Ready to ride my cock now?” the man asked.

“Yes.” Dan’s words barely came out as he watched the man’s cock throb. He turned around and bent over, guiding his bum to the tip of the man’s cock. He reached around and grabbed it, placing it at his entrance. “I haven’t … done this in awhile.”

“The tighter the better,” the man replied.

Dan outright moaned at that, slowly letting the head of the man’s cock enter him. It burned as his hole was stretched, but he loved the pain the stretch brought. He could hear the man moaning as well on the other side of the wall.

“God, so tight,” he grunted.

“Mmm,” Dan moaned, feeling his cock enter him further and further until he was almost completely seated. He stood there for a moment, getting used to the fat cock inside of him before he slowly moved forwards and slammed back, his ass cheeks colliding with the wall. He could feel them jiggle as he bounced. Dan had always had a flabby bum.

He rode the man’s cock, moaning loudly at how dirty it was. He was stuffed full with a stranger’s cock, fucking himself on it in some building that looked like it was built in the forties.

Dan could feel the man trying to slam into him, but the wall was getting in the way. He could only hope Dan rode him quicker and harder. “Harder!”

Dan picked up his pace, beginning to sweat. His mouth hung open in a pant as he slammed back onto the cock, moaning when it his his prostate. “Right there!” he cried out, angling himself so the man’s cock hit it every time. “So close,” he panted.

“Me … too,” the man grunted, not long after spilling his cum into Dan’s stretched hole, bucking as he was emptying himself.

“MMM!” Dan cried out, his own cock slapping against his stomach as he released. He gripped onto his and tugged rapidly, having the best orgasm he had in weeks.

When he was sure the man was done, Dan pulled off his cock and felt the warm, sticky seed dribble from his hole and down his thighs. He ran his fingers through it, collecting it.

The man pulled away from the wall, taking his cock out of the hole in the wall. Dan whined as it left, wanting to have it more.

He heard a chuckle on the other side of the wall. “That was great. You should come back.”

“Please,” Dan whimpered. He wanted that cock again. He needed it.

“Maybe we can try something else next time. Maybe a little more sink on skin.”

Dan liked the thought of that. Very much. “Yes.”

The man laughed again. “Great. Just be sure you ask for Phil at the front desk.”

Phil. So he had a name. “I will.” Dan grabbed his pants and put them back on, not bothering to clean the cum between his thighs. He could still feel it slipping from his hole. Man, Phil had a big load. Next time, Dan wanted it down his throat.

Dan went to leave, but not before he could say, “For future reference, my name is Dan. Just so you have something to moan next time.”

Phil laughed loudly. “Dan. Got it.”

Dan left the room, only feeling slightly ashamed when the man at the front desk called out to him to have a nice rest of the night.

Yeah, Dan didn’t think he was going to have a problem with that.

~ lacey

[twink-dan]

if you don't write this fic i'll write it my damn self

okay shit guys all of you want the dentist hc/fic so i guess I’ll give it to you?? And hopefully it not be utter shit?? guess we will see. Damn u, Dan Howell, for having some dentist fetish.

Six months. That’s how long Dan had to wait in between dental visits. Unless something went horribly wrong with his teeth before then, he had to wait six months to get his teeth cleaned. 

For most people, that wasn’t nearly enough time for another visit. In fact, most people Dan knew, actually hated the dentist. No one ever had nice things to say about it except him, and of course he would be the odd one out. He actually liked going. As in, he liked getting his teeth scraped clean by his hot hygienist for nearly an hour. 

Phil Lester (aka, the hottest person in the whole dental office) had been cleaning Dan’s teeth for years now. Dan actually went to every appointment, seeing Phil often enough to have a causal relationship with him. They caught up during each visit, had a few laughs, and agreed to see each other next time. They got along so well, in fact, Dan wasn’t sure why they didn’t hang out outside of dental appointments. 

He was sitting in the waiting room, messing around on his phone while he waited for Phil to push open the door and say he was ready for him. Dan had to sit for nearly twenty minutes before Phil came out, wearing his turquoise colored scrubs and looking hotter than Dan last remembered. He had a haircut - fresh from the looks of it - and had more freckles littering his skin than before. He must be spending time out in the sun, he thought.

“Dan, nice to see you,” Phil greeted as he walked Dan to the room they would be using today. “How have you been?”

“Good. Great, actually. How about you?” 

“I’m good. I just got back from holiday, so you’re the first patient I get to see after my time off. Nothing like getting back into the swing of things with my favorite patient.” 

Dan laughed, rolling his eyes. “I think favoritism in the workplace is frowned upon,” Dan teased.

Phil waved his hand dismissively. “That’s only between managers and employees.The handbook says nothing about employees and patients.” He led them to a room at the far end of the hall, and closed the door behind him once they both entered. 

“You actually read the handbook?” Dan snorted. “Nerd.”

“Hey! I wanted to get hired here and that was a requirement, okay? Quit name calling. It’s unattractive.” He gestured for Dan to sit in the chair, which he happily obliged to. 

“I didn’t realize I was trying to be sexy. Here, let me try again,” Dan offered. sitting in some odd and really unflattering position on the chair.

Phil couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop that. Someone will come in here and get the wrong idea.” He dug around in a drawer for a paper bib, and clipped it around Dan’s neck once he readjusted himself.

“Oh, honey, I’m full of bad ideas,” Dan purred teasingly. 

Phil looked dead at him, an odd glint in his eyes. “Mmhmm. Just be good and sit on that chair while I clean your teeth. Or do I have to bribe you like I do with kids and give you a lollipop?”

Dan almost said something dirty in reply, but thought against it. “It’s probably sugar free since all you dentists are the same in trying to promote good dental hygiene, so no thanks. If I’m going to suck on something, it’s going to taste good.” Oops. He wasn’t trying to be dirty. It just came naturally. 

Phil cocked a brow. “Is that so?” He pulled rubber gloves over both his hands, wiggling his fingers a few times to get used to them. 

“This looks like a bad start to a porno,” Dan commented, cringing instantly afterwards. He should have kept that one to himself. 

“Please. If this were a porno, it wouldn’t be bad,” Phil fired back, pushing the rolling stool out of the way. “In fact, I think it would be rather good. Don’t you?”

Dan swallowed nervously. “I dunno,” he mumbled. He liked to think of him and Phil as some sort of friends, but this conversation seemed to be heading in a direction he didn’t think they should be having. Not in this situation, anyways. 

Phil pretended like nothing had been said, and ordered Dan to lean back, relax, and open his mouth. He did as he was told, letting Phil dig around in his mouth for a moment. He kind of wished that Phil would skip all of this and go straight to the teeth scraping, but it was clear that none of that was going to happen when Phil stopped moving his hand, only leaving two fingers in Dan’s mouth. “I’m going to try a different form of cleaning today,” he announced, leaning right over Dan’s face and staring at him seriously. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you like it enough to still want to come back in six months.”

“What?” Dan asked, his word coming out funny with Phil’s fingers stuck in his mouth. 

“Suck,” Phil demanded. When Dan stared up at him, he said it again. “I said suck, Dan. Don’t make me ask you again.” Dan’s lips closed instantly around Phil’s gloved fingers, and he began sucking on the warm rubber, soaking them in spit. 

Phil smiled wickedly at him. “Do you honestly think anyone around here believes you come here every six months for a teeth cleaning, Dan? Honestly, no one is that adamant when it comes to dental hygiene. You might like it, sure, but it’s not the actual cleanliness of it, is it? I have a feeling you just like things shoved in your mouth.” 

“Mmhm,” Dan mumbled around his fingers, still sucking. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll still give you that dose of pain you always crave when you come here,” Phil said, pulling his fingers from Dan’s mouth. Dan’s eyes were blown wide, and it wasn’t from the light shining directly on them. They were wide with lust. “You came here for a cleaning, but there’s all kinds of those. I think today, I’ll go with cleaning the body. How does that sound?” 

“W-What do you mean?” Dan stuttered. He could already feel himself growing warm. 

Phil smiled at him. “You’ll see.” He locked the door with a loud click, and walked back over to the chair Dan was in. He trailed his fingers lightly over Dan’s body, starting from his lips and ending at his thighs. Dan shivered from the ghostly contact. “I think today, I’ll have to clean down here.” His hands lightly ghosted the growing bulge in Dan’s jeans, and Dan let out a tiny whimper. 

“What do you mean clean it? It’s not dirty.” 

“Maybe not on the outside,” Phil said, resting his hand on Dan’s clothed cock. He pressed down lightly, then slowly added more pressure until Dan moaned. “All hard from a trip to the dentist’s office? For shame.”

Dan’s cheeks heated red. He had never gotten turned on at the dentist’s before. It was kind of embarrassing, only Phil was purposely doing this to him.

Phil removed his hand quickly, reaching over and grabbing the scraping tool from the instrument tray. “We should really clean your teeth first, though.”

“Phil!” Dan whined. “No.”

“I believe the computer said you were here for a dental cleaning, so I think that’s what we should do.” 

Dan groaned in frustration. How was Phil going to get him hard like that and then just leave him? “That’s not fair,” dan complained.

“And neither is life. Lean back so I can start.” He pushed Dan back by the shoulder, opening his mouth and scraping away at his teeth. After a few scrapes, Dan began to thrust his hips into the air.

Phil clicked his tongue. “I didn’t know you were such a horny slut who liked pain.” Scrape. “Maybe I should do this for a while.” Scrape. “Keep scraping until your gums bleed. And then I’ll tell you that you need to floss.” Scrape.

Any other time, Dan would have laughed at his stupid dental joke. But he was hot and uncomfortable. His jeans were tight and his cock was positively throbbing. He wouldn’t be surprised if the front of his boxers were soaked in precum already. 

Dan could visibly see the hardon in Phil’s scrubs, but decided that he shouldn’t comment on it. Phil was a dom, that much was clear, but he seemed like a rough dom, and Dan wasn’t in the mood to get rough. Not in such a public space. He would be far too loud and get them caught. 

“There,” Phil said, giving Dan’s tooth one, final scrape. “Now I can rinse.”

“Phil!” Dan groaned, shifting his hips. “Please. It hurts.”

“I thought you liked the pain, baby? All that scraping seemed to get you wound up.” 

Dan growled low in his throat, which prompted Phil to grab him by the jaw, and force Dan to look at him. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Phil let go of Dan’s jaw, lowering his hand until it found Dan’s clothed, right nipple. He flicked over it, once, twice.

“Y-You’re going to make me c-cum if you don’t s-stop,” Dan stuttered out. 

Phil chuckled. “I am trying to cleanse your body, after all. Unloading into your pants would definitely do the trick.”

Dan frowned. “I’m not trying to cum in my pants, Phil. I can’t walk out of here like that.”

“You’re right,” Phil said, pausing to look at the throbbing cock in Dan’s pants. He could see it move through the fabric, which caused his own cock to throb as well. He was going to need to relieve himself soon. “I think I know just the trick. Roll over and scoot down a bit.” Phil stood at the end of the chair, waiting for Dan to comply.

Dan did was he was told, curious to see what Phil was going to do. He was careful to not let his cock touch the table, fearing that the friction might set him off. Either that, or he would hump against it like a horny teenager, which definitely wouldn’t boost his confidence in front of Phil right now.

Once Dan had scooted down far enough, Phil’s fingers dug beneath the waistband of Dan’s pants, and he yanked them down, along with his boxers, in one, swift motion. The fabric rubbed right against his cockhead, making him moan outright.

“Careful, baby,” Phil said. “Or people might think the moans in here aren’t related to dental pain.” 

“I don’t care! Please, Phil, just touch me!”

Phil gripped Dan’s cock then, and squeezed it once, making Dan’s eyes roll to the back of his head from the pleasure. He gave it long, smooth strokes, deciding that he was going to milk Dan, making him cum right down the end of the chair.

He let one gloved finger circle his rim, but never entering. Dan was thrusting into Phil’s hand, moaning into his arm to keep quiet. As he milked him slowly, Phil pushed down his own scrubs, letting them pool around his ankles. His hard, aching cock sprung out, aimed directly at Dan’s clenching hole. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Phil said. “Just the tip. I don’t want to give you all the sweet things just yet.” 

Dan groaned. From pain and pleasure. It was bliss. “No stretching then. want the pain,” Dan panted. 

Phil smiled. “Sure, baby.” He lined up his tip with Dan’s hole, pushing it in slowly. He went until the whole head was caught on his rim, and he very slowly thrust in and out.

Dan tried to hump back into Phil’s cock, but Phil held him still with his free hand. “Want to be inside you all the way. So tight,” Phil groaned.

“So close!” Dan moaned, losing himself on the feeling of Phil’s gloved hand milking his cock, and the tip of Phil’s cockhead stuffed inside his tight hole. “Gonna … cum!”

Shortly after, Dan came down the end of the chair, cum pooling on the hard floor. Phil milked his cock slowly but surely, still stroking long after his orgasm had finished. 

Phil pulled his cock from Dan’s hole, feeling himself getting ready to cum. “So good. So good for me, Dan. Here.” He helped Dan turn around so his head was off the chair, right in front of Phil’s dripping cock. “Such a good boy for me. Here’s your reward.” He thrust forward, sliding his cock between Dan’s plump lips.

Dan sucked on the tip of Phil’s cock, tonguing the slit. It didn’t take long for Phil to shoot his load down Dan’s throat, some of it spilling from the corners of his mouth. Dan popped off, panting, not paying attention to the cum dripping down his chin.

Phil grabbed the bib from Dan’s neck and wiped it off, letting it fall back against his shirt. “Maybe that was a bad porno,” Phil said, laughing slightly. 

Dan rolled his eyes. “It felt great. Although, maybe less dental talk next time?” 

They both laughed as Phil agreed. “Let me clean your teeth, though. Don’t want you walking out of here with a broken record. And you smell like sex and cum.” 

“Alright.” Dan sat back upright in the chair, watching Phil change his gloves and Dan’s bib. He used the dirty bib to wipe the cum off the floor, and tossed it in the bin with the gloves. “Let’s do this at my place next time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Phil agreed. “Definitely.” He cleaned Dan’s teeth quickly and efficiently, having to make sure Dan stayed awake for it. Apparently, sex took a lot out of him. He would keep that in mind for next time, when he took care of him after a scene. 

Sorry. 

~ lacey  

[twink-dan]

slime fic where phil uses slime as a fleshlight

please,, write that slime fleshlight shit you postsd about, even the concept of it is the hottest thing i have ever imagined

UH CAN YOU WRITE THAT SLIME FLESHLIGHT SHIT IT SOUNDS H O T

Slime foeshlight sliime fleshlight slime fleshlight slime fleshilight slime fleshlight 

Okay, I hear you guys. I don’t know how great this will be,,,,this is a wild concept, so if it’s shit, please pretend I never wrote it :’) also, I just noticed the prompt said nothing about using it on Dan, so i apologize if you wanted solo Phil. I didn’t read properly

Phil was finally done cleaning up the mess he had made on his duvet for his slime video, tossing his stained jeans into the laundry room. He huffed out a loud breath and headed to the lounge to see what Dan had been up to while he filmed.

He still played with the slime in his hands, some of it sticking to his fingers as he squished it. Honestly, he was surprised with the way it turned out. He didn’t expect it to look so well, let alone even function. And it glew in the dark! He was so proud of himself, he had to show Dan. 

“Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan,” he chanted rapidly. “You have to see how my slime turned out.” He rounded the corner and saw Dan on the sofa, scrolling through his laptop. 

Dan looked up at him expectedly. “Well, let me see it.”

“Ta da!” Phil presented, holding out the slime for Dan to take. Dan accepted it,  slowly squeezing it and watching it ooze through his fingers. 

“I’m impressed,” Dan told him, still playing with it. “It turned out really well. But was the glitter necessary?”

“Um, yeah,” Phil said as if that was obvious. “And look.” He flipped the light switch, submerging them in darkness. The only thing glowing being the slime and Dan’s computer screen. 

“Oh my god,” Dan breathed. “This is amazing!”

“I know! Thanks.” He left the lights off and sat down next to Dan, watching the blue, glowing slime mould beneath his fingers. “I just don’t know what I should do with it now. I’d hate to toss it out, but I have no other use for it.”

“Hmm,” Dan hummed, eyes still transfixed on the goop. “I dunno.” 

Phil watched Dan, and noticed the way his body relaxed as he played with it. He looked like he was slipping away from reality, which very rarely happened. Only sex ever caused him to be this way, and even then, it had to be mind blowing. Dan always had a good grip. But for some reason, it was slipping. “Dan?”

“Mmm?”

Before Phil could even tell him what he was thinking, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The thought alone was enough to turn him on, and he could only imagine how much better it would feel if Dan actually allowed Phil to do what he was thinking. “Can I … Can I see that? I want to try something.”

“Mmmhmm.” Dan was slipping further and further away, even as he handed Phil the slime. 

Phil took it gently from Dan’s hands and set it on the table, ignoring the small grunt that came from Dan. “Shh, you’ll see.” He slowly leaned over Dan and shoved the laptop away, pressing his lips to Dan’s. He tasted the saltiness of them and licked over them more. A soft moan escaped from the both of them, and Phil could feel his cock growing.

He slid his hand down Dan’s thighs, and went back up, feeling his cock through his jeans. “This okay?” he murmured, fiddling with the button.

“Yes,” Dan breathed, gasping as he felt the rough material of his jeans slide over his cock. His boxers went with them, and soon, his pants were pooled around his ankles, his hot, throbbing cock exposed to the slightly chilly air. It distended in length a little and curved upwards towards his belly. 

Phil stared at his, mouth salivating like it did every time he got to see Dan’s cock.It wasn’t as big as his own, a little on the average side, but it was perfect to him. “Wanna edge you. Is that okay?”

Dan nodded his head quickly, wanting to feel Phil’s hand on his cock. 

Phil chuckled. “I want to use something else to edge you, is that okay?” When Dan nodded again, Phil smiled and very slowly gave Dan’s cock one stroke. The younger’s thighs twitched, and a small gasp escaped his lips.

“I hope you like it,” Phil said before climbing off Dan and reaching for the slime on the table. It had grown cool from not being touched, and Phil made sure not to get it too warm with his hands as he stretched it out, and very carefully wrapped it around Dan’s now leaking cock. 

Dan jumped in his seat, gasping out a “Phil!”

“Relax,” Phil cooed. “Just like a fleshlight, just a little more gooey when you first use it.” He moved the smile up and down along Dan’s shaft, watching Dan as he threw his head back and bucked his hips into the slime. They were still sitting in the dark, Dan’s laptop screen long shut off now, making the glittery slime the only light in the room. It wasn’t pitch black - Phil could still see Dan’s face and see the way his mouth hung open in a small pant, and see the way his cock poked out from the end of the slime.

He picked up speed now, twisting it and stroking it, waiting for Dan to get to the point of no return when he yanked the slime away, and watched Dan’s cock twitch up and down and spurt out cum onto his lower belly. He watched Dan’s ruined orgasm and waited until it was done before putting the slime back on his cock, and working it over it again.

“Phil, no! Too much!” Dan whined, hips still thrusting into the air.

“One more time, baby. I won’t ruin this one.”

Dan groaned and grunted, feeling positively pleasured. He had no idea the slime would feel this wonderful on his cock, and he briefly thought about never using a fleshlight again. This felt so much better. “Almost … gonna cum … again!” He groaned as Phil worked the slime through his second orgasm, this time, Phil stroking him until completion. “Please,” Dan whined.

Phil removed the slime and tossed it back on the table, using his own shirt to wipe Dan down. “You looked so good.”

Dan stared at him, pupils blown wide. “Wanna return the favor.”

“You don’t have to, I can go finish myself off. I’m so close just from watching you cum for me twice.” His cock was twitching relentlessly in his jeans, and if he wasn’t careful, he would cum right then in his pants like a teenager. 

“Just let me suck you. Want to taste you.’ Dan reached for Phil’s jeans and quickly unbuttoned them and slide them down, watching his large cock spring up and out. He wasted no time putting his hands on it and giving it long strokes, feeling the way it pulsated in his hand. He shifted his weight and leaned forwards, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking like it was a straw. He wanted the cum. Needed the cum. Phil tasted so good, and the slime had made him so fucking horny, he wanted more. 

“Ah, Dan, my … god!” he grunted, looking down and seeing the sloppy mess Dan was making. He soaked Phil’s cock in spit and kissed it sloppily, taking it almost the whole way down his throat. “Keep … yes!”

Dan gagged on his cock and pulled up, suckling the tip and hollowing his cheeks out to create the perfect suction. Phil was cumming in no time, shooting his thick cum down Dan’s throat and along his inner cheeks. The boy swallowed it all, making sure to clean out every last drop by tonguing Phil’s slit. He couldn’t help it as he bucked into Dan’s mouth. 

Phil collapsed nto the sofa, defeated. “That was the best fucking blow job I ever had.”

Dan chuckled, wiping his mouth with his arm. “Thanks. And that was the best fleshlight use I’ve ever had. Don’t throw that slime out.”

“Only if you can give me another blow job like that again sometime.”

“Deal.”

~ lacey

[flowers-and-colored-hair]

Not Mine

Description: Phil is an Alpha that has a crush on Dan, who’s an omega. Unfortunately, Dan’s mated to someone else, someone that isn’t there when Dan goes into heat. Phil, however, is.

Genre: smut yo (I know the title makes it seem angsty but it’s good friends 👉👉[those are finger guns btw])

Warnings: sex and cheating

Tags: a/b/o dyanamics, alpha!phil, Omega!dan, cheating, anal sex, riding

Word count: 2k

Dan and Phil were what you would call close, yet far. They lived in the same manor, and spent much of their days in the company of each other, but they were very different. In the morning, Dan ate a gourmet breakfast on a silver platter in bed. Phil, on the other hand, ate a bowl of cereal before serving Dan said breakfast in bed. At night, Dan would take a long bath in a porcelain tub. Phil would fill said tub and drain it when he was finished. They’d known each other for the better part of nine years now. Dan’s Alpha, Trent, had bought him when he still a young teen. Phil started working for Trent several years later. It was rare for an Alpha to have another Alpha as his manservent as that line of work normally fell on Betas or Omegas. It would take a rather ambitious Alpha to hire another Alpha. He saw it as a sign of true power, to have another Alpha work under him. So when Phil was barely an adult, Trent approached his family. They were all destitute and were concerned as to how he would ever be able to support an omega of his own. The agreement was very clear: Phil was to work for him for ten years and in return, he would give his parents twenty thousand dollars every year he was employed and when the ten years passed, he would buy Phil an omega of himself. That wasn’t to say that Phil was treated like the other omega and beta servants. He was Trent and Dan’s personal manservant and had some power over the other employees. After all, he had been working for them for nine years now. Pretty soon, he’d be free and with enough money to have a decent life with whatever omega he’d be rewarded. Until then, Phil would do what he does every day. Wake up at the crack ass of dawn. He groaned as he got out of bed, sore from a night on the rough mattress. His morning stretches didn’t help too much with getting those kinks out. Then he started down the countless stairs to the kitchen. He unloaded the dishes, made himself some cereal, and had some small talk with the chef while he ate. Chef PJ was stuck getting up early as well. He had to make the perfect breakfast for Dan. Not that it bothered him, of course. The servant greatly sympathized with Dan. Like them, he had been bought by Trent and was more of a prize to show off than a mate. Not to mention, Trent was always gone on long business trips, paying no mind to Dan’s needs or god forbid his heat cycle. After the third one he missed, they were all sure it was on purpose so that he wouldn’t have to be a father.

Worst of all, everyone but Dan could tell he was cheating. Phil despised him for it. While his Omega was at home, missing his Alpha, Trent was off with random Betas. Every time he came back, Dan threw himself at him, only to loose him a few days later again. The day after Trent would leave was always the worst. Dan would lock himself in his room and cry for hours. The only person allowed in was Phil and each time Phil had to hold the crying boy, his hatred for Trent grew more and more.

If Trent wasn’t so conservative, he may have allowed his poor suffering Omega birth control or suppressants at least. Instead, Dan was left to suffer at home alone with a useless collection of toys, toys that would never replace an Alpha. “What are you making him this time?” Phil asked, watching Phil pile different fruits into the blender. “Anything with tons of protein and vitamins.” PJ said, scraping in some peanut butter. “He’s supposed to start in a few days and Trent is on another ‘business trip.’ Where are you gonna go?” “Probably to visit my parents.” Phil shrugged, mouth full of cereal. Whenever Dan went into heat, Phil took it upon himself to leave. There was one incident where Dan started early and Phil was still packing. The entire staff raced to find him and usher him out of the building. It was hectic.

That’s probably why Phil’s room is literally across the manor from the master’s. The servants’ quarters were already a long walk away, but Phil was situated at the furthest room at the very end of the hall. This meant that yes, Phil had to commute to his work place when he already lived in it. It wasn’t all bad though. Since Trent was normally gone, most of the staff started wearing Heelys to get from Point A to Point B. Phil didn’t quite have the grace for that, but watching full grown adults Heely around sure did brighten his day. “Alright, I’ll wash that bowl up.” PJ set the tray down. “Go take this up to Dan.” Normally, Dan would be waiting excitedly to see Phil. He was the closest thing he had to a friend. The day he was bought, he remembered crying and being pulled away from his mother. When he finally made it to the manor, Phil was the one to comfort him. They would talk and laugh when Phil cleaned his room, and when Trent went on one of his business trips, it was Phil who would be there for him. Today was different, however. Dan wasn’t waiting for Phil with that big old smile. When Phil opened that door, he was shocked by what he saw, or rather yet, smelled. The pheromones hit him like a punch to the face. Immediately following, his eyes zeroed in on Dan. He was on the bed, naked and thrusting into the air. His hands were furiously working he myself with a glass dildo. Dan’s eyes were squeezed shut, but he knew Phil had entered. Phil was frozen and shocked. There was no denying that he had feelings for Dan, and he was painfully aware of his place, but having him spread out on the bed was doing things to him that he knew was wrong. “Dan, I, you-” “Philllll.” He whined, speeding up his pace. “Please help me, I need you. God please just help me!” Against his own will, Phil started inching towards Dan. There was a part of him that knew he should run out, but that part was slowly diminishing. “Dan, I can’t, you have Trent and-” “No I don’t!” He cried out. “We both know what he’s doing right now, and you could be doing that to me.” Unsure of how he got there, Phil was at the edge of the bed. “You can’t consent properly right now.” Dan mustered up every bit of self control he had and pulled the dildo out of him. Then he scrambled up to Phil and started tugging at his shirt. “Please Phil. You know I like you, I always have.” He got on his knees and started kissing over his neck. “And I know you like me too.”

His hand roamed down to cup Phil’s hard on, causing the older man to frown. “See? You want this too.” Dan couldn’t control himself. He buried himself in Phil’s chest and deeply inhaled the scent of the Alpha. Then his hips, on their own accord, began grinding onto Phil. Phil knew he should have pushed Dan away, or told him to stop, but it took everything he had just to stand completely still. Everything about this was taboo. But when Dan stuck his hand down Phil’s pants, he shoved him off and back onto the bed. For a moment, Dan was worried he had gone too far, but that concern vanished when Phil climbed on over him. The moment their lips touched, Dan was grabbing at his back and pulling him down. With their chests connected, Phil could feel Dan’s heart pounding. He could also feel Dan trying to push his trousers down. “Why don’t you let me, love?” Phil growled, briefly getting up to shimmy both his trousers and his pants off. As he did this, Dan practically ripped his shirt off. Both of them were thinking the same things. If they were found, Trent would be bloodthirsty. Yet somehow, neither of them seems to care. Once completely naked, Phil crawled back on the bed, but Dan grabbed him and flipped him over. “I can’t wait anymore.” He groaned. “I’m fucking your cock.” He positioned himself above Phil’s prick and slowly lowered himself down, both releasing a breathy moan as he did. Phil could feel Dan’s slick around his cock and he loved it. After bottoming, Dan immediately picked up his pace, bouncing on enthusiastically on Phil. Phil looked up at the omega he’d wanted for years, fucking himself on his cock. He wanted to memorize how this looked. After all, he could get thrown out for this. Still, it would be worth it. He grabbed Dan’s hips and started thrusting up to meet his bounces. The younger man let out a drawn out high-pitched wine, grabbing Phil’s shoulders to stabilize himself. “Phil,yesyesyesyes, so good, please, yes.” He shrieked. “Please please please, Phil.” Phil reached up with his left hand and attached it to the back of Dan’s neck. Then he roughly pulled him down into a bruising kiss. Both of them wanted to milk this experience out for everything they could. “You’re so good for me, Dan. So perfect, so fucking perfect, wanted to fuck this pretty little ass for so long.” He grunted into Dan’s ear. “Phil, getting tired.” Dan’s bounces were slowing down. Phil grabbed the back of Dan’s thighs and pulled sharply so Dan fell on his back. He aligned himself back up with him and pushed back in. Now it was his turn to pick the pace. He drilled into the boy so fast and hard that the next thing he knew, Dan’s fingers were digging into his back. “Oh fuck, Phil yes!” He screamed. “Loved you for long, Phil yes, I love you so much.” Neither of them were in the right headspace to really comprehend the weight of his words. Instead, Phil nuzzled his face into the crook of Dan’s neck and inhaled deeply. Dan’s pheromones sending him into an even wilder craze.

Dan took one of his hands off of Phil’s hand to grab his hair. The alpha was shocked to have his hair pulled by an omega until he was tugged up to Dan’s lips. The poor boy had just been dying for a kiss. “I’m so close.” He whimpered. “Phil please, knot me, I’m begging you.” Instead of replying, Phil took Dan’s cock into his hand and began pumping it. It only took three strokes for him to cum all over the both of them. Phil buried himself as deep into Dan as he could before allowing himself to do the same. Dan winced as his knot swelled up. Trent had been missing for so long that he hadn’t felt the burning sensation in quite a while. The two just breathed heavily for a moment, letting the weight of that they had just done crash onto them. “Did we just-” “Yeah.” The two looked at each other before both breaking out in laughter. They were buck ass nude with Dan lying on his back, still connected to Phil. “I meant it, you know,” Dan said, propping himself up on his knees. “I really do love you.” Phil leaned down and kissed Dan softly. “I know.” “And???” “And I love you, too.” Phil laughed. “I’d say ‘my little omega’ but you’re not really mine.” Dan opened his mouth to say something when there was a loud knock on the door. Trent. The two boys looked at each other with matching expressions of horror. “You guys are so dead!” The two frowned at that. It wasn’t Trent’s voice. No, it was PJ. “The entire place heard you guys!”

[twink-dan]

Could u do a hc where phils a doctor and dans his boyfriend and they like roleplay check ups in his office. Dan pretends to be sick so phil takes his temperature (anally obvi) and when its normal phil spanks him so its like his ass has a fever ;). Then phil wants to "check his prostate ;););)". He basically just fingers him until he cums and then jacks off onto dans back after

Words: This is so hot. Maybe not my writing for this one though it’s not my best work but I tried 

The only time Dan ever really visited Phil at work was when he was there to bring him lunch. Other than that, Dan really had no use to visit the hospital. If he ever got sick, Phil was always there to care for him at home. 

Today, however, Dan had thought that these twelve to fourteen hour shifts, four days a week, were interrupting his time to be with Phil, and Phil would actually never know if he was feeling ill since he came home and went straight to bed, so Dan thought maybe he ought to go to the doctor’s to make sure he wasn’t getting the beginnings of a cold. After all, he was feeling quite hot these past few days and his lower abdomen had felt weird. 

Dan made sure to call the office and specifically request Phil, however. He used a fake name so he could surprise him. Not only that, but if Phil saw Dan’s name on his list, he might think something was wrong and come home instead. And Dan didn’t want that. 

He gathered his things and left the flat, hailing a cab to get him to the hospital.

Once he got to the office, he signed in and had a seat in one of the ugly chairs in the waiting room, hoping that his plan would go right. He just needed the nurse to guide him back to the exam room and he would be in the clear. 

Much to his luck, a woman opened the door about fifteen minutes later, calling for him to follow her back. He did as he was told, answering simple questions and getting his basic checkup things done.

“The doctor will be here in a few moments. Just relax until he gets here.”

“Thank you,” Dan said, watching her leave. He lied back on the crinkly paper on the exam bed, and stared up at the ceiling. He hoped Phil wouldn’t be mad at him for this. And if he was … well, Dan would be embarrassed. He just wanted to spend time with Phil, but the short staff here was killing him. He worked too much and was never home to spend quality time with Dan. He was getting sad and lonely, and Dan was pretty sure Phil was, too.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Phil strode in, looking down at his clipboard and not paying any attention to the man on the exam table.”Hello, I’m - Dan!?”

Dan sat up, smirking. “Last I checked, your name was Phil, not Dan.”

Phil frowned. “What are you doing here? Are you okay? Are you sick?” 

Dan chuckled, despite himself. “Guess that’s what I’m here to find out.” 

Phil could see the mischievous look in his eyes, and suddenly knew what Dan really wanted: attention. “Hmm, alright.” He pressed the back of his hand against Dan’s forehead. “You feel a little warm. Are you?” 

“I have been for days,” Dan said dramatically. “I get so hot and both - I mean uncomfortable, I think it might be a cold.” 

“I can take your temperature, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dan agreed.

“Alright. I want to get the best reading possible though, because I don’t want my baby boy to be sick, so if you will remove your trousers, we can get started.”

Um, what? “Phil, wh-”

“Come on, Daniel. I have other patients to see today. I’m just trying to take your temperature.” 

“Yeah, but-”

“Do you want someone else to come in here and look at you?” 

“No.”

“Then take off your pants and underwear.” 

Dan swallowed thickly. What was Phil getting at? He didn’t understand what he was doing. Dan thought he was being a little cheeky, sure, but not like this? He took them off anyway, tossing them to the side. “Now what?”

“Bend over the exam bed. I’m going to put the thermometer-”

“Up my ass!?” Dan said, panicked. 

Phil laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Yes? It works better than putting it in your mouth. Like I said, I want to make sure you’re not really getting sick.” 

Dan wanted to tell Phil that’s not what he meant when he said he had been hot, but it was too late now. He would be too embarrassed to say otherwise. He bent over the table, feeling rather exposed. He and Phil had already had sex countless times, but that was at home, in the bedroom, where Phil was a sweet romantic and being gentle. This was a public space and Dan felt vulnerable. His cock twitched. He liked it.

Phil brushed his gloved fingers along Dan’s hole, watching it clench. He smiled to himself, lubbing up the entrance so it would be less painful. “Alright, I’m going to put it in now.” He grabbed the thermometer and slowly pressed it in, turning it on and watching the numbers beep. “Sit still. I mean it.” 

Dan did it best not to wiggle, but it was so little and thin, it felt odd. He clenched his hole so it would stay inside of him, not wanting to do this over again. He wasn’t a fan. 

When the thermometer beeped, Phil pulled it out and looked at the numbers, seeing that it was perfectly normal. It was then he fully understood that Dan wasn’t really getting sick, he was just being a little shit. Phil raised his hand and brought it down hard on Dan’s bum, a slap echoing throughout the room. He clicked his tongue. “Tsk tsk, Daniel. Wasting my time at the office like this. You’re not even sick.” He rubbed over the red handprint forming, smacking his other cheek to match. 

Dan let out whimpers at the sudden smacks, most certainly not prepared for it. “Phil, I-”

“Of course,” he interrupted, “maybe it’s not a fever that’s making you hot. Perhaps your immune system is fine. I think I might know what it is.” 

“What?” Dan whispered. 

“I’m going to do a prostate exam. See if that can correct your problem.” 

Dan froze. This wasn’t what he had in mind, but it also most certainly was. He just didn’t expect Phil to actually go along with it. Not in a million years. “If you think that’s best …” 

“I do. Let me just get some more lube here and we can start right away. After all, I am very busy today and need to see all my patients before I can go home.” 

Dan felt bad. He didn’t even think about the fact that he was only adding to Phil’s day and extending it. Now he wished he would have just stayed at home and sulked like he had been. 

Suddenly, there was a finger poking at his entrance again, this time covered in lube. Phil worked it around Dan’s hole, gently pushing in. A small moan escaped Dan’s lips, causing him to hide his head in the crook of his arm. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. People get this done all the time.”

Dan had a thought. “Your fingers better not be up anyone else’s ass, Phil, I swear to god.”

Phil laughed. “Be quiet and let me - oh, did I find it?”

Dan let out a wontan moan when Phil’s fingertip brushed his prostate. “Unngh, Phil.”

“I guess so. I’ll just have to rub it for a while to make sure it’s fine.”

Dan knew that he made that up. Prostate exams didn’t last that long, let alone be carried out like this. Now he was doing it to tease him. He knew it. “Phil,” Dan whined. His cock was throbbing against the side of the exam bed, desperate for attention. “Please touch me.”

Phil clicked his tongue. “That’s very unprofessional, Dan. I’m your doctor.”

“You’re my boyfriend!” he cried.

“Not right now I’m not. My boyfriend would never come to my work and tease me like this.”

Tears stung Dan’s eyes. Phil’s finger felt so good rubbing against his prostate in slow, circular motions, but this pulsing dick was screaming otherwise. It begged to be touched, and if Phil wasn’t going to do something about it, then he would. He reached beneath him to grab his cock, when Phil’s free hand clamped down on Dan’s wrist. 

“This is a medical examination, Howell. Not a self-pleasuring session.”

“Phil!”

“No,” he said sternly, slapping his hand down on Dan’s ass again. “We will finish this on my terms, which means no touching your cock. Leave it.” He rubbed at Dan’s spot quicker now, listening to the broken moans that came out of Dan’s mouth. 

Dan pushed back on Phil’s finger, wishing there was more than just the long, nimble thing in his hole. He could feel the heat churning in his belly, growing hotter with every rub. “Phil, I think I’m …” 

“Do it, Dan. Do what you came here to do in the first place.” 

Dan wasn’t even sure what that was anymore. Pleasure coursed through his body, rendering him unable to speak. Cum spurted from his throbbing cock, spilling down the side of the exam bed as Phil relentlessly poked and prodded at his spot. 

He moaned so loudly, Phil had to clamp his free hand down over Dan’s mouth the muffle it. “I didn’t know you were so responsive to prostate massages,” Phil said.

“Me either,” Dan panted, standing up to look at the mess on the side of the bed.

“I’ll wipe it down quickly and then I have to leave but don’t think this means what you did today will be forgotten. I have to come home sometime, Dan.” Phil winked at him, wiping down the bed with a nearby tissue. “Go home and clean up, okay?”

“Okay,” Dan mumbled, still high off the pleasure. 

Phil quickly kissed Dan on the cheek before opening the door and stepping out. “Love you. See you later.” 

With that, Dan went home and cleaned up, hoping there might be a round two later. 

 ~ lacey

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Caught

summary:  “Phil, why are you sitting in a different location?” Phil reads off of the chat accidentally. Not even five minutes into the show and he’s already seeming suspicious. Nice. Phil’s cheeks tint pink and he hopes that it goes unnoticed to the people watching. He feels like he should care more about what he looks like, especially since Dan is kneeling just out of shot, mouthing over Phil’s growing length. (prompt here)

genre: smut

warnings: public kink, voyeurism (not rly tho is it), blowjobs, deepthroating ;)

word count: 1790

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a/n: heyoooooo this was a fun prompt, i’m so happy i wrote this. i also got really awesome prompts today so i gotta get on those. i’ll keep this short, but just reminding you that i’m updating The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty tomorrow!!! get hyped!!!!!! i hope you all enjoy <3333

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[twink-dan]

can you write glory hole but dan rides phil?

Heat.

Heat coursed through Dan’s abdomen as he tugged roughly on his cock, willing himself to come. He let out breathy moans and grunts, hips jerking forward when he finally reached his peak, and spilled his seed down the wall of his shower. He kept tugging until it was all out, leaning his forehead on the cool tile as he came down.

Truthfully, as good as it felt, Dan was tired of his lonely wanks in the shower in his bathroom. He wanted more. He wanted pleasure.

It had been a few days since he had gone out and tried to get a quick hookup, but it seemed no one was willing to get with him. He supposed that maybe he hasn’t been looking in the right place, up until some man told him where he could find what he was looking for.

The man was sketchy about it, not even telling Dan what the place was called. He just told him if he was looking for some action, head towards the far south of London until he reached a building marked with graffiti. The man explained that it looked like it would collapse at any moment, and he couldn’t miss it.

Dan wanted to go. He was that desperate for some action, he was willing to go to some run down place and get with someone there.

God, he was pathetic.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he put on a pair of jeans and a dark shirt, grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone (in case he had to call 999 because this place was sketchier than he was led to believe) and grabbed a cab to take him to the edge of the city. He could have walked, but it was raining and he rather not look like some drowned rat when trying to seduce people.

Dan told him an address near the place the man described, deciding he could just walk the one block over so the man didn’t question him or quite possibly know what he was doing. He paid his fair and stepped out, watching the cab drive off before he continued walking towards the place.

The man hadn’t been wrong when he said Dan couldn’t miss it. In fact, Dan wasn’t sure he even wanted to go in now. It looked like if he opened the door, the whole entryway was going to just cave in on him. But he was so desperate. So in need of something more than a stupid shower wank. So he went inside.

It didn’t look how Dan expected it to. There were quite a few people all over, and when Dan looked past the desk in the front, what he saw was … odd.

There were naked people - which was to be expected, he supposed - but it looked like they were fucking people whose lower halves were … sticking out from the wall? It was a place purely for sex. You come in and get fucked. Or do the fucking.

“What’ll it be?” the man at the desk asked, looking directly at Dan. “Fucked or fucking?”

Dan swallowed nervously. God, he hoped this place was reliable. “Um, fucked.”

“Oi, so you want a man then?”

“Preferably.” Getting fucked by a woman didn’t seem right, and it never turned Dan on to see them wear strapons

The man smiled, revealing a row of yellowing teeth. “Five pounds, please. And you can go down the left side here and into the third door. That guy ought to have what you’re looking for.”

Dan handed over five pounds and followed his directions, entering a rather small room with one, single hole in the wall. There was writing above it, and Dan got closer to read it. It said:

Knock twice

He did just that, waiting for a response. It came almost instantly, clearly from an older man.

“In or out?” the voice asked.

“Um …”

“In for sucking, out for fucking.”

Oh. “Out, I guess.” Dan hoped that was the one he was looking for.

“I was hoping that would be your pick. I’m clean, are you?”

As far as Dan knew, he was. “Yes.”

“Great. I can still use protection, if you like?”

Dan shook his head, only then realizing the man couldn’t see him. “No, bare is fine.” He wanted to feel the warmth of cum filling him up and dripping from his hole when the man was done. That was the kind of action he was looking for. He wanted to be dirty. He wanted it to be thrilling.

Dan began to undo his belt and remove his pants when he saw the biggest cock he had ever seen slide through the hole in the wall. It was long and girthy, with plenty of veins along the bottom. The head was a perfect mushroom tip, and Dan knew this was about to be the best cock he had ever taken. He swallowed nervously.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the man said. His cock twitched once, and already, Dan’s mouth watered.

He quickly removed his pants and went over to the cock, getting on his knees first to admire it. “Can I … have a suck first?”

“Of course.”

Dan was giddy. He wrapped his hand around the massive length, feeling it pulse in his grip. He stuck his tongue out and gave a small lick to the tip, feeling the man shutter. He gave it another lick and then another, until his lips were around the head, suckling. He took it further and further down his throat, swallowing it and hearing the man on the other side moan in pleasure. His cock grew harder in Dan’s mouth, and Dan’s own cock was throbbing between his legs. He couldn’t wait to have it inside of him.

He slurped on the cock, soaking it in spit. It was the best tasting cock he had ever had, and he wanted to suck the man into orgasm and taste all of him. But that’s not what he signed up for, so he pulled off with a loud pop, panting.

The man chuckled. “I thought I was going to have to remind you what you wanted. If you weren’t careful, I might have come undone. You give good head.”

“Thanks,” Dan said shyly.

“Ready to ride my cock now?” the man asked.

“Yes.” Dan’s words barely came out as he watched the man’s cock throb. He turned around and bent over, guiding his bum to the tip of the man’s cock. He reached around and grabbed it, placing it at his entrance. “I haven’t … done this in awhile.”

“The tighter the better,” the man replied.

Dan outright moaned at that, slowly letting the head of the man’s cock enter him. It burned as his hole was stretched, but he loved the pain the stretch brought. He could hear the man moaning as well on the other side of the wall.

“God, so tight,” he grunted.

“Mmm,” Dan moaned, feeling his cock enter him further and further until he was almost completely seated. He stood there for a moment, getting used to the fat cock inside of him before he slowly moved forwards and slammed back, his ass cheeks colliding with the wall. He could feel them jiggle as he bounced. Dan had always had a flabby bum.

He rode the man’s cock, moaning loudly at how dirty it was. He was stuffed full with a stranger’s cock, fucking himself on it in some building that looked like it was built in the forties.

Dan could feel the man trying to slam into him, but the wall was getting in the way. He could only hope Dan rode him quicker and harder. “Harder!”

Dan picked up his pace, beginning to sweat. His mouth hung open in a pant as he slammed back onto the cock, moaning when it his his prostate. “Right there!” he cried out, angling himself so the man’s cock hit it every time. “So close,” he panted.

“Me … too,” the man grunted, not long after spilling his cum into Dan’s stretched hole, bucking as he was emptying himself.

“MMM!” Dan cried out, his own cock slapping against his stomach as he released. He gripped onto his and tugged rapidly, having the best orgasm he had in weeks.

When he was sure the man was done, Dan pulled off his cock and felt the warm, sticky seed dribble from his hole and down his thighs. He ran his fingers through it, collecting it.

The man pulled away from the wall, taking his cock out of the hole in the wall. Dan whined as it left, wanting to have it more.

He heard a chuckle on the other side of the wall. “That was great. You should come back.”

“Please,” Dan whimpered. He wanted that cock again. He needed it.

“Maybe we can try something else next time. Maybe a little more sink on skin.”

Dan liked the thought of that. Very much. “Yes.”

The man laughed again. “Great. Just be sure you ask for Phil at the front desk.”

Phil. So he had a name. “I will.” Dan grabbed his pants and put them back on, not bothering to clean the cum between his thighs. He could still feel it slipping from his hole. Man, Phil had a big load. Next time, Dan wanted it down his throat.

Dan went to leave, but not before he could say, “For future reference, my name is Dan. Just so you have something to moan next time.”

Phil laughed loudly. “Dan. Got it.”

Dan left the room, only feeling slightly ashamed when the man at the front desk called out to him to have a nice rest of the night.

Yeah, Dan didn’t think he was going to have a problem with that.

~ lacey

[semelester]

Dan can totally get off from minimal contact to his cock and Phil’s voice; Phil’s voice in his ear, smooth and sweet and intoxicating, like rum-soaked velvet.

“Look at you, rutting against the mattress so pretty. You’re so needy, baby, like a fucking bitch in heat, isn’t that right?

Such a filthy, needy whore, hmm baby? Can’t even wait for me to fuck you.” He steps forward and Dan groans, canting his hips back when he feels Phil’s index finger brush over his hole.

“Your pretty little hole is twitching for me. Such a greedy little slut, Daniel. I could fill you all the way up and you would still be begging for more. God, you’re insatiable, mon petie sale pute.”

Dan’s hips stutter against the mattress, his fists clenching and his mouth dropping open. Fuck. He doesn’t know how or why Phil knows French, but fuck if it doesn’t send him into a series of full-body spasms.

“So needy,” Phil breathes. “Taking whatever I give you, like a good little slut. That’s just what you are, isn’t that right, Daniel? Master’s good little whore to use as he pleases?”

“Y-yes,” Dan chokes out. “I’m m-Master’s slut.”

“It’s always good when whores and dogs know their places,” Phil hums. “But last I checked, dogs aren’t allowed on the furniture.” He removes his hand and Dan cries out at the loss of touch, his mind struggling to catch up as he scrambles off the bed at Phil’s disguised order. He prostrates himself at Phil’s feet, arching his back in the way he knows Phil loves. He leans in, nuzzling at Phil’s shod foot. Phil arches an eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything,

He tips Dan’s chin up with the toe of his shoe, casting a critical eye over his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, watching his hips rock forward into nothing.

“You love it,” Phil accuses, his voice holding no real venom as he watches Dan with an expression of detached disinterest. Dan sticks his tongue out in lieu of a response, running it up the toe of Phil’s shoe without breaking eye contact.

“You’re so filthy,” Phil murmurs, and Dan nods. He crawls forward, settling his knees on either side of Phil’s left foot, his hands pawing at Phil’s thigh as he whimpers.

“P-please Master,” Dan gasps, rutting down against Phil’s shoe, bucking up and dragging his cock against Phil’s shin.

“You’re getting my clothes all dirty,” Phil sneers, bringing up his knee so it connects with Dan’s jaw, making an endlessly satisfying clack and sending him sprawling back against the carpet. Dan doesn’t make a move to get up, pulling his legs up into the air and bending his knees, leaving his dripping cock and desperate hole on perfect display. Phil steps forward, pressing the toe of his shoe against Dan’s heavy balls, rolling his foot this way and that as he inspects the dried flakes of precum that smear his lower calf.

“Disgusting,” he states, and Dan’s jaw drops open, his hips mindlessly twitching as Phil’s shoe presses its tread pattern into his balls. 

“M-Master, may I–” Dan chokes out. Phil hums, pressing his foot harder. “Yes.”

Tears sparkle in Dan’s eyelashes as he ruts his hips up with new fervor, legs trembling and falling to the floor, his feet skidding against carpet as he pressed up into the painful pleasure of Phil’s shoe.

“Th-thank you M-Master,” Dan chokes out and then he’s cumming, his cock twitching and his balls tightening and cum painting his chin and chest and stomach.

A few pearly drops slide down his abdomen, dripping onto the carpeted floor. Phil clicks his tongue, toeing at Dan’s spent and softening cock and appreciating the mess he’s made of his little plaything. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made, little whore. Clean it up.” Dan’s eyes are foggy but he wrenches them open, tilting his head to the side and eyeing the drops of cum on the floor. He leans over the mess, looking up at Phil with wide, shining eyes before extending his tongue and tentatively licking his seed off of the carpet.

Phil’s foot comes down again on the back of Dan’s head, grinding his face into the floor and his own mess.

“Loos at what you’ve done,” Phil tuts, sighing reproachfully. Dan whines, the taste of his own cum mixing with the grit of the carpet on his tongue. He dutifully sucks every last drop up off the floor, and Phil’s foot lets his head up after he’s swallowed.

Dan sits up on his haunches, Phil’s hard but still clothed cock right at eye level with him.

He opens his mouth to ask but Phil cuts him off with a look, his hands coming down to undo his belt and unzip his pants, shoving them down his thighs.

“Don’t you even think of getting that filthy mouth anywhere near my cock,” Phil growls, taking himself in hand and stroking quickly. Dan whines but obeys, keeping still while Phil jacks himself off, mere inches from Dan’s watering mouth.

“Open,” Phil calls shortly and Dan’s jaw drops wide, his tongue lolling out and his eyes fluttering shut, waiting for his Master’s cum. It doesn’t come.

Dan can hear the tell-tale signs of Phil’s orgasm, from his breathy curses to his drawn-out groan and he opens his eyes, wondering why he didn’t get his Master’s load on his face. He looks up to see Phil pointing his cock right at the floor in front of Dan, painting the carpet with thick stripes of white.

“Clean up your mess, Dan,” Phil snarls as soon as he’s sure his voice won’t tremble, and Dan’s cheeks blaze red as he leans down to clean Phil’s cum off the carpet. His cock twitches. Fuck. 

“Good little slut,” Phil says, his voice breathy, and when Dan looks up he can see the pride swirling in Phil’s eyes. Phil crouches down onto one knee, taking Dan’s chin in two fingers.

“Go brush your teeth,” he instructs, and Dan nods. He stumbles into the bathroom, beaming with pride. 

He was good for his Master, and that’s more than enough for Dan.

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[validdan]

yo my dude could u do a thing where dan is like pastel flower child beautiful baby and phil is like punk tats and eyeliner and all that and like,, dan is sucking phil off while he's like smoking (cigs or weed whatevs) and he does something good and phil just moans and he smoke comes out all shaky and strained with it and Fuck thx😎

i’m in a mood

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“Fuck, baby.”

Phil groaned, looking down at his boyfriend who currently had Phil’s cock halfway down his throat, and was sucking obediently.

Dan had visited him at work, knowing that Phil absolutely hated his boss and would need something to get him through the day. So now he was on his knees in the break room, sucking Phil off and gazing up at him was large brown eyes.

Phil tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, tugging him down farther on his cock and moaning. He used his other hand to take a drag of his cigarette, balancing it between his teeth.

Phil let go of him again as Dan licked over his slit, bobbing his head expertly and kissing sloppily up the side of his length. Phil moaned, leaning back on the desk, smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth.

“God, such a good boy,” Phil mumbled, holding his cigarette between his fingers and taking another drag. “Taking me so well, that’s it baby, take it all the way.”

Phil slowly thrust his hips, unable to resist. The wet gagging noise that escaped from Dan’s mouth combined with the way his pink lips were stretched around Phil’s cock make his eyes roll back in his head, and he moaned low in the back of his throat, thick smoke falling shakily from his parted lips.

“Good job, princess. Doing so well.” Phil groaned, biting his lip. “Gonna fuck your throat, angel.”

Dan blinked, nodding, not even pulling off completely before he placed his lips at Phil’s head. Phil took another drag, blowing rings and carding his fingers through Dan’s hair.

“Don’t suck,” he ordered softly, giving Dan’s hair a tug, and the pastel boy beneath him nodded.

Phil slowly pushed his cock all the way down Dan’s throat, savoring the sweet wet noises, until Dan’s nose was pressed against his happy trail.

“Good boy,” Phil praised, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, holding him still.

He watched as Dan’s eyes watered, dribble running down his chin, the outline of Phil’s cock slightly prominent in his pale throat. Phil made a soft grunting noise, holding himself there for a second longer before pulling out.

Dan gasped for breath, his lips swollen as he tried to calm himself.

“Daddy,” he whined softly when he could speak, his voice breaking. “Fuck my mouth.”

Phil groaned, smirking and blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Say please, kitten. Good cocksluts get rewards.”

Dan looked up at him, brown puppy dog eyes wide. “Please fuck my mouth, master. Wanna feel you cum down my throat, wanna taste you, pretty please?”

That was all it took to have Phil roughly gripping his curls, thrusting into his mouth, groaning at Dan’s noises. Dan moaned around him, sending delicious vibrations up Phil’s cock.

“Good boy, make me cum,” Phil breathed, his words coming out as smoke, his voice silky and strained. “Such a good fuck toy, fuck yeah, taking me so well.”

Phil held smoke in his mouth, the euphoria of the smoke heightening the feeling of Dan’s wet mouth around his cock by one hundred percent.

“Fuck baby gonna cum,” he moaned, the smoke escaping shakily with his words, his voice low and raspy.

Dan whined around his length, bobbing his head to meet Phil’s thrusts, and Phil came undone.

Dan swallowed around him before Phil pulled out with a soft pop, covering Dan’s lips with his cum until it was sliding down his chin. He moaned as Dan licked it up, swallowing every drop.

“Good job, princess,” Phil muttered, pulling Dan to his feet and kissing him sloppily, sharing the left over smoke between their mouths. “You’ll have to come by again sometime.”

[vanillasolitude]

Sway

Summary: Teasing Phil was the worst (best) idea Dan’s ever had. Cue punishments involving orgasms (forced and ruined), face fucking, orgasm denial, and choking. Dan regrets nothing.

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Smut.

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: Thanks to Aoife (@darling-phil) for reading over this for me! I’m going to go bathe in holy water now. Hope you like it :)

Prompt:

Tags: Smut, BDSM, kinks, pwp, dirty talk, suspension, forced orgasm, toys, vibrator, ruined orgasm, face fucking/blowjob, edging/orgasm denial, choking

(This is a sequel to Dangle).

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[phanpornhub]

(x) OK but?? Lil twink Dan physically not being able to take all of Phil and complaining bc he's a slut+Phil punishing him or smthinnnn

Ok hi this is my first fic on here idk what happened lol. I added some light dom/sub and spanking but I hope this is something like what you were looking for !! 

It’s not the first time they’ve done anything sexual – Dan had been surprisingly eager for a virgin, and they hadn’t dated for more than two weeks before he’d been on his knees for Phil – but it is the first time they’ve fucked. They’re less than five minutes into prep, and Phil’s pretty sure if Dan doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing right away, this whole thing might finish before they’ve started. 

“Phil, fuck,” Dan whines, his tan lithe body stretched out and twitching impatiently against Phil’s sheets. Like always, they’ve chosen a day when Phil’s parents aren’t home, thank fuck; Dan’s even louder than usual, his legs spread and trembling as Phil pushes a second finger into his hole. “Please, hurry, I want you in me, I want it, Phil.” Dan’s eyes are wide, a splash of darkness against the flush burning along his cheekbones. When Phil scissors his fingers, Dan’s mouth falls open around a wordless moan. 

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