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How Dan fucks VS How Phil fucks


  • Almost always starts innocently with cuddles. 
  • Phil thinks he is being sneaky when he starts kissing your neck.
  • “Philip Lester. What are you doing?” “Just given you a little love.”
  •  Wondering hands. Always running up and down your thighs.
  • He always makes an adorable little squeak when your hands find the hair at the nape of his neck giving a little pull. 
  • Phil always whispering little nothings in your ear before pulling you by the wrist to his room.
  • Being impatient when it comes to try and get your shirt and bra off. 
  • Kisses all along your collarbones and the top of your chest.
  • So many kisses everywhere. It can be a bit overwhelming to the senses when its like he is praising every inch of you.
  • He becomes unable to find any of his words when you’re giving him head.
  • His hands are in your hair making sure to keep any rogue hair out of your face.
  • “What a beautiful woman.” 
  • Phil making you stop because he doesn’t want to cum yet. Especially when he hasn't had the opportunity to give you any pleasure.
  • When the two of you finally get comfortable you are sitting on Phil’s lap facing him. 
  • “Love to watch your face. And kiss it.” 
  • Always starting off slow then becoming a bit messy with pace as you rest your hands on his shoulder meeting his thrusts with your own.
  • Actually swearing when he is being so intimate with you. 
  • “Loves to hold onto your ass giving a squeeze as he helps lift you up and down. 
  • Begging for you to cum as he rubs strong circles on your bundle of nerves. 
  • “Cum for me love. Need to see that pretty face.” 
  • Needing to kiss Phil to try and muffle some of your moans and cries to try and not disturb the neighbours.
  • Phil biting and then kissing into your shoulder as he releases his own buildup. 
  • “I fucking love you.” “Love you more.” 
  • Always having to push his hair off if his slightly sweaty face. 
  • Finishing the night off with a warm bath and some cuddles.


  • Loves teasing. You giggling and hitting his chest calling him names only makes him more riled up.
  • Dan loves to give you hickeys. You told him that it’s kinda weird that he enjoys giving them so much as he isn’t a sixteen-year-old boy.”Love to see them in the morning on your skin. Then the world will know you are mine.”
  • You definitely can’t help yourself from kissing along his jaw up to his dimples. 
  • When Dan finally has enough of the teasing and touching he whispers in your ear.“Here on the couch or in the bed?” You, of course, hitting him in the chest as you look back at him and then back to Phil who is sitting on the other side of the room.”So here?”
  • Once the two of you get to his room he immediately pushes you on the bed. Making you giggle as he hovers over you kissing your cheeks to make you laugh more.
  • Both of your clothes being tossed every which way around the room. 
  • Always a fight for dominance when making out. 
  • When the two of you finally get comfortable Dan can’t help but tease your entrance with the tip of his cock making you wait in agony.
  • Always making sure to start off with deep long thrusts making sure to hit your G-spot repeatedly.
  • The both of you using all the swears that the two of you know. 
  • Giving little spanks to your bum when you’re bent over. 
  • Dan making sure that you cum first. “I know you want the release love. Cum for me. Cum on me. Love to feel you on my cock.”
  • His name so easily leaving your lips repeatedly.
  • When dan comes undone you place kisses to his cheeks smiling into his skin as you rest your head on his shoulder. 
  • Dan would never admit it but his favourite part is when the two of you cuddle in the afterglow of your orgasms.
Dan x Reader - Making Wave Sounds

“y/n? You’re still awake?” Dan’s voice asked sleepily and I mentally scolded myself. He probably heard me whispering to myself. It was nearly 2AM and I was still up with thoughts flooding my mind. This rarely happened, but on the occasion it did, I just for the life of me could not go to sleep. Worries, hopes, fears, anxieties and anything else my busy brain could possibly come up with. There was also the crippling fear that I could just mess everything up and I just ugh; I just want to sleep.
“Yeah, barely though.” I lied and pretended to yawn hoping he’d be too sleepy notice. I could deal with making myself suffer, but Dan’s sake didn’t deserve this.
“Oh okay.” He mirrors and rolled his head over.
After that, my mind continued into another crazy frenzy. I was maybe kind of stressed out and worried, so many things have been going wrong and nothing to plan. My brain would shut up about all the bad things and if not bad, then all the others things that needed handling. I was stressing myself out yet I couldn’t even do anything, oh how I hate this.
“Go to freaking sleep y/n. Just go to sleep.” I told my worried mind frustratingly.
“Are you alright?” His soft natural voice with trickled with concern and I just shook my head, sighing disappointingly. Shoot, I said that out loud. Dan’s tall body curled right back over even closer to me.
“Sorry, I just can’t sleep.” I said exhaustedly but my thoughts still wouldn’t calm themselves.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should’ve have told me.” He frowned as he pulled me closer to him into a hug, making me smile. He kissed my foreheads softly, making me smile. At least if I had be wide awake, Dan was right beside me. His body was cool and breaths calmed, his soft hair was half straight and hair curly from the way he slept. I could his smooth cheek against my own, and I turned my lips over to his mouth.
“It’s okay, I didn’t want to bother you.” I said quietly after our kiss.
Sighing peacefully in his arms as we spooned, we were both both content with each other’s presence.
“You know how you like listening to water to go to sleep sometimes? Because you said it’s relaxing and soothing.” Dan’s voice asked suggestively and I nodded. I remember that memory clearly, me laying there with an waves playlist while Dan stared at me in confusion.
“Mhhmmm, it’s nice.” I chirped feeling his breath against my neck.
Dan then kissed my neck before his lips made there way back to my cheek.
A moment of nothingness followed where it just our breaths. He began to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers were gentle and demeanor loving, as he proceeded to do something completely unexpected.
“Swwhhisshhhh–shhh-swwishh—” Dan’s voice quietly murmurs as I turn my face towards him, confused.
“What are you doing?” I say in a hilarious awe at my dork of a boyfriend.
“Shhh… it’s the ocean.” His voice says deeply due to the time of night it is.
“Whoooshhh-woosh,” his mouth continues to intimate wave sounds. There are breaths acting as clashing, gentle sounds ending in “sh”, followed along with my laughs.
“Drip-drop-click-click-clock-click-clock,” is what his sound changes to and just cringe with a big smile.
“What, is that supposed to be? Rain?” I giggle throwing my head back even more amused than before and Dan nods.
“Whoooshh–swisshhh-wooooOOsh-oh, oh, the waves are back! pshhhh—splash–oh no y/n they’re splashing all over us!” His face has there purest smile along with the kindest eyes that are lit through the dark. The breeze of his blowing breath, acting as the wind, reached my ears and tickled causing me to giggle.
“Oh no!” I roll my eyes and begin to play along whilst smiling like a little child.
“Drip-drop-drip-drop… now it’s raining too,” Dan says with false worry pretending to shake me.
I scoff and just totally lose it and laugh completely. This is what was happening right now, that this was happening right now because Dan wanted it to. He’s literally making water noises for me to sleep, how incredibly sweet yet odd and just completely hilarious could he be.
“What are you laughing so hard at?”
Dan asked looking at me and my dorky grin. Dan was willing to replicate ocean noises just to distract me so I could sleep.
“You and your wave sounds.” I say pecking him on the cheek.
“They’re great aren’t they? ” Dan states curiously with eagerness.
I nod, “Yes, incredible.”
I lay back flat in my bed and hope I can finally rest, but to my surprise the sound returns continues once again and I just put my hands to my face and cringe laughing quietly.
“Whooosh—wooo-swish.” He teases nipping at my ear and I finally turn bring myself to view his shadowed face.
Drawing my mouth closer to his and title gently, our lips collide smoothly as his thumb rubs circles on my hip.
“I love you. Thank you for being my ocean.” I say and he nods reassuringly.
“I love you, and I will be always be your ocean.” Dan says with a smirk while I try not to blush; it’s unsuccessful.
“Aw thanks. Even at 2 in the morning.” I say as I lay my head back into my pillow, filled with ease and joy. Dan chuckles at my statment and wraps his arm around me before continuing with he sounds once more. They were even more gentle and soothing because it was Dan offering his ocean sounds.
As he held me in his arms, I peacefully floated away into a relaxing sleep. There was no more stress since those were carried away by the ocean. There was only love and happiness brought to me my ocean, Dan Howell. He knew exactly what to do when my mind needed soothing and he did it delightfully. I giggle at the thought of it and wonder how I could’ve gotten so lucky?
Before I entirely drifted away in my pleasant and blissful slumber, there was a tender whisper spoken by Dan.
“You’re resting now, but I love you goodnight.”

Title: tattoos

dan howell x reader

request- Anon: Punk!Dan x pastel!Reader ?

warnings: swearing

picture above is the desired tattoo

sorry i’m not feeling in a smutty mood lately lol

someone requested a guy reader a bit ago so i’m going to do that

“I don’t know how you talked me into this.” You tell you boyfriend, Dan, as you walk closer to his usual tattoo parlor.

“Babe, it’ll be fine. I promise. I trust Kat, she’s very good at tattoos and very caring when giving piercings.” Dan responds, squeezing your hand as you step up to the door.

Dan had somehow talked you into getting a tattoo and a piercing. You had always admired Dan’s tattoo (nearly) covered body and many piercings, but you never had imagined getting anything of your own.

You enter the shop and Dan pulls his hand from your grasp and turns to face you.

“Alright, I’m going to go talk to Kat about being careful, yea?” Dan asks. You nod.

“Alright baby, stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You pull your baby blue jumper sleeves over your hands and stick them between your white skinny jean covered thighs to warm them up.

“Here he is, my baby boy.” Dan says, walking around a corner and towards you, a tattooed woman following him.

“Hi y/n, nice to meet you. I’m Kat.” She says, walking to you with her hand out. You stand and shake her hand.

“H-hi.” You stutter. She laughs a bit.

“Nervous?” She asks, a smile on her face. You nod, relaxing a bit when you feel Dan’s hand reach for yours. Your fingers intertwine and a small smile makes it’s way onto your face.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Dan whispers in your ear.

“I want to.” You say without thinking.

“Alright, what do you want done?” Kat asks.

“Um… A septum piercing and this on my shoulder blade.” You say, showing her a picture on your phone.

“Ooh. Gravity Falls. Nice choice, it’s a good show.” Kat says. You thank her, nodding, while Dan squeezes your hand. You squeeze back and head to a chair to do the tattoo first where you take off your jumper, handing it to Dan, and lay down on your front.

It hurt, being on your shoulder blade. You expected it to, but it’s not as bad as you thought. The feeling was kind of relieving. You squeezed Dan’s hand when it hurt the most, but overall it was fine.

“Good job, baby.” Dan says, leaning forward to kiss your lips as you hopped up. Kat tapes down plastic over the tattoo and begins to explain how to treat the tattoo for the next few weeks.

“I feel like we’ll be fine.” Dan laughs, interrupting Kat as she started, gesturing to himself.

“It’s my job Dan, I have to.” She laughs back.

You pull your jumper back on and go to the next chair. Getting your septum pierced felt weird, but it didn’t necessarily hurt. You had chosen a pretty golden jeweled ring. Kat once again explained how to take care of it, handing you a few things before thanking you for coming. Dan pays despite your protest and you both head to the door.

“Thanks Kat!’ You and Dan shout, walking out the door.

Once you and Dan had returned to the car, Dan turns to you smiling.

“You look beautiful, baby.” He says, leaning forward and connecting your lips.

“Thanks.” You blush, looking forward as Dan begins to drive home.

no more lonely souls

okay this is for the lovely person who sent me a kind hearted message, @darkspring. thank you for the support and I hope you all like the lil piece :) 

oh and tomorrow I am doing a livestream (or instagram live as its called) on my instagram account. if you’d like to come and ask me questions or hear me ramble answering questions for a while feel free! it is going to be at 5pm BST and here is my account. 

enjoy :)

Pulling the blanket tighter around myself I sighed as I glanced outside, dusk settling around the city as the day comes to an end with the nightlife merely beginning. A light chill spreads through the air as I struggle to keep my book still in my grip as I try to read the words with ease before it gets too dark. Curling myself up more in the uncomfortable chair I focus on the noises of the city, rather than the words printed on the pages. It’s fascinating, the amount of life crammed into one small area of such a populated city. That in these surrounding buildings there are hundreds, if not thousands of different people all with their own story; whether you chose to believe that story, up to you. 

Adjusting my eyes back to my book after staring out into the sunset I blink a few times as I try to remember what is happening, that Jane just got back to Rochester. Sighing I recall the days of him coming home to someone else, that I feared I wasn’t the girl he left at the airport but instead a stranger- minus being blind. His time home was less frequent, my time sitting here in the balcony being more a need than a way to get fresh air. 

The hairs on my arms were standing on end with the bitter chill, pulling the blanket up further I smiled. It is laced with him, the smell of him with the hint of mint before a show. The after adrenaline that would greet me when I watched them perform. How one can go from being shy in his bedroom, filming videos of him singing to performing world wild. It truly is a wild world. 

Yet I’m still here. On our balcony, our? Is it really anymore? Resuming my reading I get back into it, I’m so close to finishing. Just a few more pages. 

“You home?” Slowly I shut my book, apprehensive to turn around. What if it’s just my imagination? A mere hallucination of the calling of my name like Jane had? It must be. He’s in Sweden. Another call of my name, one more desperate. I remain unseen out here, he’d have to walk through the downstairs then up the three steps to our room and out here. 

As if on cue I can see him behind me, the faint reflection in the glass barrier. I keep my eyes locked on the city, on the life, the cars, the yells, the laughs, the music, the- “Hi.” It all disappears and I’m now left in this deafening silence.

Closing my book I pull the blanket off of myself quickly like a plaster, all or nothing. Exposing myself to the cold evening the air attacks my legs, instantly covering them in goosebumps. Whether those caused my heart beat to increase or the fact that he is stood behind me, I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll just be another one of those stories of the thousands in these buildings. 

Turning around slowly I know what to do. I’ve practised this moment too often, performed the execution seamlessly. I pause as I look at him, holding back my usual smile that I give him. His head remains down, the mess of hair perfectly flat, deflated. Taking a small step forward I can see his shoulders moving up and down in short sudden movements, yet he remains silent. Reaching my hand out I don’t even notice how much I’m shaking. “Dan?” I barely whisper, but I know he can hear me. He always does. 

Placing my hand on his shoulder I take another step forward, his shoulders rising and falling with more force now. I can hear him breaking. Releasing a shaky breath I lower my head underneath his, the second I get a glimpse I can feel my heart shattering. His eyes remained out of my view, only the intense wrinkles from squinting them preventing him from crying but not silently sobbing. 

“Dan, Dan please.” Remaining as calm as I could I removed my arm and walked over to the balcony edge. I pick up the blanket and bring it over to him, wrapping it around him and walking him over to my seat which he accepts but remains quiet. Kneeling in front of him I place my hands on his knees, stroking them lightly until he feels like opening his eyes, until he wants to say something, anything

I could feel it all changing behind me. The remainder of the orange blending into the darkness of the spring evening. Life picking up rather than settling now that the children had gone to bed, people could now be reckless in the disguise of the dark. Yet all I want is some light to shine onto him, to figure out what he’s thinking about as the breeze pin pricks my back and exposed skin. 

He shuffled his feet, retracting those scruffy old converse from years ago. The ones he refused to part with even now, they’ve been more places than I can count now, more than I’ll probably ever see. “I don’t want to let you down.” Dry, painful, defeated. He sounds as if he has finally given up, but on what?

Biting back the fear I speak up, “You don’t let me down.” Sinking my teeth back into my lip I bite down until it hurts, I hate lying to him. Him more than anyone. 

Lifting his head up my breath gets hitched as he opens his eyes. My heart feels as if I swallowed weights and they’re pushing everything down until it squashes the few butterflies that I had as a teenager. He’s drowning in his own eyes, the one who can’t save himself from spilling over. With a wink he can’t help it, I can tell he hates it as he lets them fall; truly defeated. “We both know I do.” He forcefully sniffed, harshly wiping his face. “I’m never home. You’re alone most of the time and when we do spend time together it’s becoming harder and harder to adjust.” Sighing loudly he starts to chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” Confusion laces my tone as I stand up and lean against the rough wall allowing the wind to tangle through my hair. 

“I’ve never seen you shiver so violently. Especially in Spring.” The glint of nostalgia crosses his eyes as I wrap my own arms around myself for a form of warmth. “This smells like your perfume.” He notions to the blanket that I placed over his shoulders. “The one I got you in Sicily?”

Shaking my head I whip the blanket from him and wrap it around myself, sniffing it and only smelling him. “The one from Camden, but nice try.” Half smiling the tension eases, but neither of us can ignore the sufficiently sized elephant floating over us. “So,” I regretfully break the silence. “why say something now?” 

“We have the next leg of tour coming up, three months.” The weights just keep on getting added. I open my mouth to say something as his eyes lock with mine but no words come. “You don’t have to say anything.” He whispers taking his eyes off of mine and focusing on the clouds forming over the stars acting as their own security blanket from the harsh night lights. 

Unable to process I walk inside and head down the stairs. Flicking all of the lights on I lean against the toilet sink, fighting back the aggressive sob I thought I could control. “Five years.” I mumble to myself as I swallow the lump that crawls up my throat. “Five fucking years and now this.” Staring at my reflection I can see the tears threatening to spill over, the ugly redness creeping into my eyes. “I know, I know it’s his job but how long do I keep smiling and accept it? How much longer can I act like I am fine with it all and him living a crazy life and I’m just wishing for a bigger adventure than the ones I read in a book.” Pausing I take a few deep breaths over the sink. “I’m tired.” Mumbling to myself I nod in response as I meet my reflection. The redness continues to grow like the water blurring my vision but I smile. “I’m just tired, that’s all.” 

Turning around I jump slightly, he was listening the entire time. He wears a look that I can’t describe. Not anger, not madness but pure depression. The sort of that a child would wear when their beloved pet would die. A look near the one I wear once I walk out of the airport but it is more intense than those, this one looks like he is crumbling. 

“Dan, I” I go to say something else but I have nothing. Reasons, excuses, lies- nothing. Stepping away from the door he turns his back to me and walks away, back upstairs. 

Standing still I close my eyes, finally letting the needed tears fall. Wiping my eyes I go back, I won’t be a Jane and run away. I won’t wait to find my Rochester damaged any more so than he already is, not anymore. Sitting on his side of the bed seems alien to me, another person accompanying me rather than a line of pillows so I know my boundaries. 

Flicking the light switch he sits up right, both of us apprehensive to say anything. “What would happen if you came with me?” He speaks up, his voice full of certainty. “Would you feel embarrased to tour with us, with the guys and crew? Even for the next leg of the tour?” 

Sighing I sit down next to him crossing my legs and pulling at my sleeves. “I hate being a burden to anyone, especially you on tour. See when you perform here it’s different, I can see you and be with you but then we get to go home eventually. With you touring all over the world we don’t have the privacy, we are exposed constantly and I know you will get sick of my company, feeling like you’d need to check up on me.”

I felt his icy hand cup my cheek, “You are no burden.” It was blunt. “You will never be a burden to me. I’ve wanted you to tour with us since the second show we did abroad. I realised how much I missed you and that it would be such an adventure. One you could live and not read?” He raised an eyebrow and I couldn’t help but crack a smile. “At least think about it?” 

Nodding I rested against his chest, hearing the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat dancing in his chest- better than he could any day. We began to just reminisce on old memories, the times of his old keyboard that saw him through many of his songs before the band formed. That occasion where he tried to make me a cake but used too much baking powder which resulted in an exploded mess in our oven, on our first anniversary. “Okay but you’ve got to admit I tried!” He spoke through heavy laughter as I laughed harder than I have done in ages. 

“You did try but if only you-” As I went to continue the lights went out making me shriek. “What the hell?” I turned to face Dan who I could feel shrug. 

Pulling out our phones we head over to the balcony in complete darkness and look out, the entire city is down. “Power cut.” He sighs. “Not the way I expected to spend my first night home.” 

“How did you expect to spend it, huh?” I remarked to which he remains quiet making me chuckle. 

We both walked back over to the bed, collapsing down as we heard various shouts outside about all sorts. “Dan?” Lifting myself up and facing him he shone his phone torch under his chin, creating a demonic shadow of himself. “Will you play a song for me?” He turned the light away from his face and onto mine, the big smile and eager eyes I wore. “You know how much I love to hear you play.” 

“Come on then.” Holding my hand he led me downstairs and to his piano that has been barely touched besides the times I’ve tried to teach myself. As he sits down in front of the piano he turns to face me as I hold both of our phones, shining them on the piano for him. “Any preferences?” 

Standing still I try to think back to anyone in particular, “Something old.” Smiling to him he pauses, then something clicks and he turns around. After a moment of silence he hits the keys, holding the low note down. 

A few chords later the theme begins to whir in my mind, singing the words that slowly click into place I remember every word. The first day he played it for me with that keyboard and wild hair, but still the same amount of passion and enthusiasm. How it was so effortless that I was sat in shock, not expecting it from him. Yet here is he, just like before. The two of us sat here with a bigger and more classic version of a keyboard but the same harmonious singing from him. 

“They find themselves just where the author wanted” Pausing and lifting his fingers from the keys he turns to face me, “Intermingled in each other’s arms.”

He continues to play and I can’t help but close my eyes, mouthing each word and picturing us five years ago. How little we knew, how far we’ve come. Caught out by his harmonies he turns back to me, and lifts an eyebrow. I can’t help but sit next to him and join him as the song comes to an end, “We find ourselves under each other’s arms.” Lifting his fingers from the keys he places his hands in mine. 

“Yes.” I speak up, “I’ll join you on tour.” With a beaming smile he kisses me, the sensation I’ve missed of that unique warmth. 

“And it all it took was for me to sing my crappy old song?” He chuckled causing me to nudge him. 

“I happen to like Veins, even if you don’t.” I smile causing him to roll his eyes. “More so than Alchemy.” I mumble quickly running off before he realises what I’ve said. 

“What wait?!” 

le manuel de la joie

1. S'attacher aux conséquences du réel. Les laisser nous inspirer. Éviter les ersatz, les copies, les imitations.

2. Regarder les gens de loin (avec un zoom très puissant). Ne pas hésiter à s'emparer de leur vie pour la reconstruire dans son imagination.

3. Ne jamais abandonner la chasse aux papillons.

4. Buller souvent.

5. Sentir l'herbe et écouter les grillons. Avancer très vite dans les champs puis s'arrêter d'un coup pour sentir le vertige.

6. Ne jamais acheter de poisson rouge (sauf si c'est pour le relâcher plus tard).




don’t imagine dan and phil on their last night in the london apartment, lying in phil’s shitty wicker bed and reminiscing about all the memories of the place that has sheltered them for the last five years, the good and the bad

don’t imagine them facing each other and staring into each other’s eyes, holding one hand in between them and giggling endlessly about the cracks and dents in the walls and floor due to the age of the building, and the ones they managed to make themselves over the years

don’t imagine them whispering quietly to each other about how excited they are for the new place, and how much they can’t wait for this next big step in their lives because as sad as it is to leave this place behind, many more amazing things still lie ahead of them

don’t imagine them cuddling up to each other before they fall asleep, dan wrapping his arms around phil’s waist and burying his face in his chest while phil rests his chin on top of dans head, rubbing the younger boys back- a position they’ve been in for thousands of nights, but it’s the last time that it’s happening in that particular bed, in that particular room, in that particular flat

don’t imagine dan whispering into phil’s chest when the older boy is fast asleep: “i don’t care where we go; as long as i’m with you, i’ll always be home”

you had once again interrupted dan’s video. you had been doing it all day, knowing how much he hated it. after awhile phil joined you. you both made random comments throughout his videos which, in either a way to make people laugh or because he was to lazy too cut them out, he left in. 
that video got a lot of comments asking ‘who is that girl in the back with phil?!’. in his next video he let it out that you were his girlfriend.