Smexualphan

The Amazon rainforest is being burned, cut down, animals are dying, the sky is turning black and red, the color of the rain is changing, it has been 3 weeks already, yesterday, August 19th, the sky in several Brazilian states turned dark at 3pm in the afternoon. Nobody is doing anything, people in my country are celebrating, fans of this current president are saying this is a good thing for the country and the world, they are laughing about it. Where is the commotion, where are the people crying like they did for Notre Dame, this forest is the life of the world, this forest is our air, the home of many natives, where is the commotion, where are the journalists, where is the news. Jesus fucking Christ, spread the news, talk about it, debate about, alarm people around, do something, because in my country, we don't know what to do anymore, we are desperate. I know that people elected this guy, but there are people in this country that don't deserve this, that place, that forest is our oxygen, is the home of a thousand of animals, innocent people, help us. This is urgent

Hi guys.

First of all, I’m so sorry that this is the first thing to appear back on my blog. I obviously took a huuuuge break and then the new Tumblr policies happened and I just never made it back.

I hate that I’m doing this - asking for help doesn’t come easily for me. However, over the past couple of weeks, I have spent hour after hour doing calculations over and over again for my rent. I move into a new flat in September and the first payment for my rent is before my student loan comes in and… I don’t know if I will be able to make it.

I’m scraping together as many shifts as I can to try and get enough money so I can afford to move into my new flat but my bosses aren’t the greatest and they refuse to give me more because I was away at university for nine months.

If anyone is able to help (even if it’s just £1/$1) I would be so thankful. I understand if you can’t/don’t want too because I know that other people also struggle financially.

But if you could signal boost this, then that would be amazing! My deadline is August 31st and my paypal is [[email protected]]. Alternatively I have a ko-fi [https://ko-fi.com/dancinginthesunlight].

I love neck kink Dan

This is short asf

💕They were sat on the couch, watching a movie. Okay maybe they weren’t really watching it anymore. Maybe Dan had completely forgotten the movie and moved to straddle his boyfriend.

💕They made out lazily, Phil’s arms around Dan’s waist. It was nice and sweet, no need for any words. They were both obviously content.

💕and then Phil’s lips landed on Dan’s neck. A simple part of teasing or foreplay in most relationships, but not for Dan. As soon as Phil’s lips attached to his neck, Dan’s mind went blank with only pleasure. He bit his lip, breath shaky, as he tried to stay quiet.

💕Then Phil’s hand came to rest on the other side of Dan’s neck as he kissed and sucked at the right side. Dan hoped Phil didn’t realize how hard he already was.

💕"Can I leave a hickey?“ Phil asked lowly, nipping at Dan’s neck. “Fuck. Yes.” Dan answered breathily. Phil smirked and nuzzled Dan’s neck before finding a nice patch of skin, and sucking a hickey into it. Dan couldn’t help but whimper.

💕Phil continued leaving hickeys all over the flesh of his neck and Dan panicked when he felt himself cumming in his pants. Fuck fuck fuck, that was so damn embarrassing.

💕"Phil, fuck, stop, stop, oh my god, I…“ Dan spoke flustered, climbing out of Phil’s lap, blushing furiously. But Phil had already looked down to see the wet patch in Dan’s jeans. It took him a moment to realize what had happened.

💕Phil couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Aww Dan baby, that’s okay.” He promised, brushing Dan’s hair from his face, “That’s actually pretty damn hot, all from your neck?” Dan nodded, still not meeting Phil’s eyes. Phil brushed his fingers over Dan’s neck, watching carefully as he shuddered. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.” Phil mumbled.

💕Dan blushed but looked up, and Phil immediately captured Dan’s lips in a kiss. “Can I make you cum again for me, baby?” He asked, voice considerably deeper, and Dan nodded desperately.

Summary: Based off of Dan’s new video, Trying To Live My Truth, in which Dan likes to give Phil nonsexual blowjobs whenever he’s depressed. Word Count: 956 Warnings: smut, depression A/N: Thank you to Julianna ( @phandommother) for giving me this prompt! I wasn’t gonna do it but then I was thinking about Dan sucking cock in the shower and I just had to. I love you very much, so consider this a fic to show you how much I love you. You da real mvp. I’m never gonna get over this video. ALSO (forgot to add this as this was another reason i wrote this smh) I hit 15k followers!!! So thank you SO MUCH to everyone who followed me! i hope you enjoy this lil gift :’) i’m emo

Read it on AO3!

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Whenever Dan’s depressed, he doesn’t really know what to do with himself. It’s like he gets into this certain headspace where nothing sounds good to him, where nothing makes him tick except for putting various things into his mouth.

Mainly food, if he’s being honest. Or dick. Depends on the day.

The thing about it, though, is that he didn’t want it to be sexual in the slightest. All he wanted was to put something in his mouth and suck on it in order to relieve his stress. He was practically like a giant baby with a dummy, except he was a twenty-six year old man, and the dummy was a dick, but other than that it was practically the same thing.

Summary: As soon as Dan saw the mirrored ceiling in the back lounge of the tour bus, he knew he was in trouble. Word Count: 3378 Warnings: smut, barebacking A/N: Thanks to tumblr user, @7randomwords for the prompt! I suddenly got the urge to write this fic and ended up writing it in two hours which is a miracle considering I’ve been having writer’s block! This is literally just an excuse to write shameless smut.

Read it on AO3 

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As soon as Dan saw the mirrored ceiling in the back lounge of the tour bus, he knew he was in trouble.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop thinking about lying on his back, head thrown back, eyes cast to the ceiling as Phil pounded him to oblivion into the seat cushions. There was something wrong with him. Phil was going to judge him so hard when he found out, would probably tease him for the rest of their lives.

But that wouldn’t stop him from trying, of course. The one thing that he’s learnt from being in a relationship with Phil was that hiding his ideas would get him nowhere, and would most likely upset Phil if he found out Dan was hiding information. On rare occasions, Phil may even have the same idea as he did.

He waited until they were on the road, the stars twinkling in the night sky from outside the windows. Phil was sat beside him, a notebook opened in front of him. He was writing something, his glasses perched on his nose, eyebrows cocked adorably. Dan always loved when Phil wore his glasses, giving him a sophisticated look that made Dan weak at the knees.

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan. Word Count: 11,068 Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’) Title Creds: Cement - Citizen Read it on AO3

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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

A/N - This probably won’t be that good

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It was all really just a regular day for the two men. Dan would finish going outside to play Pokemon Go for a few hours, hung out with his best friend, Phil, for about an hour, and then they would both go to their rooms and go on the Internet or record and edit videos

Until Phil needed something from Dan’s room, and got a little surprise when he walks in.

It was around 3 in the afternoon when Phil finished filming and editing his new video, “The Yoga Challenge”, with Dan.

He noticed something was missing, but couldn’t spot what was wrong until he realized they’d been so tired out from the stretching that they forgot to do an outro

Phil just groaned and stood, before walking to Dan’s room. Why on earth did neither of them remember to do an outro?! You’d think after years of being YouTubers, they’d get the hang of it

His thoughts came to an abrupt stop when he heard whiny moans coming from inside Dan’s bedroom. Surely he wasn’t…

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” He heard Dan chant. He was in such shock and disbelief, that he opened the door slowly and quietly, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him. He was doing what Phil thought he was

Dan Howell, his best friend, had a finger shoved in his ass, presumably pounding into his bundle of nerves, and his other hand occupied with jerking off his length and thumbing at the leaking red tip of his cock

Phil found his mouth watering at the sight. He was too intrigued to just leave. He walked to the bed Dan was laying down on, and proceeded to shove one of his fingers in Dan, watching him shutter and let out a broken moan, eyes flying open

As the Dom continued to finger the poor boy, he slowly slid his clothes off, planning to fuck Dan until his ass was raw and sore

A few more thrusts of his finger before he put Dan’s legs over his shoulders and began to kiss at his inner thighs, a tent forming in his thin boxers

Dan whimpered and squirmed, silently begging for Phil to fuck him already. As tempting as it was, Phil had to ignore him and shut him up the only way he knew how

In one swift movement, he shoved his tongue into Dan’s rim and began licking. There was no lube around, so he had to use his saliva

His tongue slid in and out easily as he are out his best friend, watching as his face twisted in pleasure, teeth grinding against each other in an attempt to hold back loud moans

He waited just before Dan was crying out that he was gonna cum to stop, and look at what he did. His hole was red and wet, Precum pooled on his stomach, collecting in his belly button, and his hair messy as he had used a pillow to choke back cries of pure bliss

As Dan was just starting to relax, he heard a piece of clothing fall to the floor and a large cock slam into his rear. He looked up to see it was Phil’s length. He had to be around 7-8 inches, quite thick, and filled Dan up instantly

Of all the times Dan had fingered himself, he’d never felt this pleasured. He began to count every thrust, to try and stabilize himself

One. A moan slipped out

Two. There were echoes of grunts and groans

Three. Phil was getting faster

Four. Dan’s eyes rolled back

Five. Phil wasn’t holding back anymore

Six. He felt his climax coming

Seven. Sounds of skin slapping filed the room

Eight. He was so… So close

Nine. He was cumming. He released all over his chest and nipples, completely fucked out and panting heavily

When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.