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sinninghowlter · 2 years ago

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Danisnotadom

Ship: Phan Rating: E Contains: collaring, pre-established relationship, very light angst, degradation, namecalling, smut, cursing, heavy language, d/s undertones, daddy kink mentioned four (4) times, use of the word "slut" Words: 5746 Summary: Dan's not a dom. Everyone swears up and down that he is, insists he is domming his boyfriend and is too good to take it in the ass.

Phil's not a sub. Everyone thinks he is, everyone thinks his baby is in charge. What they don't know is his hardcore boyfriend is actually a princess. Read it below or on AO3

This fic was a brainchild of mine back in December 2022 and finally, here it is! It wouldn't exist if not for the cheering on of the Superstarkers groupchat on Discord and my writing friend @khalixascorner!! Thank you for believing in me and this fic with two strangers you've never heard of before me. A/N: this is unbeta'd and uses 2015 phandom with 2022 dan and phil. :)

"Alright guys, Dan insists he's starving so I've gotta feed him before he eats me."

"Not like that!" Dan shouts from the other room, "I just have been in the U.S. for so fucking long that all I want is familiar food goddammit!"

"You can't swear on my live streams, Dan!!" Phil shouts back. He begins scanning the chat, hoping that a slew of messages reading "OMG PHAN!!!!1!1!" and "DOMESTIC!!!!" doesn't follow. Instead of the expected messages, he starts seeing a few, albeit more explicit, replies in the chat: 'I bet he likes it that way', 'Dan probably eats him all the time', 'We all know Phil likes his daddy to eat it.' He hides the need to frown and roll his eyes behind a smile, answering an ask about what kind of plant the followers should get. "Um... I think you should get a cactus! They're always a good choice!"

"Phil! I'm starving!! Let's gooooooooOO!!!" Dan whines, now in the doorway. Phil looks up, taking in the younger's form leaning against the white wood. Dan smirks as Phil's eyebrows raised in challenge.

'omgggg look at the way he looks at Dan!!! OTP FOR LIFEEEEEEEE', 'PHAN DOMESTIC!!!!!' the chat reads, but neither of the boys are paying any attention to Phil's live stream.

"What are you thinking for food?" Phil asks, silently hoping for pizza.

"How's pizza?" Dan murmurs, and Phil can't help but smile affectionately at his boyfriend, "I really don't wanna cook."

"Sounds good," Phil replies, trying to tune out the part of his head that hones in on the comments in the live stream about how he does anything Dan says. He's not a simp. He just likes to indulge his boyfriend after he's traversed half the world alone for the first time in 13 years. He wants Dan to feel loved, heard... safe. If that means that a handful of kids on the internet calls him #DanHowellsSlut, well that's on them.

"Text me what you want, and I will order so you can wrap up your stream!" Dan smiles, walking out of the living room and back into the office, watching the end of the stream.

"Alright guys, I guess that means it's time for me to hop off here. For real this time. Danny boy gets fussy when he's not eating carbs." Phil chuckles at his own joke, saying bye to a few people in the crowd. "See you guys next week! Bye!" He signs off the live stream, falling back against the couch, and closing the lid of his MacBook with his foot. "Fuck..." he mumbles to no one in particular. Dan texts him, and he replies mindlessly, requesting the usual from Domino's.

"Daaaaan..." Phil calls, waiting for the man to reappear in the doorway.

"Yeah? You alright?" Dan pokes his head in, eyebrows pulled together in concern. They had just been texting, what was wrong that he felt like talking in person?

"I... it's nothing." He shakes his head, deciding last minute not to bring it up to the other, "Want to watch a movie or something with our pizza?"

"Sure. We should watch something old though, I don't really have the energy for something new."

"How's Hunger Games? We both have seen that loads of times."

"Perfect. Put it on then, I think the pizza is here." He rushes to the door, tipping the person and handing the boxes to Phil. He collects the paper towels and glasses from the kitchen, sitting down on the turquoise couch next to his partner. "Lights on or off?"

"How's lamplight?" Phil replies, distracted by the flatscreen across the room. He clicks on the movie, pushing his glasses up his nose as he grabs a slice of the pizza. Dan does the same, laying his legs across Phil's lap and watches the movie.

After a few slices, Phil takes to scrolling Tumblr on his iPhone. He smiles at the screencaps from his liveshow, likes a couple of pieces of fanart of himself, and reblogs a couple of gifs for the gaming channel.

Then it happens.

He hits a group of posts commenting on how whipped he is for Dan. How submissive he is, and how good he is for Dan. He can't help but scroll through the asks on the blog, reading about how he definitely almost called Dan "daddy" in a recent video. How he definitely wanted to kiss him at 12:23 in the newest gaming video... He sighs softly, turning back to the movie, just in time to see Katniss pick up her bow for the first time.

Dan's fallen asleep by the time the credits roll. Phil can't help but smile at the man wrapped up in his pimp blanket and hugging the cloud pillow. He looks exhausted and a tiny part of his heart breaks for Dan. This is most likely the first good night's sleep he's had in weeks, and Phil can't bring himself to wake him. Carefully, he lifts Dan's socked feet off his thigh, sliding out from underneath him. Instead of turning on the next movie, he gathers the plates, cups, and paper towel roll in his arms, disappearing into the kitchen. Phil deposits the dishes in the sink, vowing to clean them tomorrow, and returns to the living room. He tiptoes past the younger man and cleans up the pizza and coke bottle, trying his hardest to avoid banging into the corner of the coffee table. Thankfully, he doesn't hit anything until he gets the pizza box into the fridge. He cringes, hoping Dan isn't awake.

"Alright, now to wake the baby..." he murmurs to himself, shutting off the light in the kitchen. He returns to the den and presses his lips to Dan's forehead. "Honey? We need to go to bed." Dan crinkles his nose and groans, curling deeper into his ball of faux fur, "Nooooo... I wanna sleep here. 's cozy!" He hides his head under the blanket, attempting to fall back asleep.

"I know, Bear, but you'll be really sore if you don't go to bed. I love you, but I also know that you will complain all day about it."

"Gee, thanks, babe," Dan smirks, finally looking at his boyfriend.

"You know I'm right. Now, c'mon. You'll feel better." Phil reaches under the blanket, pulling Dan's hand until he finally obliges and stands up.

Phil can't help but kiss his boyfriend's cheek. Somehow, even after thirteen years, he's the most handsome man he's ever met. Dan smirks sleepily, resting his head against Phil's shoulder as they stumble into the bedroom.

He tries to sleep. Really, he does. Instead, though, his brain replays the posts, tweets, and messages haunting him for the last three weeks. They've gotten worse since Dan left for tour, it's like the posters have gotten bored and tried to stir up trouble. He presses his face to the pillow sighing deeply. Dan stirs in his sleep groaning softly.

"Whatever you're overthinking over there isn't worth it. It'll still be there in the morning. Go to sleep." The brunette murmurs, nuzzling into his side. They really do know each other inside and out. He nods and closes his eyes, pretending to sleep.

"G'morning," Dan mumbles, pressing into his side, making his hardon known. It's almost a ritual for them. If the weekday ends in y, Dan or Phil will push the other for morning sex. It's a given, almost like eating cereal for breakfast. Before he can reciprocate, though, Dan is staring at him. "I love you but you look like a dead man walking. So how about I take care of you this time, sir." Dan sits up, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Baby, you don't have to... I'm fine. It's not a big deal." Phil replies, hands finding their place on his waist.

"Okay. What's actually wrong? You never turn down sex." Dan furrows his brow, brown eyes locking onto Phil's as though he can read his mind if stares hard enough.

"I just don't feel up to it right now. I'm sorry." Phil gently presses a kiss to Dan's forehead. "I promise it's not you, I just got in my head last night. It's not important."

"I understand that. It's easy to do. Would you like pancakes or cereal for breakfast?"

"Pancakes, of course," Phil replies, thankful for the change in subject. Dan climbs off the bed, ignoring his lack of shirt. "I'll be right there, baby. Don't start without me!"

"No promises! I might eat them before you get in here!" Dan calls from the hallway, disappearing around the corner. Phil pulls his glasses on his face, making the bed and buying himself time. Just to allow his brain a second of clarity before he's met with the feeling of panic when Tumblr throws another post in his face.

-_-_-_-_-_-_

He makes it two weeks before he breaks. The duo had gotten back into their usual routine, reveling in the break in the chaos. Their livestreams were returning to normal and the whole debacle was behind him. Or so he thought.

Tonight's livestream was a joint event. Both men deciding it would be the perfect Christmas present for their fans. They answered questions and it all went smoothly until he sees it. He feels Dan go tense against his arm and Phil knows he saw it too.

A single message.

Nine words.

"Shout out the "Phil Lester Is A Sub Groupchat"!"

"I think we should get indian food tonight, don't you agree? I want that vegetarian bowl I get every time. It just sounds amazing!!" Dan tries, covering the awkward silence.

He takes that moment, disguising it as listening to the older's response, to take stock of the situation. There's a sense of panic in Phil's eyes. One so small only Dan knows what it looks like. He sees something else mixed in too, something he can't quite place. It's as though exhaustion and anger mixed together and created this new thing. He subtly gives Phil a nudge, three bumps on his right hip: 'check your face.' They'd implemented it after Dan rolled his eyes at something in the chat back in 2013. They decided it was best to avoid any issues. Phil blinks a few times, smiling quickly.

"That actually does sound amazing. I really am craving it too..." Phil replies quickly, changing the subject to what games they've been playing recently.

Twenty or so minutes later, Phil interjects, "Dang it Dan, I can't stop thinking about indian food now. But I swear we always abandon these guys for food."

"I'm starving, guys. Soz." Dan laughs, "We can continue this video game discussion on Thursday on my livestream! For now though, bye guys!"

"Bye!!" Phil clicks the button to end the stream and his shoulders drop.

"What was that about? You looked upset that someone called you a sub earlier."

"I am, okay? It's been haunting me for almost a month now. I'm weirded out by the fact that people get the vibe off you that you're a dom or the sub vibe off of me. What does it matter to them?! What we do in our bedroom when the lights are off is between us."

"Or inside us." Dan jests, attempting to break the tension. It works, causing Phil to burst into laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Dannnnn." Phil scolds still smiling. "But no, it's been messing with my head all month. That's why I pushed you off the other day. I was inside my head about the idea that the fans think that you're in charge and when you offered to take the lead it panicked me a little. I was worried they saw something I didn't, and they knew something I hadn't. Like a joke I wasn't a part of." He sighs, scrubbing his palms over his eyes. "I just don't like not knowing."

"Are you not happy being a dom? Do you not want to anymore?" Dan asks, eyes locked on the rip in the denim on his thigh. There's panic in his voice, and it breaks Phil's heart

Phil sighs, raising Dan's chin, "Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I fucking love being your dom."

Dan's cheeks tint pink, shivering slightly, "If it makes you feel any better, I have been haunted by "#Danisadom" the entire tour. For some reason, our fans are very observant about everything else, but this is one area that they're completely oblivious to. This is #Philtops2k15 all over again. At least then they had it right..." Dan laughs lightly, hoping Phil will join in.

"I remember that! And you're right, we made it through that just like we will this. Because you're my baby, Bear. Nothing is going to change that." Phil kisses Dan gently.

"And you're my sir. But I need you to tell me when you start getting in your head again. Please tell me, Phil. I don't want you hurt." Dan replies, voice low. He presses kisses to Phil's jaw. Before they can get too heated, he pulls away, "We have a meeting in thirty minutes."

"Wha? Dan!" Phil drops his arms to his sides, following the boy with his eyes as he disappears down the hall.

"Don't tell me you forgot! You set the appointment!" Before he can inquire further, his phone dings with a notification on their shared calendar: 'collar appointment'. Dan's voice calls from down the hall, a smirk evident in the tone, "the cab will be here in fifteen. Better hurry if you want to change." The black-haired boy sighs, willing his semi to soften.

"Fucking hell." He murmurs, rising from the couch to collect his jacket and wallet. "Dan, we have to make sure no one sees us."

"They won't, Phil. We made sure to get an appointment super fucking late. I promise no one will see us."

"I know, but I don't want this to get out. I'm not ashamed of being your dom but I don't want the rest of the world to be yours as well. Yknow? I just fear that if they somehow figure out how to manipulate you, then it will become an issue, or the parents will insist we are shoving it down their precious darlings' throats..."

"Phil," Dan touches his hands to the older's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "It will be okay, I promise! If it makes you feel better, we can frame it differently." he leads them towards the door, out to where the cab is waiting, "Yknow? If we get caught, we can say we were collaring you." He whispers the last part against the shell of Phil's ear, breath ghosting across his cheek.

"No!!!" Phil whisper-shouts, "I hate you so much!" The two laugh it off, nervousness forgotten.

Almost...

The feeling of unease resurges when they arrive at the shop. "Dan, it's just here." He mumbles, motioning at the doorway. The other man turns back, having walked past it completely.

Neither of the guys knew this place existed, but they'd passed it millions of times. It's a small shop on the west end with blackened windows and a subtle navy tint to the stucco. It blends in where you wouldn't notice it if you didn't look for it.

He pulls open the door, and the words "OWNED" catch the streetlight, dark lettering glinting.

Phil takes a deep breath, leading Dan inside.

When they enter, Phil isn't sure what he was scared of. From inside, you can barely see the streets, and the knowledge that no one else can see inside calms his soul.

Dan's in his element immediately. From the first second, he's holding Phil's hand, pointing at different materials, gemstones, and buckles. "Look at this one!"

"Welcome in, you must be Mr. Lester and Mr. Howell! Pleased to meet you! My name is Gerald Rogers, I will be doing your sizing and fitting today." Both men shake Gerald's hand, their nervousness subsiding. "You guys seem nervous, is this your first collar?"

"It is." Phil begins, wrapping his arm around Dan's hips, "We've talked about it a lot, but I decided it was the perfect Christmas present."

"Well, we will be sure to find one that suits your dynamic perfectly. To start, let's have a seat back here so I can get a feel for your dynamic." The two men nod, following Gerald to the heavy black desk.

"Alright, let's start simple and work to the heavier details." The guys nod, and Dan takes Phil's hand. A silent testament that he's there and they're safe. "What are we thinking for the budget?" Phil replies with their budget and how flexible it is. Gerald begins typing on his laptop, nodding. "Who's going to be collared today?" Dan raises his hand, blush tinting his cheek.

"He is."

"Perfect. And can you guys describe your dynamic?"

"How do you mean?" Phil asks.

"I mean, what titles do you use, how hard is your play, do you tend to get rougher than most?" Gerald raises his eyebrows, hands poised over the keyboard.

"Well, the titles we use most for Dan here are 'baby, honey, sweetheart....' The soft stuff. And then for me--"

"I use "Sir" more than anything. We do joke around with 'daddy' but I don't really want that included this time." Gerald nods, updating his notes. He smiles encouragingly, waiting for the boys to continue.

"Are you wanting to have an all-the-time collar or just a play collar?"

"We are definitely looking for just a play collar. Our fans wouldn't take kindly to Dan suddenly wearing a heavy collar." Phil laughs lightly.

"Fans?" Gerald asks, casually.

"We're YouTubers. I presume you won't release to our fans what we're up to? Our relationship is kind of a personal secret they aren't aware of."

"I promise, discretion is one of the main things I promise with my services."

"Perfect," Dan states, hand squeezing Phil's.

"And are you two rough with your play? I don't mean physically, I mean are you guys planning on attaching leashes, pulling on the collar, or leading by it?"

"We were planning to try implementing it, does the collar hold up to that?"

"Oh, easily. We can do a double-layered flat leather collar with reinforced D rings."

"Perfect." Phil smiles.

"Great, let's get you measured Dan!" He nods, nervousness in his eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, babe." Phil smiles, reassuringly. "I'm right here." Gerald raises the tape measure, and Dan nods. "Don't flinch, it's okay. I'm right here."

"Alright, I've got the measurements." Gerald smiles, writing the numbers on his computer, "I'm guessing you are someone who hates people touching their neck?" Dan nods, never breaking eye contact with his boyfriend, "You did great."

"You really did, Dan." Phil praises, reveling in the way he minutely preens.

"Alright. what materials and colors were you thinking of doing this time?"

"We had been discussing doing a double-layered vegan leather collar in black and white."

"Are you thinking 12 millimeters or more?"

"Ah, definitely 12 millimeters... I think that's right. The site we were looking at said half an inch was ideal for a first hard-play collar." Dan looks at the measurement sheet in front of him, reading the numbers off internally. "I don't want anything too strong around my neck."

"Then that would probably be right around perfect... Let me get something drawn up for you. Wait here." Gerald walks into the back room, leaving the boys to their own devices.

"I'm really happy we're finally doing this." Phil murmurs.

"I am too. I like my collar, but one from the pet shop doesn't work well for us. It'll be nice to have one made special and not for a dog."

"Agreed. Did you want to go for a locking collar, baby?"

"I would be honored." Dan blushes, "But we can't lose the key or forget it's on."

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem for you two." Gerald interrupts, presenting his sketch.

The piece on the iPad in front of them is perfect. It looks like someone took the essence of Dan and created it. The thick black leather is sewn with white thread and the thin leather on top is sewn with black. There are three sets of eight rivets surrounding three D rings, and Dan can almost feel the black chains ghosting across his collarbones and back. "It's perfect..." He whispers, awestruck.

"I'm glad you think so! Is there anything you'd like to add or modify?"

"Can we possibly add in a few gemstones? Like maybe black gems here and here?" Phil points between the D rings, smiling awkwardly.

"Like... this?" Gerald adds the gems, turning it back. "And were you two considering a locking or belt-style clasp?"

"Locking. Can we get two sets of keys though?"

"Absolutely, that is a default for these collections, just in case one set gets separated. I will make a note on your order though just to be sure." He types it in, "I will have your piece ready in about two weeks." He smiles and clears the approval, having both of the men sign the agreement before reading out their total.

"That is perfect. Thank you so much." Phil smiles, handing Gerald his card.

-_-_-_-_-_-_

Back home, Dan can't keep his hands off of Phil. "What's up? You were trying to hold my hand in the cab, you've been glued to my side since we got home. Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts about your collar?"

"No! I mean, no. I'm nervous but I'm not regretting it." Dan blushes, leaning against the counter, watching Phil eat cereal from the box, "If anything, I am excited." I can't wait to have something that symbolizes how much you want me to be yours. It's an honor that you want to collar me, Phil. I mean, what did I do to deserve this?"

"You existed, Dan. That's all that matters. You were deserving of it from the beginning, no one has noticed before me. I have wanted to collar you since 2010, but I didn't want to scare you off. Some people classify this as more important than a wedding ring. I mean, you are literally allowing me to put a lock around your neck. My love, you are the most worthy of anyone I have ever known or dated. I can't imagine anyone else would rather be mine than you. You're my world! I--" Before Phil can finish rambling Dan is pressing their mouths together.

"Fuck I have wanted to do that since we left Owned." He reconnects their lips and the quiet groan from Phil reverberates through him. He replies with the softest squeak, and most people would have missed it, but Phil catches it.

"If I had known that getting you fitted would have this effect on you, I'd have done it ages ago!"

"Oh shut up you spoon." Dan blushes, wriggling away from the older.

"Never," Phil replies, smirking. Dan glares playfully, disappearing into the living room. -_-_-_-_-_-_

Dan has been dreading this. It's finally Tuesday and he hasn't even said hello before he sees it:

"Hi, Daddy."

Dan can't help but freeze in his tracks, slipping before he can school his expression. He glares at the message. He hopes no one sees the look, but the chat's speed says otherwise. He doesn't know why it affects him so much. Neither of them has used that title since 2010. But yet it still haunts him.

Because it's not him.

"Have you guys tried any new shows this week? Phil and I-- ope!! Phil and I!" He snaps his fingers and laughs, "We've been watching a new anime! I can't remember the name though!" He deflects the chat, ignoring the comments in chat asking about his sex life with Phil.

"Da-an!" Phil calls from the hallway, walking in with a black cardboard box.

"Oh! Phil! I was just getting ready to call you!"

"You were?" He walks in, box still in hand, leaning down next to his partner.

"I was trying to tell these guys about that new anime we started! What was it called?"

"Oh, it was an old one I watched when I was younger. Vampire Knight?" The chat explodes in reply, half of them asking about the show and the other asking about the box in his hand.

"It's fun. Definitely a teen drama though. which I think makes it funnier. Cuz we're two grown-ass men watching a romance anime made for teenage girls." The two talk a bit more about the show before Phil comes up with an excuse to leave.

"Alright, now. Where were we?" Dan asks, "I have the memory of a gnat I swear to gods... Oh! The new album! So..." His phone dings somewhere in the middle of the discussion and he wishes he'd put it on silent. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a text:

Sir-- 9:08: It's here. 9:09: On the counter in the kitchen, I won't unbox it without you.

He almost whimpers, excitement settling into his body. "Well, I think I need to head out and finish editing the new video for you guys! Hopefully, I can have it out for you in the next six months!" He laughs, waving to the camera, "Bye guys! Talk to you all next week!"

He clicks end live, rushing out of the room. "Where is it?" He calls, words running together with excitement.

"It's right here! I told you I had it! I even showed you the box!" Phil laughs, pushing the box closer to the younger. "I haven't opened it. Do you need a knife?" Dan nods, cutting the box open.

Inside the box, wrapped in red tissue paper is a satin pouch. Neither of the boys can do anything but gape at first, shocked that it's actually real and in their hands. Finally, Phil comes to his senses and lifts the satin out of the box, untying the ribbon.

"I-- it's real," Dan whispers when the leather piece has been revealed. The chains softly tink together, and the loop for the lock at the back waits expectantly. His hands shake gently as Phil raises the leather, eyes meeting Dan's.

"It-- It's--"

"Perfect." Dan finishes his thought, breath coming in short gasps. He touches his fingers to the D-rings, blinking slowly.

Phil can't help but smile at the awestruck look on Dan's face, "Wanna put it on now? I mean, we are done for the night. Might as well test and make sure it fits." The boy nods, nervously.

"Alright. How should we go about doing this? Should I get on my knees or..."

"Just like we always do, bear. This is just another one of our collars. Hold still and I'll help you put it on." He turns around, back to Phil's chest, and digs in the box for the padlock. Dan grabs it, holding it in his hand, waiting for the feeling of the vegan leather on his throat. He hands the lock to Phil when he finally gets it into place, hearing the click when it's finally done.

"How does it look?" Dan asks, turning back to face Phil. The older doesn't reply, eyes wide and pupils blown.

"Holy fuck..." He whispers, causing Dan to blink rapidly.

"That bad?" Dan asks, hands reaching for the band. He grows self-conscious, confusion evident in his expression.

"N-no... No. Quite the opposite, actually. You look amazing, Dan." Phil blushes slightly, "Could you imagine wearing this in a video? They'd die."

"Because the one they thought was the dom is in a collar?"

"No. Because this may actually be one of the top ten sexiest things I have ever seen you in." Dan looks down at his loose t-shirt and joggers, raising an eyebrow.

"This? Phil, I wear this every day. They're literally my pajamas."

"No, I mean this." Phil laces his fingers under the collar, gently pulling Dan against him. "This is the sexiest thing you've ever worn. Probably up there with that one time, you dressed as me for Dailybooth."

"That was one of the first times you said you wanted to collar me." He blushes at the memory, remembering just how hoarse he was the next day.

"I know. And now look at you... All locked up and nowhere to go..." Phil's voice lowers, sending a shiver up Dan's spine. He presses their lips together, never letting go of the younger's collar. "What do you want to do, Daniel? Shall we break in this new toy?" Dan nods, mutely. "Alright. I want you on my bed ready in two minutes."

"Yes, sir. The same stuff as always?" Phil nods, turning back to the box. He digs through the paper, finding the second set of keys. He takes stock of the situation, wondering if this is a new chapter in their BDSM journey. Sure, they've had collars before, but nothing like this.

He thinks back to the time when Dan had asked for a stronger pair of cuffs. He remembers how he wondered then if this would be a new normal for them.

Before he can answer his question, Dan calls from the other room, "You comin' or what?"

Phil laughs breathily to himself, walking quickly down the hallway. "I'm comin', baby, don't get impatient on me or I'll make you wait."

"Yes, sir." Dan murmurs.

Phil opens the door, breathlessly. Before him is his boyfriend of 13 years waiting expectantly, eyes trained forward and collar around his neck. He's taken off every thread of clothing, and the blush on his skin catches the streetlight out the window perfectly.

"Fuck you're going to kill me, Bear," Phil whispers unbuttoning his corgi shirt as he closes the door.

Phil approaches him, connecting their lips. Dan whines, hoping and praying Phil would let him do something, anything to get the friction he craves. Instead of indulging, Phil takes his hand, leads him to the bed, and pushes him back onto the colorful bedsheets. "What do you want?"

"I want you!" He gasps in reply, brown eyes blown wide in desperation. "Please, I just want your cock."

"Aww, desperate already?" Phil growls dominantly, "Pathetic, aren't you."

Dan watches as Phil unzips his black jeans, waiting for the man to reveal what Dan's been waiting for, "C'moooooooon"

Phil glares, abandoning the buttons and instead sliding his fingers underneath the edge of the collar, pulling it up. "I know you're desperate, but you need to remember who's in charge here. I know our fans think it's you, but you and I both know the truth. We're going to try this again, who's in charge, Daniel?"

Dan nods, "Y-you are, sir."

Phil preens at his reply, pushing his jeans off his legs. He grants himself a couple strokes before pulling Dan in closer. "Good boy. What do you want, bear?" Dan blinks, silently communicating with his boyfriend. Phil nods, tangling his fingers in Dan's curls.

Dan blushes, licking Phil's tip. "Can you... Y'know..." He looks up at Phil, expectantly.

"Aww, want me to fuck your face?" Dan nods, parting his lips. Phil pushes his length into Dan's mouth, pausing briefly at the base, the feeling of his tongue too much to handle. "Fuck," He groans and resists the urge to jerk his hips.

Dan blushes, talking as best he can around the intrusion. Phil smirks and tangles his fingers in Dan's hair, pulling his head back to meet the base of his cock.

"That's a good boy, c'mon, take it all." Dan whimpers, suckling at the older's cock. "You're doing so good baby, I'm gonna cum though if we aren't careful..."

Dan pulls back, wiping his mouth, "W-want you to fuck me... Please?" Dan whispers gaze downcast towards his knees.

Phil smirks in victory. His usually articulate boyfriend has been brought to his knees, begging for any attention the older will grant. Phil growls, lifting Dan's chin to meet his gaze. His lips are parted, breaths escaping in short pants. "I would love to do that, sweetheart," Phil replies hotly, "Let's get into it then." He scoots back on the bed, "Did you stretch earlier like I told you too?"

Dan nods, handing the older a well-used bottle of lube, "Mhm, but you might need to check."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted me to finger you," Phil smirks, spreading lube over two fingers and pressing them to Dan's entrance. When they go in easily, he presses into Dan's prostate.

"I know noth-- Oh fuuuuck," Dan moans, pushing his hips backwards. Phil smirks, adding a third finger.

"You know nothing? You're right. You're just a pretty slut. Made perfect for my dick." Phil pulls his fingers out, wiping the excess on his leg. He spreads more lube on his cock, pressing into the younger. "Beg for it."

"Please?" Dan begs, head dropping. "I've been waiting for this all day, sir. Please..."

Phil pushes the tip in, and pauses. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Dan attempts to push his hips back, mewling. "Please, sir... Please please please..." He curls his nails into the sheets, curls falling across his face.

The older shakes his head affectionately, pushing in the rest of the way. "Taking my cock so well, bear. You're such a good little slut for me. Take it all." He tangles his fingers into the back of the collar, using it to gain leverage. "Fuck..." Phil moans, speeding up his thrusts.

Dan tangles his hands into the sheets, groaning loudly. "Please, Please, please... I'm so close please..."

"Good." Phil's thrusts grow rougher, as he bites Dan's shoulder. "Don't cum until I tell you to."

The sound of their bodies colliding causes Dan to tremble. "Please... Please.... Sir... Lemme cum please!"

"Fuck, Dan... I'm so close... Ready?" he nods, desperately, "Okay... Cum for me. Right now, baby, I'm right behind you." Phil groans roughly, feeling Dan squeeze around him, pushing him over the edge. He reaches around, giving Dan's leaking cock a few strokes, helping him through his orgasm. "Good boy... You did so good." He whispers, letting go of the collar and pulling out of the younger.

"I love you so much, Dan." Phil whispers, pressing a kiss to Dan's nose. "You did so good." "I love you too. Thank you." he replies, dazed.

"For what?"

"Loving me, and for collaring me."

"Of course. Just proof your mine forever baby bear."

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated!!

#shut up nika #phan #dan howell x phil lester #phan smut #phanfic

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the-mad-starker · 2 years ago

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Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [1/6]

For @starkerfestivals' Starkercest Winter Bingo: Free Use. A bunch of us in the SuperStarkers server wanted to do the card as a group so I'm contributing 6 chapters of Free Use 😌 hopefully they all stay within 1k WC.

Summary: Being the Stark Heir had its ups and downs. The public sure likes to keep an eye on him and his father and the shareholders are cranky old alphas that would rather hand off the company to an alpha than Peter just because he's an omega.

It doesn't matter, he can handle anything life throws at him. The hardest thing about being the Stark Heir is his father, an alpha in his prime with all the needs of one.

A day in Peter Stark's life where he has to fulfill his role as his father's omega.

Notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia

WC: 1134

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The rocking of his body on the bed wouldn't normally wake Peter but this time it had.

The lights are dimmed, just as he had left them when he fell asleep. Hunched over his body, a larger, studier form is thrusting into him. A hard thick cock is spearing into his pussy, filling him up in a nice familiar stretch.

His dad's home.

Blearily, Peter blinks the sleep from his eyes and holds back a yawn. His legs are hitched over his daddy's arms and there's a faint but noticeable tickle where Tony's panting against his neck.

"Daddy…" Peter complains when his father's beard tickles him again.

Tony barely pauses but he does lean back, strong hands pulling his son's lower body along with him. Peter's little cocklet is soft against his thigh but he's noticeably wet judging by the soft squelching sounds coming from between his legs.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" Tony says in a whisper. He gently fondles Peter's cocklet in a silent offer to make it up to him but the omega bats his hands away.

"You ah- did…" Peter grumbles.

His daddy shrugs and continues to fuck him, undaunted by his son's rejection. This new position has his dad's cockhead bumping against that spot that makes Peter melt but he's still really sleepy. If his daddy makes him come now, Peter knows he won't be able to fall back asleep so he just lets his dad do what he needs to.

With another grumble, Peter turns to his side, barely avoiding hitting his dad in the face with his foot. Tony goes along with it, catching his knee and hooking it over his arm again. He tucks a spare pillow beneath Peter's hip and settles back into thrusting.

Now that Peter's awake, Tony doesn't hold back and fucks him harder than previously. Peter's toes curl as his daddy's cock digs in deep, every inch of it dragging against his walls and lulling him into pleasure.

He might be able to come just from this actually…

"Hurry up, dad," Peter tells him with an impatient wiggle.

"Okay, okay, just give me a… minute…" Tony pants. His hips start losing their rhythm and Peter watches with hooded eyes as his father throws his head back, jaw clenched, before his face goes slack in ecstasy. "Here it comes, baby– gonna knot inside, okay, sweetheart? Gonna give it to you so good, fuck…!"

He feels it when his daddy starts to knot and squeaks out a satisfied mmph when he shoves it in forcefully at the last minute. It's just shy of too big and Peter breathed out a shaky breath when his pussy locks around it, his insides milking the firm knot.

Next comes the rush of warmth, his daddy coming freely inside his pussy.

Peter lets out a quiet moan of his own and tries to muffle it against the pillow. His daddy hears it anyway and when he touches Peter's cocklet, the omega jerks in surprise.

He hadn't realized he'd gotten hard but honestly, what did he expect?

"Daddy," Peter complains but for an entirely different reason.

His daddy only chuckles and fondles his hard little cocklet.

"Sorry, Pete…" Tony says but he's not sorry at all. "Here, Daddy will take care of it."

His daddy's hand is warm when it's wrapped around his cocklet. Peter squirms in his embrace, sensitive in a way that makes him want to come but also makes him want to just lay there and let the knotting take its course.

He doesn't have a choice, either way. His daddy plays with his little cock, giving the smaller omega length gentle strokes. With the knot stretching him full and the alpha's cockhead continuously spurting semen against the entrance of his womb, Peter is very sensitive.

Gentle touches to his omega cocklet is all he can really take. Any rough stroking would probably make him cry.

It's under his father's gentle touch that he's roused into a body shaking, toe curling orgasm. The way the pleasure washes over him, making his body tighten and relax as he rides it out… It certainly helps in milking the knot.

His daddy mouths at the back of his neck, teeth setting into skin when Peter's tight omega body does it's job and milks every drop of come from his cock.

"Oh, that's it, sweetheart… Your sweet little pussy's wringing me dry… Fuck, so tight, baby… Squeezing me so tight…" his dad pants against his neck, filthy words spoken in a low growl.

Just from his voice alone, Peter's body shudders, overwhelmed.

By the time the knot subsides, Peter's just a melted puddle of pleasured omega on the bed. He barely protests when his father pulls up and then hauls him onto his knees.

He can feel the drip drip drip of the copious load leaking out of him but he only reacts when Tony spreads his cheeks and swipes his tongue along the wet dripping parts of him.

He makes some sort of muffled squeak, a protest because it feels weird but his daddy's deviant tongue works its magic and has the omega barely able to hold the pose. It's only his daddy's hands holding him up as he swipes up and down his dripping pussy, that brazen tongue cleaning up slick and seed.

"Oh…" Peter can't help but moan when that isn't the only place his daddy's tongue explores.

When his daddy starts to tongue at his untouched back hole, Peter whimpers quite pitifully.

He knows where this'll lead and he's looking forward to it even though there's a good chance his ass will be sore in the morning. His hole can take it, he knows it can. The stretch back there can just be intimidating sometimes when compared to his pussy which opens so easily for his daddy's cock.

He still wants it and his daddy gives it to him after some prep.

His daddy fucks his ass in a gentler motion compared to his pussy. Maybe he's just being nice to his son, considering Peter still needs to rest and getting him riled up would leave him grumpy in the morning.

He wrings out another orgasm from Peter, an easy feat considering his cock was insistently rubbing against that sweet spot. By then, Peter's exhausted and wrung dry.

His daddy isn't done but this time, the rocking of their bodies helps lull Peter back to sleep, along with the exhaustion. And if he wakes up an hour later, half aware and clinging desperately to sleep, he ignores the way his daddy is pressed against his back and the sticky wetness between his legs.

Peter needs his sleep cause he has class in the morning but his daddy needs his release.

It's just a normal night.

#starker #starkercest #omegaverse #alpha tony stark #omega peter parker #intersex omegas #nff #madstarker writes #moody mads #why wont tumblr let me put images together #😤#madstarker: the daily life of a stark heir

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forbiddenlands · 2 months ago

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KOMMANDO JAGHATAI und die SUCHE nach STANNEGIST – Teil V: Die SCHLACHT um STANNEGIST

Als wir unsere Tapferen Helden zum letzten Mal sahen, waren sie, im Bündnis mit DALB dem BARDEN, in die Tiefen von WEATHERSTONE vorgestoßen. Nachdem sie auf die ersten Mitglieder aus der Gruppe von ESKAR dem SCHATZSUCHER gestoßen waren, hatten sie die Barracken erreicht. Dort erwartete sie die SUPERSTARKE SKELETTARMEE, bereit zur Schlacht. Werden sie den Ansturm der KLAPPRIGEN HORDEN überstehen?

KOMMANDO JAGHATAI verschanzt sich auf der Treppe, hinter LOFARR DEM UNÜBERWINDLICHEN. Wellen um Wellen der schändlichen Skelette dringen auf sie ein, aber der sture Zwerg hält stand! Dann wirft sich auch noch IOLAS DER BERSERKER in die Schlacht, und die finstere Legion wird zurückgetrieben.

In der Zwischenzeit hat JAGHATAI MEISTERSPÄHER seltsame Geräusche in der Ebene über ihnen bemerkt – Waffengeklirr, Krachen, Bewegung. Als sich die Helden nähern, donnert ein weiteres Skelett an ihnen vorbei, geworfen von der Spitze des höchsten TURMS der Festung. Dort bietet sich der tapferen Truppe ein bizarrer Anblick: Weitere Skeletthorden drängen in die Kammern, wo sie gegen eine DÄMONISCHE MONSTROSITÄT mit Hämmern statt Händen fechten. Es drischt sie nieder, und fegt sie mit übermenschlicher Stärke von den Beinen.

Unsere moralisch hochanständigen Helden debattieren, auf welcher Seite sie hier stehen, und gerade will Iolas anfangen, den Dämon freundlich zu BELÜGEN, als er selbst von einem machtvollen Zauber aus den Tiefen des Turmes FORTGERISSEN wird, die Turmtreppe hinab. Das Kommando eilt zum Hort des Geschehens, und findet dort die SCHLACHT UM STANNEGIST.

In der höchsten Kammer des Turms fechtet ESKAR der SCHATZSUCHER, mit der AXT ROSTZAHN in der Hand gegen das untote Skelett von KÖNIG ALGOROD, welcher die KRONE STANNEGIST auf dem Schädel trägt. Eskars letzter Verbündeter ist geschlagen und weitere ELITESKELETTE drängen auf ihn ein. Unsere noch immer sehr ethischen Helden debattieren, ob sie den Konkurrenten ELENDIGLICH VERRECKEN lassen sollen, und sich dann die Krone schnappen, doch entscheiden sich dann dafür, ihm HILFREICH beim SKELETTSCHUBSEN zu helfen.

Aber gerade, als Algorods Helfer von Lofarr zuverlässig ZERSCHLAGEN worden waren, kommt AUS DEM NICHTS Eskars wirklich letzte Verbündete, eine ZAUBERMÄCHTIGE AKROBATEN-ASSASSININ, wie es sie im Süden wohl an jeder Ecke haben muss. Sie BESTEIGT Algorod, reisst ihm die Krone vom Haupt und macht sich daran, aus dem FENSTER zu ENTFLEUCHEN. Unser immer noch sehr moralisches, edles und anständiges Kommando WECHSELT spontan die SEITE, und ENTBEINT die Unbekannte, bis sie aufhört, zu zucken. Als die Helden die Krone Stannegist ergreifen, wechselt aber der König den Gegner, und drischt nun auf die Helden ein!

De Kampf eröffnet WILGRIM DER WILDE, der gleich mal wieder seinen ersten Zauber KOMPLETT VERSAUBEUTELT, und den König von ALLEN WUNDEN HEILT. Den Helden stünde jetzt noch die Option offen, noch einmal ihr FÄHNLEIN NACH DEM WIND zu drehen, aber diesmal ist ihre Gier stärker als ihre Unzuverlässigkeit. Iolas besonders, der die Krone gleich mal AUFSETZT. Sie gibt ihm die Macht, die Bewohner der Verbotenen Lande ein wenig besser zu manipulieren, RAUBT ihm aber dafür gleich mal das GEDÄCHTNIS, so dass auch er für den Kampf NUTZLOS wird. Er LÄUFT prompt WEG WIE EIN FEIGES HUHN, verfolgt vom König.

Jaghatai schießt auf alles Mögliche, nur nicht sein Ziel, aber Lofarr macht sich als einziger mal NÜTZLICH. Er VERDRISCHT Eskar, bis er RUHE GIBT, um sich die Axt ROSTZAHN zu schnappen, von der bekannt ist, dass der König mit ihr VERWUNDET werden kann. Leider ist der König SCHNELLER, aber das macht nichts, weil Lofarr ein Meister des ZWERG-FU ist, und ihm die Axt gleich wieder aus der Hand schlagen kann. In der Zwischenzeit hat Wilgrim Iolas EINGELULLT und hat den Amnesiker einigermaßen unter Kontrolle.

Nun entbrennt der Kampf ZWERG gegen SKELETTKÖNIG. Der schlägt ein wenig zu, verwendet aber vor allem seinen SCHREI DES SCHRECKENS, der den armen Zwerg in ein ZITTERNDES WRACK verwandelt. Wilgrim schafft zur Abwechslung tatsächlich mal einen Zauber, heilt Lofarr GERADE SO, und dieser kann den tobenden König endlich ERSCHLAGEN. Kaum, dass unsere Helden verschnaufen können, müssen sie aber zwei Dinge feststellen: Die geheimnisvolle Zauberassassinin ist VERSCHWUNDEN, und der Dämon – wohl ein ROSTBRUDER – hat die Burg ANGEZÜNDET.

Unsere Helden lassen sich vom Feuer aber nicht davon abhalten, noch schnell die Räume zu PLÜNDERN, und finden drei Stück Gold. Außerdem entscheiden sie sich dieses eine Mal dafür, jemandem aus freien Stücken zu HELFEN, und nehmen den arg verdroschenen, aber nicht toten Eskar mit auf ihrer FLUCHT aus Weatherstone. Sie folgen dem Weg der Assassinenmagierin, und rennen zum TRANSPORTKRAN am Ende der Festung. Nach ein paar kurzen REPARATURARBEITEN und einer langen Besprechung des ZIEGE-WOLF-DRUIDE-KRAN-RÄTSELS gelangen sie endlich aus der brennenden Burg, und zurück zu Dalb dem Barden.

Dort können sie verschnaufen, und Eskar ein wenig ausfragen. Offenbar wusste er nicht, dass sein Begleiter „Bruder FEREBALD“ ein RACHSÜCHTIGER ROSTBRUDER war, und auch über ONDRIJA die Mörderhexe kann er nicht viel sagen; nur, dass sie die Auftraggeberin war. Die Helden verifizieren, dass auch dieser Konkurrent ein INKOMPETENTER DÖDEL war, und versprechen, ihn noch ein wenig mitzunehmen.

Dalb der Barde hatte sie freundlich empfangen, aber Jaghatai schöpfte ein wenig Verdacht gegen den ZUTZELIGEN ZAUBERZAUSEL: Offenbar war Chono, der zum Barden zurück gegangen war, wie aus einer TRANCE erwacht – ein Hinweis auf DUBIOSE PLÄNE? Einstweilen ziehen sich die Helden von der Burg in die Wildnis zurück, um nächtliche MÖRDERASSASSINIERUNGEN von einbeinigen Todeshexen zu vermeiden.

Dennoch halten sie auch in ihrem eigenen Lager doppelte Wacht – auch, weil sie ihren Begleitern NICHT TRAUEN. Tatsächlich konfrontiert Lofarr Dalb während ihrer Schicht – dieser schien jemandem eine Art Signal zu geben! Dalb behauptet, den Helden ebenso zu misstrauen wie sie ihm, und sich eine Absicherung für den Notfall zu verschaffen – beide Seiten einigen sich schließlich auf einen WAFFENSTILLSTAND IN DER PARANOIA. Und tatsächlich verläuft die Nacht ohne nennenswerte Ereignisse.

Am nächsten Morgen dann verabschiedet sich Elkas gen Süden. Unsere Helden aber ziehen weiter, die GRÄBER der UNTOTEN MUTANTENMONSTERELFENENTS zu plündern – ein ganz normaler Tag eben.

Loot:

Rostzahn, die Axt: Skill +2, Damage +3, 1d8 Artifact die, 1d10 gegen Dämonen und Daimonoide

Stannegist, die Krone der Macht: 1d10 auf alle sozialen Würfe mit Bewohnern der Rabenlande, aber ein Fluch beim ersten Aufsetzen. Weitere Fähigkeiten mit den vier Kronjuwelen

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