#i feel kinda bad for having Danny take the spot of 'first partner' from Dick. But that was part of the reason i was inspired to make this a

[starry-bi-sky]

tales of the passerine - danny fenton being bruce wayne's first kid

okay okay. so this is like a continuation/elaboration of my oneshot/prompt i wrote about the idea that Danny was the first batkid. We have a lot of aus where he joins the family after the rest of the bats do, right? So hey! Lets shake things up a bit. Danny is the first to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Danny's parents and unfortunately Jazz die shortly after the events of TUE -- how so? I was gonna say an ecto-filter explosion, that would call back to the TUE explosion and trauma behind that. But lets do something new! Carbon-monoxide poisoning.

It's not too unexpected for something to break in the Fenton house, especially with the Fenton parents' questionable understanding of proper weapon handling and lab safety. The water heater broke from a stray shot by one of the weapons, and was promptly MacGyver'd incorrectly. Danny went to stay with Tucker for a guys' night, and came back to a dead silent house.

(Danny's neighbors got a very unfortunate shock when he ran to the next house over in hysterics.)

There was a lot of shuffling around with CPS, the police. People had to be called in to handle the equipment in the lab, and the GIW was rumoring to show up in aid to clearing the scene. When Danny heard of that, he immediately went and dismantled the ghost portal to the best of his abilities. He burned the physical blueprints of all his parents' inventions, their blueprints on the ghost portal, and their most dangerous weapons were destroyed beyond recognition. Anything to prevent the GIW from getting their hands on his parents' tech.

It opened up another investigation, but he was not under the list of suspects. He was placed in the care of Vlad Masters, where they then went back to the rebuilt castle mansion in Wisconsin. Danny, terrified of the future that has once passed and may do so again, shuts down in his grief. Inadvertently, he ends up somewhat repressing his ghost half. Something Vlad, who is grieving Madeline but relishing in Jack's demise and his custody of Daniel, is not very happy with.

Vlad's... gone into a bit of a mental health spiral. He's becoming increasingly possessive over Daniel, the final remnants of his friends and a liminal being like him. He doesn't like that Danny's repressing his ghost half -- both out of genuine concern as a ghost, but also because of his desire to control Danny and groom him into the perfect son. If you ever had a phase where you read Dark SBI found family fics, first off; me too bro, and second off; those are the vibes I'm thinking of.

Danny's mentally shut down from grief! And fear. He's dropped into a bad depressive state -- paralyzed with grief and the terror of the inevitable. Clockwork saved his parents because he believes in second chances, but what's the point of that when his family ended up dead anyways? Danny doesn't wanna believe that he's destined to become evil, and he's holding out onto that hope, but it's a thin line, and he feels utterly hopeless and trapped. He hasn't used his powers or ghost form since he trashed the lab, and Vlad has alarms set up to prevent him from trying to escape.

He's also unintentionally cut off Sam and Tucker -- both of whom are so scared and concerned for Danny too, and are trying their damndest to reach out to him. He keeps ignoring their texts. Danny basically haunts Vlad's manor. He goes out to eat if he has to, attends parties Vlad drags him to, and stays in his room all day if he can.

At parties, Vlad doesn't allow Danny to leave his side, or really talk to anyone -- not that Danny wants to. A product of Vlad's increasing possessiveness. Well, he almost doesn't let Danny leave his side. Danny has a habit of slipping off to hide somewhere for the parties whenever he can, and Vlad reluctantly allows it so long as he stays alone.

This becomes an advantage when eventually, Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after missing for years, and holds a bright charity ball to celebrate the return. Vlad has been chomping at the bits to get his hands on Wayne Industries, and with the return of its owner there is no better opportunity to wipe out his rival. He goes, and he as normal, brings Daniel with him.

Vlad thinks Wayne will bleed his little heart out for Daniel's poor orphan sob story -- he's a fellow orphan himself, after all. He's not wrong; Wayne's little heart will bleed, just not in the way that benefits him.

Bruce sees Vlad and Danny approaching before they're even close enough to introduce themselves - and like with many of the children he will soon come to care for, it's like someone set a mirror into the past right in front of him.

Danny Fenton's suit is tailor-made for him, and despite the fact that it's his perfect size, the sag in his shoulders, the ducked down head, and the way he hunches into himself all pictures the image of a child in shoes too big for him. There's a far away, glazed over look in his eyes and grief marble-cut into the lines of his face. There's not enough makeup in the world that will hide the dark circles under his eyes.

("My nephew, Daniel Fenton." Vlad's hands are possessive on Danny's shoulders. Bruce immediately notices the way the boy tenses under his touch. "His parents passed recently, and as his godfather I was designated his guardian.") ("I'm so sorry, the loss must've been terrible.") ("Yes, carbon-monoxide poisoning caused it. Daniel was out with friends, when he came home... they had already passed.") (Bruce immediately dislikes that Vlad shared the details of their death unprompted -- he likes it even less when Danny flinches at the reminder and hunches into himself.)

Danny runs off at some point earlier into the charity. At this point, parties are still being held at Wayne Manor (because iirc google search mentioned that was a thing at first before it was changed), so he disappears and hides in one of the empty rooms nearby. It just so happens to be the same room Bruce Wayne hides in when he needs a break from all of the socialization.

Thus begins a long, long process of trust. Bruce can't reveal his hand as being smarter than he looks, but he can be compassionate. Kindness needs no measure of intelligence. He keeps Danny company for as long as he can before he runs the risk of being found.

Rinse and repeat. Vlad insistently wants Wayne Industries, and he'll go to as many Wayne parties as he can to get his hooks into the man. The problem is that Bruce Wayne is never alone, and getting him alone is impossible. Finding him too. It's like the man never stops moving. Always talking to someone, always circling somewhere. He orbits around the room as if he isn't the sun of the Gotham Elite's solar system.

Danny's had such repetitive behavior that Vlad never thinks to believe that Bruce Wayne is disappearing to go talk to him. That "Vlad's" son is even interacting with him at all. Danny never gives him a reason to think so, and neither does Bruce.

Danny doesn't actually acknowledge Bruce until a handful of parties in, where he hands Bruce a small slip of paper he smuggled in that says; "don't trust Vlad". Danny's face stays carefully blank, but he's so tense that his hands are trembling, and he's purposely looking away from him. Bruce plasters a smile onto his face, slips the paper into his pocket, and tells him "okay".

(he's been busy with his own goals with the mafia, but he sets aside time to investigate Vlad Masters. He was holding off. Until now.)

Danny does eventually start speaking to Bruce, he's starting to really like the guy. He's starting to see a little hope, even as Vlad is starting to get more and more agitated with him the more he refuses to use his powers.

He reaches out to Sam and Tucker again, and starts trying to reconnect with them. Vlad has spyware on his phone, and he limits the amount of times he can talk to them. A weird parental control lock of some sort that leaves a time limit on how long he can talk to them for. 30 minutes. Danny doesn't tell them anything about Mr. Wayne.

Danny, slowly, wants out of here, and he's slowly gathering the motivation to do it. Vlad is genuinely scaring him -- and Danny wonders just how truthful the past-future Vlad was when he told him that Danny wanted his ghost half separate. He starts trying to come up with an escape plan.

Vlad has anti-ghost wards everywhere around the mansion, and while they're always on, they boost to full power at sunset. The doors and windows are always locked, all main exits have alarms set on them. The only reason it's not super extensive is because Danny hasn't tried leaving at all yet, so Vlad hasn't had to tighten anything.

At night, Vlad locks the door to his room and puts up an anti-ghost ward around the room. The mansion is on the outside westward side of Madison, more entrenched in rural Wisconsin. The closest town is a four-way stop sign with one house on three corners, and an open bar on the fourth. Not much to go.

He refuses to go to Sam and Tucker; Vlad would look there first. It's too dangerous. Vlad would sound alarm bells and have a manhunt looking for him, Danny can't risk going just anywhere. Too much risk of being found, sold out, or caught. There's really nowhere for him to hide.

Until there is. Bruce is telling Danny about the history of Wayne Manor, and says, as casually as saying the weather; "The manor has dozens of empty rooms, I'm sure Alfred wouldn't mind filling another one if he could." And quietly, hesitantly, Bruce places a careful hand on Danny's shoulder, unrestrictive and gentle; "He wouldn't mind getting one ready for you if you need one."

And there it is. There's his out.

Danny, just as quietly, replies; "I'll keep that in mind."

The ball starts rolling.

Now I've been trying to summarize this au as much as possible for length convenience, but Vlad has been steadily growing more and more controlling. More emotionally manipulative. More agitated at Danny for not using his powers.

He wants Wayne Industries under his thumb but he's been steadily growing more and more concerned with Danny. He's started grabbing him, yanking him around, shaking him; trying to goad him into using his powers. He gets angry when Danny doesn't react, or tells him he doesn't want to use his powers. He hasn't outright attacked him, but he's getting there. This has been happening over the time it takes for Bruce to indirectly offer Danny sanctuary at his home.

It all comes to a head when Vlad stops going to parties at all -- something Danny has to pretend he isn't upset about -- because Vlad doesn't want him around other people anymore. Vlad rarely goes now without him, and only leaves to go to a Wayne function or to handle something at VladCo.

Danny can't wait for Vlad to leave long enough to escape. So he leaves during the night of a big storm. Vlad's locked him in his room, but Danny doesn't bother trying to go for it; he goes to the alarmed window instead. Danny's been repressing his ghost half so long that he can't access his powers immediately anymore -- he can feel it, he knows its there, but he can't quite reach it.

He breaks the lock by hand.

Immediately the alarm goes off through the entire castle, filling the room with red, and he scrambles for the rope the Wisconsin Ghost left for him a few months back. Danny's already out and climbing down the side of the castle before Vlad even reaches his door -- the only good thing about the entire room being ghost-proof is that Vlad can't get in that way.

The rope ends before it reaches the bottom, and he's still twenty feet in the air. It won't kill him if he lands it right. Danny takes his chances, and drops. He breaks his ankle, but he survives.

And he fucking books it to the back garden. He hears Vlad shrieking over the thunder and rain.

I'll save the full experience for a future oneshot, but Danny makes it out into the nearby woods and forcibly experiences what it's like to be in a horror game, trying to hide from the thing that's hunting you. There's only one thing going through his mind; "i'm going to die"

I have this mental image for this scene. Very stereotypical horror imo. Where Danny is hiding behind a tree, with a hand over his mouth, and Vlad is a few feet away from him, glowing ominously red through the trees, trying to search for him.

Danny doesn't get away from this unscathed, but he does get away alive. That's all he could ask for. He gets away by getting his ghost half awakened long enough to transform into Phantom and fly to Gotham.

But he gets to Wayne Manor, he gets to Bruce. Or, at least, Alfred answers the door from his insistent pounding. Danny's just in tears and Alfred gets him in the living room, wrapped in a towel, with ice on his swollen leg before he has to step out and alert Bruce.

Bruce already breaks multiple traffic laws on a nightly basis. And that's just with the sheer existence of the batmobile itself, not including the speeding and military artillery attached. He breaks double the amount trying to speed back to the cave and get out of the suit.

Right off the bat: Bruce will know, at least before Dick enters the picture, about danny's powers. He'll figure out something considering the fact that Danny traveled from Wisconsin to New York in a single night. That'll be a bit of complicated affair, but I've already got something in mind.

Actually it'll probably be very soon after Danny joins the family, because Bruce tries to offer to fight for custody for Danny - the state Danny was in at arrival is clear enough evidence for a trial. But Danny immediately shuts it down, says it's not going to work and then Vlad will know Danny's with him and he won't be safe. He tells him that Vlad cannot know Danny was with Bruce.

Danny's biggest regret was not telling his parents he was a halfa, and while he doesn't want to tell mister wayne (yet), he does tell him about Vlad being one. He needs to know why Danny can't be seen with Bruce. So he tells him, and Danny's current plan is to just hide out from Vlad until he turns 18. That way, he has no more legal jurisdiction over him. After that? He's not sure.

And to wrap this up, since this has already gotten very long and I can make more posts about this au later; I've thought about it, and I'm going to say that Danny does become a vigilante before Dick enters the scene. He goes by, as you probably guessed; Nightingale. "Gale" for short.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #tales of the passerine au #i dont want to overemphasize how much vlad sucks but also i dont want to downplay it. but also i didn't wanna make this post too long #i didn't emphasize enough on vlad's possessiveness but i wanted to make this post as general enough as possible for the au. #for some more wiggle room in the future if i make more posts about this au. #the consequences for Danny repressing himself was not a concern i was focused on for the post but i am thinking about it and mulling it ove #i'll be blunt my main specific reason for why this occurs shortly after tue is bc it means dani doesn't exist yet and it means i dont have #to include her in the continuation of this au. i love that girl but she's a dead weight. i dont wanna come up with an elaborate reason as #to why she's not in the picture when i can just say 'she never created in the first place' instead. i don't have anything for her to do #I don't want to risk giving her a poor plot line just so that she exists in au. #sometimes i really hate just how long my posts get. i feel like it kills my engagement. but i also don't want to make posts that have #a part 1 and part 2 just because I think it got too long. #i feel kinda bad for having Danny take the spot of 'first partner' from Dick. But that was part of the reason i was inspired to make this a #i've already got the skeleton of a reasoning for danny becoming a vigilante being made in my head. #He can't go by Phantom since that risks drawing Vlad's attention -- a new vigilante showing up in Gotham. a place the visited frequently #who goes by the name Phantom? He'd be on that faster than chickens on meat. and nightingale has familial meaning behind it due to being #part of an ancestral name. it follows robin's theme of using it to honor his parents while still having its own unique enough lore to stand #on its own without feeling like a cheap copy. plus the bonus meta reason that it follows the bird theme. which personally is vital to me #my other alternative to Nightingale is Sparrow. mostly because it has good phonetic structure for a hero name. not too many syllables #a good balance of consonants and vowels. dont want a hero name with too many syllables or unbalanced consonants. or worse; both. #my reasonings is that hero names should be easy for a civ or teammate to yell while still being understood. max amount of syllables before #it threatens to become too wordy is 3. If it goes over 3 it should have a balanced consonant-vowel ratio. Wonder Woman is a good example #some things got cut here that were in the initial oneshot. like danny giving bruce his physical ghost core and showing up bloody. #the first son au

[og-danny-dorito]

Michael Myers NSFW Headcanons For All My Thirsty Followers And Fellow Fans Out There

N S F W:

- for starters, most view him as very dominant, and I have no qualms on that claim BUT he may be a switch, just sayin

- likes people he can hold or pick up (which is basically anyone since he's stronk) but likes people with some chonq on em too. he likes to be able to have you sit on his face while he can group your thighs and ass

- what are body type preferences

- ANYWAY

- if he wants to fuck you he will, mostly abandoning you any sort of remorse for your pain unless he cares about you enough to be considerate. that being said, he's quite literally an animal in bed

- seriously, you won't be walking for a good few days by the time he’s done with you, which may very well last for hours on end if he's feeling particularly up for the challenge. his libido his through the roof, mostly because he didn't have much sexual contact back in the asylum besides by himself. so once he actually feels what it's like to be that close to you, he'll be 10x more demanding than he already was so he can get as much contact as he can whenever he wants

- since he's like a big dom with technically no limit to how long he can fuck you,  this means that he's into making you feel pain in whatever form you won't outright reject. orgasm denial, knifeplay, and bondage are his top three, along with just straight up marking. he likes to make other stuff know you're his

- young Michael? maybe definitely into daddy kink. I mean anything that gives him authority over you makes him rock solid, especially when you look up like you’re begging and call him ‘sir’ or ‘mr. myers’. he likes a submissive partner, one who is afraid to make noise in the bedroom or disobey his orders

- it may sound risqué and kindof out there, but he also SUPER loves it when you try to be quiet when he says fucking you senseless. it gives him the opportunity to growl at you and force the hand holding your mouth shut above your head, making you scream louder as punishment by slamming into you so roughly you feel your whole body jerk

- he's kinda loud, too, although he doesn't really speak much still. he ends up just growling and grunting a lot, his voice hoarse due to not speaking much. your name on his lips comes out as he releases, sounding gruff and strained through clenched teeth as his eyes screw shut and his muscles tense

- he likes a loud partner a whole lot, and ANOTHER one of his kinks are his name being said when he does something to make you feel good

- I know he has a lot of kinks (he doesn't rlly know the professional names for them though lmao so like it's kinda hard to explain that you would like to tie someone up and they're just like ‘what tf do you mean you mean bondage???’)

- this can apply for a lot of things, but mostly when you say his name like that. you know, like that, when you feel you're about to loose your mind just from touching him, and your voice comes out in a way that's almost begging him to give you more. yeah, you know what I mean 

- like I stated in my previous Headcanons (https://og-danny-dorito.tumblr.com/post/187229492675/some-really-bad-michael-myers-headcanons-mainly if you don't know what the hell im talking about :P) he doesn't really have a sexual preference, it's just the person he's attracted to. so yeah he's down to clown with a guy, just if you ARE a dude don't expect him to give you a lot of attention doesn't below the belt. he won't touch you while he's ramming into you, and will grab your wrists if you try to touch yourself while he’s giving it to you. he's much rather watch you come just by his doing, so you aren't allowed to touch yourself unless he says so and he's watching you from the sidelines

- I headcanon that because of personal reasons he prefers males over females, but isn't completely inclined to either at all. it's really just that most males kindof tend to be able to hold out more and in his own mind it's like breaking down their dignity if they're particularly cocky. but this can be the same for females, he just prefers headstrong people who aren't afraid to take him on tbh

- a person who has trouble going down is just right for him, considering he likes the challenge of bringing them to mercy. he does like people who are automatically submissive though too, so don't worry if you're down to succumb to him the moment he demands you suck him off or try and get yourself off without him doing anything

- he just likes people who can hold their own in the world outside of the bedroom mostly. people who are submissive to the point where they just straight up deal with anything they're given (even if it's just some asshole demanding something) takes away part of the fun of being able to see that special side of them that only he gets to have. he's already pent up from seeing you straight up obliterate someone verbally, putting them in their place

- and as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he kindof wants to be put in his place too. just a little

- I know, so weird to have a secret switch Michael right??? well fret not, because it'll take all the force in the world to get him at your mercy. first of all he needs to obey you, which already makes him feel humiliated enough to be angry, and needs for him to have ultimate and willing trust to you. once you've got him in a situation he won't be able to get out of, he's a very angry and resistant sub, so punishing him will get you a long way if you want to get him to obey

- don't forget to reward him though, or else he'll be left angry and bitter with barely a word to say to you or a glance in your direction for weeks 

- he's mostly a dom though, it's only when he's feeling particularly needy that it'll soon dissolve into a need to be dominated. pull his hair, tell him that he's gorgeous like this while you're stroking him slow and painfully as he's tied down  to the point of not being able to move, or just really tell him firmly to undress while you stand there with your arms crossed and he's pretty excited. he has limits though, so don't just straight up spit in his face or he'll literally bash your skull in

- when he has gotten his full of pleasure for that session, he's basically already asleep by the time he rolls over. he wants to be taken care of, but he may not be so gracious as to do the same to you if he feels like he just doesn't want to. once again, you just serving him makes him pretty riled up, so if you do decide to clean the fluids of his - ehem - member, then you might just get pounded once again. but he's down to fall asleep in spot and just clean up in the morning

- he likes to take baths afterwards, wash your hair and such while you trace circles on his leg or smthn. yknow that romantic shit he never wants to admit he likes but doesn't stop you when you actually initiate it, like a damn kid. he's a handful I swear

- all in all he doesn't need really just want to fuck someone. it never leaves him satisfied, never fully content. he needs you to love him enough to trust him with yourself, enjoy what abuse he might provide or what sort of requests he may have. he loves you a lot, and if you want to suck his dick then he's down, but it means a lot more to him than just sucking his dick. it's trust, love, and dedication that'll be sure to leave him satisfied once he's done, holding you in his arms while you breathe shallowly on his chest

#halloween #halloween film #halloween films #halloween headcanon #halloween headcanons #smut headcanons #smut headcanon #michael myers headcanon #michael myers headcanons #michael myers #michael myers smut #michael myers smut headcanons #not sfw #i need jesus #i need to stop #i refuse to stop #slasher headcanons #slasher smut #slashers #slasher imagines #slasher imagine #young Michael myers #im 👀👀👀 #smut #smutty #lemon #classic films #classic horror movies #horror #horror movies

[arinhanson-yousay]

Experiments

Hall Pass ch2- Thomas and Arin both suggest trying new things

"You mean like… A three-way?" Danny asked looking up at Thomas bashfully through his lashes. 

"No, not unless you maybe wanted to. I have to say it might take me more time to warm up to that idea, but that's not what I'm proposing to you." Thomas sat beside his husband and patted his back with a smile that painted sureness onto him. "It makes sense you'd have these feelings, you have no need to be ashamed of them. You did everything right, coming to talk to me instead of, you know, something more rash?" He shrugs and sighs, grappling with his own feelings and what he truly thought to be the best choice for his and Danny's marriage.

"Thank you, babe. Thank you for understanding, but you don't have to be SO understanding." Danny chuckles and sits with his elbow on his knees and head hung down as he took a deep breath. "You don't have to tell me to go have sex with my best friend cause I got some confusing feelings. It was probably just from being apart for so long and everything feels so… So strong…" his voice trails out as he thinks about his last recording session with Arin. He was so flirty and bubbly, it took everything in Danny not kiss him like he'd been asking. Not to mention the siren song of his warm and plush snuggles against his sturdy build. "Really strong."

Thomas could see how far off his lover's eyes were when he started to think of the other man, and though part of him was hurt, a strong part of him found it incredibly cute. He chuckled and he leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I can see that, and it's exactly why you should give it a try. A hall pass! That's the word, right? You go out to the hall and meet your friend for hijinx! Or you get a quenching drink of water, who knows!? What's for sure is that you respected the rules and when you come back to class you'll be so much more prepared to focus and settle down." Thomas was pretty proud of himself for that one. He could picture his side's high fiving over the success of this joint collab metaphor. 

"Thomas, what if I get in too deep? What if I can't just sleep these off? I could hurt all three of us! I can't risk that." He shook his head and stood up, looking down at Thomas who still sat on the bed, frowning up at him. "I sat beside Arin for like six years and it's been fine. It will be fine again!"

"You're afraid you'll get lost out the hallway, huh?"

"Yeah, you could put it that way."

"Is that scarier than sitting in here with me, bouncing your leg, watching the clock, dreading how slow time seems to pass?" Thomas stood to lay a hand on Danny's back when he turned away from him.

"That's not what it's like, I promise that's not what being with you is like.' Danny sighed with his arms crossed and head hung. "But I get it. I get it and I'll… I'll try it." Danny sighs as Thomas claps softly and lets out a soft sound of celebrating.

"Yaaay! You'll see Danny, this is a normal and healthy human behavior… in some cases! Not everyone is monogamous, you just have a polyamorous heart and we'll figure it out together." 

"Holy shit Thomas, who did I blow in my last life to deserve someone like you?" They both laughed even as Danny tried to take it back for being too crude while Thomas was being so sweet. "Wait so, polly… what do you mean by it? I think I heard that before."

~~~~~~~~~~

Arin watched Danny as he crawled into his bed with him. In his pajama pants and vintage rock and roll t-shirt, he was in his prime. They have napped together before, but out of pure exhaustion. When Danny used to sleep over his house it was always on the couch or a guest room. That's just the way it was. Back then when Arin offered him a spot next to him in bed he would always giggle and hug him goodnight, but now he was sitting across from him with the intent of deliberate snuggles. It made Arin's heart race and that was just the tip of the iceberg of their plans. 

"I gotta say Arin, I've been on dates where I kinda know we're gonna get nasty at the end of the night, but this is straight silly in concept. I like it in execution though. I got to look forward to it all day." He says smiling at him with a sweetly tilted head. His legs were crisscrossed and his hands perch on his ankles and he rocked a bit. Damn, he was just the cutest. 

"I just thought, ya know, why beat around the bush? Let's find out what we like, together. No semantics. N-no coyness. Just communication and- and-!"

"Experimentation," Danny said far more sexually than anyone had business to. He bit his lip and all as he ran his hand over, but not through, his hair. 

"Ew, what the fuck man?" Arin laughed and tossed a pillow at him. 

"Is there any more weirdly sexy word than… experimentation?" He asked in a moan after getting up onto his knees, straddling nothing and feeling on his chest over his shirt. 

"Stop it! Oh my god!" Arin was cackling, but also appreciating how Danny posed. "This is, and I hate to admit it after what you just did, a good place to start." 

"Here?" Danny said laying both his hands over his chest, right on the nips. "Yes, a very good place to start." 

"No! I mean like… this." Arin takes both of Danny's hands and puts them more into his hair. "You look like a rockstar and its really hot." Arin admits with his cheeks pinkening but he wasn't about to be bashful with Danny. "I don't know how to explain it…" 

"Is it like a fantasy?"

"Maybe? Go on."

"Oh, uh- Like you like the idea of being a groupie or something? I get off stage and you're waiting backstage, we fuck like bunnies after my set?" Danny explained look Arin right in the eyes at first looking off and chuckling a bit. "I kinda feel like if I was into that it be super douchey, so like maybe-"

"No, it doesn't! Dude these are sexual fantasies! Have fun! Be a rock star that slays pussy every night!" Arin was avid about this while Danny was cracking up and losing his breath laughing as he went on. "Fucking imagine eveyone creaming their pants for you and picking out your favorites from the crowd to suck your dick backstage later if you want! Except it's me and I'm willing to do way more than suck you off and you don't even have to be worried about knocking me up." Danny was still laughing at how Arin worded it all be he nodded to try and show it resonated with him. 

"Okay okay, yeah! Does that sound good to you? We could try roleplay sometime?" He asked wiping a tear from his eye followed by a deep breath. 

"Yes!"

"Awesome, Daddy is into it!"

There was a long silence after that in which they both looked at each other from opposite sides of the elephant in the room. Arin thought it through if he really had it in him to be submissive and call Danny something so memed while they were trying to nut. Danny tried to figure out if each time he called himself Daddy had made Arin turned on or that he could handle seeing his partner in such an innocent state and find it sexy. 

"Okay so hear me out." Arin is the first to speak.

"Fuck!"

"No wait! I absolutely am not into the Daddy kink!"

"Thank God me neither!"

"However!"

"Oh gee."

"You calling yourself Daddy… it's not absolutely awful?" They both curiously tilted their heads and hummed quizzically at the thought. "I think it's the confidence, not the word itself."

"Noted. You're a bottom."

"That doesn't mean I'm a bottom!"

"Dude it's fine, I'm a top." Danny smirked at him and moved a bit closer. "Nothing wrong with being a bottom. Daddy always needs a baby girl, right?" He said teasing and even snickered at the end but Arin was crimson. "Wait…" 

"We're moving on!"

There was a lot of back and forth conversation, sharing little ideas of almost forgotten fantasies from over the years. Some more times devolving into jokes or even telling stories of past partners. Slowly they started to realize they were not doing what they set out to. Haven't they had these conversations before? Maybe they knew a few more things in a new light, but they kept storing things for the future without trying any now like they planned to. We're they… stalling?

Why would they do something like that? They both wondered it even as they continued to talk, even as they continued to put off getting closer, being more intimate. Arin realized it right before Danny started to, and the conversation slowly halted. Kissing was one thing. You can do it as a joke, or drunk by mistake, it was even easy to kiss someone platonically, but what came next was harder to come back from. 

"Why aren't I kissing you?" Danny asked scoffing at himself. "I'm just sitting here talking about maybe what I might do, or did, when I could be kissing you." Arin's heart skipped just hearing his words, so when Danny came closer he was almost scared by it! He back up out of some primal fear before settling down again and letting him climb halfway over his lap and pull him into a kiss with a hand on either side of his neck and head. He keeps their lips locked until he's worked Arin up enough to get his tongue past his lips. After a moment, he hears a moan and that's when he pulls back with a smile. "See? You like frenching. I didn't even have to ask." He speaks so soft and sounds so far off, Arin is thrilled at the idea he could make Danny so dazed just with some kissing. He tries to tune into Danny and find something out himself, but he's thrown off when he feels Danny hard against his leg. It's all he could think about, it consumed everything! He forgot for a moment he needed to actively kiss back for making out to work! "Uh, Arin?" He's pulled back and looking down at him a little troubled. "Did I do a bad?"

"Uh-uh" He was stunned for a moment longer, just looking up at his eyes. "I just-! I can-! I feel you, and I just lost my mind for a second!" He tried to explain and glanced down for a moment but looked back up to Danny's eyes nervous that might have been weird. "I just, I turned you on, and I'm really happy about that." He admitted then rolled his eyes at himself. 'We're making out and talking about what we want to do to each other, of course you're turned on, I just- fuck! I don't mean to sound so insecure."

"Arin, you don't have to be worried with me. Okay? I'm your not so grump, get it? It's still me, so you're safe as you ever been." Danny tried to reassure him. He was so sweet and so in tune with Arin, it kinda made him feel worse for a moment that he doubted him and that he didn't find out something Danny liked yet without having to ask. "I'm going to guess that you like grinding though." He said with his voice dipping into its honey smooth tone as he moved his hips a bit more against Arin's thigh, biting his lip and keeping a moan in check. He took advantage of his pose and run his hands up into his hair like Arin showed him earlier. That rockstar look he talked about. 

Worked like a charm because the next second Arin had his hands on his body and lips on his neck. He happily tilted his head to let him have full access, sighing deeply as he felt his teeth start to test the water with nibbles. "You like hickies." Arin said with lips still brushing the other's neck as he spoke to go right back to it when he was done. He gave him the perfect open canvas to make on and he felt his body shiver when he started to work on a spot. Maybe he was good at this, too.

"Fuck~ I do but is it- mhf!~ is it worth it when I could be k-kissing you?" He purred gripped at Arin's shoulder so he could position himself in a place they both could enjoy the grinding, center of Arin's lap. Arin accidentally bit a little harder than intended when he felt Danny's member against his, even though their pjs. "FUCK! Ariiiin~" Danny whined and pulled back enough to look at him, pulling his chin up so he'd look at him and get out of his daze a bit. "You're so sensitive."

"Its because it's you."

"Shut up, it's probably just been a while." Danny chuckled.

"It's not like I don't ja-ack off all the time! It's you. You're the variable."

"Awe, bitch!"

After an immeasurably short yet long stretch of time and a good hickey on Danny's neck later they found themselves breaking apart, caught in the same nervous sand trap as before. Right here was not satisfying, but was better than being in the drink. Sure! You want to get in the hole, but you have to look out for the alligator that will eat your balls! … This metaphor has really derailed. Sitting side by side they started to catch their breaths. Arin could feel his legs were starting to shake, and Danny could feel the tension in his gut. 

"We can keep going." Danny offers first, reaching his hand over and putting it on Arin's inner thigh like the night he first kissed him. He gave a light squeeze and Arin softly gasped as his toes curled for a second. 

"I don't think I'm ready." He shakes his head and sighs, wishing for himself he was, but not feeling the need to say sorry, not with Danny. 

"I'll let you lead. Whatever you want or don't, balls in your court." Arin couldn't help but snicker.

"Is that subliminally you trying to get me to snack on your balls?" He asks as he moves closer but stays side by side. Danny only takes this as a chance to better kneed at Arin's thigh. Run his fingers up and down, grab at it. He was a thigh man.

"Only if you want to, baby girl." He teased, feeling the moment of tension jolt through Arin at the way he spoke to him. 

"Shut the fuck up dude. Oh my god!" Arin chuckled in reply before kissing him and wrapping his arm around Danny enough to lay his hand on his chest from the other side, feeling him up vaguely for a second before boldly just going for his nipple, massaging over it, pinching it, whatever got the best little mewls and twitches out of Danny.

"Crist! Arin! I need to cum dude you can't torture me like this!" He whimpered, having to pull out of the kiss, though Arin was persistent on his jawline as he waited for him to finish talking. 

"You got two hands, don't you?" He hinted before kissing him again, and Danny made an excited sound between their mouths when he realised what his plan was. This kissing was getting messy and unrhythmic as they both got closer, and when they both stroked themselves into bliss they could only push forehead to forehead and moan and melt together, falling back to lay on the bed.

"I think you were right." Danny panted as he pulled his hand up to observe the damage. "I think… you're the… the variable."

"Yeah? Why?" He asked with a grin through his groggy afterglow. 

"Cause I just fucked my own hand like a cheap whore and it was so fucking good!" He groaned, shaking with an aftershock. "But cranking it alone is never that good, yet arguably the same motions." Neither of them could help but laugh before they kissed again then cleaned up a bit. Arin just went for a whole new pajama set thanks to all the sweat that he was left with afterward.

As they got under the covers to settle in he went to hold only Danny but his arms were pushed away. "Uh-uh! Not today fucker!" Danny sounded so unnecessarily aggressive as he pushed Arin onto his other side then wrapped his arms around him, holding him as best he could to his chest. "That's right baby, you're little spooning it!"

"Why?" He asked through giggles, though he was already holding Danny's hand to his chest and backing up to him. 

"Big boys like us don't get a lot of chances to little spoon it. And you deserve it, and I want you to feel safe and secure, and if you get hot I won't at all be upset if you push me off 'cause I understand." He said and leaned his head into the back of Arin's neck. Arin didn't need to be told twice. He loved this and had no desire to fight it. 

"Fuck, I should have like licked cum off of…. Of one of our hands. That's like a hot thing, right? Like if I cleaned your fingers off?" Arin asks with a yawn in the middle of his words as the sleepiness set in. 

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances to try Daddies cum, baby girl." Danny replied trying poorly to stifle a fit of laughter.

"Not if I kill you with my bare hands!" Neither of them could really fight it off though, stuck making each other cackle back and forth, feeling the infections laughter shake each other's bodies. Smiling wasn't the reason Arin expected his jaw to be sore that night, but it honestly way better.

#/Arin #/Danny #/Grumps #/Thomas #younirp #fluff #smutt #hallpass au