is it wrong that i found him the hottest in the third movie

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PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

Best Friend’s Boyfriend (Destiel Fic)

“Oh, please come along, Dean. You know if you don’t you’ll just sit in your car all evening. I feel bad that we don’t hang out as much anymore,” Charlie grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to give him her best puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeaasse.”

Dean rolled his eyes. He knew she was right. That if he turned down her offer of burgers and a movie then he would spend the night- a Friday night, mind you- working on his Baby in the cold winters chill. But, still, that didn’t mean that he wanted to spend the evening third wheeling. Again.

“God,” he huffed, unable to say no to his best friend, “Fine. I’ll come, but no making out while I try to eat, capisce?”

Charlie laughed, pulling her bag up onto her shoulder. “Sure, Dean. We wouldn’t want to taint your pure little virgin soul, now would we?”

Shaking his head in over-exaggerated annoyance, Dean leant back in his chair. The food hall was starting to quieten down by this point. Most of the kids had gotten their lunch and taken their usual seats, rather than their earlier shoving and shouting in an attempt to get the remaining slices of pizza. It was that or mystery meat. Suffice to say, Dean brought his own lunch.

“Don’t you be talking about it like you’re any less a virgin than me, sweetheart.”

Charlie shot him a look. “How would you know that? I, for one, am in a relationship, remember?”

The thought drew a frown to Dean’s face. He did remember. It was difficult to forget when the two of them were always there, always looking so comfortable with one another, and Dean having no choice but to watch as his best friend and the love of his life made gooey eyes across the table.

Honestly, Dean had never actually seen them kissing because every time he suspected that the situation was about to get too intimate for his liking he made an excuse and got the hell out of there, pretending like his heart didn’t feel like it was being ripped out of his chest on a daily basis.

He loved Charlie, he always had. They had been best friends since kindergarten, when they had both acted out a moment from The Empire Strikes Back in the school’s garden on the first day, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t hate her, just a little bit, for having what he wanted.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said, doing his best to brush of the comment. The thought of Charlie having sex with anyone was vomit inducing, talk about with-

“Cas!” Charlie’s squeal cut him out of his thoughts, and he turned, as casually as he could, in his seat.

Castiel returned Charlie’s smile calmly, pulling his oversized trench coat closer around himself, as he shivered slightly, taking a seat next to her. With a quick glance at Dean, he dropped a kiss onto Charlie’s cheek. Dean let his eyes pull away from them, focusing on the fight two students seemed to be having over Cas’ shoulder He told himself that it was the fight that drew his eyes away, but he knew he was lying to himself.

When he looked back over, he was vaguely aware that Charlie was telling Cas that Dean was, in fact, going to hall his ass out of his car and tag along with them, but Dean had already locked his eyes on the slight stubble that was shadowed over Cas’ chin and the way his hair looked ruffled by the wind. He wondered, for the millionth time, what it would feel like to run his hands through it, would it be soft like he imagined. He wondered if Charlie appreciated Cas’ hair like he did, or Cas’ eyes. Did she tell him how gorgeous they were? She must do.

“Dean?”

Castiel’s voice rumbled into his ears, forcing Dean to think straight. Cas was Charlie’s.

“What?” Dean asked, trying to pretend like those eyes weren’t doing terrible things to him, while they watched him with such an intensity.

Glancing at the table and then back at Dean, with a small smile on his face, Cas repeated what Dean had missed. “We were just wondering where you wanted to go for food? Would you be against the place next to the cinema?”

“No, that would be fine,” Dean said, eyes on Charlie. He found that if he spoke to her, rather than Cas, it was easier. Easier to remember their situation.

Cas huffed in his seat. “Good.”


“And your sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Dean asked again for the tenth time.

Charlie rolled her eyes at him. She was dressed in one of her hottest outfits, or that’s what she always told Dean, but that just made Dean more certain that he was third wheeling on a date. Spending time with the two of them was always hard enough, the idea that he was going to have tag along on a date was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle.

“Of course it is, you idiot. I invited you and Cas thinks you’re nice,” she said, glancing at him in the rear view mirror of his car.

“He does?” Dean asked excitedly, and then mentally smacked himself. Stupid, why would you ask that? But, Cas always seemed to act so strange around Dean, he figured the other guy didn’t like him much.

Charlie shot him a pointed stare with an emotion behind her eyes that Dean couldn’t pin down. “Of course he does, Dean. What the hell’s wrong with you? You’re acting so strange.”

Dean focused on the wheel and the road ahead of him, he couldn’t bring himself to meet her eye. “Nothing. I’m fine,” but even to his own ears it sounded like a lie. He would have to be more careful from now on.

When they got to the diner, Cas was already sat waiting for them in a booth.. Dean had to pretend to be looking intently at the clock on the wall to give himself an emotional break. Cas was wearing an adorable blue button down that matched his eyes perfectly, making them shine more intently than normal. He wondered if Cas dressed like this all the time, but then he shook himself.

Of course he does, you idiot, he’s here with his girlfriend. Focus.

“Hello, Charlie. Dean,” Cas said, giving them both a nod.

Dean slid into the booth, leaving the spot next to Cas open for Charlie, despite how much he wanted to be the one to fill it, but Charlie seemed to be focused on something else. She turned to them both and told them she needed to go to the bathroom, meeting Cas’ gaze, he gave her a nod.

Weird, Dean thought. He was sure that she’d gone just before they’d left, but who knows with women, right?

A small cough from across the table made it blatantly aware to him that he was alone. With Cas. Panic began to set in, his palms going sweaty, he tried to put his eyes on anything other than the cute boy, but there was no Charlie for him to focus on and eventually his eyes were drawn to the blue ones across from him.

Cas placed his hands in his lap and stared at Dean with such an intensity that he shuffled in his seat. “You seem uncomfortable,” Cas pointed out. “Would like me to leave until Charlie gets back. She’s normally the one who carries the conversation.” Dean couldn’t help but notice that Cas seemed to be looking fairly uncomfortable too and he instantly felt terrible for putting the other boy in such an awkward situation. He must think that Dean’s so irritating, always tagging along on their dates. He would hate someone for interrupting if this was his and Cas’ date.

But it isn’t, he told himself.

“No,” he said as calmly as he could. “Don’t be ridiculous. Look, I’m sorry that I keep crashing your dates, man. You must really hate me for being such a loner and not having any other friends to hang out with. I’m just not a very likeable person.”

Cas leant forward, setting his hands on the table. “ I don’t believe that, Dean. I like you very much.”

Dean almost fell of his seat at Cas’ words. Cas liked him. He liked him! Could that mean- No, it didn’t mean anything. He was Charlie’s. He glanced around desperately in search of his best friend. If she was here, he could keep his emotions in check. But, she was still was no where in sight.

“You like me?” Dean asked stupidly.

Cas smiled and it was one of the most beautiful things that Dean had ever seen. It reached his eyes and lit up his face. Dean couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before. To be in love with the boy before he’d even seen him really smile.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Cas replied, still smiling. Dean found himself getting so caught up in it that he had to remind himself where he was multiple times.

He’s Charlie’s. He’s Charlie’s.

“Charlie,” he said to himself, using it as a mantra of self control. But then he realised that Cas was looking at him in confusion, so he stood quickly, wincing when his legs bumped the table. “I should go and see if she’s okay.”

He left before Cas could say anything else.


The bathroom was empty and she still wasn’t back at the table. Dean figured the only other place she could be was outside. Maybe she needed some fresh air, or something.

So, he found the back door and headed out into the side alley of the café. It was pretty dark and the night air nipped at his skin despite the leather jacket that he was wearing. He was starting to worry that Charlie was freezing herself to death when he made out her outline in the dim light.

She definitely wasn’t cold.

In fact, she was pressed up against the brick wall, arms wrapped around the neck of another girl, kissing her like her life depended on it. When she pulled back, Dean saw her look at the other girl with such a loving look in her eye, a look that he had never seen when she had looked at Cas.

He thought he was being quiet, but he must have made a noise of shock because next thing he knew, Charlie was jumping away from the other girl and squinting through the darkness.

“Dean?” She asked, her voice tinged with panic.

Without answering, Dean began to head back into the cafe’s warmth. His head was starting to throb. Part of him was screaming in happiness that this meant that he had a chance with Cas, but that was quickly replaced by the thought of the pain that this would cause Cas, who always had that expression of love on his face whenever Dean saw the two of them together. This would kill him. And then this was his best friend. Would he be able to keep this secret for her, if it meant that he would be lying to Cas?

“Dean!” He was outside the bathrooms now. He could see Cas from where he sat, waiting for them both, looking into the night through the window. He wanted to tell him, to put the other boy out of his misery, but that would be selfish, wouldn’t it?

Charlie stopped in front of him, grabbing his arm, so that he couldn’t go anywhere. “I can explain.” Dean stared at her, waiting. “Okay,” she took a breath and dragged them both into the girls bathroom, which was luckily empty. “I’m a lesbian.”

Throwing his arms in the air, Dean shouted, “Well, I can see that now! But, what the hell, Charlie? What about Cas? Were you just stringing him along to keep your secret? Do you know how hurt he’ll be when he finds out? Don’t you-”

“He already knew, Dean.”

That had Dean silent. He stared at her for a moment in bemusement. “What the hell do you mean ‘he already knew’?”

Running a hand through her hair, Charlie sighed. “I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend so that Dorothy and I had an excuse to see each other. You know what my parents would say if they knew. They’d never let us see each other.”

“So, what?” Dean asked, totally in shock. “He pretended to date you? Why the heck would he do that?”

Charlie gave him a sympathetic look, eyes dropping to the floor. “I think maybe you should ask him that.”


Cas was still sat, hands on the table, staring out of the window into the black of night. Just the sight of him managed to calm Dean down, letting his thoughts settle in his head. When Dean dropped into the seat opposite him, Cas smiled contently, still with that look on his face. Maybe he had come to love Charlie, Dean thought. Or, maybe that’s why he did it in the first place. He thought that if Cas asked him to be his fake boyfriend, Dean would say yes, just to spend time with him.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, Cas,” Dean muttered darkly. It was like it all made sense now. Not that it made him feel any better at all.

The smile slowly slipped off of Castiel’s face. “You know,” he said simply.

“Yeah. It’s kinda hard to ignore when you find your best friend making out wit another girl, you know.”

Cas bit his lip worriedly, and it took a lot of self-restraint for Dean to not watch the blood rush to the point beneath his skin. “I can explain,” Cas said and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what people keep saying.”

Cas focused his eyes on the table between them. “Well, you see, when Charlie explained her situation to me, I had no choice but to say yes when she told me what the job of being her pretend boyfriend would entail.” Dean watched Cas sadly. He was right, of course he was. “She told me that it would just mean that I would have to spend some time with her and then pretend to go on dates with her so she could meet Dorothy. I wasn’t going to say yes.”

Looking up from his spot on the table, Cas met Dean’s confused eyes. “But, then she mentioned you.”

The breath left Dean’s lungs in one pull. He gripped the edge of his seat. “What?”

Cas glanced away from Dean guiltily and stared off into the night. “She said that you would be coming along to a lot of our fake dates. So, I said yes. Because it meant that I could spend time with you.”

Dean blinked. Could this really be happening? Could Cas really have done all of this just to spend some time with Dean? But, that would mean that Cas liked him. That that look was not for Charlie, but him?

Heart throbbing, Dean leant forward slightly, taking Cas’ chin in his hand and pulling his head around to meet his eyes. “You- You did this to spend time with me?” He was fully aware that his eyes were dropping down to Cas’ lips more than they should be. He wasn’t his, for God’s sake.

Cas’ eyes went to Dean’s hand, where it gently cupped his face, to Dean’s eyes were he held them. “Yes.” Dean felt Cas’ stubble brush his hand, when he gulped, eyes dropping to Dean’s lips.

Despite the fact his heart was doing somersaults, he put on his best smug smile. “And why would you do that, Cas?” He asked, leaning in closer, finally letting his eyes drop to the other boy’s lips and then back up.

He felt Cas shiver and the vibration went through him like Cas was an extension of his own body. “Because I like you, Dean Winchester. A lot.”

This time, Dean didn’t stop himself when he thought about kissing Castiel, he just leant forward and did it.


Over in the corner of the Café, Charlie smiled, letting Dorothy pull her closer. “It’s about time,” she said, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. “I picked Castiel to be my fake boyfriend for a reason.”

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