Dan is the type of boyfriend who would wrap his whole body around you when he hugs you. Like, you know those days when you just feel sad af, but for no real reason so you don’t mention it? He would be great at those. He wouldn’t really know why you were sad but he wouldn’t really know what to say anyway so instead he just gently pulls you onto his lap with a tug on your arm and he’d wrap his arms around you and tuck your head into the crook of his neck with a little kiss on your head and you would be fighting back a smile and he’d just hum a little bit and run his fingers along the skin of your waist. It would just be very soft and safe and happy and honestly this is all I think about sometimes
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.
A/N: I got this idea from this post, from the @imaginedanandphil blog, which is really good! :D Also, written in Dan’s POV!!
Summary: Dan is in the middle of a liveshow when Y/N randomly decides to be loud on the other room and distracts him. Until she ends up joining him, with unexpected results.
For fuck’s sake. Y/N was being so loud in the
other room, she was probably playing a game and having a rage fest because of
it. Or fangirling about something. One thing or the other. Maybe even both,
something to do with feels.
But since I was in the middle of a liveshow
and couldn’t exactly do much at that moment, I resolved to just roll my eyes
and grin at the camera with a resigned chuckle.
“Y/N is being so noisy” It was kind of
distracting to hear her, even if I tried to focus on the people on the chat.
jughead is the type to refuse a biscuit without thinking because he’s too awkward in social situations and that’s his to go answer, but he will sit there staring at the biscuits during the conversation regretting every decision he’s ever made
Blurb where Dan and the reader finally agree to his wishes for filming them do the sexy times and Dan gets off to it later on 😌 please I need this •_• ~ 🌹
You were leaving back home in two days. The last two weeks had been wonderful together. Dan took you to every touristy thing he could think of. He took you to his parents for a few days so his mother could show you and tell you every embarrassing moment of his life. But now it was just the two of you hanging out in his room trying to get in as many cuddles as possible before you had to catch your flight.
Dan had released a heavy sigh as he squeezed you tight around your middle.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You said receiving his kiss on your cheek.
“I know I’m not supposed to be thinking about it yet but I’m going to miss you like crazy. Are you sure you can’t come move in sooner than half a year?” You returned Dan’s kiss as he snuggled his face into your neck.
Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one with either Dan + Reader or Phil + Reader about that story that goes around tumblr about how you have timers on yourself (I think your wrist?) that count down the months, days, hours, and seconds until you meet your soulmate, maybe when they meet at a meet and greet?? Thanks!! :D
Pairing: Dan x Reader (I might do a Phil one in the future based of this sort of request, but I’m already working on one for him so I figured I’d write one for Dan too :)
Warnings: Literally none, other than the fact that this is probably terrible writing.
47 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes, and 26 seconds. The arrangement of numbers blinked back at you from their place on your wrist. They were supposedly there to tell you how long it will be until you meet your soulmate, but in all honesty they were just stressing you out more than anything right then.
You pulled a baggy sweater on over your head, watching as the fabric ate away the little blinking numbers. And then you were just Y/N. Awkward, socially stunted, nerdy Y/N, minus all that soul mate business. Funny how a little chip of metal could start to alter all of that.
You pushed a bagel down into the toaster, making a mental note to yourself to actually pull it out before it ended up burning like the last few ties. And then moved on to your coffee, realizing way too late that you had ever so conveniently forgotten to pick up coffee rounds at the store (again) and were stuck with one of the little packs of instant coffee that you had saved specifically for this sort of occasion. You pulled your mug, the white one with little cat whiskers at the top of it, from the cupboard.
After filling it with water and sticking it in the microwave for the right amount of time, you did what a good Samaritan, such as yourself, should have done and started to respond to emails- that is until a little notification popped up saying that Danisnotonfire had uploaded a new video.
It’s not like you could actually be expected to do something productive when there was a brand new YouTube video to watch. And so that’s how you spent the next four minutes of your life (and also how you managed to burn your third bagel that week).
10 days, 1 hours, 52 minutes, and 8 seconds. Over-sized hoodies, sweatshirts, and really just anything with long sleeves became your go-to outfits of choice . Your timer had gotten you panicked over the past few days, the continuously dropping numbers starting to make your anxiety rear its ugly head.
You were grabbing groceries, your earbuds loudly playing Fall Out Boy as you went along, throwing bread, eggs, and Oreos in to your cart. on second thought you tossed in a pack of Mac N’ Cheese too. A dinner for champions, really.
5 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 26 seconds. You’ve never been this stressed. Not even when you had to do speeches back in secondary school. Your fingers curled and uncurled around your mug of tea. It was probably cold now at that point, as it had been sitting on the table for a good twenty minutes, but you drank it anyhow. The TV played an old rerun of Friends, a marathon most likely, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus on the show.
1 day, 4 hours, 20 minutes, 14 seconds. You were ecstatic, you had actually managed to briefly push the thought of soulmates out of your mind. You were meeting Dan and Phil tomorrow. The Dan and Phil.
You quickly poured food in to your cat’s bowl, sitting down on the floor next to her as she ate.
“It’s freaking tomorrow. Holy crap. I’m so nervous,” You said aloud to yourself. “Or maybe I’m excited. I have no idea.”
You purposely kept your wrist down, averting your eyes from the numbers. The last thing you needed was more reason to be anxious.
0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 51 seconds. You were there. You were actually there. In the same building as Dan and Phil, surrounded by some of the most wonderful people you’d ever met. The entire idea of timers and soulmates was wiped from your head, and you let yourself laugh with the others in your group as a sweet girl named Eden made a joke.
“What do you think they’re like? Dan and Phil I mean,”Kathrine, the girl standing next to you asked to no one in particular, looking around as she spoke.
“Tall,” Another girl answered with a laugh, and a few others agreed.
“Nerdy,” Someone from the back of the group quipped.
“Nice, I’m sure,”Added the boy to your right, whom you’d helped draw whiskers on earlier. You nodded in agreement. They would be overly nice, surely.
0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 40 seconds. Dan and Phil gave you a matching a set of grins, and you smiled back so hard it hurt. You gave Phil a hug first. And told him you were doing very well when he asked you how you were.
You gave Dan a hug next and before you could stress out about the fact that you were nearly crying on your favorite Youtubers, you heard a soft beeping and felt a strange tingling sensation in your wrist.
He must’ve heard it too as he pulled away quickly, staring down at you with wide brown eyes as he gently pulled up his sleeve, his timer blinking up at the two of you. His blank timer blinking up at the two of you.
You mirrored his actions, tugging your sleeve up far too slowly before coming coming face-to-face with dashes rather than numbers. Your heart beat ten times faster than normal and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you looked back up to him.