#it really is a shame that crises are a bitch to go through and read and take a damn decent effort to learn and follow

[stealingyourbones]

Y’all really like OP Ghost King Danny and I’m a sucker for Kaiju like battles.

How would you think a fight between Danny and a Monitor end up? Bonus question: during Infinite Crisis on Infinite Earths, what would Danny’s part be in defeating the Anti-Monitor and how would he end up?

[livingvicariouslythroughphan]

I Miss You, Daddy.

  Summary: Phil has to go away for a few days. Dan misses him in his absence and sends Phil a video of him teasing himself. When Phil gets back home, he has a surprise in store for Dan. 

Author’s note: So @ninallthatjazz gave me the idea for this fic and I’ve had about 80 heart attacks because I love it so much tbh... There’s a link to a video in the fic, which is obviously nsfw fyi. Interactive porn adventure. We did that. (2k words ayyy) I know it’s been a while since I posted, sorry about that! I have like 40 crises a week and they aren’t always conductive to fic writing yaknow? 

Honestly, he just missed Phil. Thats how it’d all started anyway. Sweet texts in the middle of the night, a back and forth of “I love you”s and teasing comments, their usual banter tinged slightly with an air of comforting one another, they weren’t used to being apart, and it bothered them both more than they liked to admit. Now though, Dan was sitting cuddled into bed, wearing only thigh highs and a baggy sweater, ghosting his hand lightly over his cock in front of the phone camera that was nestled into a pile of blankets at his feet. The touches were feather light, he was playing into Phil’s preferences, knowing the older man liked to see him desperate and needy, cock straining and leaking, liked to watch it turn darker and darker the longer he left Dan without coming.

 He sent the video to Phil, captioned, “I miss you, Daddy. Can I come?” It didn’t take long for Phil to text him back, “You look so cute, Dan. Be a good boy and come for Daddy.” Dan whined at the permission and gripped his cock tighter, stroking himself quickly and biting his lip as he came over his fist. He picked up his phone again and snapped a picture of the mess on his hand and over his thighs and the tip of his cock, sending it to Phil with no caption.

 It took a few minutes for Phil to reply and when Dan’s phone buzzed he scooped it up excitedly and opened the text, blushing as he looked over the picture of Phil’s flat stomach splattered with cum and read, “Wish you were here to clean up.” Dan rolled his eyes at the obvious meaning behind the words but he couldn’t deny the way his softening cock twitched weakly at the thought. Their texts returned to a more innocent tone, and Dan fell asleep cuddled into Phil’s pillow, clutching his phone.

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 Two days later, Dan was sat impatiently in the lounge waiting for Phil to get home. He’d tried to keep himself busy but he was bored and tired of being alone and kept glancing at the clock, watching as it slowly counted forward, and getting more and more antsy the closer it got to when Phil said he’d be there.

 Finally, he heard the metallic clinking of the doorknob and he rushed to the front door, stopping in time to calm himself and blush at how ridiculous he knew he was being. He snickered as he heard Phil drop his keys and unlocked the door himself, opening it and staring down at Phil as he picked them off the floor.

 Phil looked up surprise when he heard the door open, and he straightened back up, grinning and raising an eyebrow at Dan, asking, “Were you waiting by the door?” Dan blushed even darker and dropped his gaze, “Kinda,” he murmured, “I really missed you.” “Aww, Dan. I missed you too. I don’t like going away without you.”, Phil admitted, carrying his bag through the doorway and promptly dropping in favor of pulling Dan into his arms, hugging him tightly.

 Dan smiled against Phil’s neck, relaxing into the hug as Phil ran his hands over Dan’s back and gently swayed them. He had missed their routines and would be glad for life to go back to normal.

  And it did. For a whole week they carried on normally. They watched too much tv, ate, slept, had sex, did live shows, made videos, normal life stuff. And, while Dan had forgotten all about the video he sent Phil 10 days ago, Phil definitely hadn’t. No, it was in the forefront of his mind this particular night, and for good reason.

 Dan glanced up from his blanket nest as Phil entered the lounge, eyes widening at the smug smirk on his face, “What’s with you?”, he asked, watching as Phil’s smirk grew even bigger and he walked until he was stood in front of Dan and held a hand out to him. “Do you wanna be a good boy for me?”, he asked, and Dan’s stomach fluttered, he’d never been able to resist this side of Phil and now was no exception. Dan nodded, even as his cheeks grew flushed and he took hold of the hand Phil offered and let the man pull him up off the couch, following submissively as he led them to the bedroom.

 Phil led him to the foot of the bed before dropping his hand and stepping back, instructing him, “Strip.” Dan bit his lip, aroused by the wave of humiliation the order caused. Phil watched as he obediently undressed, eyes roving possessively over his body. “Kneel on the bed for me, ok? Good boy,” Phil praised as Dan got into position.

 Dan’s cock was hardening against his thigh as he knelt there, and when Phil sat behind him and pulled him back into his chest, a warm hand coming around to stoke his length, Dan gasped, having expected more instructions and teasing before things got to this stage. Phil’s hand was slick, and faintly, Dan wondered when he’d had time to get lube before the thought was lost in the onslaught of pleasure. “Daddy…”, he whined, moving his head to the side to further accommodate the kisses that his boyfriend was trailing over his jaw.

 “That feel good?”, Phil asked needlessly, smiling fondly when Dan nodded and brought his hand up to grip Phil’s arm around his waist. He kept a steady pace around Dan’s cock until he was fully hard, bucking up into his touch and whining, then he pulled his hand away, squeezing Dan’s inner thighs and coming up to graze softly over his lower stomach and chest. “Unhh- Daddy! Please… touch me,” he whimpered pathetically, squirming in Phil’s grip. “Ok,” Phil said simply, and Dan’s brow furrowed in frustration when the older man returned his hand to Dan's length but kept the touches light, not giving him enough friction to come, but just enough to slowly build him up, a few minutes of light stroking followed by mere seconds of rubbing over his tip.

 Dan moaned and whined and writhed but otherwise kept quiet and obedient, knowing begging would do nothing to sway Phil from keeping Dan on the edge for as long as he liked. “You’re doing so well, baby boy. Are you close?”, Phil asked. Dan nodded and whimpered “Yeah, Daddy… Wanna come…please?”

 Phil smirked, “Hmm, I don’t think I’ll let you just yet, I have a bit of a surprise for you.” Dan perked up at the prospect of a surprise and he watched, eagerly at first, and then confusedly, as Phil grabbed his laptop from their bedside table. “What are you-,” Dan started before getting interrupted by Phil, “Shh, baby, be patient.” Dan pouted but fell silent, and Phil turned his laptop on, going straight to tumblr. As he logged in, Dan recognized the email that Phil used for private accounts and he wondered what Phil could possibly have to show him on his private tumblr. He didn’t have to wonder long, because soon Phil clicked to a video and he gasped when he realized what it was of. 

  It was him. Sprawled out on Phil’s bed, fisting teasingly over his cock. It was the video he’d sent Phil while he was away. He looked back at Phil with shock in his eyes and the man snickered, nodding his head forward and gesturing for Dan to watch. Dan obediently turned his head back toward the screen, shivering when Phil leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I posted your video, Dan. Look how many notes it has, all those people know what a whore you are for me.”

 Phil grabbed the lube from the bedside table and poured more over his fingers before nudging Dan’s legs further apart, he rubbed tantalizingly over the boy’s rim for a moment and then gently guided a finger in. Dan’s eyes were fixed on the screen, and he whimpered and arched as Phil’s finger entered him. Phil stretched him like that, stopping every little bit to stroke Dan’s leaking cock until he was writhing, desperate for Phil to fuck him.

 “Off my lap, cock sucker. Hands and knees,” Phil ordered, pushing Dan forward. Dan scrambled into position and arched his back, hiding his face in the duvet. Phil gripped his hip and guided his length into Dan’s hole. “Unh- Daddy! Fuck me!”, Dan whined, pushing back into Phil’s hips. “Don’t tell me what to do, Dan. You really won’t like the outcome.”

 “‘m sorry, Daddy, please!”, Dan begged, gasping when Phil yanked his head up by the hair, giving one hard thrust and leaning down to talk in his ear. The video was playing on loop in front of him, and Phil’s hand in his hair kept him from looking away. “Look at yourself, Dan. Think how many people have seen that. Some of our viewers have probably seen it. And now they all know what a fuck toy you are. They’ve all seen the way your tiny little cock turns purple and leaks when you tease yourself for Daddy. They know that you’re such an obedient bitch that you won’t come until I allow it,” Phil spat.

 Dan moaned loudly at the humiliation, grinding back into Phil, wiggling his hips. “Tell me you’re my whore, Dan,” Phil snickered, pulling back to start thrusting. “I’m your whore, Daddy…”, Dan mewled, his voice breaking when Phil started pounding into him. “Good boy,” Phil spoke, tightening his grip in Dan’s hair, smirking at the way Dan’s eyes were glued to the screen, watching himself.

 Phil was fucking into him quickly now, grazing his prostate with every thrust, and Dan’s cock hung between his legs, bobbing with every slam of Phil’s hips into his ass, it was twitching and leaking and Dan moved one hand down to stroke himself. Phil let him for a minute before yanking Dan's hand away and holding his arm behind his back, “That’s enough of that, I think,” he said, moving his other hand from Dan’s hair down to his ass, giving him a harsh spank.

 “Mm- fuck! Daddy!”, Dan yelped desperately, close to coming from the rough treatment and Phil’s earlier shaming. “I’m gonna come, please.. Please, Can I come?”, he pleaded, voice whiny and wrecked. “Go ahead.”, Phil fucked him harder, grunting as Dan clenched around him and came after a few more thrusts, moaning loudly and jerking in Phil’s grip. Dan panted as he came down, and when Phil’s movements became too much for him he whined, leaning away from the man. Phil pulled him back, saying, “Take it, Dan. You asked for my cock, for me to fuck you. So take it. Be a good boy.”

 “Hurts though…”, Dan whimpered, jumping as Phil spanked him. “Well then you better hope I come soon.”, Phil sneered, nodding in approval when Dan got the message and arched his back, meeting his thrusts. “Good boy,” he panted, close to coming. Dan brought one hand back and held himself open, gazing over his shoulder with a look so submissive and awestruck that Phil groaned, his hips stuttering as he came in Dan’s waiting hole. “Fuck, Dan…”, he ground out, thrusting through his orgasm before gently pulling out, watching lustfully as cum ran down Dan’s inner thigh.

 “Here, baby, sit up, ok?”, He urged, closing his laptop and moving it to the side. Dan did as he was told and Phil pulled him into his lap, praising him, “Good boy, Dan. My sweet little boy.” He rubbed Dan’s back, smiling at the way Dan nuzzled his neck, “Do you want a shower?” Dan shook his head, murmuring, “No, I wanna nap, Daddy.” Phil huffed out a laugh, reasoning with him, “But we’re both a little dirty. Let’s go get clean and then we can take a nap, ok?”

 Dan made a small noise of protest but nodded, pouting as Phil guided him off his lap and into a standing position before standing himself and leading them into the bathroom. Dan leaned against Phil as the older man fiddled with the tap, he kissed Phil’s shoulder and spoke quietly, almost too low to hear over the white noise of the shower, “Love you.” Phil smiled and wrapped his arm around Dan’s waist, “I love you too, Dan."