AS LONG AS DANS UP PHILS ASS

prompt: candy + both pastel au / snorfulu words: 865 genre: fluff contains: food, kissing

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“Is that a roll of sweets in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?”

Dan woke to the shivery feeling of breath against his neck and a sleep-husky voice saying, “Happy birthday.” He weakly swatted at the face sending the air whispering across his sensitive skin, but smiled at the same time.

“You already said that at midnight,” he mumbled, not wanting to wake up quite yet. But Phil’s arms tightened around him and he turned in the familiar embrace to find Phil already wearing his glasses and a smile that matched Dan’s own.

“I know. But then we went to sleep, and now we’re waking up, so it’s like your birthday’s starting all over again,” Phil reasoned in a way that only Phil could. Dan wasn’t awake enough to point out the flaws in his logic, so he just snuggled in closer.

He lay there for a moment, letting himself wake slowly as he listened to Phil’s heart beating under his ear, then requested hopefully, “Mario Kart?”

Phil’s chest bounced Dan’s head up and down as he laughed. “You’re the king on your birthday. I am your lowly subject, and your wish is my command.”

Dan grinned. “My wish is to kick your ass at Mario Kart.”

Phil laughed again and gently moved from beneath Dan, getting out of the bed and putting on pajamas that indicated clearly this was going to be a lazy day at home, just like Dan had wanted. They’d go out with friends tonight, but the rest of the day wasn’t going to involve anything that involved real clothes. Maybe some things that involved no clothes, though. He eyed Phil speculatively, and Phil raised an eyebrow in response.

Dan got out of bed and pulled on a black t-shirt and pair of track bottoms, then followed Phil out to the upstairs lounge. Phil turned to look at him. “Your birthday breakfast order, Your Majesty?”

“Doritos and salsa,” Dan replied.

Phil nodded sagely. “Ah. We’re going for the healthy option this morning.” He glanced at the clock and amended, “Or this afternoon.” Then he headed off to the kitchen to raid their snack stash.

Dan collapsed onto the sofa and looked around. He loved the smoothly modern aesthetic of their new flat. No more creaking floor boards, peeling wallpaper, and leaking pipes. The new place felt much more like him. Like the new Daniel Howell. He was happy Phil had been so relaxed about the whole thing and had let Dan have his own way about most of it.

Phil brought in the chips and salsa, and for a quick moment Dan remembered the “fanfic” they’d recreated for one of the PINOFs. He chuckled, and Phil asked, “The fanfic?” It was eerie sometimes how in sync their brains were. Dan just grinned at him and nodded, then grabbed the game controller.

They played a couple games, taking snack breaks occasionally, and at one point Phil took a picture of him with his phone. Dan barely blinked, accustomed by now to Phil documenting his every move.

“You never used to bite the controller,” Phil pointed out. Dan looked at him questioningly, removing the device from his mouth where he had placed it in frustration. “You made fun of me when you first noticed that I do it. Now you do it all the time.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re a terrible influence.”

Phil shrugged. “True.” They both giggled. “I’m going to tweet this picture with your birthday message,” Phil announced, typing into his phone.

Dan grabbed his own phone and said, “Then I’ll have to write my own birthday tweet, too.”

Their tweets went up almost at the same time, and Dan shoved Phil’s shoulder when he saw what he’d written. “Nothing about how great I am? Just a picture of me being a dork with a birthday hat pasted on?”

Phil looked at him and bit his lip, looking uncertain. “Did you want me to write something more…”

But Dan cut him off. “No, Phil. This is perfect.” He smiled to show that he meant it. He knew when his mum called to wish him a happy birthday, she would comment on how impersonal Phil’s tweet had been in comparison to Dan’s tweet on Phil’s birthday, but she’d never really understood their relationship. She didn’t understand that, despite his degree in language and linguistics, Phil didn’t show his love through soppy words. Dan was the one who said, “I love you,” most often, the one who gave Phil flowery compliments and talked about him in glowing terms.

What his mum, and pretty much everyone else, didn’t understand was how “I love you” could be just as effectively expressed by a happy smile while giving someone a free hand to decorate the new flat, or a teasing whisper against a sensitive neck, or chips and salsa for birthday breakfast.

Ohohohoho Boi (I know this is new in the inbox but lookie) (and sorry but this was getting long so the real porn will have to come in the form of an eventual part two…?)

@cockwhoredan did one of these where Dan was getting the massage so check them out

- Phil’s muscles are so tense that everything hurts and his roommate/best friend Dan pipes up that he does work at a spa and gives the massages. So they agree that on Friday, after classes, Dan will give him a full body massage to ease his pain.

- Friday can’t come fast enough.

- When Phil walks into their dorm room that night, the lights are dim, soft music is playing, and Dan is humming to himself, sitting on Phil’s bed while he arranges an array of what Phil assumes are oils and lotions. “Hey,” he says without looking up. “Strip to boxers for me, yeah?” Dan doesn’t even seem to realize the innuendo of what he’s just said, so Phil rolls his eyes and undresses, neatly folding his clothes and setting them aside. “Come lay on your stomach.” As soon as Phil does, Dan straddles his thighs right below his butt and drizzles massage oil all over Phil’s back and shoulders. “Relax,” he reminds, and sets to work.

- He starts at Phil’s shoulders and neck, slowly working out the tension and humming along to the music again. Phil has to admit, it feels great and he’s more relaxed than he’s been in ages. Then, Dan starts working his way lower, and now it’s not so much relaxing as it is turning him on. He’s always been really sensitive, so Dan’s large, warm hands moving over his lower back going lower and lower every second, make him bite his lip and focus on not succumbing to the urge to do something about the fact that he’s half-hard in his boxers.

- “Relax,” Dan says again, a playful undertone to his voice. “Is something bothering you?”

- “I- I-” Phil stutters, blushing, only for Dan to laugh. 

- Then, of course, Dan starts playing at the hem of Phil’s boxers, and working even lower. “I’m not stupid,” he says softly, squeezing Phil’s ass. “I can tell you’re turned on. But Phil, if you don’t want to do anything, please stop me now.”

- Phil, meanwhile, is trying not to make a sound at how good it feels. He’s sensitive, and Dan is unfairly good with his hands. Somehow, he manages a nod and lifts his hips for Dan to slip his boxers off. The waistband catches on his hard on, making Dan laugh.

- “Oh, you were really enjoying this.”

sorry to end on a shit note but I’m bad with endings oops

Summary: Dan is in one of his moods, and Phil, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, finds a great way to help Dan relax.

———————- smut with bottom Phil

words: 4493

read on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11561976

Dan was pouting from the minute he woke up that morning. No apparent reason. At least not as far as Phil could tell.

When Phil woke up it was to the sounds of a grumpy Dan terrorizing their kitchen.

He was familiar with that noise, knew it all too well. He had no doubt what was waiting for him when he would eventually leave the comfort of their bedroom.

The angry sound of plates clacking made him sigh and burry himself deeper in his pillow, closing his eyes and willing himself to go back to sleep.

Dan in a bad mood was not something easy to deal with, and Phil had to be well rested to tackle the task.

(It may have taken forever, but I finally finished it! I really hope this is what you had in mind, anon, and that you enjoy this! Thank you so much for the request and for being so patient!  It is a little bit long, whoops.)

Word Count: Around 3,500

Warnings/triggers: jealousy, possessiveness, kinda mildly-dubious consent, there’s one part where Phil falls asleep while getting massaged but he wakes up before anything really sexual happens, don’t worry. Also, it’s always best to ask first if you’re going to touch someone’s butt, even if you’re in a long-term relationship.

Phil cries after an argument and Dan wants to make him feel better.  Tags: Smut, fluff, dom!dan, bottom!phil *** Dan kneeled in front of him so that they were just a few centimetres away from each other, then held Phil’s face between his hands and wiped the tears away from his rosy cheeks. “Oh, baby, don’t cry.” he stopped to kiss him briefly on the lips and then continued. “I’m so sorry about what I said before. I didn’t actually mean any of it. I love you so much. You know that, right? The only idea of you being hurt makes me out of my mind.” This time it was Phil who broke the distance between their lips. He wrapped his arms around Dan’s neck and pulled his bodies together as if the distance burned like ice upon his skin. Dan visibly relaxed in Phil’s arms and hugged him back tightly, resting forehead against forehead. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the faint blush on Phil’s pale skin. “You’re amazing. I don’t even know how you’ve standed me for so long.” Dan huffed half-jokingly, pressing his lips to Phil’s shoulder, who chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “You know what?” Phil asked with a glint of excitement in his sky blue eyes. Dan murmured a stifled ‘Hmm?’ against Phil’s neck as all response, slowly making his way up his jaw, creating a path of small kisses. “I’ve bought you Shreddies.” Phil smirked slightly, bringing their hips even closer and shifting his gaze sideways to see Dan’s reaction. The younger boy quickly raised his head to glance at Phil, a look of surprise on his face. “Really?” he chirped, eyes sparkling like a child in a candy store as he saw Phil nodding. “Aww. Thanks, baby boy. What else can I ask for?” Dan lifted his hand to cup the side of the older boy’s face, looking at him with his piercing chocolate eyes. He angled his head to press his lips against Phil’s once again, slowly moving his hands from his shoulders down to his hips. He could never have enough of him. He never would. “But…” he started, with the mouth still glued to Phil’s. “You know, cereal is not exactly what I’m craving right now.” Dan’s hot breath against his lips sent Phil shivers down his spine. A weak groan slip away from his throat as he arched his back, painfully trying to get even closer to the brown-haired boy. Phil thought Dan looked absolutely gorgeous with the lose waves of his hair falling upon his forehead. He timidly reached beneath Dan’s T-shirt to run a finger over his hip bone, flames spreading inside his stomach. Dan smirked maliciously at the sound of Phil’s rapid breathing. He was so fucking adorable, looking at him hungrily with pleading eyes. He eagerly flung Phil into the sofa and climbed up on top of him, gripping tightly both of his wrists with just one hand. “I wanna repay you for what I did before, and I’m gonna do it right now.” his voice sounded raspy and low, filled with lust. “Hmm. And what do you have in mind?” Phil replied, trying to look all innocent as he bit his bottom lip, which he knew drove Dan crazy. He knew how to play that game, too. Dan ran the fingers of his spare hand through the black strands of Phil’s hair and gripped roughly, forcing him to look up into his eyes. “Oh, don’t you play innocent on me, Philly boy. You know exactly what I’m gonna do with you.” He leaned forward to glue their lips together in a passionate kiss, starting a little battle between their tongues. Phil adored this not-that-gentle side of Dan that only he could see. Painfully slowly, he run his fingers up and down Phil’s stomach, stopping right on the line of his black jeans only to restart his way up immediately after, completely ignoring the obvious bulge in between Phil’s legs. He moved down Phil’s neck, sucking bruises all over his pale skin. Phil tilted his head to give Dan a better reach as he jerked his hips up. A mischievous smile crept over Dan’s face. It was such a lovely sight, having Phil beneath him, moaning softly while trying to escape the restraint on his wrists, craving the touch of his skin. But he would have to wait just a little bit more. “Please” Phil whined, rolling his hips into Dan, struggling to release his wrists from the firm grip of Dan’s hands. He wanted to touch him so bad, but he was practically tied down to the couch. He needed him, and he needed him right now. His light eyes were now cloudy in frustrated desire. “Please what, Phil? Tell me what you want.” Dan growled, a tone of authority in his voice. Nipping at the sensitive skin under his ear, he pressed as much weight as he could in Phil’s hips, grinding down on his crotch repeatedly. “Let me touch you, please.” Phil begged, looking up at Dan with wide, pleading eyes. Dan loved having total control over him, not only because he was able to make him do whatever he wanted, but also, and more importantly, because it meant Phil trusted him completely. Dan rewarded him with a soft kiss on the forehead, finally setting his hands free. Without wasting a second, Phil took off Dan’s T-shirt with trembling hands and ran his lips against his chest, clawing his nails into his back. Dan unbuttoned his boyfriend’s shirt with nimble fingers, then pushed the shirt down his shoulders and arms to finally throw it to the floor. Phil’s breath quickened as he watched Dan unclipping his jeans and tugging them down, then began kissing around the lower part of his belly. Dan looked up at the older boy and chuckled at the sight of him clenching the couch’s fabric, his knuckles turning white. He pressed his lips heatedly to Phil’s before standing up from his lap, then ripped his own jeans off with a quick movement. Dan held Phil’s hand delicately, gently pulling his arm to make him stand up from the sofa. Phil’s knees were trembling a little and he was barely able to stand upright. Dan absolutely adored how his boyfriend’s body reacted to his touch, unravelling under his hands. “Come with me, baby. I want you to be comfortable.” Dan breathed as he kissed Phil’s cheek lovingly, a tender tone in his voice. Phil nodded quietly, taking Dan’s warm hand and letting himself be lead to the bedroom. Dan took his time to light the fairy lights above the bed and burn a few scented candles to give the room a dim atmosphere. Phil climbed onto the bed, watching Dan pacing across the room with elegant movements. God, he looked so stunning with his golden skin illuminated by the candlelight. Phil bit his lip, eagerly thinking about what was coming next. He craved Dan’s touch like oxygen or water, he just couldn’t live without him. The younger boy turned around and threw a bottle of lube on the duvet before removing his boxers, his swollen cock pressing against his stomach. He kept his eyes on Phil as he drew near the bed, slowly stroking himself. Dan let out a quiet groan as he met Phil’s mouth with a hungry kiss, rocking his bodies together. The black-haired boy wrapped his hand tightly around Dan’s big cock and began rubbing his thumb over his tip, teasing him. He made a path of wet kisses all the way down Dan’s chest up to his dick, where he stopped to look up at him innocently while biting his lip, then started twirling his tongue around his tip painfully slowly, enjoying the sound of Dan’s dry moans.  Phil whimpered softly against Dan’s cock, taking it a little deeper into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down at a steady pace. He sank his head down even further so he could feel Dan’s cock hitting the back of his throat. “Fuck, you look so hot.” Dan groaned and gripped onto his hair to set the pace of the movements. Phil was gazing up at him with watery eyes, pupils blown, managing to somehow still look innocent while sucking him off. Dan moaned quietly at the feeling, watching Phil taking as much of him as he could down his throat, using his hands to stroke at what he couldn’t reach, gagging a little. He could swear to God that Phil’s lips were made for sucking dick. Sweat gathering on his forehead, he dug his nails into his palms as he started to get closer. Dan could feel the orgasm slowly building up inside of him. He didn’t want to cum yet so he gently pushed Phil, who finally pulled away with a playful smirk on his face, loving the fact that he was able to make Dan feel that way without any effort. “Okay. Enough playing around. Come up here.” Dan ordered, rewarding Phil with a sloppy kiss as he did what he was asked for. “Now I want you to take off those boxers…” he whispered against Phil’s lips, running his fingers through his waistline and feeling the softness of the skin beneath it. “…so I can fuck you hard” Phil obeyed without complaining, tugging his boxers and throwing them aside, not missing the soaked patch where he’d been leaking precum. His hands were shaky from the anticipation. He leaned his hips forward, feeling his bulge grind against Dan’s. He was so hard already, and Dan hadn’t even touch his dick yet. The younger boy placed three fingers inside of Phil’s mouth to lather them with spit, seductively gazing up at him with his creamy brown eyes. Phil couldn’t help but whimper imagining what was coming next. Fingers covered in spit, Dan started teasing around his boyfriend’s hole and then pushed one of them in all the way up to his knuckle. Phil bit the pillow in an unsuccessful attempt not to wail, a sudden mixture of pain and pleasure invading him. Dan slid a second finger, pumping them slowly in and out, enjoying the view of Phil squirming and curling his toes. He sped up his movements as he added a third finger, leaning down to kiss Phil, who couldn’t help but moan against his lips. A loud whimper escaped Phil’s mouth when Dan spread his fingers inside of him and involuntarily curled his legs up. “You’re so cute when you moan like that.” Dan teased with an evil smirk creeping over his face, gripping the boy’s ankle to force him to stay still, then trailing his fingers over Phil’s length softly. Phil was a sweaty mess beneath him, writhing in pleasure with his mouth slightly opened and his cheeks blushing. He was so sweet and adorable, Dan loved seeing him like that, crumbling at his touch. He desperately needed to get deep inside of him. Dan moved his lips to bite along Phil’s jawline, who inhaled sharply upon Dan’s bite, exhaling with a breathy moan. “I want you now, please, Dan.” he breathed, digging his nails into the mattress. Dan bit his bottom lip staring back at Phil, eyes clouded with lust as he leaned forward to meet him with a passionate kiss, pulling out his fingers. The younger boy crawled over the side of the bed to reach for the lube and coated his erection. He briefly considered a condom, before immediately tossing away the idea; they could shower when they were done, because he wanted to feel this.  “Say it again” Dan muttered with a taunting smirk on his face, positioning himself between Phil’s legs and pressing his length against his entrance. Phil squirmed in anticipation and breathed heavily. “Please, fuck me already.” The agonised tone of his voice made Dan’s heart soar. His baby blue eyes were watery as he gazed up at Dan, who pushed his tip inwards, letting a loud moan come out of his throat. “Fuck, I do love to hear you beg.” He forced himself all the way up Phil’s tight hole, aiming to the spot he knew drove him crazy.  Phil let out a throaty, loud groan as he felt Dan’s length filling him in one thrust. He dug his nails into Dan’s shoulder blades with force and began panting heavily, face bright pink. Phil wrapped his legs around the younger boy’s hips, desperately trying to get even closer to him. He met Dan’s neck with his lips, biting a path of bruises down his jawline, whimpering against his skin. Dan pumped hard into Phil, hitting his prostate and gazing down to see his cock disappearing inside of the older boy. Their lips met roughly in a hungry kiss, moaning against each other. The sound of the headboard banging roughly against the wall mixed with their rapid breathing filled the room. Phil made a high-pitched whine, pushing back and pleading Dan to go rougher as he bit his bottom lip. The black strands of his hair were sticking to his sweaty forehead as he panted helplessly, an intense pleasure flooding into him. He arched his back when he felt Dan beating faster, his legs gripping him hard and urging him forward.

“You like that, baby?” Dan breathed as he pushed himself deeper and harder into Phil. “Yes. Please, don’t stop.” Phil let out in one sigh, a moan slipping out his mouth, pressing even harder into Dan’s length.

Dan leaned to nibble Phil’s earlobe then slightly changed his angle, slamming hard into his prostate. Phil groaned loudly, feeling that familiar pull in his stomach telling him he was close. He looked up at Dan with pleading eyes, begging him to touch his unattended cock. Dan pecked a gentle kiss to Phil’s forehead and did what he was asked for, rapidly stroking Phil’s length as he was still thrusting hard into him. He just couldn’t say no to Phil’s begs. The sight of Phil underneath him, sweaty and softly mumbling his name went straight to Dan’s cock, who could feel his oncoming orgasm burning through his body.

thanks to phil lester the living legend who took screenshots of their old skype calls all the time cuz they were young n gross n cute n in love n he wanted to cherish those moments forever.. we know some of their skype shenanigans included but were not limited to:

deep convos with dans childhood doggo

more deep convos with dans bear probably when dan had to get up to go do something

guitar hero for hours probably (im sure dan used to play cheesy songs that still bring back memories to this day)

dan doing some weird shit and acting out skits most likely bc he was and still is a dramatic theater kid and phil was always super entertained by them

danisabear

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester, Dan Howell & Phil Lester Characters: Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Original Characters Additional Tags: Phan Smut, Smut, Top Dan Howell, Bottom Phil Lester Summary:

Yes you can

- When he doesn’t get what he wants, Phil is downright whiny. He’s a little bit of a powerbottom, too, saying things like, “What the fuck are you even doing, Dan? Harder,” and “I swear to god if you don’t make me see stars I will not have sex with you for a week.”

- He’s basically a cocky little shit until Dan gets a vibe in him or hits that one spot and then he’s a whining, moaning, desperate little whore. He’s usually too proud to beg, but after a while, it’s like the only word he knows is please. Or sometimes Daddy, but not always.

- The first time Dan fucked him to a second orgasm he cried because it felt so good, and now, he still sobs when he’s overstimulated because he can’t really do anything else but accept the pleasure and whimper

Send us your sins

Description: Dan starts talking to Phil and they agree to meet up at Phil’s home in Manchester.

Tags: Bottom!Phil; Top!Dan; Riding; Frottage

A/N: *You don’t have to read the parts in order!!*

I - II

Phil nods absently and turns towards the dresser again before dropping his towel.

Fuck, fuck.

I choke down a gasp of surprise while Phil pulls a plaid shirt on.

His skin almost glows in his pale demeanor and his ass is perfect, something I can’t help think about having bent over the nearest object.

Title: Your lips feel warm to the touch 

Summary: Turns out listening to music full volume while having sex is not such a good idea as you don’t hear when someone gets in your house. 

(Or Phan fucking to Drones by Muse get caught by their landlord)

Genre: porn

Words: 843 

What to expect: gay sex, caught/interrupted, song lyrics, top!dan

Warnings: Food mention, and yeah, sex, I think nothing else

A/N: I literally wrote this in june last year when Drones came out why am I publishing this now the world may never know I’m such a mess sorry