danandthereader

[danandthereader]

Anonymous sent: hey! i’m not sure if you still take requests, but i was hoping for something with dan and the reader just being sweet and cute together? maybe still trying to figure out how they feel with one another, but it’s like that lightbulb ‘oh’ moment? thank you so much – hope you’re doing well!

A/N: First fill coming back, with a new name to call me, a new layout, and a new posting format ! This request was from all the way back in 2019, so if you're still around anon, I hope you see this, and I hope you enjoy ! I honestly had a really nice time getting back into the swing of writing things like this for you and your fellow readers ♡

I THINK WE MIGHT

LA was full of places like this – bright and flashy, packed with people, just a little too loud. You were used to it, after living in the city for so long, but sometimes, some places still caught you just a bit off-guard. You didn’t even know a place like this still existed, all neon signs and retro arcade cabinets lining the walls, especially one with a fully-stocked and well-manned bar, but leave it to a man like Arin to find a place so uniquely perfect for you and the rest of your friends. Going out to bars and clubs was never much your style, but when you get invited by some of the best people you know, how could you say no? Especially when they, too, didn’t go out too often, and that alone should be taken full advantage of. Everyone seemed to have turned out tonight, from familiar faces you saw daily, like Vanessa, to friends you had missed for a while and were overjoyed to see again, like Ross. Of course, there was one that stood out among them, the closest to you – both in proximity where you stood playing skee-ball and in just how much you two seemed to care for each other – who had just gotten back from a whirlwind tour around the States for his flourishing music career. Dan was a wild halo of brown curls and magnetic hazel eyes, taller than most everyone with you by a wide margin, somehow fitting in and standing out at the same time wherever he went. The two of you had flocked together over a shared love of the music that shaped you growing up, and the friendship had only grown stronger since. It was an easy, peaceful sort of friendship, despite the shenanigans he often got into with his own best friend and how often you found him shouting at videogames; it was one that you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without. Yet it had never been anything more than that, you knew, for either of you. He was a naturally warm and inviting person, one who leaned onto someone when he laughed too hard or stood as close as he could when talking to another to make sure they knew he was listening. Attention and presence was something coveted for him, a performer all around. It mattered to him, so it mattered to others; he was surprisingly perceptive like that. People gravitated toward him for all sorts of reasons, his personable demeanor chief among them.

Since he had been gone for so long on tour, everyone wanted to see him tonight; you couldn’t seem to get him alone just to say hello yourself. It made sense, you didn’t hold it against him or anyone else, it had been months since you’d all last seen him. Though there was still a feeling, misplaced, oddly defined, too much and not enough in your chest. You had wanted to see him before everyone else did. Instead, you were playing skee-ball. Some part of you, deep-down, hoping that he would come to you instead, loudly and lovingly declare how much he missed you, sweep you into his arms and hug you tight. You could hear his laugh through all the noise, so familiar, pulling at your heart, an invisible string. Underhand-tossing the ball, you fought against it, thought better, put more force and energy than necessary into the roll, watching it careen and bank off of the lip, up into a high point hole. Well. You huffed out a breath, standing straight and shifting from one foot to the other. At least there’s that.

As you went to your shorts pocket to pull out another token for the game, warmth found each side of your waist, making you freeze and eyebrows raise. Hands, large, thin, one holding a cup of something cold with condensation bruising the shirt you wore. “’Scuse me, lovely.” There was a tone to the familiar moniker as it moved, a smile circling around to find its way to your right. You turned with it, felt the grin overtake your features, recognized the face framed by tight, long, chestnut curls, bathed in pink neon glow and twinkling gold. “I call dibs on next round.” “Danny! Hey!” Loud enough to express the fullness of your joy, you bounced onto tiptoes, throwing your arms around his neck. “Oh my God!” He bent low to meet you there with a light chuckle, arms coming around your waist, squeezing you affectionately, still holding whatever he was drinking. “It’s so good to see you.” He pulled away, keeping you close, yet letting go, the space where he had touched you feeling strangely empty. “Been a minute,” he agreed. “Sorry for not texting.” There was a genuine twinge of guilt in the words. “It’s alright, old man,” you quickly teased, your grin going sideways. “I know how hard it can be with you and your weird thumbs.” He faked a pained seethe. “Oof. Double whammy.” His look changed, too, going challenging. “I might just have to totally kick your ass at skee-ball for that.” It was teasing, but you had a competitive streak; he was playing it up, an obvious attempt at bait. “Oh, you think you can kick my ass?” Of course you took it, ready to prove him wrong, more than ready to spend time with just him. “You’re on, loverboy. Loser buys the winner a drink.” To drive the point home, and to further push his buttons, you leaned over and took a sip from the drink he held, the burn of alcohol and tang of citrus immediately hitting the back of your throat, making you sputter and laugh. “Hey!” He laughed too, pulling his drink up and away from you, using his height to his advantage. “You know what – That’s what you get.” He pointed at you. “You’re on.”

Posting up next to you at the empty lane, Dan set his drink by his feet, then, digging a token out of his own back pocket, inserted it into the machine. With a loud click-clunk, down rolled his set of dark wooden balls, the digital score card resetting with it at the top of the game. For a moment, you found yourself caught up in watching him, moving with a certain kind of grace, even in his black and white flannel and his dark denim jeans, as he picked up the first ball, focusing up and taking a deep, steadying breath. You’d always thought he was handsome, it was hard not to, but as you studied him, the contours of his face, the length of his arms and legs, something shifted. Maybe in the time and distance apart, maybe only now, you hadn’t been aware of it until this moment. It sure wasn’t the sip of whatever strong concoction you’d snuck a sip of making you feel that way. You blinked; he moved, pulling back and tossing the ball underhand, perfect form, the ball rolling up and banking, catching the dead center ring and clunking into the hole. Not knowing if you were supposed to be doing it together or separate, suddenly entirely too aware that you had been staring, it spurred you into action, following his lead – token in slot, ball in hand, then tossed to roll, haphazard, landing low and earning less points. “Already losing?” Egging, yet still sweet, no malice, but making you throw a fiery look his way. “I didn’t know it was going to be this easy!” You huffed, only half playing it up. “Should I just tell you my drink order now?” You faced your lane once more, grabbed a ball, wound up, and tossed, watching it roll fast and arc high, landing in the highest-point, corner hole. It made him laugh out loud, impressed, as you put your hands on your hips. Something under your skin burned bright, a desire to do nothing but impress him almost overwhelming, making you take another ball and start again. Both playing side-by-side until you were out of balls to throw, the red numbers of the scoreboard flashed bright with the ending of the game, declaring you the victor by just a slim margin. You whooped, he cheered with you, coming together for a congratulatory, excited, triumphant hug. Arms around his neck, around waist, fitting perfectly together, you more aware of it than ever, how nice he smelled, how right it felt being held by him. The thought alone made you blush pink; pulling away, you hoped with everything in you it wouldn’t show under all the blinking lights. “Alright, little winner.” He scrunched up his nose when he said it; you mirrored him, the both of you laughing, heart fluttering. “Pick your poison.” Giving him your drink of choice, he took to the bar, leaving you standing alone under the golden, colorful glow of the games, bright pinks and baby blues, soft gold and bright white. Left there, some kind of feeling, one like before, too muddled with other feelings to precisely pin down, filling your head, winding through your chest, making it a little hard to breathe.

You searched the groups and crowd in the direction Dan went as a momentary distraction, finding another familiar head of curly hair, this one short and onyx, paired with glasses and rosy cheeks. Vanessa caught your eye from across the floor at the bar too, beaming in greeting. Quickly glancing from you to Dan who was approaching the bar top, her eyebrows raised, noticing something, then looking back to you with that same expression, something like confusion, maybe surprise, possibly even a touch of excitement. Putting two and two together just a split second before you did. You’re in love with him, her expression declared from the barstool which she sat. It made you raise your eyebrows as well. The feelings cleared, like fog dissipating, leaving you standing there in the clearing. Aware of your feelings over the last hour or so, across the last year you’ve known him. You might be right, was all your shrug and smile could say in return.

[danandthereader]

Well hello, dear readers ! It's been a minute, hasn't it ? Like, a lot of minutes. That turned into quite a few years. As some of my other favorite people would say, time is a weird soup. So ! What's happened to M in the last six years ? Well, I actually don't go by M anymore at all - the name the sign-off comes from is one I'm no longer comfortable carrying with me. I go by Ripley now, taken from my favorite horror movie franchise, and also picked because it goes with my middle name (which is Ellen - a fun lore drop for you ! ). I did have a long-term partner when this blog started, but for the last two years, I have not. It's much better that way ! There was a point in the last eight months or so where I had a major falling-out with my closest friend, and then we reconciled, and are now closer than ever. We actually saw Ninja Sex Party in concert last weekend in LA for the Pure Elegance Tour ! And we plan on taking a road trip together upstate to follow TWRP for a few shows during their Longest Weekend Tour this fall !

As for the blog - what can I say ? My brain got in the way, and while I did try to modify and continue on, things sort of crumbled. My muse and inspiration comes and goes, and is quite fickle, unfortunately. But I'm officially re-lighting the pilot light. I'd like to try this again. A lot of dust has collected here, and a lot of house cleaning is in order. I don't know what I'm going to do with the older filled prompts, especially since their formatting has gone absolutely insane thanks to Tumblr's HTML and post editing updates, but I think I have a plan. I'll let you all know once I'm confident in it. All the prompts that are still in the ask box will still be filled - eventually. But sooner rather than later. And I'm always accepting new prompts. All of the lovely comments that are in the ask box - I see them, still, and I love you all, still, and I thank you all, from the bottom of my heart.

I'll see you soon !

-R

[danandthereader]

[danandthereader]

I’ve always had a soft spot for when guys let their girlfriends do their makeup and stuff like that so if you’re up for it, would you write a fic where Dan lets the reader do just that and she smothers him with compliments about how handsome and cute he is (you know, just all of the things I wish I could do) and he gets all bashful and blushy? Love you, babe ❤️

A/N: Oh my gosh, lovely, this is such a cute prompt - I absolutely love it ! I’m absolutely up for filling it. Thank you so much for sending it in ! Honestly, I’m right there with you - guys who are comfortable enough to wear make-up, let alone let their significant others do it for them, is so cute and always makes my heart warm. ♡ Hopefully you stuck around to read the prompt, and I hope you enjoyed it. Heart you !

THE PERFECT SHADE

The camera hadn’t even begun rolling, but you could already feel Dan’s very uncharacteristic fidgeting next to you. As you made the last few adjustments to the sound set-up, you asked without looking at him, “You all right over there?” There was no malice in your tone, only a cutesy teasing you always used; the fidgeting stopped.“Yeah, I’m okay,” he replied, trying hard to go for casual, but there was something under his tone that made you spare a glance at him. He was buried in his phone, looking at Instagram, still going for casual and unbothered, but you knew him too well to just leave it at that.“You sure?” you prodded, eyebrows raising as your gaze lingered on him for a moment longer.“Yeah, totally,” he repeated, much the same, still without looking at you. Finally, you abandoned your laptop and leaned over to fully take his attention.“No you’re not,” you drawled, smiling a bit. “Are you nervous?” He clicked his phone into sleep mode, blew out a sigh and a stray curl from his face. You couldn’t help but grin. “You’re nervous!” you repeated, more definitive this time. “Oh, baby!” Dan had agreed to this make-up challenge going around Youtube as a fun couples’ bonding activity for the two of you, but this was still the first time he’d ever made a formal appearance on your channel. It had a modest following, thanks to your personality and willingness to jump on almost any challenge that presented itself as fun, and a few of the Grumps fans had found you through Twitter and Instagram. But you weren’t anywhere near as popular as your boyfriend or his best friends - he was the real star.“I’m not nervous!” he insisted, laughing just a bit. “If I can play sold-out stadiums full of screaming people, I can do a make-up challenge.”You laughed with him. “You ready to prove that?” you replied, eyebrows raising again. Dark eyes found yours in a moment of surprise, and you hit the spacebar on your laptop.

“Hi lovelies!” You swiveled to the camera with your best smile, introducing yourself as you normally did. “I’m here today with probably the best person in the entire universe, my boyfriend, Danny!” Motioning to the gentleman next to you, he waved a little, his smile much softer. “And today we’re doing a classic challenge, one that’s been making its rounds through Youtube again - the Girlfriend Does Their Boyfriend’s Make-Up Challenge!” The chipperness and excitement wasn’t entirely hammed up for the camera; you were genuinely excited to do something so fun and cute with Dan. Looking over to him, you asked, “So, have you ever had your makeup done before?”He looked between you and the camera as he replied. “I mean, I wear eyeliner on stage sometimes, and there was that time on the Ten Minute Power Hour where Arin and I did each other’s make-up with those, like, kindergarten make-up sets-” The two of you laughed together at that. “-But a full face of make-up? Not really, no.”You nodded. “And, as you all know, I do my makeup pretty often. At least for the camera.” You smiled at the camera. “So don’t worry, sweetpea, you’re in good hands.”He turned to fully face you then. “Never had a doubt in my mind!” he agreed, making your smile grow. After explaining the products you would use - your liquid concealer didn’t match his skin but you had powder foundation that would do the trick, plus blush, an eyebrow pencil, mascara, a well-loved eyeshadow palette, lipstick and lipgloss, along with the setting spray to finish it all off - you asked him one final time, “How you feelin’? You ready?”His eyes locked with your’s, and while they seemed hesitant, his voice was sure when he replied, “Ready!”As you worked with your first brush, big and fluffy, you decided to make conversations. “I’ve actually never done anyone else’s makeup before,” you mused aloud, dusting his cheeks.“No?” he replied, prompting. “Well, not like, a full beat. I’ve done my sister’s mascara and eyeshadow before, like, for graduation, but nothing like this.” You chuckled, switching brushes. “Blush time! This is a really pretty, rosy pink. I think it’ll go great with your skin tone,” you explained, doing the normal swivel-tap of the brush in the blush pan.Dan clicked his tongue. “Oh, girl totally.” He had put on one of those stereotypical valley-girl accents, making you snort and duck your head. “Gotta look cute for my date with Stacy tonight!” That made you buck back and laugh out loud, the long-running joke not lost on you.“You’re gonna make Brad totally jealous,” you replied quickly, still snickering. He laughed out loud too.

Once the blush was applied, you moved on to the eyes. “So, I have a whole palette here.” Opening it, you showed the camera, then him. “You get to pick the colors.” As he looked things over, you continued, “Some of them are shimmers, some of them are mattes - mattes are like, solid color, shimmers are kind of translucent, and I think they’re a glitter in here too? And that’s just, like, pure glitter.” You smiled a little.“I like this one… This one… And this one.” The colors were nice - a matte blue, a shimmery silver, and a dark matte green.“Ooo, good choice!” You nodded, “So, before I start, just know I can’t do anything too fancy. Cut creases are way out of my pay-grade.”His eyebrows furrowed. “You get paid for this?” His voice had dropped to a whisper, obviously playing; you laughed.“Sometimes, yeah!” you replied with a little nod. “That’s how I afford such pretty makeup.” Setting the palette on the desk, Dan closed his eyes and, with a small brush, you begun with the blue. Then, the dark green took the majority of his eyelid; the shimmer topped it all off, making it into a decent gradient, making you think of the ocean. “All right, all finished!” you announced with a tone of triumph, smiling proudly. “Sorry for not talking a lot. I really concentrate when it comes to eyeshadow,” you explained as you put all of the eye supplies to the side.“Nah, I get that. It’s part of being an artist.” It was such an easy response, but it made your heart flutter.“Nah, I’m hardly a make-up artist,” you replied with a little shrug, unscrewing the mascara and pumping it a few times to warm up the formula. “Ready for mascara?” He nodded once. Carefully, more than you would ever be with yourself, you applied mascara to Dan’s lashes. His were all ready full anyways - to match his hair, you supposed - but with the jet-black color added they were almost unreal. You held your breath the entire time, and once you were finished, you blew gently onto them to help them dry faster. Though his eyelids fluttered, they didn’t smudge - another triumphant moment for you. “All right! You’re almost done, don’t worry.” Another gentle laugh. “Lips are last. And I’ve got a lip stick and a lip gloss. Which one do you wanna do?” The gloss was glittery with a peach tint; the lipstick a nude coral.“I think I’d be better off with the gloss,” he replied. “I think if I went with the lipstick I’d end up killing someone.” You both laughed.“Yeah, kill them with your good looks!” you agreed. “All right, pucker up, baby!” Dan did just as you asked, and the gloss applied smoothly, leaving a shimmery, glittery peach tint behind. “All right, go ahead and-” You pressed your lips together, and he mimicked you, thoroughly applying the gloss to both lips. “Perfect!”

With that, you were finished with the look, and you sat back, admiring your handy work. “Y’know, I don’t think I did too bad!” you told him, smiling wide. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He smiled too. “I’m serious! I gotta get you in make-up more often.” He laughed. “That blue and green combo on your lids goes so well with your eyes.” The green especially brought out the flecks of moss in his eyes. You couldn’t help but lean in and peck him on the lips. “You’re so dang cute!”He pecked you back. “I got a pretty good makeup artist!” he replied, scrunching up his nose.“Oh, oh, turn to the camera, let the audience see you!” Turning to face the camera on the table, you did a few hand flourishes around his face, then announced, “The finished product!” He made a few vogue faces, and even a classic smolder with a wink. “Tell us what you think in the comments down below? Leave lots of love for Danny here. And as always, if you liked this, subscribe to the channel, hit the bell, all that fun stuff! Thank you so much for watching, and I’ll see you next time!”Both of you blew a kiss to the camera, signing off.

[danandthereader]

ive missed youre writing so glad to see youre posting again

Thank you for such kind words, lovely ! I’m glad to be back, to be honest; I’m glad you stuck around through the hiatus. ♡ That means the world to be.

[danandthereader]

Hi babe. I’m so sorry to hear you’re not feeling good. You’ve made me so happy with all of your writing and I wish you all of the happiness in the world. I wish there was something more I could do to help you feel better because you deserve so much. Please don’t feel like you have to rush yourself to post anything if you’re not in the right headspace for it. We love you ❤️❤️

Oh lovely, thank you so much for your words of kindness and the love you’re sending my way. ♡ Honestly, you’re doing everything you can, and that’s more than enough. Just sticking around through the  hiatus, reading my things, liking and reblogging, leaving the occasional comment, that absolutely makes my day every time I see it. I heart each and every one of you as well - thank you again !

[danandthereader]

Hi. Um, I don’t have a request but I just wanted to say thank you for running this page and being such a kind person. I’ve had a bad couple of weeks and your stories have really helped me

Hey, lovely. Thank you so much for this message, really. It’s been a rough couple months for me too, to be honest - I’m glad you could find some happiness and solace in the stories I’ve written. ♡

[danandthereader]

r u still alive? i just re-found this blog a lil while ago and i wasn't sure if u still wrote for this blog? also have a good day!

Hi lovely ! So, as you’ve probably noticed, I have indeed begun posting again, yes. However, you’ve probably also noticed that it’s been super slow-going in terms of getting back to regularly posting like I used to. I really do apologize for that, and moreover, for being away for so long. Things got pretty heavy on my end of things, and without getting too personal - because I never want this to be a sad place - I just couldn’t find enough it in me to write anything in general.But things have gotten better, my schedule has opened up considerably, and I’m back to working on things here, and writing more in general again. Again, it’ll still be slow and sporadic, but I’ve got lots of stuff being worked on, requests will always be open if you ever want to request something, and my IMs are open if you ever want to say hello ! I hope you have a good day too, and thank you for sticking around - heart you !

[danandthereader]

Could you do one with Dan and the reader dancing? Like in just in the comfort of their home. And they both are awkward and shy to dance in front of each other at first but then "Heat of the Moment" plays and they both cut loose. And when they get tired, they do loads of cuddling.

A/N: This is such a cute prompt, lovely ! Thank you so much for sending it in. I always love dancing prompts like this - they’re honestly so soft and domestic, and those are two of my favorite genres. ♡ I had such a fun time writing this too; I was basically smiling the entire way through ! Thank you so much for sending it in, and hopefully you stuck around after my long hiatus to read it. Heart you !

MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE

Music in your home was as common as a dinner conversation - being played through a speaker, sung in the shower, or written in a notebook, it felt like there was no time when music wasn’t appropriate. Maybe it was because you were dating a literal musician, who sung about as often as he spoke, but it was a unique experience, to say the least. Your friends had noticed how it rubbed off on you, too, from using playful sing-song tones to referencing lyrics in normal everyday conversation, how easy the integration had become and how happy you were.But the one thing you never got the hang of, in your whole life and the three-plus years you’d been dating Dan, was how to dance. Your motions always seemed jerky, awkward, never loose and flowing, never pretty. It was just one more thing he was better at, added to the all ready long list of charming, endearing, wonderful things about him.You could never hold that, or any of the other things, against him though. He was always humble, brushing off compliments and adoration with a simple smile, an easy shrug, or a scrunched up, smiling face. Even at home, when it was just the two of you, he was much more casual than his stage persona let on.

That afternoon had been more of the same, a rare day off for the both of you at the same time - quiet conversation, watching Netflix together while entwined in bed, making breakfast together, punctuated by gentle kisses and soft laughter.It was an easy day, even as lunch came around - both of you were decent cooks, but it was one of those days where all the two of you really wanted was sandwiches.The music started as the bread came out of the cupboard - a playlist of Dan’s making, through a portable speaker sitting on the table, started with one of his favorites. You smiled wide as you looked over at him; he smiled right back. It was a mix of old favorites and new, music he’d been listening to his entire life and artists you’d introduced him to. And he was singing along - though not really trying, he was still beautiful, as always, singing about raspberry berets and pretty girls.Before you could open the fridge to dig out the rest of the lunch supplies, your hand was grasped and you were tugged, making your eyes go wide. Two bodies collided - your’s and Dan’s - and he began to sway a little, an inclination to dance. “Oh-” You swayed with him, smiling a bit, but felt that familiar awkward rise in your stomach. “Baby…” He looked at you with those eyes, those glittering puppy eyes, and your heart flipped. “You know I can’t dance,” you begun with a little laugh. “And I can?” he replied easily, laughing too, spinning the two of you slowly. “I mean, better than me,” you told him, shrugging a shoulder. He smiled again, as sweet as his eyes, and extended his arm, you going out with it. Then, he pulled you back in, kissing your nose when you came back.

When the song changed, it was something with an even tempo, another favorite of his - blessing rains, kilimanjaro, wild dogs. It was even a song he’d covered in the past, one that you now associated heavily with him and his band, original or otherwise. Extending his arms just a bit, he and you moved back and forth, him singing along. The simple motions made you laugh a little; you sang along too. It was easy to fall into the comfort of his very presence, his easy-going nature something that offset your more anxious moments.He spun you, making you laugh as he sung about how a hundred men could never take you away from him. Letting you go completely, he began singing along in full force, belting out the lyrics unabashed. You followed along suit, slightly off-key but with your whole heart, happy to just let loose for a few moments. Life had always sort of seemed so difficult and overwhelming; it was nice to just shout lyrics about love and not care who heard.Finally, the song changed, and it picked up - tempo, volume, voice, it made the two of you look at each other, beaming. This was a good song, sure, but it was one of Danny’s absolute favorites. Signing about the heat of the moment - it was pretty much like he was singing about his life. He was a very in-the-now kind of person, which you loved.Together, the two of you sang along, you trying your absolute best to sound good and him not really trying at all to be as good as ever. You begun to dance around without him, and he without you, but always coming back to one another to sing the chorus. Hands would touch, hips would fit against hips, there was even a moment where he dipped you. Then you’d be away again, lighter on your feet than when you first started, then you ever thought possible, as he did the same.Finally, that song ended too, in its wonderful, loud crescendo. The two of you had found your way back to one another one last time; when the song ended, he and you looked at each other. The both of you were pink in the cheeks, heaving for breath, and absolutely glowing. He broke first, the laughter starting more as a giggle, you joining in suit. It grew into laughter, loud and warm and shaking your entire form, which drew you two together and, hanging onto each other, unwound any remaining anxiety and worry of how silly you must’ve looked.

A pair of hands rested lightly on your waist, and the steadiness, the warmth of them, finally settled you. “So,” came Danny’s voice, making you look at him. “How about lunch?” You nodded. “Then cuddles?” you added, romantic hope thick in your tone. “I could definitely use a nap after that.” He laughed. “Cuddles and a nap after homemade lunch? You know the way to my heart.” He leaned down, kissing you sweetly.

[danandthereader]

Could you please write something fluffy about moving in with Dan?

A/N: I absolutely can, lovely ! ♡ This was a very quick and fun fill to write, and I’m really glad I got to do something so simple and cute. I really hope you like it, and I hope you stuck around to read it. Heart you !

SETTLE DOWN

After the moving truck had pulled into the driveway of the small house, Dan was out the door before the engine had even cut. He was around the front in a flash, your eyebrows furrowing and a smile creasing your features in confusion. Your door jiggled, then you heard a knocking. Looking at him through the window made you laugh - he was grinning from ear to ear, hopping from one foot to the other in what seemed to be excitement. Unlocking the door, you popped it open a little, starting with, “Do you have to go to the bathroom or-” before his hand came out, taking your’s, and pulling you out. It wasn’t much of a gap, but you still let out a very uncharacteristically you squeal, hitting the pavement on both feet with a laugh.He was all ready tugging you toward the house before you could say any more. “C’mon, babe!” He was definitely excited, a tone of voice you didn’t hear often but loved all the same.You let him drag you along, concluding he was just excited about seeing the inside of the new home that the two of you now owned together. It was the start of something new for the both of you, something entirely different, a little intimidating, but definitely something to be this giddy about. “All right, all right, slow down, lover boy!” you replied, pulling him back to you. After a moment, he did stop, looking to you, but no trace of malice or annoyance was there. “I’m excited too. But let me at least get the keys out, yeah?” He took a deep breath, then nodded, smile softening just a tad, more in trying to contain himself than anything.

The two of you walked up the short sidewalk together, your eyes falling on the small porch that extended out from the house itself. It was perfect for one of those swinging benches you had when you were a kid, or a couple of wicker seats and cushions. The house itself was only one story, but it didn’t deter from the charming, homey nature of it; you could all ready imagine warm nights spent on that deck, holidays with family and friends in the front yard, planting garden boxes and putting them on the kitchen windowsill.If this is what adulthood was, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.Digging out the keys to your new home from your purse, you offered them to Dan. His hand overtook yours, and you two grinned unabashed. Putting the key into the door lock together, you turned it, hearing the faint click of the lock, and pushed the door open. In it swung, and all ready, you knew you were going to be happy there.Without warning, Dan bent low, scooping you up into a bridal-style hold, making you let out a happy little whoa! as he did. “Tradition,” he stated simply, all the explanation you needed; you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him carry you over the threshold into the house.It was overall dim in the house, as well as baren. But the floors were clean and polished, solid wood greeting your feet when he set you down. Walking around what would no doubt become the livingroom, you opened the curtains, letting the late morning sunlight stream through the bay windows. As it turned out, it was one of the kinds of windows with a space available in front of it that could easily be turned into a window seat if you wanted to. That would no doubt happen as well. Turning back to the empty area, you could already see where everything would go, where things would be hung up on the walls; it was making your heart flutter.

A gentle hand found its place on your arm, and you looked over. There Dan was, as always, head tilted just slightly and smiling from under thick curls. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, voice gentle.Without hesitation, you nodded. “Yeah.” It was the truth. “Absolutely.” You looked back to the room. “The start of... Forever, I guess.” You didn’t have to see him to know he was nodding. Both of you knew how deep something like this ran, how this kind of thing called for words like forever. “It’s nice.” That was a little softer, a little more casual; he pulled you close to him.“It’s more than nice,” he replied, making you look up at him. “It’s forever.” His smile was so soft, so loving, it almost made you want to cry. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

[danandthereader]

So I was watching Disney's Tarzan and thought it'd be a cool promt idea for a Explorer!Reader and a Wildman!Danny cute fluffy story of getting to know one another. But if youre not taking requests I understand!

A/N: Oh lovely, this is such an inspiring and interesting prompt; thank you for sending it in ! I had so much fun filling it. ♡ Sorry this got a little long; I feel like I spent a lot of time establishing the little world they were in rather than actual dialogue, but I think it came out good despite. I hope you enjoyed; heart you !

A TOUCH OF THE WILD

Despite being the only person in this part of the forest, there was life and sound going on all around you. The sound of your boots leaving impressions in the damp ground was almost drowned out by the birds calling, the bugs buzzing, the overall atmosphere thick with noise as much as heat. Thankfully your father and his partners had left you opt for something as practical as their uniforms - the khaki shorts and thin button-up kept you much cooler and more agile than any dress ever could.You’d been traversing this area for the past hour or so, camera around your neck, eyes constantly scanning the treetops for any movement. With all the sounds, there was the distant call of gorillas cutting through the noise every once and a while that warned you to stay on your toes. The wild was unpredictable, no matter how beautiful; you couldn’t get lost in your daydreams or photo lens.

As you ventured further into the thick of it, the noises came and went, growing quieter and louder, a natural ebb and flow to the world above you. You were just a guest in this area, entirely out of place despite the matching color scheme, and you wouldn’t be here for much longer. You cared just as much for this environment as your father did.You took a step around a large tree stump when it happened, the sudden silence. It was easy to catch - it was like someone had hit mute on a remote, and all you could hear was your breathing. Turning your eyes to the treetops, you looked around frantically, the silence bringing a quickly-rising panic that a threat was imminent. A leopard, a panther, a cheetah, some kind of big something that definitely ran faster than you did and would tear you to pieces if you even tried to run…In terms of a weapon, all you had on you was a small pocket knife, and you weren’t about to start hitting with the camera. Continuing to look about, you listened hard for something, anything that could tell you which way it was coming from, what kind of something it might be, and which way to run.A beat, then here it was - a gentle, familiar titter that made you relax only minimally.There were monkeys about.As you tried to slow your heartbeat and breathing, the chittering began again, ranging from low and rough to high and young. It came from all sides, more than one, more than five. A whole family of them seemed to be in the trees, and when you blinked, they seemed to just appear. Your assumptions were correct - you were absolutely surrounded by big and small gorillas alike,all eyes on you, the intruder, sizing you up, judging on weather you were a real threat or not.

Part of you wondered if talking would do anything. Most monkeys were incredibly intelligent creatures, but all of them were still wild, feral, no doubt easily frightened by loud noises and sudden movements.But, as you looked around, your eyes landed on something that made them widen. All of the creatures in the trees weren’t creatures at all.He was midway up on a thick branch, but he was easy to spot, with his wild curls and sharp features. It was a man, built from swinging and jumping, built for the jungle, shining with sweat and humidity, in nothing more than a pair of khaki shorts that looked about half a size too big for him. Was this where the missing pair of shorts your father had went? The thought made you bite back a smile.Dark eyes were studying you, just like the rest of them, but when you two locked eyes, something else lingered there, something almost resembling familiarity. Question after question came up, settling right on the tip of your tongue, but holding back. Did he even understand English?The first question: weather the two of you could communicate. You wanted to, so bad, not just because he was a person in the jungle who seemed to be entirely one with the gorillas, but because you were so sick and tired of trying to have any sort of meaningful conversation with your father’s team. Maybe you wouldn’t get anything meaningful out of this, at least emotionally, but it was better than nothing. So you tried with a simple, “Hello there.”Just as you spoke the words, he jumped down from the branch, landing in front of you on all fours with a solid thunk, and earning a sharp yelp from you. Then, for a few moments, the two of you just looked at one another, one of your feet poised back to run, his eyes scanning you. There was a slow, minute head tilt on his end, and one on your’s to match. Without thinking, you slowly bent, mimicking his position as well, which was mimicking a gorilla’s, hoping this would show that you meant no harm. The family above you were making noises, a language you couldn’t understand, watching you do what you did with just as judgemental and hesitant eyes as the stranger in front of you.

Then, slowly, he closed the distance between you. He moved like one of them, keeping expertly balanced on all fours and back arched just so, and part of you wanted to scoot back. Close proximity to strangers was one thing, but an otherwise feral man who wouldn’t take his eyes off of you? It was something that made your heart pick up. But you stayed still, that same fear of being chased after and torn apart keeping you frozen in place. He came close enough to touch, to pick out the small, faded scar down his brow, the light flecks of green in his eyes, before he moved away from you. Or, rather, around. For a few moments, there was quiet again, even in the trees around you, only broken by his occasional sniff. More judging to see if you were a threat to him, to his family, to the jungle. Good day to wear deoderant, you supposed.When he came back to face you, he seemed a little more relaxed, like he’d made the call that you weren’t going to hurt him or the other. You were expecting him to let out a grunt or a noise resembling the others, but instead, almost parroting your tone from a moment ago, he repeated, “Hello there.”It earned him a blink, then a slow, small smile. “You can talk?” you asked hopefully, but all you got was another head tilt. Not much, he concluded. “Do you have a name?”That seemed to register, because he puffed up his chest a little in a sort of prideful way. “Dan.” Easy.It made you smile more. “Dan,” you repeated, nodding a little. “It’s nice to meet you. And your family.” You nodded to the treetops then, where the discussion had begun again, a little lighter-sounding now, like they were okay with you too. At the mention of his family, he actually smiled as well, teeth straight and white despite the seemingly wild upbringing.

With the atmosphere changed, you change positions, albiet slowly. From all fours you went to a sitting position, and after a moment, he followed along. Crossing one leg over the other, sitting cross-legged on the damp, warm ground, you two almost looked normal.There were so many questions you had, so many things you wanted to teach him, show him, tell him. You could take him back to the others, and all together you could teach him how to speak, how to write, and get him properly dressed. Ideas came with the questions, hopes and excitement, all plain as day on your features and stuffing your mouth full of words you couldn’t quite sort out.One thing did keep popping up, though. It was a small thing, sort of petty, sillier than all the rest. “Do you want a hairtie?”A blank look was all you got in response. So, you turned your head, showing the band holding your own hair in a bun; you pointed to them. “Hairtie. To keep your hair out of your face?” Just to drive the point home further, you patted your head. Dan followed the motion, patting his own head, but still not quite understanding. His eyebrows had furrowed, like he really was trying to, but the language barrier was too thick to get through.Without really thinking how he’d respond, you got onto all fours again, making him start. “It’s okay,” you reassured him, voice gentle, keeping your head bowed and eyes off of his. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He stayed sitting, letting you go around him. Broad back, tanned, toned, and still slick, you knew that he’d appreciate the thick hair off his neck, even if he didn’t understand why. “I promise.” He probably didn’t understand the concept of promises either, but it was the truth. All you wanted was to see him smile again.Taking the band from your wrist, you gently pulled his hair back away from his face. Each time you touched him, he jumped a little, but you continued, careful not to tug too hard on his hair or tie the bun too tight. You were quiet as you did it, concentrating on his movements more than your own, years of practice pulling your own hair back almost putting you into auto-pilot.“All right. All done.” It was about as neat as it could be, but you were happy with it.When he looked back at you, he was smiling, but it was a much softer, more realer sort of smile. It made your heart leap.You did it.

[danandthereader]

i just found you account and i’m!! so in love! your writing is beautiful! i was wondering if maybe you could do a lil drabble with lots of cuddles, giggles, massages, and all that cute stuff! maybe dan had a rough day so his s/o gives him a back rub and they just cuddle and chill together? thank you, love! ♥️♥️✨🌿 -peachy anon

A/N: Hello again, peachy anon ! You are the absolute sweetest - thank you so much for all the compliments. ♡To be a hundred percent honest with you, I’ve missed writing for this blog a lot, and I’m really glad I have some time to finally get some more fills done. This is such a cute and soft prompt, and I hope you like what I did with it; thank you for being so patient, and hopefully you’re still around to read this. I know it’s a little shorter than most, mostly because I’m trying to ease myself back into writing in general again. Heart you !

STILL HERE

There was something… Off about Dan this evening. Though you couldn’t place it at first, after three years, his subtle attitude changes were never lost on you. His shoulders were just a tad lower than normal, he smiled a little less, his answers were less than five words a piece. Something had happened, and you weren’t sure what.But, like you, you didn’t want to push or prod. Sometimes, you’d learned, people just needed to feel their way through their bad feelings on their own. That wasn’t to say you completely abandoned him when he felt like this - every once and awhile, throughout the night, you’d touch his hand, his shoulder; kiss his cheek, his jawline, run a hand down his back, through his hair. Each time you’d see the visible unwind of his muscles, the drop, the breath of relief your touch seemed to bring.

When the night was coming to a close, you finally spoke up.“Are you doin’ okay?”Silence filled the space between the two of you. He wouldn’t even look your way, seemingly too lost in the gray to find his way back. “You’ve been really off the whole day. I just wanna make sure everything is alright.” That was a little more broad, a little less personal, maybe that would help him speak up.It did. “Today’s just sucked.” The words were spoken on a sigh, like he’d been holding it for a year. “Lost footage, wrong lunch orders, the internet as a whole… Just… A bunch of first world problems.” He shrugged. “It all kept piling on top of each other until I just shut down. I didn’t know what else to do,” he continued. “Like, I talked to Arin about it. He noticed it too, the mood change. But what was I supposed to do about any of it? So I just let it, y’know, take up space in my head.” He still wasn’t looking at you, but you had scooted closer to him, put a hand out onto his back. “Ruined my whole day, really. And I’m pretty sure I ruined everyone else’s day because of it,” he added, a bitter sort of afterthought, that made you feel all the worse.Your hand began rubbing. “Danny,” you began, that heartfelt, imploring tone of voice coming through. “You don’t have to keep everything bottled up. We’ve been together for three years. You’ve known Arin way longer. No one is going to judge you or hate you for speaking your mind.” Though the words seemed obvious, sometimes someone needed to be reminded of it. “You have feelings, just like everyone else,” you continued, scooting closer still, as close as you could get. Then, the other arm wrapped around him, pulling him into a sitting hug.It took a moment, but he wrapped his arms around you too. “I’m just way too old to be letting small stuff like this bother me.” It was a mutter, a feeble response, and you squeezed.“Not at all,” you replied earnestly. “Sometimes it happens. It does with me.” You laughed gently, recalling each time you let things build up until you finally broke and cried for an hour. “Everyone needs to vent sometimes. And you know you can always do that. With me, with Arin, with Brian. You’ve got so many people who love you.” Leaning up, you kissed his jaw. “You are so so loved, Danny.” You spoke the words against his skin, a soft contrast to the stubble that had grown there.

Turning his head, Dan captured your lips with his. It was tender, a silent thanks for sticking with him through the evening.“I love you so much.” It was equally tender, said as he set his forehead to yours. “What did I do to deserve you?”You smiled wide. “You said yes.” And that was all there was to it.Pulling him backwards, the two of you fell into bed together, tucked under the sheet and blankets, still entwined in one another. With a few adjustments, you found your normal sleeping spot, body flush against him, head resting comfortably on his bare chest. He had adjusted as well, one arm curled around near your shoulder, the other coming up over himself to settle on your arm. Two sets of legs stayed close, knees bending to fit one another’s empty space.As always, you stayed awake listening to his heartbeat for as long as you could, it falling wonderfully in-tune with his even, slow breaths.Eventually, your deep breaths filled the room with his.

[danandthereader]

Love your writing and blog! Could I possibly request a dating scenario where Dan and the reader (who's significantly shorter) are teasing each other until it devolves into wrestling/play fighting and leading to a little amorousnous? 🤣

It wasn’t a sensitive topic, your height, but he’d sort of been on it all night. At first it was cutesy, almost flirty, the way Dan would pat your head and call you tiny. But by hour three of the date, when he made a comment about how you were like a fun-sized candy bar, you got pouty. And you stayed like that, all the way until you got home. He asked, of course, what he’d said, over and over again; you were mostly pouting and not answering to be bratty.He always got you to break though, always smiling with crossed arms and scrunched eyebrows. Sometimes it was by tickling, sometimes by gentle nudging, sometimes by kissing you on the shoulder or on the cheek.

When you two got back to his apartment though, that’s when you finally let loose.“Y’know, I’m not that short.” It came out a lot more exasperated than you had intended, and it made him chuckle. “I’m not! You’re just… Obscenely tall.” Now it was on him; it made him laugh despite. “I’m average size for my age and ethnicity, thank you,” he responded, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearby chair. “You, on the other hand, are an itty bitty widdle baby.” His voice had gone into that saccharine sweet pitch you hated, and you knew he was grinning that stupid grin of his that only made you hate it more.You hated it so much so that you ran at him, and lunged onto his back. He shouted in surprise, turned a couple times, and while you were shouting, “You’re about to get a pint-sized ass-kicking!”, he’d moved the two of you from the entryway to the livingroom. With an awkward sort of tip one way, you landed on the couch, him on top of you, and you yelped, flailing wildly.With a few more motions, Dan was hovering above you, nose brushing against your’s, hair a sweet-smelling canopy of chestnut. “Oh, lovely...” His hands found your waist, dipping just under the hem of your tee. “You know I love how small you are,” he murmured, making you smile a bit, your breath hitching.

A/N: So this is an absolutely adorable prompt, and I’m so so happy to finally have time to fill it. Thank you for sending it in ! I hope it’s all right that I did something a little shorter - it kinda felt right this time around, just where I ended it. ♡ I hope that you enjoyed, and thank you so much for being so patient on the requests and things. Heart you !

[danandthereader]

So, what about this: the reader gives Danny a back massage (or vice versa, whichever you like best) and it gradually gets more and more suggestive/smut filled? Your blog is my hub for Danny x Reader fics, keep up the good work!

A/N: Ooooh, lovely, I think you might’ve just hit the right spot yourself ! ♡ I am so so excited to finally get to write this fill up - it’s been sitting in my box for so long, but I try to balance out my smuttier prompts with regular cuteness. Thank you so much for sending it in ! As always, you’ll find all the smut under the cut, and the fill tagged appropriately. Heart you !

HANDS ALL OVER

It was hard to ignore, the movement at your side, for a number of reasons.First and foremost, it was your boyfriend moving, and he always captured your attention, no matter what he was up to. Dan just had a way about him that naturally drew attention, weather it be because of his contagious laugh or his fluffy head of hair.Secondly, it wasn’t his whole body, just his shoulders, moving. Rolling back and forward, again and again, they moved just enough of the bed to break your concentration from the movie you were both watching. It wasn’t a new movie, just something you’d pulled up on Netflix to burn a few hours before bed, but you liked it enough to at least want to pay attention.And finally, he’d been doing it on and off for almost fifteen minutes now. One shoulder than the other at first, then both at the same time, switching between motions. Every time he did it, it felt like for half a second longer than before, until finally it had your attention by the throat.Finally, you broke the silence, laughing just a bit as you did so. “Are you okay?” It seemed to have took you long enough, because he let out a half-huff, half-sigh in return. “My back,” was his simple response, shifting again. “I think I jacked it up at practice today.” They’d been going through rehearsals, him and Arin, for their upcoming live show together, and despite it being based around videogames, you knew that sometimes they got very excited. Birds of a feather flocked together, after all.

With another light laugh, you turned away from the TV, giving him exactly what he was after - your attention. “All right, old man, what’s going on with your back?” Throwing you a look, a bit insulted but entirely teasing, he turned as well, away from you. “It’s somewhere in the center of my shoudler blades…” He reached up and over, hand vaguely gesturing.You picked a spot and began. Fingers pushing in, he leaned into the pressure, relaxing under your touch almost immediately. “Right here okay?” you asked, voice dropping, exploring with your hands. “Yeah.” His voice had easily dropped to a murmur as well, happy that you were just touching him in general. “It’s that… General space… All day…” His words were broken up as the feeling took over, dragging him into a state of bliss.“What did you even do?” you asked, wondering aloud, not really expecting an answer. “Picked up Arin.” You snorted. “He’s not that heavy, Danny,” you replied. “I know,” he responded, head lolling to one side; you caught the half-smile on his face. “Just picked him up wrong.”So far, you were doing nothing wrong, it seemed. Nothing had changed in the minute or two you’d worked at him, fingers and thumbs only changing up position and pressure when they got tired. His movements had almost entirely stopped, his legs stretched out before and hanging off the end of the bed, head resting on one shoulder.This wasn’t exactly how the rest of the night was planned, but you would never complain about giving your boy a little bit of pleasure.

Your hands roaming was just a natural progression of things. They didn’t go anywhere they hadn’t before, simply dipping under the hem of his sleep shirt, earning a very hearty sigh. Fingertips ran up bare skin, fabric pooling around your wrist, then unfolding as you ran them back down again. “Better?” you asked, keeping your voice soft. He nodded; you smiled a bit.“Here.” You patted his shoulder blades. “Lay down. Let me get the rest of you.” Looking behind him, Dan caught your eye, curiosity in his brown hues. “C’mon, you had a long day,” you insisted, smiling more. “I wanna help.” Not looking away, he replied, “But you all ready helped.” His eyebrows raised. “You sure you wanna help more?” You nodded. “Absolutely. Now strip, lover boy. Lemme give you a rub down.” The language choice made the both of you laugh; he did as you asked.First came the shirt, revealing a very bare and very fit back. You immediately wanted to reach out and caress him, to revel in the smooth skin, but not even a heartbeat passed before he was re-positioning himself on the bed and kicking off his shorts. And of course you openly stared, not only because you could, but when you said strip, you didn’t quite mean strip strip. Now he was only in his briefs, laying on his stomach, arms crossed one another and under his cheek.“Well. All right.”Climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs, you got to work on a full massage for your boyfriend.

He wasn’t just playing along when he began groaning and moaning with every few pushes and kneads. You were giving it everything you had, your body weight vastly less than his, every movement deep and thorough into his muscles. Though he would shift, he let you work him loose, starting from his lower back and moving upward. When you got to between his shoulders - his main pain area - his groaning got louder. “Hurt me, baby,” he managed out, making you laugh a bit. “Just… Fuck me up.”Emboldened by the statement, your hands moved from his shoulders down to his butt, and squeezed. The noise he made made you grin and giggle; just for added effect, you spanked him. He yelped; then you were right back at the gentle, softer touches. It was all in good fun, playing and teasing, never to hurt. Working at his lower back again, just for a moment, you felt him relax, knowing there was that stupid, beautiful grin on his face under all that hair. You weren’t at his lower back for long, getting the back of his neck and earning a rough, satisfied sound from the man. “Yes, baby…” Slowly, with your other hand, you wound your fingers into his hair, tightening slightly, the sound responding in tandem.As well as his hips, jutting upward into a very vulnerable and exposed position. 

“Danny, oh my god.” You couldn’t stifle the smile no matter how hard you tried. It was sexy. “You’re doing, like, two of my favorite things to me right now,” he replied. “Are you really that surprised I’m half hard?” You blinked, hand on his neck fumbling. He was -?Eyes peeked downward, and -Yep. Definitely.“Well…” There was only one way this was going to go, and suddenly, you really wanted it to go that way. “What do you want to do about that?”

Despite the fact that you were still fully clothed in your pajamas, sex was definitely on the table tonight. It always was when it came to Dan, for more than just the fact that he was incredibly good at it. What it came down to, simply, was the fact that he loved and you loved him. The intimacy you two shared went far beyond the mutual meeting of bodies; you’d been with him for so long you almost couldn’t remember what it was like living without him. Even if you couldn’t remember, you knew you didn’t want to go back to it.Being on top of him was much more fun.“Oh, you know what I want to do about it.” You were both on the same page. “But do you?” Your hand moved from his neck when he turned it to one side, looking up and over at you. Instead of settling somewhere appropriate, it dipped low and found the space between the mattress and his hips, palming his shaft through the fabric of his briefs. “Always.”The groan he let out was satisfied in a whole different way, making your insides warm. Though a bit of an awkward position, you didn’t let up on him, taking in the noises he made, from breathy to full, as you stroked him. Every touch got him harder, brought his back end off the bed just a little more to help give you better access; it spurred you on in a wanton sort of way. “This feel good?” you asked, bending low, tucking your mouth against the shell of his ear. In response was an approving groan. “God, you’re so fucking hard, Danny…” Dirty talk wasn’t normally your thing - that role was usually his - but it just sort of slipped out, coming naturally to you in the moment. “Please,” he breathed. “Don’t make me beg for more.” You chuckled softly; he did as well. “On your back.” Once again, he followed your instruction.When he flipped, he was practically heaving, chest rising and falling deeply with pink streaked across his cheeks. Thick curls had settled around his head like a photograph; hi eyes blown out to be almost black. It was a deviously sexy sight, one all but completed with the fully erect cock straining against the boxer fabric. “Please.” You wouldn’t count that as begging, but his tone was dangerously close to whining. “Please touch me again.” Instead of touching where he wanted, they found his legs, bare and on either side of you, running up them with your fingertips. That appeased him, but only a bit, a gentle sigh breaking free, hips still feebly thrusting upward every other moment. It was all part of the game, to see how far you could get him before he snapped on you or did it himself, as it wasn’t often you got to tease and feel him like this.

His breathing wasn’t the only one that had gone rough around the edges. This whole thing was sensual, making you warm in all the right places; Dan noticed it too, when your hands slowed around his waist band. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” You huffed a small smile out. “You gonna do something about it?” you replied, voice holding the same deep inflections as his. “Actually-”He didn’t move suddenly, but he did do it all in one motion - sitting up, putting both hands under your sleepshirt, getting it over your head, and then pulling you into the pillows. When you fell into the mattress, you giggled, head hitting the mound of feathers and softness and smothered by his mouth on your’s. There was tongue, loose and as slow as his other motions, making you moan.While your knee came up, giving him the friction he needed to stay hard, his hands took to your own shorts, untying them and tugging them off of you. Never once did his mouth leave you, only moving from mouth to neck to collar, breath hot and making you gasp. He found the space between your legs with one hand, drenched in want, making him gasp out loud. “Oh, baby...”There were no fingers, nothing to tease or play. Pulling away from you for only a moment, he removed the last article of clothing between the two of you, and slowly sunk himself inside of you. There was a shared exhale, ecstasy coming in a slow, heady wave, before he found a rhythm. “Go slow?” you asked, voice almost a whisper. “Go slow. Absolutely,” he agreed. His cock fucked into you slowly, filling you until he couldn’t fill you anymore, in and out, over and over again. He kept to his word, both of you moaning, breathy and needy, mouths meeting in between noises to show how much you loved each other in a different way.Above your head, your hands came up and gripped the pillows, arching your back, chest meeting chest, a show of wanting more. It always was you, being the first one to break; he didn’t comment on it, but rather did just what you wanted. His pace picked up, he came up to take your knees in his hands and fuck faster, thrusts even and deep. Your back arched higher. “Danny-” He didn’t stop. “Danny I’m-” The grip on your knees tightened, bringing the warmth that was building under your navel to the front. “Do it, baby.” The words were like air. “Come on. Come on my cock.” Though shaky, they were enough to send you over the edge with a long, loud moan and a smile slipping over your lips.

Only when your hands let go of the pillows above you did he slow. “That’s it.” Still he didn’t stop, though, bottoming out with each push in. “You’re so beautiful.” Hands traveled from knees up to your own hands, entwining fingers together. “I love you so much...” Tossing his head back, he moaned, movements stuttering. “I love you too, Danny,” you responded, unwinding your hands and setting one on his chest, hoping to steady him. It didn’t do much, but did give him a free hand to pull out.Streaks of white painted across your bare abdomen, you moaned in ecstasy, the marking process just as much a turn-on to you as the actual sex. When he slowed his strokes, the two of you caught eyes. “How ya feelin’, baby?” you asked, rolling your head to one side. In response he smiled, leaning down and kissing you long and slow on the lips.

[danandthereader]

Okay so I might have just binge read your entire blog. YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!! I just couldn't stop reading! I cannot put into words how great your stories are, absolutely great 💜💜💜💜

Oh my gosh, that’s actually kind of amazing. Thank you so much for reading my stuff, lovely ! I’m so glad you like all my stuff. ♡

[danandthereader]

I love your writing💖💖💖

You are absolutely so sweet, lovely, and I’m so glad you like the things I write ! Thanks for sticking around. ♡

[danandthereader]

Hello. I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comes out as pansexual to Dan? I came out to some of my friends the other day and it went horribly and I just need a bit of a pick me up. Thank you

Hey again, sorry. Its the pansexual anon. I forgot to mention that you don’t have to make the story romantic in any way, but you can if you feel like it. I don’t really mind either way. <3

A/N: Hey lovely. first off, I just wanted to say, congrats on coming out (even if it is again) ! I know how difficult it can be, having to do it, especially more than once; you are incredible for taking that step. However, I’m so sorry that it didn’t go as well as it should’ve. Just know that you are loved, and appreciated, and accepted, especially here. ♡ I didn’t think to take this anywhere romantic, to be honest, so I hope that’s all right. Just lots of friendship and care and love this time around. I hope you enjoy; heart you !

BE TRUE

For the majority of the night, you thought everything had been going well. Parties were never a big thing for you, but being a quickly-rising Youtuber, this one seemed almost necessary. Not only that, but the few friends you had made beforehand - namely Dan and Arin - had not only been invited, but also RSVP’ed with a duel yes. Wherever one went, the other did, and you were happy to pal around and be a third wheel for a few hours.The evening had been spent snacking, mingling, and introducing yourself about a hundred times over. From familiar faces to ones you’d never seen before in your life, the get-together put on by the company was great for exposure, even if it was by name only. And by your side on a number of occasions was either one half of the Game Grumps duo or the other, basically being your hypeman, telling of how great you were and how you made awesome content. Though it never felt entirely earned, you always thanked them very sincerely when it was just the two of you. Part of you always struggled with compliments, but both of the boys’ outpouring of kindness almost always made you cry.

Sometime during the night, drinks got involved. That was another thing you were never really big into, but everyone else had one, and you were old enough. So, with a very pink number in hand, you insisted you would only have one for the rest of the night. Yet, one drink turned into two, and two turned into four, and then there was a very pretty person that was at the bar…One look at them and something just flipped in you. Suddenly you were no longer the soft-hearted, gentle one, but the extroverted and incredibly flirty one who everyone seemed to really love. The one at the bar, though, was the one that mattered; you turned on the charm you didn’t even know you had as you approached and struck up a conversation. Laughter and jokes, a great conversation that felt like it lasted hours; the two of you completely hit it off to the point that you even got their number as you two parted ways. As it turned out, they were non-binary as well, which wasn’t any sort of problem for you, and not just because you were a little tipsy.The tipsiness wasn’t much of a help at the end of the night, though. Most everyone - including the wonderful person you got the number of - had left, and someone had your keys.That person being Dan.“How did you even get them, anyways?” Your voice was just a tad slurry, which made him chuckle. “You gave them to me at, like, six,” he replied, turning away again and again, just to get away from you. “I haven’t seen you since four!” you insisted, laughing with him. “Now gimmie my keys, I gotta get home.” He took you into his arms, making you wiggle and whine. “I don’t think so!” He squeezed, making you let out a very off-key, very hilarious screech. “C’mon, ya little banshee.” He set you down. “I’ll take you home.” That wasn’t something you didn’t end up opposing to.

It wasn’t a long drive, and you were thoroughly entertained by the radio and Dan’s singing along. You even sung along to the ones you knew, continuing beyond the radio as the two of you made your way into your little apartment, one of your arms wrapped around his waist and one of his arms wrapped around your’s.Dropping your bag by the door, you made your way into the kitchen. “What’cha doin’?” came your best friend’s voice from not far behind, letting you go nonetheless. “Gettin’ water,” you drawled, telling the truth despite the froth in your head. “I… Thorsty.” You meant thirsty, but the internet had truly tainted you; it made you snort. As you got your water, in a plastic cup just in case, Dan entered the tiny kitchen area, standing in the doorway. He was simply observing, making sure you didn’t die, you supposed, making you smile around the rim as you finished off the cup. “So?” Dan prompted after you’d turned to refill your cup. “How was your night?” Turning off the faucet, you shrugged. “All right.” Honestly, just thinking about the past few hours made your head spin. “Lots of people. Lots of color, and sound, and… Oof.” Talking about it wasn’t much help either; you took a slower sip of your water, leaning against the counter. “Saw you talkin’ to that girl at the bar…” His eyebrows had raised when you looked over at him. Finally, lowering the cup, looking away, you amended, “Non-binary.” Pause. “They were non-binary.”He nodded, then tried again. “Ah. Sorry. I saw you talking to someone at the bar tonight…” You nodded, smiling a bit. “Yeah. They were nice. A make-up artist, I think,” you replied. “Funny, the kind of people you meet at Youtube mixers like that.” He sounded almost encouraging, like he wanted to gossip with you. Though you didn’t look up quite yet, you smiled a little more. “Did you hit it off with them?” he asked, and oh yeah, he was definitely trying to gossip. “Yeah. I think I made a new friend.” Tossing a glance up at him, you quipped, “You can finally hand me off to someone else for a day or two.” He laughed. “Oh, you know what I mean.”Finally, you looked at him. “Do I?” You didn’t, not quite. Maybe it was the drink still on the brain, but where was this conversation going? It seemed a little aimless, like, well, you when you drank too much. “Because... I don’t know...” A vague wave to your head. “I’m still a little bubbly. I think.” A small smile paired with the word.

There was a pause, one that you felt went a lot longer than normal, good pauses did. “Can I ask you something?” he tossed out into the open, as casual as he could, while still remaining hesitant. The bubbles in your brain began to pop, and you sobered up. “You just did,” you replied easily, equally casual, making the both of you smile.Yet, he asked his question anyways. “At the bar, with the person you were hanging out with, you were... Awful close...” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah?” He slowly continued. “I was just wondering if... God, I don’t know how to-”“Dan.”“Yeah?” He looked at you.You looked at him, and despite the fear that always spiked when you told someone new about it, you stated simply, “I’m pan.”Another pause.“You’re-?”“Pan. Pansexual,” you clarified. He had to know what that was.“That’s uh - That’s attracted to all genders, right?”You smiled a little. “Yeah. Can be attracted to any gender, on the spectrum and otherwise.” He nodded. “Is uhm - Is that okay?” You hated asking that question, because it always opened the door for people to say no. You’d all ready let enough people go because of their nonacceptance; you didn’t want to lose Dan. He was your first friend from LA, your first Youtuber friend, your first real friend. But after a moment, he replied, “Yeah. Yeah, of course it’s okay.” He added, “Long as you’re happy, and comfortable, I’m happy.”

You hadn’t meant to get all teary-eyed, but the drinks had come back through and smacked you upside the head, dislodging the waterworks. “Oh- Oh no!” He approached quick, making you laugh through the tears. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?” You shook your head, still laugh-crying. “No! God, no. You said everything totally right.” Without warning, you hugged him. “Thank you.” Though a little surprised, he hugged back, holding you close and tight, loving you as much as everyone who didn’t.