A/n This is inspired by the thing Phil tweeted on Dan's Twitter and dedicated to someone who knows who they are.
~Story~
I woke up in my room, it was pitch black. I tried to get up, only to find out my hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed posts. I started to panic, squirming and pulling against the handcuffs. "Oh, good, you're awake," Phil said, walking over. "Ph-Phil? What's going on?" I asked, my breathing heavy. "Shh, relax Danny, it's okay, I won't hurt you," Phil said, gently Petting my hair. "Wh-what're you gonna do?" I asked. "You'll see," Phil said, opening the drawer of the bed side table and picking up something that I couldn't really see. Phil smiled and showed me a small bottle of honey, confusing me. He opened the cap of the bottle which made a small popping noise, then he gently pulled my shirt up to the bottom of he ribs. He wouldn't. Just as I thought that, phil lowered the bottle so it was about an inch or two above my tummy, then he started to draw a smiley face with the honey, then drawing little random swirly shapes, and finally making a big flower shape around my belly button. "Ph-Phil, don't, no," I begged, but he ignored me, leaning his head down and beginning to lick the sweet, golden coloured syrup off of my tummy, making me buck and squirm, laughing hysterically. It doesn't really surprise me that Phil would want to do this, he loved to tickle my tummy, and he loves honey, so this was perfect for him. Phil started to lick away the honey around my belly button, and I snorted as my laughter escalated. Once Phil had finished getting all of the honey off my tummy, he sat back up, and I sighed, thinking it was over. It wasn't. Phil opened the honey bottle again and poured honey straight into my belly button, and I started squirming a bit. "Ph-Phil, no, p-plea-" my begging was cut off by my own high pitched squeal as Phil swirled his tongue around in my belly button, making sure to get every last bit of the sweet honey. I was going insane, laughing, squirming, desperately trying to escape. Once all of the honey was gone, phil stopped and uncuffed me, allowing me to Curl into a ball, giggling. "You alright?" Phil asked, and I nodded.
Later on, I was changing into my pajamas when I noticed something dripping down my stomach, which I thought would be funny to tweet about. "How did honey get in my belly button?"
