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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

Request: Well I watched one of the Halloween episodes tonight and thought about something like the reader wearing a slutty costume to get Dan riled up after an argument and he gets really jealous and protective and tries to keep her covered all night and then they go home and he punishes the reader, ya know kinky see basically

warnings: jealousy, arguing, swearing, smut, edging, soft!dom Dan fielding

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

AN: this got longer than I thought it would. Enjoy!

Grumbling to myself, I drove back to my apartment. Dan was so infuriating sometimes. How dare he tell me what I could wear and couldn’t wear. It wasn’t like it was provocative. It was just a modified morticia Addams costume, a pure black outfit. Tight sure but nothing like it could have been. What was his big idea? As if he didn’t act like Gomez when we were alone anyway. Huffing, I slowed down as I saw the costume store. Smirking, I pulled in and parked. I spent less than ten minutes there before pulling back out and finishing the drive.

I got changed into the new costume, which was basically a corset and underwear, before getting back in my car and driving to Harry’s. When Harry opened the door, he whistled.

“wow (Y/N). A little…much isn’t it?” I shrugged.

“a little pay back for Dan.” I told him as I walked in. “He tried to tell me what to wear. This is my response. Get him a little riled up.” Harry rolled his eyes as Christine appeared behind him.

“leave us out of this. Please.” Christine moaned. I winked at her. “no promises.” I laughed. “He here yet?” Harry shook his head. I nodded and moved further into the apartment to mingle with the guests that were there. No one really commented on my costume, other than the few who made a show of looking me up and down. I laughed it off, knowing no one would touch me because of Dan. The door opened and I turned to look at who walked in. Dan looked around, wearing his Gomez costume as planned. I smirked to myself as I walked over. “Hello Mr. Addams.” I cooed as I wrapped my arm around his. Dans eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

“(Y/N)! What the fuck are you wearing?” He asked as he shrugged out of his coat. He tried to drape it across my shoulders but I slipped away from him. Giving him a dirty look, I walked off to find Harry.

“yep. It’s started.” I complained to him as I leaned against a wall, taking small sips of the drink Harry had handed me. “He keeps trying to cover me with his coat.” Harry chuckled.

“what did you expect?” He nodded towards Dan who was talking to Christine but shooting glances over at me. “He thinks that only he can see what you’re showing off.”

“probably.” I shrugged. “Well here he comes. Better dash.” I laughed and went to step away. Dan grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. His coat as draped over my shoulders as he stared at me. I gulped as his eyes flickered down before coming back up to meet mine.

“we’re leaving.” He muttered. Shooting a look at Harry, he nodded. “Thanks for having us Harry. See ya tomorrow night.” I followed Dan out to my car. “I took a cab. Keys?” I handed him my keys, tugging his jacket closer to me as the chill blew through.

“my apartment or yours?” I asked, getting into the car. Dan huffed as he got in and started it. The drive was silent as I noticed we were headed towards his apartment. “I’m sorry.” I apologized. Dans eyes flickered over to me.

“for what?” He asked. “It’s my fault for starting that argument.”

“that. And…” I vaguely gestured to myself. Dan nodded.

“I hope you know you’re going to be punished for that.” He said. I nodded. “You should have just stuck to the plan (Y/N). But I can’t say I didn’t enjoy seeing you like that.” I blushed a little as he pulled up to his apartment. "But only I get to see you like that from now on. Agreed?"

"Yes sir." I responded. Dan nodded and got out of the car. He opened my door and held his hand out for me to take. I put my hand in his and let him help me out of the car. Dan wrapped his arm around my waist and led me through the lobby to the elevator. During the ride, he hugged me from behind with his chin on my shoulder. I leaned back into him, knowing that this was all of the sweet Dan I was going to get for a while.

"When we go in, I want you to strip and lay on the bed, face down." he said as the elevator doors opened. I nodded and took his offered hand as he led me down the hallway. He paused outside his door before unlocking it and ushering me. I beelined for the bedroom and started stripping off my clothes. Climbing on the bed, I laid down with my face buried in the pillow. I could hear dan walk in and hum appreciatively. He ran his hand along my back, rubbing circles between my shoulder blades. “Good dear. Very good.” I heard him open the drawer before I felt him tie my hands to the headboard. He also slipped a blindfold over my eyes, kissing my shoulder before pulling away. “Are you ready for your punishment?” He asked.

“yes sir.” I whispered. Dan chuckled and ran a hand down my back.

“Ten should do it.” He murmured to himself before his hand came down on my ass.

“One.” I yelped. Dana hand came down again. “Two.” I kept count until I was a squirming mess. “Ten.” I breathed out. Dan hummed as he slid his arms under my torso and flipped me over.

“You did so well for me.” He whispered as he kissed me. “I’m not quite finished with you yet. But I do think you deserve a bit of a reward my dear.” I whined as Dan trailed a hand across my stomach. “Would you rather have the blindfold off or the restraints?” He asked, voice low and stern.

“blindfold off sir.” I said instantly. The restraints were a comfort by now and I while I loved how Dan looked, there was something about the way he looked while fucking me into oblivion that just made him that much more attractive to me. The blindfold was pulled off, making me close my eyes and turn my head to try not to blind myself.

“color?” Dan asked, watching me carefully.

“green sir.” I answered quickly. “Just wasn’t expecting it to be that quick sir.” I explained when I saw the look on his face. Giving Dan a small smile, I squeezed the restraints. He nodded slowly before leaning down to kiss me again.

“you’ll tell me if it changes, right dear?” I nodded again. He kissed me again before standing up straight to take off his costume. “Good.” I bit my lip as I watched him, fighting back the usual urge to wolf whistle when he shrugged off his shirt. That would have earned me another spanking and the blindfold back, probably without sex tonight. After slipping off his boxers, he climbed on the bed and laid down on top of me. “You are not allowed to cum until I tell you too. Understood?” I met his eyes and nodded.

“yes sir.” I whispered. Dan smiled before kissing me fiercely, thrusting into me at the same time. My moan was swallowed by dan slipping his tongue in my mouth. I slowly sucked on his tongue as he pulled out. Chuckling, dan planted his forearms framing my head and buried his head between my neck and shoulder. I felt him kiss, nip and suck there as he picked up speed. “Please sir.” I whined as he set a pace that was far too slow. “Faster.” Dan gently bit my neck before pulling back completely.

“faster dear?” He asked, his eyes shining brightly. I nodded. “You should be careful what you ask for darling.” He laughed as he started to pound into me. I screamed out his name at the change in speed.

“dan!” I screamed as I felt the coil tense deep in my stomach. “Dan! Please! Please sir! I need…need…please!” Dan chuckled above me before slowing down. “NO!” I cried, grabbing the restraints and holding on until my knuckles turned white.

“what did I tell you my dear?” Dan asked, pressing kisses to my cheeks. “You can’t cum until I tell you to. And it is far too soon for my liking.” He kissed me again before slowly thrusting into me. I whined as the tension turned into a simmer. “Aw is someone mad?” He teased as he nipped at my neck again. “What if I…” Dan broke off as he resumed the previous speed he had. I cried out as I tugged on the restraints, frantically trying to find purchase on something while Dan moved his kisses to my chest.

“sir! Please!” My voice was somewhere between a scream and a whine, making Dan chuckle against the base of my throat. I tugged on the restraints again, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm. Dan bit my neck again as I pleaded with him. Instead, he slowed down to an unbearably slow pace. “I don’t…know…how much…more I…can take…sir.” I panted. Dan ran his nose down my jawline and I got a good look at him.

His hair was matted with sweat and his cheeks were dusted red. His eyes shone and his lips were swollen from kissing me. Dan was panting just as much as I was, his chest heaving with each breath. I swallowed thickly as I watched a bead of sweat run down his throat.

“Color?” Dan asked, slowly thrusting into me now.

“Green sir.” I breathed out. Dan nodded slowly.

“are you sure?” He asked, concern edging into his voice. I smiled up at him, equally as sweaty and red.

“I’m sure dan.” I broke out of our roles to reassure him. “At this point, I’m just ready to cum. You’re doing amazing. Just please for all that is good…” i trailed off as Dan chuckled, letting his head fall to my shoulder.

“alright my dear.” He picked his head up and kissed me sweetly. “Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off either.” Reaching up, Dan undid the restraints and laughed as my arms came around him the second they were free. He brushed his nose against mine and started to thrust into me more deeply than before. His speed gradually increased until I was whimpering and burying my fingers into his sweat soaked hair.

“sir. Please.” I breathed out as I felt the coil tighten past the point of no return. “I can’t…” Dan leaned down and kissed my cheek.

“Cum for me my dear.” He whispered as my orgasm crashed over me.

“DAN!” I screamed as I held onto him as tightly as I could.

“(Y/N).” Dan grunted as he stilled, spilling into me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, waiting until I had calmed from the aftershocks before pulling out. He laid down next to me, hand on his chest as he panted.

“I’m so doing that again.” I laughed as I turned my head to look at Dan. He grabbed my hand and pressed it over his heart.

“I think the fuck not.” He breathed out as I laughed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. “But god do I love you.” He leaned over to kiss me before getting up, heading towards the bathroom to get a rag to clean me up.

“I love you too.” I whispered.

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sinninghowlter · 2 years ago

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His World

Rating: T+ Ship: phan Contains: Daniel Howell: We're All Doomed! Tour 2022, Romance, coming home, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, slight language Words: 1440 Summary: Dan opens the door and before him stands his world. He's finally home.

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This work is the first fic that I have written for the phandom since 2016, hopefully, you love it!

This work is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own

The cab pulls to a stop outside their house, and it's just like he left it. Some sick part of Dan expected to wake up somewhere between the airport and home and realize this entire thing was a fever dream. He waited for the moment Phil shook his arm and told him breakfast was on the table at two in the afternoon and that they had a production meeting to get to for Radio One. He expected the entirety of touring the USA with his team of friends and the slutty nun costume in his suitcase to just cease to exist. That the memories of hugging thousands and thousands of fans and ripping his jumpsuit on stage in front of a packed theater wouldn't be real. Something of a sick joke only his brain could conjure up.

The last three years have been everything to him, something chaotic and beautiful for which they had worked their asses off. From building his and Phil's forever home, to writing and premiering this tour, to writing a book and creating a full-length coming-out video, his entire life was falling together.

He smiles to himself, a personal secret only he knows as he opens the cab door and collects his luggage. He's gotten surprisingly good at packing lightly, but the number of treasures he'd picked up around the country had begun to pile. He went from a couple of backpacks and a suitcase to an entirely separate piece of luggage that TSA was sure to think was drugs.

He wonders if Phil's home, but quickly corrects the thought, feeling his phone buzz in his jacket pocket with a text from Phil asking where he is. He hadn't told Phil when he'd be coming home, only what day the plane was set to arrive.

And now here he was. Home at last. He touches his hand to the doorknob, chipped black nail polish glinting in the porch light. The sun was due to go down soon, fucking winter. He racks his brain to decide what time it is, his body still 7 hours behind London time. He pushes open the door, hearing the beeping of the security system, alerting their phones that the door has opened. He's greeted by the black entryway and the smell of candles. All at once, the safety washes over him. He stumbles in, setting his laptop bag and luggage down, fussing over the tangle of straps and zippers. What was he thinking designing a jacket with a belt and so many zippers? Of course, they'd get hung! He pulls his AirPods out of his ears, drops them into the case, slipping them back into the pocket alongside his phone, not bothering to pause Perfume Genius.

When he finally looks up, there, before him, is home. Phil's standing in a sweater Dan's never seen before and he's got a smile on his face that surely matches the one on his own. Dan's shoulders drop as Phil steps off the last step, his mind so flooded with emotions that he doesn't even comment on the chaotic stepping habits of the older.

He's home. Phil had opened his arms to catch Dan before he even realized he was falling, arms wrapping around the older's shoulders. The hug shoots them both back to 2009, one where months and years of quiet longing, the sobbing and screaming of their hearts almost becoming painful. The visceral need to be with their other half, the want and need to be whole again.

He's whole again.

"Welcome home, Bear," Phil whispers from his place nuzzled into the crook of Dan's neck. The tears in Dan's eyes fall then, brown eyes turning a bit glassy with the emotions and the love he has for the other. Phil chuckles, pressing a kiss to Dan's temple. "Are you crying?"

Dan nods, hiding his face against the green jumper, Phil invading his senses. The touch of the older, how he doesn't pull away, as though he's scared as well that this is a dream. The way Phil has somehow gotten more handsome since he left, how the memories and the facetime photos weren't doing him justice. The way his voice rumbles from his chest when he laughs softly at the tears on Dan's cheeks. His smell of warmth and the candles he'd lit in attempts to make the house homier.

"Didn't miss me, did you?" Dan jokes, smiling through his tears, pulling back just far enough to meet the older's greeny-yellow-blue eyes.

"Nope. Not at all."Phil smiles, and that's when Dan sees the tears in his eyes. "I got the entire bed to myself and cuddled your Haru pillow. It was great."

"Mhm... Whelp, now you got your bed-hog back. Speaking of hogs, you didn't buy any more golden animals, did you?"

"No, I didn't, actually, not at all." Phil laughs, hugging Dan again, "I'm glad you're home safe." He finally draws back and grabs the folded front of Dan's leather jacket, pulling him in for a kiss. "I didn't realize how quiet this house gets when you're not here."

"Gee, thanks. Sayin' I'm loud, are you?" Dan smirks, not needing a reply as he closes the gap between them again. Phil shakes his head, laughing softly. "Mind giving me a hand getting these upstairs?"

"Sure, which ones should I grab? I can get the suitcase?" Phil reaches over after Dan nods, and picks the suitcase up, slinging a backpack over his shoulder. "You could have told me you were here! I would have helped you out of the cab! I didn't know you had so much! I thought you only left with a suitcase and a backpack?"

"I did, but our fans are very generous people, babe. There are so many letters, artworks and gifts that I still need to go through. I read a few letters on the bus when I had a moment alone but not all of them. I love hearing their stories." They drop the luggage onto the bed, and before Phil can wrap his arms around him again, Dan mumbles something about wanting comfy clothes.

The older nods, watching as he opens the double doors to his closet, the sea of blacks and grays stare back as he picks out his comfiest pajamas. "Why are you staring at me, Phil?" Dan murmurs, not needing to look back at his partner.

"I just can't believe you're home again, finally," Phil whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear, knowing nothing matters but right now. "I really have missed you, Bear."

"I know you have, you spork, you told me all the time when I called you." Dan walks back to the bed, dropping his Game of Thrones Pj pants and NASA cats t-shirt on the duvet. Phil sits at the side, watching quietly. His eyes follow Dan's hands as they remove his airport clothing, and as they pull the new clothes onto his body. He's changed slightly since he left. He's fitter than he used to be, and there's a glow about him that Phil only knows to be true happiness. Phil's eyes sparkle slightly from behind his black frames, as he waits for the next step on Dan's internal to-do list. "You know you don't have to follow me, right?" Dan jests, catching his reflection in the moon mirror, and ruffling his curls. "I won't disappear." The last part of his sentence comes out like a whisper as he approaches the older, hands cupping Phil's cheeks. "I'm really home. I promise I'm not going anywhere for a while." Phil nods, feeling the familiar burn in his throat that comes from crying, and he knows his face deceives him. "How many times are you going to cry?" Dan jokes, feeling another tear slip from his eye. Phil shrugs, sweater brushing the backs of his hands and Dan can't help but lean in again for another slow kiss.

"Fuck I have missed this," Phil whispers between kisses, breaths coming out clipped and quick.

"You have, have you?" Dan smirks against his mouth, hands tangling in the hair on the back of Phil's neck. It's gotten longer since he'd left.

"You have no idea." Phil's hands come to rest on Dan's hips pulling him in again, "You and your old lady pajamas," he laughs, tongue poking between his teeth, head falling back slightly.

"You're actually an asshole, y’know that right?"

"I know, but I'm your asshole."

Dan was home, finally. And he feels their little world begin to heal. The universe takes a breath, and he feels the safety wash over him. Finally, he's back where he belongs.

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succubusphan · 1 year ago

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Two Man Team - Chapter 12

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: Friends to lovers, Friends with benefits, mental health issues (mainly anxiety), Slow burn, Dan is a psych student. Canon divergence (the timeline is altered and some things never happened), Slutty Phil, Angst with a happy ending. The fic spans many years.

Author's Note: Written for the OSPBB 2023 @oldschoolpbb. Thank you @effingmeteors for being my life saviour and beta as usual and to my artist Lin @anironsidh.

Edits and the art will be added at some point, we are busy bees.

POSTING EVERY DAY UNTIL IT'S COMPLETED.

Total Word Count: 75k ish

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CHAPTER 12: When the bones are good, the rest don’t matter.

October 2018

With everything going on, his relationship with Dan blossoming, their friendship and their public branding being sort of related again, Phil debated on whether to look into posts he was not tagged in for mentions of the ship, to see what people thought of them now and it took him weeks to finally decide to go through with it.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that most viewers on Tumblr talked about the glass closet concept, respectful of them not wanting to discuss their current relationship status but having caught onto the clues that there was something there, just enough context clues to let the queer viewers into the secret and let the homophobic people pretend that they didn’t see anything.

There was a moment, a sinking feeling in his stomach, when he came across another post saying that Dan and Phil had gone back to queer baiting to sell merch and get more views and condemning it, but not many people seemed to agree. It was dated a few months prior, before their coming out videos, but it still hurt Phil’s feelings. Only a blind person could accuse him of queer baiting.

He shook his head and hopped into the shower, he needed to relax. He washed his body thoroughly, briefly considering getting off but he was too stressed about what he’d seen to give it a shot. Phil almost slipped and cracked his skull in the shower when he heard the door to this flat open. He wrapped a towel around his hips and carefully walked out of the bathroom, stopping by the kitchen to grab a cast iron pan.

“Hey!”

Phil jumped and dropped the pan to the floor, narrowly avoiding his foot but cracking a tile in the process. “Dan!”.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Dan said. “I used the spare key because you were not answering,” he mumbled as his eyes travelled down Phil’s naked torso hungrily.

“Oh,” Phil said, trying to ignore Dan’s scolding stare. “What happened?”

“I just - wanted to tell you about a thing I was offered…” trailed off, still not looking into Phil’s eyes.

“Well, what is it?” Phil tried, but Dan ran his fingers on Phil’s chest softly, fiddling with the sparse patch of hair.

“You are so wet,” Dan said, clearly not paying attention.

“I was in the shower,” Phil said awkwardly.

Dan finally looked up and pulled him closer by the hips. Then, he pressed their noses together, looking into Phil’s eyes. “God, I love you so much,” he whispered.

Phil’s eyes widened and before he could say anything, Dan was kissing him as he ran the tips of his fingers down Phil’s back adoringly, barely grazing the skin, the touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. Dan’s hands came to rest in the small of his back as he kissed Phil’s neck, he smirked when Phil gasped and held onto his shoulders.

He paused and looked into Phil’s eyes for a moment before asking: “May I?” he said, running his fingers on the edge of the towel.

Phil considered it for a moment, trying to not jump into things because he was horny, but they had been working towards it for a few months now, slowly, really talking things through, paying attention to their feelings and where they were at mentally and emotionally, and - yes, Phil really wanted to. He was ready. “Yes,” he whispered and leaned in for another kiss, burying his fingers in the curls on the back of Dan’s head, playing with them softly. He let out a happy sigh when their hips met. He had missed this, he had missed having Dan like this.

Grabbing Phil’s butt through the towel, Dan took a few steps forward, trying to guide Phil to his bedroom, but snorted at how they stumbled awkwardly and opted for just pulling Phil along by the hand. Phil laughed along; it wouldn’t be them if it wasn’t at least a little bit ungraceful.

Once they had arrived at their destination, Phil sat on the bed and watched Dan unceremoniously remove his shirt and unbuckle his belt, marvelling at all the changes in his body and how good he looked. “Come here,” he said, extending a hand towards Dan and helping him with his zipper and looking up at him, caressing his tummy. “Gorgeous,” he said under his breath.

Dan leaned down for a quick kiss and gently pushed at his chest.

“But-” Phil protested as he discarded the towel, trying to tempt Dan.

“Later,” Dan said. He removed his jeans and lay on top of Phil, resting his weight on his elbows and leaning down to kiss him.

Phil let Dan do as he wished and let his hands wander down Dan’s gorgeous back, grabbing his ass. The sudden movement startled Dan, causing his hips to twitch and finally press their cocks together.

Phil smiled into the kiss when Dan began to grind on him. Their breaths came out in pants as Phil met Dan thrust for thrust, perhaps a bit too eagerly and Dan let out a high-pitched whine. He tried to angle away from the friction but Phil wrapped one leg around him, not ready to let go of the amazing sensation quickly building in his stomach.

Beginning to tremble, Dan gave up on the kiss, unable to keep his focus, and pressed his forehead to Phil’s shoulder, letting out small puffs of air that tickled his neck.

“Phil!” Dan moaned as his thrust became more erratic, his entire body shaking. “Ah, fuck,” he said before coming all over Phil who was still thrusting up against him, still desperately chasing his own orgasm, letting out breathy moans.

“You’re so cute when you whine like that,” Dan mumbled into his ear and bit down on Phil’s neck finally pushing him over the edge.

They lay there panting for a little while before Dan got up and went to get a towel soaked in warm water, sitting at the edge of the bed to clean Phil up, which made him smile.

“Thank you,” Phil said, placing his hand on Dan’s arm.

“You’re welcome,” Dan said, dropping a kiss to his forehead and climbing into bed with him.

Phil wrapped one arm around Dan and pulled him close, sighing happily. He pressed a few kisses on Dan’s cheeks, lips, forehead and nose.

Dan snorted a laugh, blushing and trying to hide his face in the pillow.

“What?” Phil asked with what he knew was a goofy smile.

“Nothing!” Dan said. “I missed this. Us”

“Me too,” Phil admitted. “What did you want to tell me earlier?”

“Nothing, it was all a ploy to barge in and find you naked.”

“Oh, shut up,” Phil laughed. “Be serious now!”

Dan paused, his expression dropping for a moment. “I was offered a book deal. It would be a self-help book,” he said. “And I wanted to know what you thought about that.”

“What else am I going to think? I think it’s amazing! You’ve always wanted to help people through books. Who came to you? Publishing?”

“Young Minds, actually. I had mentioned to them before that it is something that interested me, they handled everything but left the door open for negotiations,” Dan said.

“I love that! Congratulations, you deserve it!” Phil gave Dan a quick kiss. “I’m so proud of you!”

Dan smiled. “Thank you,” he said and Phil could tell that he was holding off, trying to say something else.

“What?”

“Ready for another one?” Dan smirked.

“That was not what you were going to say!” Phil laughed.

“It was!” Dan kissed him, trying to distract him from the conversation, and it worked, of course, Phil had never been able to resist Dan and Dan knew that very well.

Dan’s lips wandered down, dropping kisses on his neck and chest, teasing Phil with random bites on his tummy, his inner thighs and even his hips until he was fully hard. Only then did Dan settle between his legs.

Phil buried his fingers in Dan’s curls, pulling softly as he watched Dan wrap one hand around the base of his cock and ghost his breath over it, licking his lips as if he couldn’t wait to figuratively eat him. It was too much for Phil; he let his head drop back to the pillow.

“Look at me,” Dan demanded and Phil complied, locking eyes with Dan just for a moment, watching him press his tongue flat against the shaft and give him a long lick from root to tip, taking him in and sucking lightly. Phil’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Dan hollowed his cheeks and began bobbing his head before pulling away and swirling his tongue around the head.

Phil felt his fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead, the heat already rising within him when Dan pressed the tip of his tongue to his slit and sucked harder before really getting into a nice rhythm, taking him a bit deeper each time and moaning so loudly, the vibrations sending tiny shocks of pleasure to Phil’s cock as he got into his throat.

High-pitched whines were falling from Phil’s lips ever so often, his legs starting to shake as he got closer and closer to the edge. He wasn’t usually this fast, fuck, but Dan had learned a trick or two in the time they’d been apart. That thought pulled him away from the edge. Who the fuck did Dan learn this from? He frowned.

Dan pulled back and gave him an unimpressed look. “What?” he panted. “You’re distracted, I can tell.”

“Nothing!” Phil rushed to say, trying not to completely ruin things.

“Don’t lie!” Dan huffed, squeezing his cock slightly, making Phil groan in discomfort.

“You’ve gotten good at this,” Phil said and it was only half a compliment, and Dan knew it, raising one eyebrow to call Phil out on his bullshit. “Since we’ve done it,” he finally finished the sentence.

Dan huffed, crawling up to speak to him properly, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I did. And now I’m going to use everything I know on you. Only you,” he said. “You have nothing to be jealous of.”

Phil gasped when Dan wrapped one hand around his cock, his lips already attached to Phil’s neck as he pumped torturously slowly, twisting his hand on the upstroke and thumbing the head.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Dan said, biting his neck softly.

“I don’t want to think about anyone touching you,” Phil said.

“Then don’t. That was after I left. It was nobody important,” Dan mumbled, his hand still moving. “And I thought of you with each and every one of them.”

“You are mine,” Phil snarled, pulling Dan’s hair a bit too harshly to give himself space to bite his neck. He pushed Dan onto the mattress, crawling on top of him and pinning his arms down.

“Yes!” Dan moaned, his body responding to Phil’s change in demeanour.

Phil paused, a bit bewildered about Dan’s reaction. “What?”

“Fuck me,” Dan mumbled.

Phil’s eyes widened, his resolution faltering. “What?”

Dan looked into his eyes and spoke up. “Please, fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

Dan nodded, but when Phil didn’t move, he continued. “Phil, for fuck’s sake, I've been fingering myself in the shower thinking about you for years,” he said. “It's been years!”

Phil bit his lip as a memory crossed his mind. The first time they were together, Dan had asked Phil to ride him, it was only fair that he got to watch this time. “Alright,” he smirked. “Ride me.”

Dan didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded and straddled Phil, reaching for the bedside drawer, finding the lube and a condom in no time. Phil watched with rapt attention as Dan rubbed the lube between his fingers, his hand disappearing behind his back as he leaned down to kiss him and started stretching himself.

Even though Phil had no way of seeing exactly what Dan was doing, he could feel every sigh into the kiss, the tremble of his legs, and the incredibly happy smile that graced his lips. He took this opportunity to get reacquainted with Dan’s body, gently gracing the tips of his fingers on his nipples, shoulders, and down his back, feeling the goosebumps the sensation brought Dan until he reached Dan’s lower back. Curiosity got the best of him as he traced Dan’s fingers down to his hole. “Do you need help?” he mumbled against Dan’s lips hoping he would say yes.

Dan broke the kiss and he shook his head. “Just kiss me, I can do it,” he said, shutting his eyes with a focused frown.

Phil smirked and pulled Dan down for a deep kiss, letting out a happy sigh as his hands travelled south once again, settling on Dan’s ass and helping him move, causing him to grind gently on Phil as he fingered himself.

Turning his head towards Dan’s side, Phil managed to kiss his neck and suck lightly before the other pulled away.

“Don’t do that or this will be over before it starts,” Dan hissed, sitting up. He gave Phil a stern look and passed the condom and lube to him.

“Sorry,” Phil said with a smirk, not feeling sorry for a second. He tore the packet, uncapped the lube and did his usual method, making sure that the condom was rolled correctly and well lubed inside and out.

Dan pulled his fingers out and wiped his hands on his discarded T-shirt before settling them on Phil’s chest.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Phil asked, not wanting Dan to hurt himself.

“Yeah,” Dan said, reaching back to grab Phil’s cock. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and looked into Phil’s eyes as he sank down slowly, his brows burrowed into a frown.

There was a little resistance but Phil let Dan handle it on his own time.

“Fuck!” Dan moaned.

Phil was in heaven, his hands on Dan’s hips, helping him settle down slowly, feeling him pulse around him. “So beautiful,” Phil whispered.

“You,” Dan replied. He rolled his hips and it was Phil’s time to moan. Despite the stretching, Dan was so tight. “Always wanted to do this with you.”

“Yeah?” Phil asked breathlessly.

“Mhmm. I knew you would feel amazing,” Dan said. He started rocking, slowly at first but gradually getting into it. Throwing his head back, he rolled his hips again and again, pulling out and sinking back harder down with each roll.

Dan had such a beautiful neck, Phil wanted to bite it again, but he settled for watching the gorgeous expanse of skin just out of his reach, Adam’s apple bobbing as Dan swallowed and the muscles flexing as he moaned. Phil dug his nails into Dan’s hips and helped him sink down harder as they picked up the pace.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Dan whined, louder and louder and Phil was starting to get distracted thinking of the neighbours.

Then he did it. He spanked Dan’s ass, throwing him off his rhythm but watching his cock twitch at the pain. That kinky bastard. “Be quiet,” Phil snickered.

“Make me,” Dan pouted, slowing down to a stop.

“Really?” Phil asked.

The blush creeping up Dan’s chest and neck confirmed it, even before he nodded.

Phil tapped Dan’s side. “Up. I’ll take care of you,” he said and Dan looked way too happy about it. “On your knees and elbows.”

Dan bit his lip and gave him a sly smile before obliging. Just as he was settling comfortably on his elbows, Phil grabbed his ass, spreading him open and slowly pushed inside as deep as he could. Dan let out a low moan and arched his back, trying to push back against him. Phil paused, holding him still, giving Dan a moment to adjust to the feeling again before pulling one of his hands behind his back and then the other, leaving him trembling on his knees until he settled forward on his shoulders.

“I can’t really move like this,” Dan said.

“That’s the idea,” Phil replied and grasped both of Dan’s wrists with one hand, placing a pillow in front of his face. “If you want to scream, do it into the pillow. I trust you to turn your head to the side if you can’t breathe.”

“What if I want to choke?” Dan snorted and tried to move his hips but Phil spanked him with his free hand. “Ngh!”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard or gently?” Phil asked.

“Hard,” Dan groaned.

“Good. Then keep your hands behind your back like this,” Phil commanded. “Got it?”

“Yeah!” Dan moaned.

Satisfied with that reply, Phil let go of Dan’s hands and placed his own on Dan’s gorgeous hips again. He pulled out just a bit before thrusting back in, experimenting with different angles until he found what he was looking for. Smirking, Phil thrust harder and harder, barely able to hear Dan screaming his moans into the pillow above the sound of his blood rushing to his ears and the slap of flesh against flesh.

Dan put his hands down and pushed himself back against his thrusts. “Harder,” he begged as he began to tremble. “Please! please! I’ll be quiet,” he babbled.

Phil obliged, pulling out and slamming back into Dan as hard as he could, effectively pushing Dan into the mattress shoulders first again. “Touch yourself,” he said and continued to slam into him at a punishing pace.

Dan shut his eyes and turned his head to the side. He bit his lip hard, stifling his moans as his hand flew over his cock until he came with a silent scream.

Phil slammed into Dan one more time as deep as he could and came into the condom, shivering as he felt Dan’s overstimulated body twitch. He pulled out and discarded the condom but when he saw Dan’s beautiful body covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair stuck to his face, and the bruises already forming on his hips, Phil couldn’t help himself and pushed one finger inside of him, pressing it gently against his prostate. He leaned over Dan’s body and whispered: “Can I eat you out, Baby?”

“Fuck,” Dan laughed looking at him over his shoulder. “Right now?”

Phil raised one eyebrow at him.

“Yeah,” Dan whispered. “Ok.”

Phil grabbed Dan’s ass and pried his cheeks open, exposing his hole and pressed the tip of his tongue against it, giving him teasing licks for a few minutes until he sneaked his hand around and confirmed his suspicions, Dan was getting hard again.

“Bastard,” Dan said. “I’m too sensitive.” He pressed his face into the pillow.

“Do you want me to stop?” Phil teased.

Dan looked over his shoulder. “Shut up and eat me out,” he groaned.

“Bossy.” Phil laughed and shoved his tongue inside of Dan without further preamble. He alternated between thrusting his tongue inside and soft licks and kisses until Dan was ready to murder him. Only then did Phil properly fucked him with his tongue until his jaw was sore and even past that point, when Dan’s balls drew up and his hole clenched hard around Phil as he came for what felt like forever.

Dan lay down at his side, trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm and turned his head to look at Phil, his brows burrowing into a frown. Phil could see Dan’s expression slowly begin to change into one of worry, or even panic, as time went on.

“What’s wrong?” Phil asked, bracing himself as his anxiety began to rise with every second Dan stayed silent. “Please, don’t leave. Let’s talk about it.”

“I’m not leaving,” Dan mumbled, his eyes wide.

“Do you regret it?” Phil asked, his voice small, already cursing himself for pushing Dan’s boundaries.

“No!” Dan said and rolled onto his side to face Phil, lacing their fingers together. “No, I swear. I just -”

“What?” Phil squeaked.

“I meant to say it on a romantic date, not like that,” Dan pouted.

Phil’s brain was beginning to come back online and then it hit him, what Dan had said earlier. He actually meant what Phil had hoped he did. “You love me?”

“You’ve always known that. What I meant to say was… I am in love with you,” Dan said and held his gaze, waiting for an answer.

Phil smiled widely, letting out a sigh of relief. “Me too. I mean, I love you so much.” He rolled onto his side to face Dan and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, dropping a few more around his face for good measure.

Dan giggled as Phil kissed him all over but still asked: “But are you in love with me? That’s different.”

Phil rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah, I am in love with you, dork.”

“Then you are my boyfriend now,” Dan said with a cheeky smile.

“Is that even a question?” Phil asked, amused.

Dan shook his head, a smile still on his lips. “No, Lester. You are mine now. No turning back.”

“Good.” Phil nodded. “Stay.”

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be,” Dan said, pressing a kiss to the back of Phil’s hand.

“Aww, that’s cheesy,” Phil teased.

“It’s supposed to be cheesy,” Dan laughed.

Phil tickled him until Dan was cry-laughing and begging him to stop. “God, I love you, I love you so much, you can’t imagine,” he said and pressed their lips together into a soft kiss, sighing happily. It was just a relief to be able to say it out loud; Phil hadn’t realised how much he’d needed to say it, to let Dan know. “I love you,” he said again and he felt butterflies in his stomach at the fond smile Dan gave him, his eyes full of love and almost adoration.

“I love you too,” Dan whispered.

In fact, Dan’s voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear was what lulled Phil to sleep peacefully.

When Phil opened his eyes again, he felt inundated with a sense of happiness like he had never felt before, not in the early morning at least and not just for waking up, for being alive.

His vision focused and he smiled as he saw Dan snoring softly at his side, the sunlight coming through the window making his skin glow, enhancing the little freckles on his shoulders and the warm brown in his hair. He grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of Dan before cuddling up to him and resting his face on his shoulder.

Dan stirred, his brows furrowed until he saw Phil and flashed him a smile. “Hi, love,” Dan said in his low and raspy morning voice.

Phil almost squealed at the pet name, but he controlled himself. “Hi,” he whispered. “Breakfast?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Dan said. “Later.” His head disappeared under the sheets as he made his way down Phil’s body laying kisses on his wake.

Phil’s shocked laugh soon turned into a string of moans and, for some reason, they didn’t make it to breakfast until much much later.

Dan was good on his promise. He stayed that day, and the next, and the one after that, until he had to return to work, and even then he came back in his spare time. Just like back in the day, there was barely a time when Dan wasn’t at Phil’s flat. He had, once again, “dumped all his shit” at Phil’s and made it his second home, and in December, when Dan’s lease was due, the decision was obvious: he officially moved in with Phil.

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thirstyandbeautiful · 4 years ago

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HAPPY SLUTTY SUNDAY: part 6.1, the prequel to the long awaited foursome

You looked at Dan through the mirror you were sitting in front of. You had spent the past hour sitting at your vanity, carefully baking your face to perfection, accentuating your cheekbones with contour, smudging some black eyeshadow on the outer corner of your eye to make a sexy lining, the bright red matte lipstick making your lips look fuller.

“You look so gorgeous.” He stood behind you, allowing you to lean back against his stomach. He tapped on your shoulder three times, your secret signal for the start of a scene. You giggled and crossed your legs tightly together, letting him get a view of your stocking clad legs before tilting your head back so you can look straight up at him. He smirked down at you. “Daddy can barely wait for Mick to get here. To get you looking up at me like this but with my cock in your mouth.”

“Why do we have to wait, daddy?” You purred.

Dan’s hand shot up, pulling your hair so that you were no longer looking up at him, but straight ahead again through the mirror. “Because Daddy makes the fucking rules and you don’t get any dick until I say so.”

He pushed your head forward as he let go, walking out of the room, leaving you to catch your breathe, squeezing your thighs together to stop yourself from touching yourself. They’d know if you did. You leaned forward, taking another look at your makeup to make sure it was perfect. Fuck, tonight was going to be intense. You had discussed everything at length with Michael and Daniel, letting them communicate everything decided on to Mick. Mick wasn’t being welcomed into your relationship, only your bed, and so far only for tonight. So he’d join your scene tonight, and you’d get three different dicks in one night. It felt like your heart dropped into your pussy just thinking about it.

Once you had taken a deep breath and were able to uncross your legs, you stood and closed the door to the room. Once the door was shut, you turned in front of the mirror and untied your robe. Dropping your silk cover to the ground, you felt yourself get wet from the cold air that hit all the skin that was exposed. You looked good.

Your phone buzzed on your vanity.

Papi 💕: He’s here love

Papi 💕: color?

Green. So fucking green.

You answered him, placed your phone back on the vanity and straightened your back. Trying to make your body taut and lean as you kept shoes off as Michael had requested. You waited for the next message signaling you to come out.

You closed your eyes, breathing deep. They had rearranged the living room for this scene. Pushing tables and couches out of the way until there was nothing but bright lights set up in the corners, couches against the wall, with lots of fancy looking blankets that looked more like rugs in the center of the room. The boys had tested the softness of the little nest they made on their own knees and bodies throughout the week, forbidding you from taking part each day. You had all agreed that you wanted to be gagging for it, so a week long dry spell was decided.

A whole week.

A week of watching Michael and Daniel take turns bending each other over each and every surface in the apartment. Not to mention that day Michael was a show off and lifted Daniel on to his dick in the center of the room, proving there was no surface needed. Each day got more torturous, starting off with them sucking each other’s faces whenever they crossed paths, until they literally dropped to their knees in front of each other, mouths open and ready to suck cock. Every night hearing the sounds of them jerking each other off in the darkness of your bedroom. The other day Michael had left you and Daniel home while he ran to the store, and it hadn’t taken long for you to end up in Daniel’s lap, aggressively making out. But what made Michael laugh until you were red from humiliation was that he walked in on you riding Daniel, fully clothed. You bounced his Daniel’s lap as he laughed, unable to stop rubbing your aching, clothed pussy against the hardness between Daniel’s legs. It hadn’t helped that Daniel threw you off of him and let Michael finish him off in his mouth.

By the time last night, the literal last night of your torture, came you were gagging for it. A full week of not a single finger, tongue, dick, or toy near your pussy had you different. When you watched Michael and Dan stumble into bed next to you, fully nude and hard, something in you shifted, and you desperately begged for at least some of their cum. They had humiliated you the whole night, not allowing you to touch yourself, neither one of them touching you either. Instead of any sort of touch, they made you hold your own legs and pussy lips open. You held yourself obscenely on display, the two boys talking filthy to you as they stroked themselves over your spread legs. Michael had came first, stroking himself right above your clit so all his cum covered it. Your body shook feeling the warmth that you knew was usually inside you drip down your clit, making a glazed mess of your pussy lips. You had let out a scream when Daniel had unexpectedly pressed the head of his penis against your opening, shooting his release inside you. To feel the pressure of his hot, velvety and heavy tip against you but not penetrating you made you cry. Somehow getting cum inside you felt worse than nothing in that moment.

While they tortured you, you tortured Mick. You dressed up daily, covering your body in all the lace and silk lingerie that made up your naughty wardrobe. Sometimes you’d ask Daniel or Michael to help you take the shots so you could get special angles, and they’d always act like they had no problem seeing you in the skimpiest of your clothes. The first two days, Mick didn’t answer your photo messages, but the third day it was like a light switch came on. You received more photos than you were sending, and each one made your pussy gush.

The first few were tame, some shots of Mick after working out, his toned arms (much bigger than you had ever realized they were) curled behind his back, or a side view of his lean, clothed, sweaty body, his muscle shirts showing the shifting of ribs and his well defined, worked out arm muscles. But then the next day he had no shirt on, his hairless fair skinned chest lean with just the right amount of muscle. The size of his chest screaming strength, with his shoulders looking even broader with no shirt on. His tapered waist was almost envious if it wasn’t so busy making you drool. His six pack abs were the most defined part of his body. Another day his shorts were lower, his adonis belt looking lick-able, his smooth lower belly promising things. The next day she got her first view of his cock in the form of a sizable tent in his sweatpants, the pants even lower now. The following day, a lower body shot showed his length barely contained in his briefs, a wet mark showing you just what he was thinking about, his hand placed underneath the outline of his cock, obviously stroking other parts of himself. Then last night, while you were in the bathroom crying as Daniel’s cum leaked out from your needy and still empty cunt, he sent the picture that robbed you of your sleep.

It was a full on fuck boy pose.

He was fresh out the shower, the steam on the edges of the mirror and the glass shower doors behind him made that certain. His body was wet, his normally tame hair naturally messy, water droplets still dripping down his chest. He was leaning slightly to one side, and had one hand behind his head, accentuating his bulging biceps. His wet abs had water trail marks down passed the deep v on his waist, shining down the flat skin of his pelvis before your eyes finally got to the prize of the picture. Mick’s cock was long, jutting out from his body, so erect that rather than heavily lay against his thick thighs, it curved upward towards the left side of his adonis belt. You felt a whimper leave your mouth as you took in his body. You didn’t realize how long you had been staring at the picture until your phone vibrated again, breaking you from your trance.

It was Mick again. This time a video.

You pressed play, and gasped as the camera angle showed every inch of his hardened dick in his hand. He was stroking himself. You wanted so badly for it to be your hand stroking him, for you to be on your knees in front of him. The thought made your mouth water, as if it knew how badly you wanted to suck him off. You watched him stroke himself until his hand came to a stop, his voice breaking through the silence of the video.

“See you tomorrow.”

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#w #hoe fairy #fic #part 6 #Australian daddy express #plus the new blond kid #SLUTTY SUNDAY #aussies + mick

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howellaboutyas · 7 years ago

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Sluts are a Social Construct

In which 2009 Dan feels like a slut for having sex with Phil the day after they met and doesn't really understand why. He enjoyed it and loves the memories but why does it make him feel so... dirty? (and not in a good way). Then ya boi Phil saves the day.

Warnings: frottage, language, smut (not intense, more of a lead up), fluffity-fluff y’all, I wrote this at four a.m. so it probably sucks (but what’s new?).

Word count: 1.9k

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Dan and Phil have sex a lot. Way more than Dan ever thought he would with someone he'd only met in person a little over a month ago.

When he got back home after staying at Phil's for the first time he couldn't get out of his own head. He felt like a total slag. By the second night he was there they’d made love. Don’t get Dan wrong, he'd loved every moment of it when it happened. And then when it happened again the next morning, and that afternoon and then the morning after that until Dan left.

Dan didn't really understand why he was upset. He wasn't angry with Phil, Phil had made sure the whole time that Dan was comfortable and okay and generally just consenting. And Dan was. Oh boy, he was.

But if thinking back at the moments made him feel all warm and filled with butterflies, why did he feel so... well, dirty.

When he had his girlfriend (the only person he'd ever dated other than Phil), it took two years to have sex with her and they did it once before they broke up. So how come it took him over two years to pork her but 18 hours to let Phil fuck him? Did he regret it? He didn't think so...

He tucked all of these thoughts to the back of his mind as he sat on his bed and opened his laptop. Not even ten minutes later, Phil, had skype called him and they were already planning when Dan could go back and visit again.

"You okay?" Phil asks out of the blue.

"Y-yeah," Dan stutters to find his words. "Why’d you ask?"

"You seem kind of off is all."

"Just a lot on my mind I guess, don't worry about it." Dan insists faux smile and all.

"Anything I can do?" Phil offers.

"Make time go fast so I can be with you again." Dan says, "That’d do the trick."

Phil just gives a tired chuckle and drops the subject.

Though the subject occasionally pops into Dan's head and shames him, he does his best to block out the thoughts of "whore" that his brain so desperately tries to push onto him. Dan just chalks it up to his self-hate issues and focusses on counting down the days till he sees Phil again. Only 4 more days.

3 days He doesn't really want to see you. He’s just too nice to tell you he doesn't want you to ever come visit him again.

2 days Phil's probably disgusted by you. After all, why would he want to be with a slag? Someone who's so easy that they would have sex after knowing someone for a day.

1 day You shouldn't even go.

By the time Dan has to leave for his train, he's genuinely considering telling Phil he's ill and can't come. The idea of him being "slutty" has been haunting him. He’s decided. He’s not going. He can't. Phil definitely wouldn't want him there anyway, who would when he's so- BEEP BEEP!

It’s Phil. Of course, it's Phil. The message read: "hey, I'm really excited to see you today. I'll pick you up at the station <3".

Dan slouches and sighs. God, he's so in love. Dan takes a deep breath, grabs his suitcase and forces himself out the house. I can do this. Dan says to himself in an attempt of boosting his confidence. However, that boost of confidence is almost immediately lost and he ends up sitting on the train, stuck in his head. Constant thoughts of he probably won't even touch you because he thinks you're easy or if Phil doesn't want you then I fucking guarantee no one else will. Dan sits through the assault from his mind.

When the train stops and the doors open, Dan doesn't get up. In fact, he's the last person to get off the train. He sighs and walks out onto the platform, a solid six minutes after everyone, suitcase dragging haphazardly behind him. His eyes stayed glued to the floor and his feet are dragging, eyes only leaving the ground when a businessman powerwalking to the other side of the station bumps into Dan. Dan apologizes but suddenly feels no remorse when the man just glares and walks past him.

"Dan!" a voice yells to the left of him. Dan’s already looking in the direction of the voice, already knowing exactly who it is. And there's Phil, long, lanky legs jogging towards him and Dan's heart just melts. The moment Phil's close enough, he's pulling Dan into a hug. Dan’s hand is on Phil's chest and he can feel Phil's heart beating, warm and close, in front of everyone on the bustling platform.

After half a minute Phil pulls away and they make eye contact for the first time and Dan's heart gets lodged in his throat, just how it did the first time they met. Phil’s smile makes Dan just feel safe and okay.

They say their greetings (Dan stuttering through it as usual) and head toward the taxi. Phil’s standing so close that their shoulders and hands keep brushing and Dan feels like a fucking anime school girl for freaking out over it.

"Hey," Phil says as they approach the taxi. "Are you okay?"

"Uhh" Dan looks up and makes eye contact with Phil. "y-yeah, totally! W-why?"

"You just seem kind of out of it is all."

"I- uh- how so?"

"I mean, you took a while to get off the train and you were just kind of standing there. And, I don't know, you're just not as smiley as normal." Phil says opening the taxi door for Dan to climb in.

"Thinking too much is all." Dan shrugs and climbs in.

"Okay," Phil says sounding defeated. Phil turns round to greet the driver and climbs in next to Dan. He grabs Dan’s hand and intertwines their fingers together. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

Dan swallows the lump in his throat but still can't manage to form words so just nods.

The drive to Phil's house is normal. They joke and laugh and at one point Dan gesticulates and whilst trying to talk with his hands pulls Phil's up with him. They break out laughing and Dan seems to feel a little better.

Phil’s parents aren't home and basically since they got there Phil literally only talks about how much he's missed Dan. When nine p.m. rolls around they decide that watching a horror movie and cuddling seems fun. However, twelve minutes into Friday the thirteenth and they're making out.

Somewhere within the twenty-minute long make-out session, Phil had managed to get Dan lying flat on his back on the couch while Phil hovered over him kissing and biting at Dan’s lips.

Phil pulls back for a moment and looks Dan in the eye and gives him a gentle smile. He lowers his head again and starts kissing Dan's neck and savours the shivers and gasps. And then Phil does something even more unexpected and starts rolling his hips into Dan. Dan gasps and whimpers. Phil stops and they make eye contact again and Phil’s facial expression changes. "Is this okay? Is it too much, do you want to stop?"

"It’s, uh- yeah, I’m okay." Dan tries.

Phil smiles and keeps grinding, his head dropping back down to the crook of Dan’s neck, hot breath tickling Dan’s neck and making him shiver even more. Phil’s groaning and Dan’s whimpering, the room seeming to grow warmer. What Phil hadn't realized was that Dan’s whimpers weren't entirely from pleasure.

Phil’s in the middle of leaving hot, wet open-mouthed kisses along Dan’s neck when he grinds particularly hard against Dan and Phil tastes something salty. He pulls his head away from Dan and realizes that Dan’s crying, practically sobbing, and he freaks out. He panics and stops all motion, sitting up and the pulling Dan off the couch to sit opposite to him.

"...Dan?" Phil asks cautiously. Dan wipes the tears from his eyes and fakes a smile.

"Nothing Phil, I’m fine. Sorry..." Dan says, attempting to seem genuine.

"Dan!" Phil says sternly, instantly upset. "Why are you lying to me? You can't just start crying while we're... you-know-what and then not tell me why you’re crying!"

Another whimper tears itself from Dan and he embarrassedly looks away, muttering an apology. Phil instantly regrets it and shuffles closer to Dan, hugging him. "I’m sorry," he says. "Did I misread something? I thought you gave me consent."

"I did," Dan mumbles into Phil’s chest.

"I would have stopped if you asked me to Dan, you should know tha-"

"It’s not anything like that Phil!" Dan shoves Phil away from him. "They’re happy tears..."

"What?" Phil asked. "No way, then why were you-"

"I thought you wouldn't want to be intimate with me because we had sex too soon last time Phil," Dan said, hurriedly. Phil still had a puzzled look on his face, clearly wanting Dan to elaborate more. "I feel like it was too easy."

Phil looked Dan in the eye, a spectrum of emotion flashing through Phil’s features, eventually settling somewhere between relief and laughter. Phil chuckled and kissed a very confused Dan.

Why is he laughing at me?

"Dan, you're my boyfriend," Phil said, making Dan’s heart flutter. He wasn't used to the term but still loved it with every ounce of his being. The term made him feel safe. "You’re not 'easy' if you sleep with your significant other! Jeez," Phil pulls Dan forward into a hug and is about to speak again when Dan interrupts.

"S-so you don’t think I’m a slag?" Phil’s face twists at the question. "What? No, Dan! For one, slags and sluts aren't real things. They aren't labels you should put on anyone, especially not yourself!" Phil sighed heavily and kissed Dan gently. "Stop talking about yourself like you're the one night stand to some creepy middle-aged dad."

Dan sniffled and nodded, gaze falling to his lap. Phil swept some hair out of Dan’s eyes and kissed him again.

"Dan," he said, guiding the younger’s head with his hand so that they were making eye contact. "I love you," Phil said in the most serious tone Dan had ever heard him use. The goofy smile that painted itself across Dan’s features made Phil’s heart melt.

Somehow after that, they ended up in Phil’s room, kissing on his bed and gently caressing each other. But Phil stopped himself from getting carried away and decided it would be best for Dan if they just cuddled and slept. Which he was right about.

Phil spooned Dan, the latter feeling warm and cared for. This was never something Dan knew he wanted, to be cared for and coddled, but apparently, he lives for it. Or at least he does when it comes to Phil. Dan feels warm and safe in Phil’s arms and heck, warm and safe under the label of being Phil’s boyfriend.

They fall asleep quickly, Phil cuddling Dan and Dan thanking him. The walls being the only other thing to hear their hushed whispers of 'I love you'. Well... the walls and maybe the 3 posters and cardboard cut out of Sarah Michelle Gellar.

#mine #phanfiction #phan #phandom #2009 #2009 phan #smut #(sorta)#i didn't proof read this #and it's four a.m.#but what's new

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The True Meaning of “Punk” Ch. 1

Pairing: Dan/ Phil; Phan Genre: High school AU; chaptered Warning: NSFW (see tags for more specifics) Word Count: 3029/ ? Summary: It is Dan’s last year of sixth form and he is ready to just say ‘fuck it’ and be himself for once. He meets a sinfully attractive (but actually dorky) uni student named Phil who helps him in his quest to embrace and express himself. Notes: This is a work in progress and will be updated regularly (It will help if I have some people cheering me on!). This isn’t going to have a lot of complex plot, honestly. I just want Dan to… explore. Tags: smut, fluff, high school AU, university AU, slight age difference, pastel!Dan, punk!Phil, drinking, eventual kinkiness, sub/dom, bdsm, daddy kink, feminization, mild homophobia (some of which will happen during sex), pain play

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Dan stared at himself, contemplating his face and naked body through a mirror dripping with condensation. He was glad that his skin was cooperating today; it was pale, but smooth and unblemished. His eyes traced the beauty marks and tiny freckles that dotted his cheeks and jaw. He wouldn’t need any concealer.

Dan reached under the sink and pulled out a small, unassuming black bag full of makeup products. He started with mascara, pumping the wand into the silver tube and covering it with black product. He had been blessed with long, thick eyelashes as it was. But, mascara lengthened them even more. His eyes looked bigger, more feminine. He smiled at his already changing face.

Next, he swiped his finger in some glittery, silver eyeshadow and wiped it across his eyelids. The woman at Sephora who sold him the tiny pan had been so kind. He had shyly asked her to guide him to the best products and she gushed about silver making his eyes sparkle. Dan observed himself; she hadn’t been wrong. Experimentally, he fluttered his enhanced eyelashes. He tried to imagine himself as a stranger. Did he look cute? Coy? Like a freak?

Dan’s fingers found the tube of makeup that would complete his look tonight. There was nothing particularly special about the lip gloss, except that it was peach-colored and tasted like strawberries. He grasped the little tube in his fingers even after the gloss was applied to his plump lips. He knew he’d lick the delicious shit off within five minutes of arriving to the party. He was going to keep it handy for reapplication.

Dan made eye contact with himself while he ran his fingers through his damp hair, messing with the curls, tugging experimentally. A shiver ran down his spine and he let go of his hair, not wanting to go down that path before a party.

A quick glance at his phone revealed that he didn’t have any more time to fuck around. Dan decided to embrace his natural state for tonight, choosing to towel dry his hair and let the curls fall where they may. He wrapped a towel around his waist and padded out of the bathroom.

Dan entered his room and dressed quickly. As the soft fabric of his floral romper slid up his thighs, his stomach twisted with nerves. This wasn’t the first time that he had dressed traditionally feminine, but it was his first time he was wearing the romper out. He eyed his hairless, exposed legs. Should he go for something safer? Dan shook his head, buttoning the last button on the romper and slipping on white, high-top converse shoes. This year, Dan was going to be himself for once. Try it on for size. Dan’s phone rang and a picture of Louise falling out of a chair, with a hilarious look of sheer doom on her face, popped up on his iPhone.

“Yo yo yo, Louise! You ready for this?” Dan grinned into his mirror, eyeing his finished look. Appraising himself. Trying to look through the eyes of a stranger.

“Dan– Daniel. You sound like a grandfather.” Louise deadpanned on the other end. “Have you finished preening yet? I can practically hear you staring at yourself in the mirror.”

Dan blushed, despite the fact that she couldn’t see that she was 100% correct. “Oi, fuck off, mate. And I’m sure your ends aren’t freshly dyed and coiled into perfect locks.”

“Touche, Howell. I’m sure we both will look fabulous. I’m on my way soon to pick you up.”

“Ok.” Dan pat nervous fingers over his drying curls, careful not to damage their natural shape. “Hey… Lou… romper or no?”

He could hear the fondness in her voice. “Romper, duh. I’ll see you five, deary.”

And then Louise and Dan were at Felix’s house way too soon. Dan worried at the hem of his romper, thinking that it had been a mistake, but not wanting to feel the shame of putting on the back-up pants he had slipped into his backpack last-minute. Not wanting to feel the shame of pretending he was just wearing a regular shirt. ‘Ugh, socializing. Putting myself out there. Why am I here?’ Louise sensed Dan’s growing anxiety. She parked her beater on the side of the road and turned to Dan. “You ready to find a nice boy to suck face with?”

Dan groaned and pressed his palms into his eyes, careful not to rub his makeup off. “Shut up, mom. You’re embarrassing me.”

“Daniel Howell look at me. You look bangin’. Fleeked, as the kids say. Boys are gonna be pawing to get to you. I will have to fight them off with my– breasts.”

“Breasts?” Dan peeked up at Louise through his fingers and her eyes widened.

“I don’t know why I said that.”

And just like that, the two friends were doubled over laughing, tears in their eyes. Dan shook his head. What could go wrong with his best friend by his side?

He pulled open the car door and approached the house; the sun was dipping below the horizon and he could feel the thump of loud music. Louise and Dan had a system with parties. They never showed up on time and, oh God, they absolutely never showed up early. Parties during the daytime were downright shameful. Everyone was too sober, too awkward. Dan physically shivered at the thought. He could work with drunk bodies swaying in the dark. Not, like, actual conscious humans.

The door opened before Dan could even put his hand on the knob. Someone he didn’t know pushed his way past Dan and vomited violently into the bushes surrounding the walk way. Dan felt briefly sorry for Felix’s parents and made wide-eye contact with Louise. She stifled a giggle and grabbed Dan’s hand, pulling him through the door.

The house was dark and thrumming with energy and movement. Felix was throwing a party because it was the beginning of their Year Thirteen. Dan couldn’t believe it– the end of his A-levels. He didn’t dwell on it, though, knowing that thoughts of university and careers would only fill him with existential dread. Right now, he just wanted to drink and dance and maybe be a little bit slutty. Big, new school year resolutions.

Louise continued to pull Dan and they found themselves in the kitchen, where there was an array of alcoholic beverages, including: bad beer, a questionable bucket of jungle juice, and cheap vodka shots. Dan hated vodka but poured a couple just to lubricate himself… socially. Louise cheered as he tossed the vile liquid back, holding back a grimace as the end of the shot hit his tongue. He held back the urge to cough. Louise did a shot as well, slamming the empty cup on the table. She made eye-contact with someone behind Dan.

“Hey, Peej! Come do a shot!” Dan turned around and grinned at PJ, who raced to do what Louise told him to do. His messy hair was falling into his eyes, as always, and his green eyes blazed. He poured a shot that was way too full, hollered ‘fuck Year Thirteen!’ and pounded the vodka. Dan laughed, Louise whooped, and everyone around them joined in a disjointed response cry of ‘fuck Year Thirteen!’ Although, Dan recognized some younger students too.

“So’d you guys just get here?” PJ was buzzed, smiling dopily at his friends.

“Yeah, mate.” Dan responded, peeking into the bucket of jungle juice with a wary expression.

“Oh, don’t worry it’s good. Just gotta ignore the chunks.” PJ’s nose wrinkled and Louise laughed again. Dan just shrugged and dunked a red cup into the bucket of wonder. He marveled at the purple color and took a long pull of it. He coughed. It had to be about 99% alcohol, 1% juice. Despite PJ’s comment, there were no chunks.

“It tastes like ass.”

“Not my fault you know what that tastes like, mate.” PJ grinned and Dan rolled his eyes. “So Louise, what’s the scoop? What’s the end goal? Mama cat on the prowl tonight?” PJ was just drunk enough to add a sassy meow to the end of his sentence and Louise slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Oh God, PJ. Go home, you’re drunk.”

“She’s had her eye on Liam this summer,” Dan’s eyebrows danced up and down. “Lou’s gotta crush!”

“Liam– the one who works at the movie theater? The one with the tousled blonde hair?”

Louise smiled dreamily and sighed. “The very one!”

“The one wearing a dark blue button-up.” Louise looked confused. “Right behind you, mate!” PJ ducked out of the room them, cackling and moving his shoulders to the curiously Latin American beat. Sure enough, Liam was leaning across the counter right behind Louise. She handled it well– shrieking and forcefully grabbing Dan’s elbow. She yanked him out of the kitchen right into the main dancefloor that was the living room.

“Ow, Lou, what the hell?” Dan rubbed his peach-clad elbow. “Just for that, I’m going to go tell Liam that you want his babies.” Louise answered by shrieking again. “Hey, but really, you should talk to him. You’ve been crushing on him and I want to go be slutty.”

Louise eyes shone with a please-don’t-leave-me-you-are-my-best-friend look, mixed with her notorious and-I-can-ruin-your-life-if-I-wanted-to glint. Dan rolled his eyes again. His eyeballs were getting a lot of exercise tonight. “Here. This is what we will do.” Dan spun Louise around, hands pushing against her shoulder blades. He steered her back toward the kitchen. She spluttered. “You’re gonna take another shot. Or two.” He grabbed a glass of the counter, tipped it at her mouth. Louise, always the champ, successfully got the vodka down her throat. Then, you’re gonna talk to HEY LIAM!”

Louise choked and the tall, blonde boy hanging on the countertop looked up from his beer. “Hey, what’s up, Dan?” Liam smiled and Dan could practically feel Louise melt.

“Well, you’ve met Louise. She’s thinking about getting a job to save up for university. Ever the pragmatic lady, Louise. She was curious about what it’s like to work at a movie theater. Well you’re like the bloody expert, aren’t ya?” If Dan was laying it on a little thick, Liam was none the wiser to Dan’s cheeky tactics.

“Hey! That’s cool! Louise, we could work at the same theater and complain about customers!” When Louise didn’t respond, Dan nudged her. She seemed to wake up.

‘Fuck customers!’ was what came out of her mouth and Dan wanted to facepalm. To Liam’s credit, he just laughed and went on the other side of the counter to engage Louise in some friendly conversation. Dan’s work here was done. ‘Now I’m on my own,’ he realized. His face flushed and his heartbeat quickened.

Dan had a relatively high tolerance for alcohol, he had discovered. He tipped vodka into the shot glass he still held in one hand and drank it. He finished off his cup of jungle ass-juice. That would do for now. He had enough in him to… mingle. To forget about what he was wearing and shake it. He snuck out of the kitchen, grinning briefly at Louise who was deep in conversation with Liam.

Usually Dan took on the role of people-watcher at these parties. Sometimes, even out loud, he would pretend to be a nature documentary narrator. ‘Oh, wow. Here we find a rare species known as the “fuckus boyus.” Here we can see him preying on a young year ten.’

Although it was fun to hide in the shadows and be cynical about his peers, Dan decided this year that it was time for him to get some dick. Eighteen years old and still a virgin. It wasn’t bad or wrong– virginity was a social construct established by a misogynistic society, for that matter. Despite that, Dan wanted to know what it was like to be held, kissed, fucked. Before university. The only problem was… he had no idea how people did this.

So he mingled. He danced. He found some cute boys to grind on and only some of them told him to fuck off, fairy boy. Dan wasn’t even bothered. His hands kept finding drinks, his body (badly) gyrated badly to the (still vaguely Latin American) music. He witnessed some embarrassing white kid dancing, a very physical game of beer pong, and a couple humping right out in the open on Felix’s mother’s couch. No one person really caught his eye. He had known most of them since primary school and they were, quite frankly, old news.

Then, a dark figure caught his eye. He was unfamiliar and beautiful and– ‘so tall, wow, I could climb him like a tree.’

He was leaned against the doorframe of Felix’s living room, looking like a whole meal, as the kids say. He was tall– at least six feet. His legs went for miles and were clad in sinfully tight skinny jeans. Dan’s eyes traveled up the stranger’s body and he suddenly felt very sweaty and lightheaded. The mystery boy had on a black band T-shirt and a leather jacket. His long, pale neck sported– Dan squinted– a tattoo. He could already feel his knees going weak. Dan couldn’t make out much of the stranger’s face from across the room; his black fringe cast a deep shadow across it.

Dan was drunk, tingly, and very interested in Mr. tall, dark, and mysterious. He extracted himself from the girl he was dancing with, kissing her on the cheek. She quickly found another dancing partner. The room spun only a little as he made his way across the dancefloor. Up close, Dan could now make out several piercings standing out against porcelain skin. The tattoo was of a dragon. The stranger was staring at Dan, not unkindly. He had a few inches on Dan, which was… distracting. A crooked smile played on his lips and Dan had a hard time prying his eyes away from the black snakebites piercing them.

“Hey, you’re hot.” Dan wanted to facepalm. He was drunk, yes, but not so far gone that he didn’t know that such a statement wasn’t socially acceptable– ‘you idiot.’ The stranger seemed amused, thankfully, a deep chuckle escaping the mouth that Dan definitely wasn’t still staring at.

The stranger stuck out his hand and Dan grabbed it, ignoring how warm and soft it was. “Phil Lester. You’re pretty hot yourself, princess.” Dan frowned slightly, wondering if Phil was making fun of him. His smile looked so genuine and non-threatening, though. He decided that Phil was only being flirty.

“Daniel Howell. Dan. Though, I could get used to princess if you’d prefer that.” Dan was surprised by his smoothness, but chose not to jinx it by dwelling on the moment too much. Phil laughed then, a proper laugh, his tongue poking out of his teeth. And that was way too adorable for his tough, punk exterior. However, Dan didn’t miss the glint of a tongue piercing and he briefly wondered what it would feel like on his cock. Dan blinked hard to rid himself of such thoughts. “So, why haven’t I seen you around before? Are you a figment of my imagination?”

Phil shook his head, “No, I’m pretty real. Feel me.” He flexed an arm and leaned it toward Dan. Dan’s head swum, but he felt the muscle by fondling it with too-sweaty hands. He simply wanted to run with the joke, of course.

“Yep. You’re real. Can confirm.”

“But seriously, I go to uni in Manchester,” Phil’s fingers raked through his hair nervously, “I know it sounds creepy… an old guy like me hanging out at a party with a bunch of sixth formers,” Phil suddenly looked panicked, “Oh gosh, no offense! I don’t have anything against you guys.” Dan wanted to butt in and assure the uni student, but he was barreling on.

“Felix is my parent’s next door neighbor! He invited me because I’ve been pretty bored over the summer.” There was a beat, “Although he immediately left me, so now I wonder if I’m just the token uni kid to make his party seem cooler,” Phil grumbled almost under his breath and Dan smiled. Yeah, Felix was a prick like that. “Honestly, I’ve just been hovering by this doorway, not talking to anyone. So I’m just losing cool points, really.”

Dan crossed his arms, grinning. “Well, you’re in luck. I’m just about the most popular guy at this school. Stick with me and you’ll immediately be the coolest kid here!” Phil actually looked confused for a second and Dan took pity on him. “Phil, I’m kidding. Look at me. I have a bloody romper and lip gloss on, for godsakes. Most kids are embarrassed to know me. Talking to me is practically social suicide.” Dan giggled and Phil followed suit.

“You’re funny, Howell.” A beat passed and Phil’s face softened, “And, for whatever it’s worth, I like the romper… and the lip gloss.” And then Dan must have been dreaming, because Phil’s thumb came up to brush against his bottom lip.

Dan squeaked, “Hey, I’m gonna have to reapply that, you know.” He regretted the words instantly when they caused Phil to remove his thumb. However, it just came to rest on Dan’s soft jaw. His skin burned where Phil was touching him.

“We could do something that would really make you need to reapply your lip gloss,” Phil practically purred. The sudden shift from rambling, socially awkward uni kid to sexy punk was leaving Dan breathless. He felt like he might pass out. Or maybe he already had and this was just a dream. Maybe Phil was just a figment of his horny, hormonal imagination. It would make sense, since right now, he seemed like something straight out of a bodice-ripper.

“Am I dreaming?” Dan gazed up at Phil, who cracked a smile.

“No, we’ve been over this. I’m real, remember?” Almost to prove his point, Phil’s thumb slowly stroked along Dan’s jaw, toward his chin. The world went into slow motion and the pounding music went muffled. Gently, Phil tilted Dan’s chin up and his pierced lips inched toward Dan’s glossed ones.

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Sweet Pea (3/?)

Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: Hello and good morning/evening/night! This week has been SO crazy and I almost couldn't upload because I didn't have internet until yesterday! But guess what?! I'm finally in my very first APARTMENT! it's so amazing tbh and i have a table cloth that has a bunch of cacti on it and we bought a shit ton of flowers. Wish you could all see it! Anyways, thanks again to @snowbunnylester and @littlelionsloves for betaing this for me! I hope you all enjoy it! Lyric credit: Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria Previous | Masterlist

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Chapter Three

Well you're just as I presumed. You're a whore in sheep's clothing, fucking up all I do.

A week later, they decided to go to a shopping outlet, and Phil could hardly contain his excitement. He hadn’t been out and about with friends in so long, and to do so with Nico was like a dream come true. It was as if he was living in a constant dream with Nico by his side, and he couldn’t believe he had found someone who suited him so perfectly. They decided to quite literally shop until they dropped, and Phil decided to try on a few items of clothing despite the fact that he didn’t have any money to spend, being a poor uni student and all. They entered Topman, and Phil began to ravage the racks, raking his eyes over each article of clothing until his eyes were aching.

In the end, he decided to try on a tank top with geometric patterns all over it, a white shirt with a lemon on the breast, and another with roses on the shoulders. He tried each one on to show Nico, jokingly putting on a fashion show as if he was some over-the-top model. “Sexy!” Nico applauded to the rose shirt. “Hot!” he exclaimed over the lemon shirt. “I saved the best for last,” Phil giggled, speaking through the door as he pulled the tank top over his head. This was the one he was the most excited about, even though he typically didn’t wear tank tops. He just really appreciated the contrast of the dark shirt with the orange and red geometric patterns. It was cool, and Phil liked to feel cool. He emerged once he was wearing it, striking some dumb pose with his hands on his hips and his lips in a ‘sexy’ pout. “Ta-da!” he squealed, and waited for Nico’s input. He was certain that Nico would like it just as much as Phil did. However he didn’t really get the reaction he was looking for.

Nico was silent for a long while, just staring at him, and if Phil didn’t know any better then he would have thought that Nico was checking him out. The only reason that Phil knew Nico wasn’t was because of his expression. Usually, Nico had a smile on his face. He was a very smiley person, which is one of the things about him that made him attractive to Phil. But now, his dark eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were set in a hard line as he ran his eyes over Phil’s exposed shoulders and the tight fitting torso. Suddenly Phil felt very small, even though he was taller than Nico was by a good four inches.

“I don’t like it,” Nico said simply after a moment. Phil’s shoulders slumped and he could feel himself trying to get himself to be as small as possible. “Why not?”

Nico shrugged noncommittally. “It’s too…” Nico waved his hand around, gesturing to Phil’s chest and bare shoulders. “Revealing, I suppose. A bit slutty. You belong to me, remember? I don’t want anyone else to look at you.” His voice had a joking tone to it, but his eyes were serious, and Phil couldn’t help but feel guilty for even picking out something that revealed his shoulders. Nico was right, Phil did belong to him, and if it made Nico uncomfortable when Phil wore that kind of thing, then he wouldn’t feel comfortable knowing his boyfriend didn’t like it. “You’re right,” Phil said lightly. He let a laugh bubble out of his chest, just a small one to hide the disappointment dwelling there. “I didn’t even think about that.” He didn’t wait for Nico to answer before he was closing the door to the dressing room once more and stripping himself of the offending item as if it had burnt him. He didn’t even want to look at it anymore.

Phil ended up buying the lemon shirt and the rose shirt even though he didn’t have much money, while Nico bought a Led Zeppelin shirt, adding to his ever-growing collection of band shirts. Phil told him that he looked good in it, and that was enough for Nico to buy it.

They went through a few more shops after that, giggling and having an all around good time. Soon enough, Phil almost completely forgot about what had happened in Topman and had just started to focus on how they were able to bond and get to know each other better. Nico was funny, he was always making Phil laugh and showing him things in stores that he thought Phil would like. “This would look so good on you,” Nico exclaimed, holding out a black object.

Phil took hold of it so he could get a closer look, and when he realised what it was, he crinkled his nose. “A choker? Really?” he deadpanned, unamused. Did he look like someone who would go around wearing chokers all the time? It was pretty enough, made out of black velvet with a little moon dangling from it, but it just didn’t feel like an object Phil would actively wear in public.

Nico pouted at him, sticking out his lip, and Phil had trouble holding himself back so he didn’t surge forward and capture those pink lips with his own. “Please? It’d look so good on you, sweet pea!” With the nickname, Phil could feel himself melting, becoming jelly just from two words. He turned the choker around in his hands and sighed.

“Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.” He smiled and shoved the object back at Nico. “Help me try it on?” Nico didn’t complain and took the necklace from him, unbuckling it and wrapping it around Phil’s neck. The fabric was smooth against his skin and the moon settled against his throat lightly, a small weight that let him know it was there. It was slightly too tight though, made him feel like he was choking slightly, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant. But Nico’s fingers were gentle, skimming lightly against his skin, which made Phil relax into the touch. “It’s so tight,” Phil murmured, pulling at the choker with a single finger. He made a face, sticking his tongue out. “I feel as if it’s choking me.”

Nico snorted and touched the moon with his pointer finger. He was smiling though, looking at Phil as if he was the best thing in the world. “I like it on you. It compliments your skin so nicely.” He sighed and hummed a bit, taking his hand away while Phil was in the midst of freaking out over the complement. “I wish I could just kiss you right now.”

Phil looked at him strangely, cocking his head in question. He didn’t quite understand what Nico meant by that. Why couldn’t Nico kiss him? In fact, now that Phil’s thinking about it… Nico had never shown him any public displays of affection. He never tried to hold Phil’s hand, never tried to kiss him, never tried to do anything unless they were in the cover of their own homes. "Why..." Phil started, suddenly feeling himself falling into a pit of despair over the realisation. "Why can't you?"

It was like everything stopped for a moment. Phil became far too aware of the sudden grimace taking over Nico’s face, the way his mouth screwed up into a frown. His eyebrows furrowed, making him look angry, and Phil didn’t understand what he said to make him seem so upset. After a moment of silence, Nico spoke in a low tone and turned Phil around so he could unclip the necklace. “I have anxiety about things like that,” Nico mumbled quietly.

“Anxiety? What do you mean?” “Public displays of affection just make me anxious,” he explained. “I don’t like the feeling of everyone staring at me and judging me for who I’m with. It doesn’t mean I don’t adore you any less, I just get nervous about that kind of thing. So don’t take it personally.”

The confession made relief swell through Phil’s belly, the knowledge that it wasn’t because Nico disliked him making him feel rather dizzy. “I understand,” Phil promised, smiling at Nico as a way to cheer him up a little. It didn’t seem to work, almost as if Phil had struck a chord within Nico, and even though he said it was okay that Phil had asked, he still seemed rather bummed. Even though he did end up buying the choker for Phil.

They began to walk back to the tube, the sky beginning to grow dim as the sun began it’s descent. The disappointment from earlier had faded to the back of his mind, instead being replaced with a pleasant hum as Nico grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly. It was the first time Phil had held his hand in public, and pride made his stomach flip. He liked how Nico’s hands were bigger than his own, completely engulfing them with his strong hold. He liked how it made him feel safe and wanted.

They were halfway back to the station when a shop caught Phil’s eye and he gasped loudly, gaining the attention of Nico. “A sweet shop!” Phil exclaimed a bit too loudly, and Nico laughed and shook his head. “D’ya wanna go in?” “Of course I wanna go in!” Phil’s weakness had always been sweet shops, and today was no exception. He danced around the place as if he owned it, peeking into the plastic containers to gape at whatever candy he found in there. He was trying to hold himself back, trying not to buy anything else, because he knew for a fact that he had precisely £12.50 left in his wallet, which wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy his dire need for sweets. “Phil, we’re gonna miss the tube,” Nico informed him after five minutes of watching Phil whine about how much candy he couldn’t afford. Phil groaned and nodded, turning back to Nico to walk out of the store.

Then he saw it and his mouth dropped open. “Holy shit!” he gasped, walking over to the stuffed animal display that had caught his attention. “What now?” Nico sighed, and Phil didn’t have to look at him to know he was most likely running a hand through his hair, just like he always did when he was getting annoyed. “Look at this,” Phil demanded, snatching a stuffed red panda from the shelf. He shoved it in Nico’s face and giggled a bit as Nico glowered at him. “It’s a fox,” Nico said. “Red panda,” Phil corrected, taking it away from Nico’s face and holding it to his chest. He checked the price on it and gasped. It was exactly £12.50 and Phil knew he wasn’t going to leave the store without the thing. He made puppy dog eyes at Nico. “Nico, please just a minute longer? I need him, I just need to pay real quick! No one’s in line!”

“But we’re going to miss our tube,” Nico hissed in a hushed tone, and Phil had to resist the urge to stomp his foot like a child. “It’ll only take a second, Nico! We’ll make our ride. Stop worrying so much.”

“Stop being so self-centered.” “I am not self-centered for wanting to purchase something.”

After five minutes straight of bartering and complaining (in which they could have totally paid by now), Phil finally got his wish and they headed to the register, Phil with a pep in his step and Nico with a begrudging expression on his face. “That’ll be £15 exact,” the cashier said with an overly cheerful smile as the world crashed down around Phil.

“I only have £12.50,” Phil whimpered, and he heard Nico laugh a bit humourlessly behind him. The woman gave him a pitying expression, as if he was a child who was getting his favourite candy taken away from him.

“I might have some extra change,” Nico muttered, starting to pat his pockets. He opened his wallet and dumped out the contents, and Phil watched in amusement as a bunch of coins clattered on the counter. The poor cashier was still smiling, except now it seemed rather forced. Nico and Phil started counting up the change, desperately hoping that they had enough to get the damned stuffed animal. It was stupid that they were going through so much trouble just for the red panda, but they were both giggling despite how annoyed Nico had seemed before, and Phil knew he wouldn’t regret this purchase in the slightest.

“Fifteen!” Nico shouted suddenly, scaring the shit out of Phil and making him jump.

He watched with wide eyes as Nico shoved the excessive amount of coins at the woman, smiling bashfully. “Sorry about that, ma’am. We can pay for the animal now.” Phil cheered and cradled his new stuffed animal in his arm, giving Nico a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Nico crinkled his face and pushed Phil away a bit too roughly, but Phil didn’t pay any mind to it. “Thank you so much,” Phil murmured, his cheeks beginning to ache from smiling so much. Nico seemed to melt at that and gave him a small kiss on the lips, so quick that Phil barely felt it. It still made him feel warm all the way down to his toes.

“Anything for you, sweet pea,” Nico replied, and Phil couldn’t stop smiling the entire way home.

Chapter Four

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