someone: you look tired
me: yeah, tired of being alive
Anonymous asked:
Fisting headcanon.
Fyr Fyr
I'm sorry. I'm such a disappointment.We all know Dan’s a screamer, and there’s no denying that, but Phil has almost each noise he’s makes in bed and out catalogued and filed neatly in his head, reserved for when he needs them. His favourites:
- When they’re making out slow and lazy on the sofa and Dan will hum and mmh against Phil’s lips and giggle at whatever the television’s spouting in the background without breaking away.
- When Phil’s got his teeth and tongue on Dan’s neck and Dan keens and hahs and pants, fingernails digging crescent moons into Phil’s shoulder blades like he’s the only thing keeping him from flying apart.
- When Phil’s got Dan in his mouth and Dan’s fingers are tangled tight in Phil’s hair, and Phil’s grinding against the mattress but not letting Dan’s hips go, and Dan clutches Phil’s fringe and bucks up into his mouth and screams “Fuck!” and gasps in a lungful of air as he comes.
- When Phil plays with Dan’s hair, fingers running lazily over and over through his fringe and pushing his undercut deliciously up the wrong way, and Dan closes his eyes and makes stupidly erotic little noises, tiny half-moans in the back of his throat.
Dan’s loud in bed and out of it, and Phil won’t ever let him forget it.
cockwhoredan answered:
i included daddy kink bc im self indulgent
when phil opens the door to his bedroom, he’s met with the sight of dan on his hands and knees, three slender fingers pumping in and out of his swollen, pink hole. “fuck, so pretty,” he murmurs. “take your fingers out. let daddy see.”
dan’s practically delirious as he lifts his head to see phil, his daddy. his hole feels so puffy and sensitive, each thrust of his fingers sending little sparks up his spine, but he keeps his digits buried deep inside him a little bit longer, twisting them slightly but always just missing the sweet spot. his hole had become loose around the fingers, just enough to press a fourth in if he wanted. he hadn’t wanted to just yet; if phil is going to shove his fist or cock inside of him, dan wants to be able to feel the stretch, wants it to hurt and feel absolutely delicious.
finally, he whimpers, slowly pulling his fingers out, little hole spread open. “like this, daddy?”
phil’s breath hitches seeing dan completely exposed, his slick hole clenching around nothing. “yeah, just like that,” he praises as he traces the pad of his finger around dan’s swollen rim. “mm. still have a tight little ass, don’t you?”
as his thumb catches against the edge of dan’s hole, the brunet lets out a muffled whimper into the sheets, only encouraging phil to knot his fingers into dan’s hair and give a sharp yank. “want daddy to fist your pretty hole, split you right open?”
he doesn’t wait for dan to answer before he’s closing his fingers together, pressing them against dan’s hole; in one slow, careful movement, he eases his entire hand in, reveling in the way dan’s body convulses around him. he smirks devilishly. “how’s it feel, baby boy?”
dan shakes and his lips open, letting out a string of soft moans and whimpers. “wanted to be tight for you, daddy, wanted you to be the on to ruin it,” he gasps desperately as his daddy’s hand opens him up. “so good, so good. fuck me with your fist, please. punch me open.”
phil complies easily. he thrusts his fist in and out of dan’s clenching hole, feeling his walls pulse around his wrist. dan’s so, so tight and phil knows it must hurt a little. he knows dan wants it to hurt. “like that?” he asks, yanking dan’s fringe with his free hand. the only response he gets is dan rutting needily into his knuckles.
phil thrusts his fist forward once more and dan goes rigid, his mouth falling open in a hoarse whimper as his cock twitches against his belly. he cums, hard, spilling all over his own thighs and the bedsheets beneath him. “daddy-” he mewls. “daddy, daddy, feels so good, oh god-”
once he comes down from his high, phil carefully and slowly removes his hand, running his fingers over dan’s soft thighs. the man shivers at the touch. “you’re gonna be so sore tomorrow,” phil chuckles and presses a kiss to the base of dan’s spine.
“worth it, though,” dan mumbles into the pillow. phil completely agrees, judging by the sight of dan’s wrecked, pink hole.
