#Danny could take advantage of that so hard

[declamationark]

Between Danny’s constant sleep deprivation, school stress, and his villains’ differing levels of goofiness, I’m surprised he didn’t try just.. crying, like there’s a reasonable chance they immediately regret making this kid cry

like dude, you get catharsis and your enemies get Guilted into awkwardly going "there there buddy (help??? how to stop crying??? do I just pat the kid's head????)" and giving you gifts

#danny phantom #danny fenton #skulker #ember mclain #technus #fright knight #and whoever else I can't think of off the top of my head #Johnny 13 #kitty #lunch lady #box ghost #could be a cracky prompt #danny phantom prompt #imagine you go up to the ghost boy for another round of fighting #and he takes one look at you #eyebags the size of a racoon's markings #and cries #you're gonna be so Shook #that knee jerk reaction of comforting a kid crying #Danny could take advantage of that so hard

[sleepingdead96]

Ambassador Danny AU

Just a silly thing knocking around in my brain.

Batman halted in the door of the conference room, taking in the sight of a strange being lounging imperiously in his chair. His white hair seemed to defy gravity ever so gently and his green, glowing eyes—Jason’s eyes—stared back with none of the regard or fear so many people showed towards Batman. His tanned face was speckled with tiny stars that Batman had to actively resist becoming memorized by. The boy’s choice of covering was sheening armour that refracted the light through his chest-plate of black ice. The white sleet that sharpened his knuckles seemed perfectly capable of movement despite it encasing his hands in similar fashion to the chest-plate; glassy in it’s brutal edges and as hard as the sheets that form over the coldest of lakes. 

The watchtower had been invaded. Batman had questioned why the place was so cold when he’d arrived. Now he knew.

The only thing that kept Batman from immediately reacting might have—very much—had to do with how young he looked. A boy in the second half of his teens.

And the fact that several other Justice League members were at Batman’s back as he strolled further into the room, watching the boy warily.

The boy’s eyes were unconcerned as he watched the Justice League file in. Worryingly so. Who was he that he would be so unfazed, how powerful? Or was it faith he wouldn’t be harmed, taking advantage of the Justice League’s strong morals?

The teen had commandeered the chair with all the authority of a king and the confidence of one assured of their own position. He sprawled across it. The chairs were all identical of practical, unassuming make, but this boy made it look like his throne as he leaned heavily on one side and stretched one leg way on the other. A hand was extended to dangle off one chair-arm and he had a knee braced up, showing an armoured shin protecting his black, sturdy, cargo-like pants and iced boots that jagged treacherously upwards.

The boy smirked. “Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”

Batman resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his already protected ears from the unearthly static and screeching glaciers that came from the boy’s mouth. He noticed Superman flinch and his face grimace.

“Who are you?” Batman growled. This boy was obviously inhuman. He was also an unknown. Batman would be foolish to underestimate someone who had somehow infiltrated the watchtower without being seen or setting off any alerts. Who exuded too much confidence, as if the entire world was at his fingertips.

Attacking took the back-burner in favour of garnering information in such a concerning situation.

“You may address me as. . .” He contemplated a bit too much for Batman to believe whatever he would give them would be his true name. “Danny.”

“. . .Danny.” 

The name was so. . .normal.

“How did you get here?” Wonder Woman asked with hints of warning and aggression.

The boy smiled. He had fangs. Too many sharp teeth. He didn’t answer and was revelling in their ignorance.

“What are you doing here?” Superman asked. It said something about Danny’s energy that even superman was being cautious about approaching.

“Waiting for you.” He smirked.

“Why?” Batman pushed as much threat and intimidation into his stance and words as he could. He usually didn’t have to think about it. “What do you want?”

Danny chuckled and a shiver ran up Batman’s spine. Goosebumps formed even through the protective layers that shielded him from the cold.

“Why don’t you sit?” The words should have been innocent. They felt like a trap. “You’ve gathered for a meeting, haven’t you?” 

The league members didn’t move. Danny sighed.

“Fine, fine, fine.” He rolled his eyes and Batman was eerily reminded of how much the adolescent exasperation reminded him of his own children. Danny leaned off the chair arm to lean an elbow on the table instead, propping his chin up. He was all teeth. “The Infinite Realms wishes for peace. I’ve come to investigate the possibility of a treaty on behalf of the High King.”

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“THERE’S A DENIZEN OF THE INFINITE REALMS IN THE WATCHTOWER??!!!”

Batman held the phone away from his face at Constantine’s uncharacteristic display of panic. It did not bode well and it settled uncomfortably in his bones.

He grunted in affirmation.

Constantine swore up and down enough to fill Alfred’s swear jar ten times over. “What do they want?! What did you say to them!? Ohhhh, bloody ****! You’ve already antagonized them haven’t you?!”

“No.” Batman ground out.

Constantine was quiet. Several seconds ticked by.

“. . .WELL?!”

“He claims the High King wants to negotiate for peace.”

There was silence on the other end. Batman usually preferred it when Constantine was quiet, but this was thick and seemed to claw out of the phone to infect the watchtower. It muffled the noises and beeps and drowned out the presence of the other league members who had stepped out of the conference room with him.

Then there was a great, controlled release of wavery air. When Constantine spoke, it was more serious than Batman ever remembered hearing him.

“Okay, okay.” Constantine mumbled to himself. “Listen closely, Bats, and repeat everything, and I mean everything, to your circus clowns.”

Superman cleared his throat. “We’re here.”

“YOU LEFT THE AMBASSADOR ALONE?!”

“Of course not! Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are monitoring him.” Batman said. 

Constantine grumble-sighed. “Good.” He mumbled. “Two of the competent ones. I don’t trust Bats not to **** this up and get us all killed.”

“What now?” Flash said.

Batman was a little offended. “Constan—“

“NO!” He yelled vehemently. He sounded a little manic. “Batsy, you have the emotional intelligence of a wet paper bag, a sad, trampled, wet paper bag with so many holes that it can’t even be considered a bag anymore, you have the emotional intelligence of wet, paper scraps and the diplomacy of a feral hyena! Unless he addresses you first, Do. Not. Initiate! Do not open your mouth! I have no faith in you whatsoever!”

“I will n—“ Batman tried to growl again, but Constantine cut him off. Again!

“No!” Constantine reiterated oh, so eloquently. “Look.” He sighed. “Getting news of the newest High King since he defeated the last one has been near impossible. All Deadman will tell me is that he’s better than the last guy and we are incredibly lucky our entire dimension wasn’t wiped out after that stunt the American government pulled with the Anti-ecto Acts.”

Batman saw some of the leaguers pale. He suddenly wasn’t feeling the best either.

“Anti-Ecto Acts?”

“Laws declaring their species non-sentient and illegal, I dealt with it, thing is, this is an extremely delicate situation.” He stressed. “We don’t know what kind of ruler he is, what little thing might set him off, and we cannot afford to set the High King off! Capiche?! It’s a good sign that he’s willing to negotiate peace, but he could change his mind. Some ghosts are very temperamental.”

“Ghosts.” Several of the leaguers repeated. Constantine let out an incredibly exasperated sound.

“Do you idiots know nothing?! Yes, ghosts! The Infinite Realms is the dimension between dimensions, the land of the dead and the never-born! They are incredibly powerful entities and many of them could level our planet easily! Whatever you do, DO NOT ask how they’ve died! It is highly taboo and you’ll get yourselves killed!” Constantine let out a stressed groan.

“I would come back and deal with this myself, but I am. . .occupied at the moment. Don’t try to negotiate without me! You lot will muck everything up! And seriously, DO NOT ASK HOW THEY’VE DIED! Keep the Ambassador happy until I can get there, convince him to stay! We might not have another chance like this, don’t annoy them, do not ignore them, and, just in general, don’t give the ambassador any reason to deliver anything negative to King Phantom and have him erase us all, got it?”

The Justice League exchanged several, stunned looks.

“Got it?”

Batman grunted.

“Good. And Bats.” Constantine added lowly. “If this fails, I am blaming you for the end of the world.”

Constantine ended the call and the phone beeped before drowning everyone in silence. The leaguers shared more looks.

“Now what?” Hal said.

#dpxdc fanfic #danny phantom #justice league #john constantine #Danny Fenton is trolling

[justwannabecat]

It was quiet. That suited Danny just fine. After all, he had endured enough to realize that noise often meant something was about to happen. Nowadays the only times he heard something that wasn’t caused by himself was if Cujo came to visit. The first time it happened, Danny was afraid he would have to fight again, but all they did was play for a while. The second time he welcomed it, same with every time thereafter.

He had plenty of time to stargaze. Nobody really visited the Antarctic, so it was perfect for him. Cold, quiet, and with no light pollution, so he could see every single star in the night sky. He could see the Southern Lights as they dance through the air, he could trace the paths of the planets as Earth rotates.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to explore. He wanted to see all there was to see, get lost in the endless cosmos, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know if his human half would survive that long without food. He didn’t want to find out.

Besides, Jazz was here. She was still on Earth, and as much as Danny wanted to leave, he couldn’t. Not while she was still here. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to visit her, to see the disappointment that would no doubt be clear in her eyes, he couldn’t completely abandon her.

As with every time he thought about Jazz, he briefly considered visiting her, but decided against it. If she really wanted to find him she could use the Boo-merang. The fact that it hadn’t happened yet was enough proof that his presence was unneeded.

Besides, why would he leave? He has a sick tower made out of unmeltable ice! It’s been furnished with things that, admittedly, he may have stolen, but only things that would have been destroyed soon anyways! He doesn’t cause any of the disasters that endanger so many pieces of furniture, but he’ll take advantage of it! You can only sleep on hard ice so many times before you realize how nice beds really are.

The point is, he doesn’t leave unless he has to. And since he’s furnished the place, he hasn’t had to leave once. It’s been like a slice of heaven- No ghosts to fight, no hunters to hide from, no insane billionaires who can’t decide whether to kill him or adopt him…

Danny looked up at the night sky again. He could see Acrux twinkling brightly overhead.

It was quiet.

———————————————

“I’ve got bad news and worse news.” Constantine announced at the next League meeting. “Bad news, beings from the Infinite Realms are, from this point forward, unable to be summoned. Wouldn’t be too bad if we weren’t trying to make peace negotiations with them, but we are, so it’s not great.”

Batman remained visibly impassive, though anyone who knew him could tell just how unsettled that made him. “And the worse news?”

Constantine sighed. “So… Before they blocked themselves off, I spoke to one of them. The Guardian of Time. He told me that, due to his perception of all time, he knew we would lose. Luckily he doesn’t want humanity to die, but he told me that Phantom ghost has a medallion in his chest that makes him immune to his abilities. As such, our one hope of survival could be anywhere by now. The only things he could tell us were that he’s probably not far from Earth, because he still has living relatives.”

Superman straightened up. “That doesn’t sound like it’s worse news. We know Phantom is near Earth and that he’s got relatives here. Surely he would go back to them, right?”

“Well. I didn’t really get to that part yet.” Constantine shifted uncomfortably. “You have to swear to not tell anyone who doesn’t already know. This is like people learning your civilian identities. If you ever try to use it against them, hell, even insinuate that you’re gonna use it, then they will kill you, and they won’t face punishment from their court because it’s technically self defense. Understand?”

Everyone readily agreed. After a second, Constantine continued.

“Phantom is Danny Fenton. He’s what the Guardian of Time called a Halfa, half ghost and half human. His parents are the ghost hunters who started this whole thing.”

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#Quasar AU #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #justice league #so yeah Clockwork knows that the future looks shitty #but when the only chance at stopping it has an artifact that immunizes him to your future sight #what else can you do #yup. next chance Clockwork gets you know he’s gonna take that back. #for now the JL are gonna have to spread out #but ​Danny lives in a tower made of ICE. #it’s reflective. whoopsie #also the tag isn’t working for a few people #if you asked to be tagged but it isn’t working please understand I tried #also put this off for like a week because of the tag list ugggghhh #part 2

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Seeing a lot of de-aged Danny in Gothem posts floating around and I love it

100% here for little shit Danny being a “fuck around and find out” child

I like to think of him as detective conan style with full memories and brain power jam packed into the body of a smol bean.

Let him get spotted by The Batman and just fully throw the man for a loop cause holy fuck not tiny little child could think of this wtf.

Like Danny isnt even as big as he was when he was six. No. Now hes like the size of a small for their age six year old. Shortest in the kindergarten kinda sized.

“Wow what a smart 4year old you got there” actually MiSs hes six and a half.

Let him be so hard for Bruce to catch but also so smart. Bruce can see him taking apart a smartphone and re wiring a microwave. Hes a little genius! Danny normally is an engineering genius but now hes just so very cute and smol. But he doesn’t wanna be babied. So sir he demands respect.

Anyway cut to like three months later and hes the head maintenance guy at the watchtower. Everyone learns that hes not to be messed with too. Some just respect him out the gate cause The Batman is bringing him in and they don’t wanna be fired. Others learn the hard way that this fucking toddler (hes seven now thank you very much) can fix a teleported that they hardly understand.

I also like to think Danny uses it to his advantage as much as he can. “But im just seven mister pwease don’t make me fill out paper work 🥺” but it doesn’t work in The Batman cause hes apparently the worlds greatest detective and knows this one isnt actually seven. Danny put in so much work trying to keep Bruce in the dark (thats a lie he didn’t do shit to protect his identity) but the knight saw through him pretty early on. Like a week after Danny moved in with him. Though I did take him a bout a month to get him to do even that.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #I actually hate the de-aging trope lmao #one of my least favs for this crossover. #like that and danny actually being adopted by the fentons. #or hes someones long lost twin #but I see the apeal behind it and know how to pander #yall aint hurting me by having your fun so go off queen and slay #it’s not made for me and thats ok I just felt like voicing my opinion #great now im worried about my tags getting me canceled #which im not even popular so can’t happen #but I like to pretend im a big popular blogger and what not #makes me feel important #even in this sense if im not #oops weird tags

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Handle It — D. Wagner

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; fingering, oral sex (fem receiving, male receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI

A/N: Greetings and salutations! I’m trying my best to chug-a-lug through all of the Danny asks that I have neglected (but not forgotten, I SWEAR). So this one is dedicated to the lovely @yungkiszka from forever ago. 💚

Bajabule,

-Han

Background: You finally get to tag along with Danny and his band of brothers to a show, and you’re absolutely captivated by his drum solo. You soak in every detail of him from the curls in his hair to the way his hands grip the sticks, leaving you with a need that only he knows how to fulfill. 😉

After the show, as you made your way around the backstage area, you finally spotted him. You turned and slipped your arms around his back. His skin was damp with sweat. You knew that the stage lights always made him insufferably hot. You also knew that his adrenaline was always pumping hard and fast immediately after every show, and tonight, you were going to take advantage of that. You were feeling insufferably hot, yourself, but in a completely different sense than him.

You pressed your body as close to him as you could, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he rested his hands on your hips. You brushed your lips softly against the skin of his neck until you reached his ear, gently taking the lobe between your lips and pulling it ever so slightly before letting it go; just enough to feel him shiver against you. You kept your lips to his ear and spoke so softly that no one around you could stand a chance of hearing.

Danny," you started, your voice as soft as the petals from a rose, "I need you," you whispered.

You felt his heart still pounding in his chest. His head tilted back at your words, resting against the wall behind him. He took a heavy breath and pulled the key to his dressing room out of his pocket, placing it into your palm. You turned and walked to the door, sliding the key in and turning it to unlock it. He was right behind you and closed it once you were both inside. He turned the little lock on the knob before turning around to look at you.

You had already made your way over to the couch. He paused when he got closer just to allow himself a second to take in the sight of you, sprawled out all over the cushions just for him.

"Aw, honey," he breathed, "look so good for me." He came closer to you and you sat up to meet him. He settled himself on top of you and you quickly found his lips, placing your palms on either side of his face and pulling him closer to you. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside, and you relished under it. His lips were full and soft as they pushed and pulled with yours. His tongue was hot and deliciously wet, and you could still taste the beer he'd been sipping all night long.

His body was like furnace; you figured a mixture of the adrenaline and lights, as well as his blooming arousal. You pulled back from his lips to look at him, and he looked exhausted. His eyes were unusually tired. You felt a hard pang of sympathy for him, trying his best to give you the last little bit of energy that he had left in him after putting on a show for thousands of people. You suddenly felt selfish, and you backed further away from him on the couch.

His features were incredibly soft, his eyes looking at you with a mixture of longing for you and fear for something he had done to make you back away from him. He looked painfully innocent, like a child or a puppy, craving your touch and affection. When he spoke, he was very quiet.

"You alright?"

You nodded, avoiding his eyes.

"Will you look at me?"

You took a breath and turned your eyes to him, feeling the pang of sympathy in your stomach again.

His fingers reached to graze your cheek. The tips of his fingers were rough on your soft skin, making your chest swell with warmth. It was a wild concept for you that one person could make you feel so many different ways all at the same time.

"What happened?" he asked, almost whispering. The look of concern in his eyes absolutely melting you.

"I just feel bad. You're exhausted. You need to rest. And I'm asking you for a lot right now, and–"

He shook his head, and you paused, furrowing your brows with a questioning look.

"Of course I'm tired. Shows take a lot out of people. But you're not asking anything of me that I can't handle, sweetheart," he said, inching himself closer to you.

You raised your brows at him, hoping that he would continue. He was vigorously attractive when he was talking about pleasing you, no matter how worn his features were.

"Listen," he started, a smirk on his lips, "if I didn't think I could handle you, I wouldn't have given you the key to get in here," his lips suddenly not even inches from yours. "And I sure as hell," he kissed your lips quickly before pulling back far enough to speak again, "wouldn't be putting my hands," he kissed you again, lingering a little longer this time, softly biting at your bottom lip as he pulled away again, "where I'm putting them right now."

As he spoke, you felt his warm, calloused hands moving painfully slow under your shirt and along your ribs, with the full intent of making you shiver under him. You felt the familiar feeling of warmth spread in the spot between your legs as the goosebumps formed over the expanse of your skin, so intensely that they almost hurt. The entire time his hands were moving, his eyes were on yours. Watching your expression to see if he was yielding the results that he wanted.

You huffed and pulled him back to you, craving the taste of his mouth. He lifted his hands and took your shirt over your head, discarding it in the floor beside the two of you. His lips then met your neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. He affixed himself there momentarily, skillfully moving one hand down your chest while the other kept a light grip on your hair. Your chest was heaving by this point, and you found yourself unconsciously squeezing your legs together.

You ran your hands up his arms and over his shoulders, feeling the tone of his muscles as he held himself up over top of you. You then proceeded to run your hands slowly down his chest, feeling how his heartbeat thudded at your fingertips. You let your eyes wander over his chest, following the sparse trail of hair down to his stomach, where it grew thicker, leading down to the only part of him that was still clothed. When your hands caught up with your eyes, you paused for a moment. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting to see what you would do.

You flicked your gaze up from his visibly hard length to meet his eyes, and found that where his irises had earlier been soft and brown, they were now almost entirely black; only a small ring of brown to separate his pupil from his sclera. Keeping your eyes trained on him, you reached for the button of his pants and unfastened it. He sat back on his heels to give you room to work. His pants practically unzipped themselves because of what they were fighting to contain. You could see the entire outline of him now, the fabric of his boxers stretched thin around his length.

You weren't in the mood for wasting time, so you reached under his waistband and took him in your hand, slowly gliding your fist down his solid cock. His head fell back and his brows furrowed. He let out a breath that neither of you had realized he was holding. After he huffed a few breaths, you brought your fist back up, twisting your hand as you reached the tip. He twitched under your hand and you smirked. You started to lower yourself to take him in your mouth, when you felt a hand grasp both sides of your jaw from under your chin. You looked up at him with your eyes wide, shocked. He looked down at you, his eyes still lust-filled, but soft.

"Whatcha doin’?" he asked, slightly grinning.

"What does it look like?" you answered.

"Hey. Hey. Listen," he chuckled. "Remember you said that you needed me though." He paused. "You still need me, honey?"

You let your mouth fall open slightly, sucking in a breath. You nodded quickly, your shock still lingering.

"Nuh-uh. Tell me."

His hand moved from your chin to your hair while the other followed suit and his lips moved to your ear. "Tell me what you need."

Your breath was heavy as you mustered up the courage to give him what he asked.

"Need– need you to make me cum," you whimpered.

"Tell me how you want it, sweetheart."

Without a single thought or second of hesitation, you breathlessly replied, "Your hands."

You felt his breath on your neck as he chuckled. "That was fast. You had anything on your mind lately?"

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him.

He lowered his head and peppered your neck with kisses again, taking a little more time and creating a little more suction, making your breath heavier with every one. Once he reached the base of your neck, he trailed his lips over to the space between your collarbones, flattened his tongue a bit, and dragged it up the entirety of your throat, eliciting a string of moans to escape from the depths of your chest. All you wanted in that moment was him between your legs.

As if sensing your needy frustration, he cupped your heat with his hand, over top of your underwear. Your hips reflexively bucked into him, and he smirked.

His hands slid to your hips, and he hooked his index fingers into your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them in the floor with the rest of your clothes. He slid his fingers inside your folds, collecting all the warm wetness you'd been accumulating all night, taking his time to thoroughly spread it around.

The feeling of his calloused fingers against your bare heat sent you into a spiral, creating the perfect amount of friction to stir up your arousal. Your legs moved together, inadvertently attempting to get him closer to your entrance, desperate to feel him inside of you.

His middle and ring fingers traveled to either side of your clit, pointed down toward your entrance. Applying downward pressure, while bringing his fingers together, he moved the bundle of nerves in short circles, and you immediately yelped at the sensation. You'd had stimulation there more than once before, but never like this. You felt your pleasure burning in the lower part of your belly, like a dam just waiting to burst wide open. Your hand shot to his wrist and your eyes searched for his, silently pleading with him.

He was smirking again, proud of the effect that he had on you. Proud of the fact that he'd found the quickest way to reduce you to a whimpering, begging mess just for him. It was as though he had guessed the correct combination to a safe full of treasure on his first try. But he wasn't greedy. That wasn't his style.

His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look of sympathy while simultaneously and effortlessly plunging his fingers into you as far as he could reach, his fingers deliciously stretching you out. Your back arched completely off the couch, and you groaned loud enough that you were absolutely sure that anyone and everyone outside of that dressing room could hear you. Normally, you would have made a conscious effort to be quiet for fear of being embarrassed, but you'd been fantasizing about Danny’s hands bringing you to release for entirely too long tonight to care. He put his arm across your chest and gently laid you back down on the couch, and your muscles strained against him. He moved his face just inches from yours, his eyes staring into you with such intense longing that you were afraid you would cum just looking at him.

He steadily increased the rate at which his fingers pumped in and out of you, continually drawing more and more slickness from your core. After he was satisfied with how lubricated his fingers had become, he steadied his pace and curled his fingers to press against your g-spot. Between ragged gasps, you whimpered his name.

"Oh–oh fuck, Danny," you gasped, as his callouses, again, created the perfect friction inside your walls. "Oh my God."

He inched his face closer to you and met your mouth hard and hungry, taking in and swallowing all of your moans and praises. He pulled back just enough to release your lips from being entwined with his, but kept himself close enough for his lips to brush yours as he spoke.

"Cum for me, sugar. Cum for me, let me put you in my mouth, huh?"

His words were like gasoline for the fire you felt in the lowest pit of your stomach. Your hips bucked and rolled against his fingers, begging for just the smallest bit more to push you over your edge. He responded by curling his fingers even tighter and speeding up his pace. You moved your hips in sync with the thrust of his fingers and each time the two of you met, a moan escaped from your chest.

"Shit. Shitshitshit right there. Right there right there. I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming. Don't stop. Fuuuck don't stop, Danny. Please."

You felt the dam break and consequently felt the proverbial flood that followed. The fire that had started in your belly quickly worked its way through every vein in your body. You looked at him as you felt your walls contracting around his fingers and noticed that he had proactively lowered himself to be eye level with your entrance, eager to clean up the mess he'd worked so hard to make.

As you began your descent from your climax, he slowed the pace of his fingers and began to lap up your warm arousal. Your hips instinctively twinged simply from all the extra stimulation, that of which he did not heed. He proceeded to remove his fingers from you and replace them with his tongue, delving deep into your core, and making the already sloppy sounds that emerged from between your legs even more obscene. He reached for your hips and pulled you down the couch against him, angling them upward and moving your legs to rest on his bare shoulders.

You threaded your hands into his hair, gripping it firmly between your fingers, and trying impossibly hard to get his tongue deeper inside of you than it already was. You basked in the warm tingling sensation that was radiating through your body as he simultaneously elicited and consumed your pleasure.

You felt the familiar slow burn of a climax begin to build back in your stomach and you groaned, tugging on his hair.

He pulled his head back slightly to catch his breath as he spoke. "Taste so goddamn good for me, baby." His voice was raspy, his throat coated with the remnants of your orgasm, his lips practically dripping. The sound of his voice continued to build the fire in your belly, and you gently rolled your hips against him. He grinned and took you back into his mouth, making use of his fingers again as well.

Your breath heaved as he diligently worked, curling his fingers and sucking your clit at the same time, and you found yourself on the cusp of your second release of the night. You tugged at his hair, rolled your hips to him, and pulled him closer to you, desperate to feel more of him.

Suddenly, he completely removed himself from you and gently slid your legs off of his shoulders, moving himself across the couch to lay his head back against the opposite armrest.

He beckoned to you with his index finger. "Come here, sweet girl."

You crawled up his body until you straddled his hips, feeling a tinge of nervousness about your legs' ability to hold you up in any capacity in the near future. He must have seen the slight panic in your eyes because he sat up and reached for you, pulling you into a firm, but incredibly sweet kiss. The way he held you when he kissed you this time made you feel cozy and safe, as if being wrapped in a big warm blanket.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, why?"

"You looked a little scared for a second. I just wanted to check in," he winked.

"Well. You might have to hold me up. Since you can 'handle me' so well," you teased.

"Aww," he teased back, "you weak in the knees for me now? Is that what it is?"

"Something like that," you said, laughing softly.

"Well, I hate to tell you, but I think it's about to get worse."

"Oh yeah?" you said, raising your eyebrows.

"Mhm," he said, laying back. He gently nudged your hips, signaling for you to lift them.

You placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, still not trusting your legs to do their job, as you lifted your hips, taking him in your other hand. You lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank yourself down on his length.

As he entered you, you both simultaneously groaned. You felt your legs shake underneath you, and his hands  instinctively moved to your hips, steadying you. The way that his hands wrapped around you made you feel small and fragile, while also increasing the warmth you felt in your core.

You eventually sank down to the hilt of his cock, and you shuddered as you bottomed out. He moaned and squeezed your hips, almost kneading them. You returned a moan in response and rolled your hips against him, testing the waters.

You raised your hips again and then dropped them back down, taking about half his length. You kept a decent pace, and watched his face twist with pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips sat slightly parted. His brown eyes drank in the sight of you while you loomed over him, watching you work. He slid his hands up your sides and cupped both of your breasts, thumbing over your hardened nipples. You felt the warmth beneath you increase yet again, just from the feeling of him holding essentially the entirety of your breasts in each of his hands.

You gradually felt your legs weakening, but you still tried to push through, for his sake. You were able to lift your hips less and less as time went on, and eventually, you struggled harder than you had so far, and you stilled, your breathing heavy, placing both of your hands on his chest.

"Fuck I can't– I–," you started.

"Shhhh, baby. You're okay," he said, soothing you. He removed himself from you and sat up, pulling you to him. You avoided his eyes, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice almost imperceptible.

"Aw honey," he said, drawing his words out, still comforting you, "you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. He gently turned your head to look at him. "Lemme help, huh?"

You nodded, feeling the slight sting of tears in your eyes. You knew they were red now; that he would be able to tell that you were fighting them back. You tried to blink them away, but despite your efforts, one escaped and snuck down your cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb and kissed your forehead.

He placed one hand behind your head and one behind your back as he moved you to rest underneath him.

"You just relax and let me make you feel good one more time, sugar."

You nodded, swimming in the intoxicating sensation that his voice and choice of words were giving you.

He reached between the two of you, taking himself in his hand and teasing your folds with his tip. You sighed, tilting your head back.

"Open your legs for me, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and soft. "Let me stretch you out and fill you up so fuckin good."

You mustered up what minuscule lower-body strength you had left and rested your knees on either side of his hips, allowing him just enough access to do what he needed.

He slowly pushed himself into you, taking his time to let you adjust to his girth. Once he'd gotten as far as he could, he stilled, waiting for you to signal to him that you were ready for him to move. Once you did so, he slowly pulled out and thrust himself back into you, keeping a rather languid pace to start. You felt yourself moan each time his hips met yours, and you reached out to put your hands in his curly hair. He then quickened his pace and the intensity of his thrusts, which consequently increased the frequency of the sounds that came from you. You did your best to squeeze around his cock as it plunged in and out of you, and you felt him throbbing inside you as a result.

"Ahh fuck. Feel so goddamn good," he managed, punctuating every other word with a thrust. "Gimme one more, baby."

You involuntarily squeezed around him harder than you had the entire night, and you felt his hips stutter against you, a deep groan escaping from the depths of his chest.

You felt yourself reaching your climax, and your moans turned into whimpers. He kept an impressively steady pace, his cock seamlessly gliding in and out of you, hurtling you toward your edge. Your back arched as you reached your peak, and you held onto him as though your life was hanging in the balance. His pace never faltered, and he kept your climax steady for longer than anyone had ever managed before, causing you to absolutely writhe underneath him, every inch of your body positively burning with pleasure. He moved himself down your chest while his thrusts slowed, facilitating your come-down. He used a combination of his hands, lips, and tongue to occupy your breasts as you recovered. Your chest heaved into his mouth as he continued to satisfy you.

Once you had regained control of your breathing, you focused your attention on him. You lifted his head from your chest with your fingers tangled in his hair. His jaw sat slack, and he was panting. His eyes drooped and his expression was that of exhaustion, even more than it had been earlier.

You moved your hips, and his cock slipped out of you, sliding up; its tip resting on your stomach. You took him in your hand, steadily gliding it up and down. He closed his eyes at the feeling and sighed.

"Sit up and let me take care of you. You need it," you said, shocked at the firmness in your own voice. You'd never been one to be even remotely dominant in an encounter like this, but you'd somehow found the reigns and held onto them tightly.

You gathered that he must have had the same reaction as you, because his eyes opened and looked at you, first with a small look of surprise, followed by a smug, yet satisfied grin.

He did as you asked, sitting up and moving his knees apart for you. You kept a hold on his length as you made your way into the floor in front of him. You sat on your heels and leaned over him, your mouth just inches from the tip of his cock. You gathered your spit and spat it into your palm, then proceeded to spread it around until you were satisfied. As your hand worked his length, you moved slowly at first, making a conscious effort to squeeze just a little tighter around the head of his cock as your fist moved up and down.

You watched him lay his head back against the couch cushion, his breaths heavy and his eyes shut.

"God look at you," you said, your voice low.

His head remained on the cushion, but his eyes opened and peered down at you.

"You look so fucking good. So hard for me."

He swallowed thickly, panting harder now, his eyes still glued to you. He clung to every syllable that passed your lips.

"You think I can 'handle' it?" you asked, a smirk threatening your features.

He let out an airy laugh, "God I fuckin' hope so," he said between breaths.

You grinned and tightened your grip on him just slightly, still fisting him steadily. "Tell me."

"Whaddaya wanna hear?" he asked, successfully attempting to keep an even tone of voice.

"Want you to tell me what you need."

"Mmm," he nodded, "gimme a taste of my own medicine, huh?" he laughed.

You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response. As you did so, you pulled the trick from earlier and twisted your wrist each time your hand moved upward. You felt his hips twinge as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Fuuuck, honey," he panted, "Want you to suck my cock so goddamn good. Finish me off."

You wasted no time, taking him in your mouth while continuing to work him with your hand. His hands found your hair, and he gently tugged at it periodically, making you moan while you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. He groaned and his head fell back against the couch again. You glanced up at him, watching him through your lashes. His face was flushed a deep red, and his forehead gleamed with a layer of sweat. His brows were knitted together and his eyes were closed. The rhinestones that adorned the outer parts of his eyes were still perfectly intact, along with his eyeliner, and you marveled at him.

You closed your eyes, gradually working your way down until you had taken his length to the hilt. You stilled there, holding your breath, working up the control of your reflexes enough to make yourself swallow around his cock. As soon as you did, you felt his leg and stomach muscles stiffen, and his grip on your hair tightened significantly. He let out a guttural moan, and you swallowed again. This time, his hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, pressing the tip of his cock deeper and even more firmly into the back wall of your throat, eliciting the gag reflex you'd been working hard to suppress. You lifted your head and popped off of him, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes, swallow the massive accumulation of spit from your gag reflex, and regulate your breathing at the same time.

You huffed a few breaths, keeping your eyes down, afraid to look at him. You didn't have much experience in this area, and you were afraid that your efforts would be subpar.

As if hearing your thoughts aloud, he spoke, and brought you back out of the depths of your mind.

"Hey," he said, softly.

You looked up at him, your nerves visible in your expression.

"Take your time, sweetheart," he said, as he gathered your hair up into one of his hands. His other hand wiped the tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes from earlier. "Handling me a hell of a lot better than you think you are. Keep doing what you're doing and I'm fucking done for, I promise you."

You let out a soft laugh at his comforting words, your doubt still etched into the back of your mind. His eyes were tired, but soft. Encouraging. You felt safe with him.

You started with his tip and worked your way back down to his base again, trying your absolute hardest to keep control of your reflexes. When you swallowed again, you felt his cock twitch in your throat. He grunted and tugged at your hair. You raised your head slightly and sank back down, building up a quicker pace, bobbing and swallowing at the same time.

"Mmm fuck, baby," he panted, "That's it, right there."

He gently pushed his hips further into you, testing the waters. When he saw that you were able to take it this time, he brought them to your mouth more firmly, his cock gently stretching the depths of your throat. You lifted your head and popped off of him again, this time only to catch your breath. As you lifted your head, you replaced your mouth with your hand, not wanting to break the stimulation that he was getting.

Once you caught your breath, you got right back to work. When you'd taken him entirely for a third time, he instantly began to rock his hips again. This time was faster and even more firm than before, and you found it difficult to suppress the urge to gag. You thought about the night and how exhausted he was. You thought about how you could feel with every inch of him in your mouth just how badly he needed you to make him finish. You tried with everything in you to keep going, to take every single thing that he was giving. You waited for the right moment, and began to swallow him in sync with the movement of his hips. His muscles immediately tightened and you felt his cock straining to hold out for just a moment longer, just trying to revel in the feeling of you taking him in as far as he could possibly go. His hips rolled into you desperately while the head of his cock continually rubbed against the back of your throat.

"Right. Fuckin'. There," he choked. You felt his hips stutter against your face. "C'mon, sugar. Takin' me so goddamn good."

His muscles tensed again and he pushed his hips into you while simultaneously pulling you to him. You felt him release, coating the entirety of your throat as he continued his push and pull, essentially fucking your throat while you swallowed his cum.

When he was finished, you lifted yourself from him, a trail of spit and cum still connecting the two of you. You caught your breath and sank back down to finish cleaning up the mess you'd made. Once you were satisfied, you sat back on your heels and looked at him.

His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed. His breathing was deep, slow, and even. Deciding not to disturb him, you gathered your clothes from the floor and carried them to the counter in front of the vanity mirror on the wall behind the couch. You couldn't blame him one bit for falling asleep so quickly. As you looked down to grab your bra from the counter, you felt his arms snake themselves around you as he cupped your breasts in his hands. His lips brushed your neck, just under your ear as he spoke.

"Where ya goin’?" he pressed his lips into your neck and licked the spot when he was finished. You felt intense warmth spread between your legs yet again, melting under his touch.

"I thought you were asleep," you answered.

He looked at you in the mirror, his face full of playful disbelief. "So you were just gonna leave me here?"

You laughed, struggling to find an excuse, "I–,"

He reached and turned your head to him, pulling you into a soft, warm kiss. You turned to face him, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled back and looked at you. "Well I was hoping you'd at least stick around for the night. I've got a top-floor hotel room across the street. Really good view."

You took your turn to pass off a disbelieving look. "You mean to tell me that we just did all that on the couch of your dressing room, and you had a penthouse suite across the street this entire time?"

He paused, his eyes wide. After a beat of thick silence, he said, "I– uh, I figured you'd be able ta handle it."

You laughed and pushed him playfully. He kissed you again and helped you finish getting dressed. Then he dressed himself and gathered his things, proceeding to escort you across the street to settle in for the night.

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Dig You A Grave part 3

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 prompt

Danny has no idea how his furry little house guest got to school, or why she was in the cafeteria, but right now he didn’t really care. Only about half of the people in the lunchroom escaped before Lunch Lady sealed the doors, trapping a lot of students and faculty. Danny had nowhere to transform and was running out of time.

While trying to think of a plan he heard the ghostly woman scream with outrage. Peeking out from one of the overturned tables, he can see Teekl sitting off to the side of the room, in one of the hard plastic chairs, just watching everything go down.

Danny’s mind completely changed course when she had threatened to turn his favorite feline into meatloaf.

He saw red.

He broke off a rusted piece of the table. He could tell it was iron from the way it made his skin tingle. Perfect.

Danny also grabbed the thermos from his bag, slinging it over his shoulder by the strap, before dashing for Teekl. across the room. Danny dodged mounds of meat, toppled tables and chairs. He chucked the iron table piece at the demented woman, not stopping to check if it hit, but from the sound of her pained wail, his aim was fine.

Reaching Teekl, he grabbed her and made it to safety behind another table. Checking to make sure she was unharmed, Danny broke off another piece of iron, and looked to where Lunch Lady was. She was in the center of the room whipping her head back and forth, searching for something, hand covering one of her eyes.

Counting his blessings with his throw, the halfa noticed a mound of meat behind her that he could use to his advantage, if his new idea worked. It was risky but she had threatened this precious fluff ball, so it was personal.

Ducking down, using the destruction as coverage, Danny slipped the backside of the large meat mound. He grabbed a tray and used his powers to jump on top of it, standing on the tray. He readied the new piece of iron, chucking it at the Lunch Lady. She screamed again as it hit its mark. Before she could react, Danny uncapped the thermos and sucked her in.

In all the commotion he didn’t hear the cafeteria doors being thrown open, nor did he notice the guy, who tried to ask out a few days ago enter.

Capping the thermos, Danny cleared his throat. “I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

The lunchroom was silent, everyone just staring at Danny trying to figure out what just happened. It was Dash of all people who broke the silence. “Yeah, okay. Won’t touch the cat. Got it.”

Danny hadn’t noticed Dash and Kwan were behind the second table he used as cover, too busy checking on Teekl. They had watched him break off a piece of metal, with almost no effort, and then proceeded to take down a ghost, all because she had threatened the cat currently purring in the nerd’s arms. Dash and Kwan were not the smartest in the school, but they knew when to leave well enough alone. Also, if anyone could figure out how to stuff a human into a thermos, it would be a Fenton.

Danny descended the mound of meat, keeping Teekl safe in his arms. He quickly put the thermos in his bag, grabbing the rest of his belongings, and made a beeline for the exit. He needed to get Teekl back to his house and send Lunch Lady back to the ghost zone.

In his haste he still didn’t notice the stunned witch boy as he passed.

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Klarion was rarely left speechless, but the scene unfolding before did. His thoughts were racing as the young man holding Teekl raced past him. It was then that the Lord of Chaos, noticed the death magic, power and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, emanated from the interesting being that just passed him, holding tight to his familiar… TEEKL!

Spinning on his heel, Klarion raced after the boy, down the abandoned halls of the school. He finally caught up with them just past the steps.

“Wait! You have something of mine!” Klarion states as he grabs Danny’s shoulder.

Danny stops in his tracks and turns to look at whomever had just grabbed him.

“Um, hi? I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean.” Danny says as he takes in the state of the other guy. He looked tired and stress out.

Klarion raised an eyebrow before letting go of his shoulder and pointing to Teekl.

Danny looked down and realized that the devil horned guy in front of him was referring to the cat in his arms. Embarrassment flushed his face as he put two and two together.

“Oh. You must be Teekl’s person.” Danny murmured and Klarion just nodded. Then dread flooded the halfa. “I promise I didn’t put her in any danger. I don’t even know how she got to my school. I left her curled up on my bed this morning. Then all of a sudden, she is sitting on a chair in the cafeteria, being threatened to be turned into meatloaf by a ghost.”

Klarion snickered at the flustered explanation he was being given but took pity on the guy. “Don’t worry … I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, it’s Danny.”

“Lovely to finally have a name with your face. I am Klarion and as I was saying, don’t worry Danny, Teekl is a very smart, very talented cat and she loves to cause mischief. I would like to know how she came to be in you possession though.” The witch boy inquired as he opened his arms and his familiar jumped into them.

Danny looked down at his now empty arms and began to feel a sense of loss. Shaking his head to clear the emotions that were building. He could deal with them later, now wasn’t the best time. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain.

“Well after that speedster left me on the opposite side of town, I made my way back, but everything was over by the time I arrived. Loved the damage you did. Top tier destruction. It’s going to take forever to fix everything and cost a pretty penny. But back to your question. I found Teekl injured in an alleyway nearby, she let me pick her up, so I scooped her up and took her to the nearest vet. They patched her up, and said it was mostly just bumps and bruises, but they kept her overnight for observation. The next day I called to check on her, and no one had claimed her, so they asked me to be a foster. Oh, don’t worry about the bill, my friend Sam took care of it.”

“I wasn’t but thank you. Please continue”

“Okay. So where was I, oh yeah…. So, me and my friends went to the pet store and bought stuff so I could look after her. Then I went to pick her up, and I took her home with me. Teekl just hung out with me most of the weekend, and then today I got up, went to school and you’re caught up now.” Danny finished awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

Klarion looked down at Teekl and smiled softly. He understood why she stayed. This Danny was funny and chaotic, but most importantly, he was kind to an injured animal he had no responsibility too. He then thought of the light who hadn’t cared that Teekl was missing, and instead tried to give him another mission.

When the young Chaos Lord first started with them, it had been fun and exciting, but now it was more of a chore dealing with them. They weren’t even chaotic. They wanted order…Ew. Klarion had been considering leaving for a while and now he has found an interesting town, with an even more interesting boy, who likes his cat. He could always use more friends, especially since Tim was so busy being a hero. Maybe if he hangs out here for a bit he and Danny could become friends.

“I must thank you properly for saving my beloved familiar. Teekl means the world to me.”

“Oh, no need to do that. She was a delight to look after.”

“No, I must insist, besides she usually hates everyone who isn’t me. I trust her judgment, if she likes you then I might like you, and I could do with a few more friends. Come, let’s get some food, since yours was ruined.” Klarion said as he turned and began to walk away, this time leaving Danny stunned. He stopped and gestured for the other to follow.

Danny jogged to catch up to them. “Um, Klarion, what did you have in mind for food?”

“I will know it when I see it.”

“You have no idea where you are going, do you?” Danny sighed.

“Not a clue but it is more fun this way. Who wants to do the same thing every day. Rules, schedules, order are all so boring. Let’s try something new.”

Danny shrugged. It seemed logical to him. He continued to follow the shorter teen through the streets of Amity.

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[thepersonnamedsam]

down under - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: daniel shows you the real down under in australia

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut, basically porn with a little plot, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, mentions of a possible daddy kink, maybe kind of public sex idk, just danny devouring the female body

note: please be disgusted with me

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Your relationship with Danny was easy to describe; it was just like two horny teens who haven’t seen each other for a weak. Not that you just fucked, no love was always involved. Especially the times you fucked. You could have the filthiest sex in history and the next day it was just giggles and cuddles during your sex times.

Danny always tried to make you comfortable. You didn’t like the position; change. Leg cramp? He was massaging it. He did everything for you, that man devoured you.

He showed you pleasure on a different level. Like the time he ate you out in his childhood bedroom.

You were visiting Australia for the first time, you and Danny had been dating for about 6 months before you finally met his family. Perth was beautiful, but so was Australian Danny. He was glowing and so happy and smiley. You’ve never seen him this way and it made you extra horny. Like, you were constantly thinking about him in ways you shouldn’t in front of his family.

He could sense your mood and you definitely had an advantage; hiding his hard on was much harder than hiding your wetness.

His father was doing a bbq in the backyard. His sister Michelle and his mother Grace sitting outside on the patio with Daniel and you. You sitting between his legs, back leaning against his chest. Your hands playing with his ring. The only thing you could think of was his finger inside of you. The thought already clouding your brain and wetness spreading between your thighs. Daniel noticed you shifting.

Crossing your legs so you could have at least some friction and not seem like a sex-drunk slut in front of his family. Danny being Danny let his fingers dance over your naked skin. Reading you and knowing exactly what he was doing to you. You were biting your lip, trying to suppress a moan leaving your mouth. Danny wasn’t innocent, no not in the slightest. He was the one bringing fire into the bedroom. But him teasing you in front of his mother and sister, that was new, even for him.

You felt him growing underneath you, his shorts growing tighter by the second. He cleared his throat. All eyes on you two now. „I want to show y/n something before dad‘s finished with the barbie“, his voice thick and filled with lust, only noticeable by you, at least you hoped so. „Are you going to show her the secret spot behind the ranch?“, his sister asked. „That‘s the one!“, he told her. „Just be back in time for dinner, I don’t want to get you two from behind the ranch, and be careful, will you?“ His mothers voice not showing any interest in what you were actually doing.

He was leading you to his bedroom where he spent his whole childhood years in. The walls plastered with esther Senna or Schumacher posters. But you couldn’t really tell, because as soon as the door closed he was on you like a hungry lion. Kissing your lips with a hunger that could not yet be satisfied. Hands roaming your body, taking off your singlet. You were not wearing a bra underneath it, the weather too hot.

„Ugh, you’re going to kill me one day“, his words blocked out by your nipple in his mouth. Teeth only ever just gracing your nipples, sucking and licking. The other breast received the same attention as the other; his hand was playing, grabbing and pinching it. You were already a moaning mess just from him sucking and fondling with your breasts. If it went on like this, you would be screaming down the whole house by the end of the night.

His clothes still on, you reached your hands to tug on his shirt. Understanding the thing you wanted, he shrugged it off and you had the best view of his torso. You could come off by just looking at him. He was a god sent creature. „Now now, missy, we use our words. I let that one slide because it did seem a bit unfaire with you half naked and me fully clothed. But next time; use your words.“ His words leaving his mouth but only half reaching your ears, your mind already somewhere else. Hearts racing and bodies sweating. Rubbing against each other, not knowing which body fluid belonged to whom.

His tongue leaving trails on your upper body, not knowing where his trail was going exactly, just feeling his wetness on your skin. Sighing you reached for his hair, tugging at it and signalling him to do more. „Words“, was his only response. It was hard for you to get out a sentence that made sense.

„Danny, I-, I need more“, stuttering from pleasure. You were watching him closely as he smirked. „Your wish is my command.“

Hands fumbling with the button of your hotpants. Finally the zipper was opened and the shorts slid down your legs. Stepping out of them, Danny already smelled your wetness. Groaning and feeling how his dick got harder, again. He just couldn’t wait to eat you out. „So wet and just for me.“

You sat down on his bed and slid to the end of it, back now leaning against the headboard. Danny looked at you with this hungry eyes and you knew, shit was about to go down.

He was crawling to you. Fingers already hooked on the waistbands of your panties.

„Can I?“, ever so gently he asked you. You nodded. „Words. This is the last time I‘m telling you“, there he was again. „Yes, please take them off“, you begged. „Good girl.“

Panties landing on the floor, he was looking at all your glory. He took a deep breath in and looked you in the eyes. „I love you“, that was the only thing he said before he dug in.

Tongue leaping between your folds. Tasting your sweetness and pleasuring him at the same time; Danny was dry humping the mattress to release some kind of tension. His dick as hard as a rock and not finding enough to bring him to the edge. It was not the same feeling as being buried deep into you, but it gave him something. His whole body moving rhythmically. His cock pressed deep down into the bed, the sheets already stained with his pre-cum. It’s leaking like crazy, just because of the sight in front of him. The wet patch growing bigger and bigger.

His nose ever so gracing your clit; it sent you to heaven. You riding his nose; ugh, it felt amazing. You couldn’t even think about the fact that his parents and sister were right outside, you just had this amazing feeling on your mind. The thrill of being caught had you experiencing the pleasure more intensely. Moaning and heavy breathing filled the bedroom. It smelled like sex, the tension so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife. His tongue already feeling like a knife against your pussy, sharp and bringing you to the edge. The feeling so blissful, you never wanted to let it go.

His tongue now in your hole, sending you into a blissful state. Feeling it inside your walls, hitting that special spot that only his tongue could hit. His nose still pleasuring your clitoris, rubbing up and down with every move; in and out. His big nose, the thought had you moaning even more. His mouth sending you to heaven. You had to grab something, his hair, the bedsheets, the headboard, you didn’t know and you didn’t care. It just had to be something. The pleasure not bearable. He was sending you into the orbit of pleasure.

Tongue now flat against your pussy, licking and slurping away. You felt his every taste bud, or at least you thought so. It bringing you more to the edge. You were moaning like there was no tomorrow.

„I want to hear you scream, scream my name, little one.“

So you gave it your all, screaming his name. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach you screamed harder and louder, not caring about anyone hearing you. He was loving it, taking it all in and feeling all the glory you you gave him.

„I think-, I think I‘m near, please, Danny please!“

His cock not finding any relieve in the mattress anymore, he stopped pressing his dick against it. Your orgasm hit you hard, harder than ever before, the fact that his family could‘ve heard you added to the thrill and to the experiencing high. Helping you ride out your orgasm, Danny stuck two fingers into your pussy, slowly pulling them out and pushing them in again. Your hips bucked into his hands, the hand he was not using holding them down. He was sending you into an overload. Your second orgasm already reaching you and your body. It hit you second time, this time more extrem and definitely blissfully beautiful.

Hearing you cum two times and moan his name gave him the rest. His semen squirting into his underpants and wetting them even more. You were breathing heavy and looking at him, lust still prominent in your eyes. You definitely could‘ve gone for a third round.

„Did you cum?“, your question was justified as he has not received anything from you to make him cum. He nodded: „Your pleasure brings me the greatest pleasure.“ You were in awe, the man before you, so determined to make you cum that he cum‘s with it.

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[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do - Part 18

You all weren't supposed to get this until Monday, but to celebrate being released from the shadow ban! Have at it! Chapter 15 when on Ao3, MasterpostWC: 2353

Danny left the lecture with a smile on his face. It wasn’t that the lecture had been particularly enjoyable or anything, no, Danny just had been smiling more often than not the last few weeks. It was hard not to when he thought about Jason and the fact that they were dating.

He had a boyfriend. A very hot, very sweet boyfriend who was amazing at planning dates. Aside from the museum, they had also gone back to the beach and the little city near it, and kept up with their normal meals and exploring the city. It all really made Danny realize how much the two of them had been practically dating before their actual date. It was a nice realization. It meant much hadn’t had to change other than being able to hold hands… and take advantage of kissing Jason. Those were changes Danny was very much enjoying.

The next proper date was Danny’s to plan (he had insisted) and different ideas were filling up his head. He wanted to make it as special as the dates Jason had planned for him. The museum had been perfect, after all. It was a lot to live up to. Today, though, was just going over to Jason’s for a meal and to watch something. He pulled out his phone and gave Jason a call to see what food he should pick up.

“Hey, Jay.”

“Fish, hi, um, can I— no you cannot!” Jason answered, sounding like he had turned his face away from the phone. Someone in the background answered back. “No, do not—”

There was the rustling and muffled words before silence. And then— “Hey little fish!” Whoever had just taken over the call was much more chipper sounding.

“Hello,” Danny replied, bemused.

Whoever it was let out a sudden meep as obvious sounds of scuffling filled the background of the call. “So, I'm Jason's brother, Dick.“

“Give me back my phone you fucker!” Jason shouted, his words slightly muffled.

“Hello, Dick.”

An exhaled oof of air was followed by a loud crash and what Danny was pretty sure was one of them kicking the other.

“You can't keep him from me forever!” Dick cried. “Anyways, I'm at Jason's.”

Danny could help but grin at the antics. “I gathered.”

“Right— back off Jaybird— want to come over for lunch? Since I’m, oh shi—”

Danny winced at the sound of the phone hitting the floor. They were really going at it now. He’d give them props for creative cussing. As he listened to the sounds of the fight, he made his way to the subway stop.

Finally, a slightly breathless Jason reclaimed the phone. “Sorry about him.”

“It's fine. Want to put in an order at the Malaysian place for us and I'll pick it up? I'm already on my way over.”

“No,” Jason said (whined, really, though Danny knew he’d deny it). “Don't give into his demands.”

“Victory!” came a strangled cry. From the winded sound, Danny would bet Jason had his brother pinned, maybe even in a choke hold.

“I don't think he's really going to give up,” Danny pointed out. Jason was quiet. Quiet enough that Danny started to backtrack. “Hey, if you don't want me to meet your family—”

“No! It's not… I'll put in an order. It will be under your name. I'm making Dick pay though.”

“Still won!“ Came the shout from Dick before Jason hung up.

-

“I’ve got it!” a voice that wasn’t Jason called out from inside of the apartment.

Danny did his best to resist the urge to fidget.

Now that he was standing outside of the apartment the reality that Danny was about to meet someone from Jason’s family hit home. And Jason’s family were Waynes. He took a deep breath and tried not to panic. That, of course, meant his brain had time to run through a dozen worst case scenarios by the time the door swung open.

The Dick Grayson that stood in the door was every bit the male model that society pages liked to claim. His smile was even more blinding in person and maybe even a little infectious. Danny found he couldn’t help but smile back, even if it was a little wan and nervous.

“Oh my- Jaybird!” Dick called over his shoulder. “You didn’t tell me how adorable he was!”

Danny felt his cheeks flush red.

Dick spun back to Danny. “Are you a hugger?”

“I— yes?”

There was barely time for Danny to squeak out the words before Dick had scooped him up in a crushing hug. Oh. Okay, that was nice. Danny hadn’t been hugged like that since Jazz left for college and his parents stopped remembering he existed.

“Please stop smothering my boyfriend,” Jason called out as he came over.

“Hi Jason. Food,” Danny said, his words muffled against Dick’s chest. He blindly held out the bag of food in Jason’s direction, keeping the cardboard tray of drinks in his other hand.

“Hey, fish,” Jason said. Danny felt the food be lifted from his hand. “Do I need to get the jaws of life?”

“Oh shut up, Jayce,” Dick said cheerily. He squeezed Danny one last time before he let him go.

Danny took the opportunity to suck in a deep breath.

“Hi, I’m Dick,” Dick said, still grinning and offering his hand like a normal person.

“Don’t tell him!” Jason called out from the kitchen.

Danny leaned around Dick, absently shaking his hand as he did so. “What?”

“Don’t tell him your name,” Jason explained.

“He’s just been calling you ‘fish’ this whole time.”

“It’s driving him insane.” Jason sounded viciously gleeful.

“No,” Dick whined, drawing out the word to an absurd length. “I’m finally meeting you! You’re right here! I have to get to know your name now! I can’t keep calling you ‘fish’.”

“I mean,” Danny said innocently as he finally stepped in the apartment and closed the door behind him. “I like fish. Jason has been very creative with the name. It’s actually a little impressive.”

Dick narrowed his eyes at Danny. “I’m starting to see how you fit with Jason.”

Jason cackled from the kitchen. He set plates and utensils down on the table before coming over and wrapping his hands around Danny’s waist from behind. “My boyfriend, my side.”

Danny smiled innocently and leaned back into the hold.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dick said with a roll of his eyes, but he was still grinning happily. He started towards the table. “Come and eat or I’ll take all the roti for myself.”

“No, not the roti!” Danny gasped dramatically.

“Don’t worry, I got extra,” Jason assured everyone as he nudged Danny in the right direction.

“This must be yours,” Danny said, handing over one of the two blindingly pink cups of sirap bandung over to Dick. “Which tells me you are a man of refined tastes.”

“Just because you two have a sweet tooth—”

“Refined tastes indeed, well met,” Dick said over Jason with a fake British accent that would make Alfred wince.

“Indeed. Drink your longan juice, Jason,” Danny said, handing over the third cup to Jason, who just rolled his eyes.

They popped open all the various containers of food, sticking spoons or forks in them almost haphazardly. It became a jumble of hands for a bit as everyone got the first rounds they wanted on their plates. The table was quiet as everyone happily tore into the curries, rendang, and satay skewers.

-

“So, ‘fish’, if that is your real name, tell me about yourself,” Dick said after he had staved off the worst of his hunger.

“Um,” Fish (he couldn’t believe he had to call the guy fish in his own head) stalled badly as he completely blanked on what to say. Dick had the horrible feeling that people didn’t usually listen to what Fish had to say. “I moved to Gotham for school.”

“Gotham U? Or one of the lib arts colleges?”

Fish’s nose wrinkled adorably up at that. “Gotham U, I’m a total STEM. I’ll leave the books to Jason.”

“He’s a literature heathen,” Jason bemoaned. “But surprisingly dedicated to finding bizarre Jane Austen interpretations for me to watch.”

“You liked ‘the Lizzie Bennet Diaries,” Fish said, pointing at Jason with a skewer.

Jason stole the skewer to Fish’s indignant squawk. “I did, but ‘Persuasion’ was a mistake in every way.”

“Yeah, no, that’s fair,” Fish said, stealing a piece of tofu from Jason’s plate in retribution. (Oh shit, Jason was letting Fish steal his food!) “Not everything I find can be a winner.”

“Okay, but it sounds like you try at least! That counts for something. Got it though, science not books for the fish,” Dick said. “What do you like to do then?”

“Right now life is just a lot of studying and projects and papers,” Fish sighed. “But when I have time I like to play video games. And Jason has been showing me around Gotham and New Jersey.”

“So you swam in from out of state then?”

“Bus from Illinois,” Fish said. “It’s been a change for sure.”

“But you’re liking it?”

“I am, actually. I didn’t know if I would and there’s some things I don’t like— it’s always so… loud here, but the variety of stuff to see and eat is amazing. Like, I never had Malaysian food before moving here and now I don’t know how I would live without good roti just a call away. And, I don’t know, there’s just something about Gotham?”

“The city has a way of sinking into your bones,” Dick agreed.

“You aren’t from here either, right?”

“Nope! But I’ve been here for over half my life now. It’s weird and fucked up but it’s home and I love it,” Dick said with a shrug. “Think you’ll stay?”

Years of training kept Dick from flinching when Jason kicked him under the table.

The fish glanced at Jason for a moment. “Um, well, I guess that depends on if I can find a job or not. But I think I’d like to, if I can.”

“Sorry,” Dick said with a laugh. “You’re probably just worried about your next test at the moment. So exploring Gotham, school, video games— have you faced off against Jason in Mario Kart or Smash yet?”

“No,” Fish said, drawing the word out as he turned to Jason. “I am betrayed. Wounded. You didn’t tell me you played video games!”

Oh yeah, Dick liked Jason’s aquatic boyfriend.

“Just those two really.”

“And Animal Crossing. Our sister Cass got him totally hooked on Animal Crossing,” Dick said, bracing for another kick. Yep, there it was. “You should get him to show you his island. It has a miniature golf course and everything.”

Danny grinned. “Oh you are so showing me that later.”

The tip of Jason’s ears were bright red. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“Tonight though! Tonight we have an epic brother versus brother versus fish racing battle,” Dick crowed.

“Oh you’re just lucky it’s not Smash, you might actually have a chance,” Danny said with a slightly feral smile.

“It’s on.”

It was indeed on.

The races were fierce battles and the fish was no guppy, but Dick had been trained against other superheros and set after set came away with the crown.

Several sets in, Fish’s phone went off, making him jolt. “Oh, shit, that’s my alarm to catch the subway home. I better run.”

“I can give you a ride home if you want?” Dick offered, putting his own controller down.

“No, it’s fine! I know it’s still early, I’ve just got this paper to get finished up in the next few days and I’m making myself work on it some each night,” Fish said, leaning over the back of the couch to reach for his bag.

Jason reached out to steady Fish by holding onto the back of his hoodie.

Dick stole Fish’s phone from the gesturing arm. “I’m putting my number in.”

“What? Oh, yeah, sure,” Fish said, lunging forward suddenly. When Jason yanked him back, Fish had his backpack in hand.

Jason clutched Fish to his chest and sighed. “Fish—”

“I’m fine, you got me,” Fish said, grinning up at Jason.

Jason clearly tried to look stern for a moment before he sighed; his whole face softened with the act. He curled around Fish slightly, just enough to brush a kiss to Fish’s temple. “Course I do.”

Since he still had it in hand, Dick snapped a picture with Fish’s phone. He figured the two didn’t have a lot of photos as a couple yet, and they looked precious at the moment. It was clear how much adoration Jason had for Fish— and how happy Jason made Fish. Dick was glad they had found each other.

“Don’t forget your phone.”

“Thanks! It was nice meeting you,” Fish said, climbing out of Jason’s arms and grabbing his phone. “I’ll kick your ass next time!”

“You’re welcome to try,” Dick said cheerfully. “If only fish had more than a three second memory maybe you could get good.”

Fish rolled his eyes, but distracted himself by giving Jason a quick kiss. “I’ll see you this weekend?”

“Course, send me the plans. And text when you’re home safe.”

“Stop worrying,” Fish said as he swung on his backpack. “But I will. Have a good night you two!”

Both brothers bid Fish goodbye as he rushed out the door.

Dick waited till Jason had locked the door before, “Oh my god, Jaybird, you two are so adorable!”

“Dickhead,” Jason warned.

“No, I get to have this. My little brother has a boyfriend and is adorable with him! Did he send you the photo I took? Ask him to send you the photo I took and you’ll see too.”

Jason sighed, shaking his head as he came back to sit on the couch.

Dick leaned over to knock their shoulders together. “Hey, I’m happy for you. He seems like a really good guy. I’m glad you met him.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, that soft smile back on his face. “I’m glad too.”

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AN: And one of the Bats finally meets Danny! Or, well, Fish. That seemed to go well, right? Surely everything will be happy now. Are there enough fish puns/jokes? If not, feel free to suggest some! Much love to Moku for giving this an early read over when I was doubting the chapter.

Also I'm craving Malaysian food so badly now ;-;

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#dp x dc #dead on main #like betta fish do #danny fenton/jason todd #danny fenton x jason todd

[anjanahalo]

Wayne vs Fenton 2

start of the madness

Here's the actual blurb I wrote. It's from Damian's POV, post him punching the seemingly stalking Daniel Fenton in the face while they stand in an alley. ~*~

Fenton made for, in many ways, an infuriating opponent. It became obvious quickly that any formal training he had involved only the bare basics. Everything else drew from a street brawler’s efficiency, tactics used to strike fast and hard but without finesse. Between the two, Damian was the superior fighter. His training allowed him to dodge most attacks and connect more hits, and Fenton appeared rather weak when it came to avoiding throws. Logically, the fight should have ended quickly and cleanly in Damian’s favor. It didn’t. Fenton’s clear advantage laid in being able to take Damian’s hits and continue advancing, often with a laugh and a genuine smile. Damian started the fight filled with irritation and rage. Fenton engaged with what appeared to be genuine delight. The way Damian literally almost threw Fenton off a rooftop once they somehow ended up ascending a fire escape and began combining their brawl with skyline parkour, for example, lead to Fenton only grinning and bounding back into the fray. It utterly confused Damian. The confusion changed to matching delight as he realized how fun this was. A no holds barred martial battle unlike anything he ever received from his family, and one that didn’t hold any of the pressure of his League training for perfection. Just an exchange of punches, hits, and laughter. Damian hadn’t felt so free in ages, nor so fulfilled, as though he’d quenched a long lasting thirst he didn’t realize plagued him. He didn’t even think about the state of himself or Fenton when Alfred opened the door to Wayne manor to see the two boys covered in scrapes, bruises, and school uniforms torn from their hours long tussle against each other. Alfred stared, most surprised by the matching smiles Damian and his apparent classmate shared. “Welcome home, Master Damian. You are a bit late for dinner, but I saved you a plate, and can easily provide something for your guest.” “Oh, it’s that late already?” Damian asked. “Sorry, Alfred. We, ah,” Damian faltered in coming up with a reasonable explanation for what just happened. Fenton pulled out his phone from his bag, checking the time. “Oh, shit, I have like a million missed calls from Vlad.” Alfred glared a bit at the foul language, but allowed it to slide considering the two looked as though they’d been tossed in a hurricane. “Do you require a ride home, Mister…” “Oh! It’s Danny. Sorry, sir. Um, maybe?” “Fenton, you must stay for Alfred’s cooking at least. You can explain you’re visiting your friend at the Wayne manor. I can’t imagine him being upset at your becoming familiar with me.” “Wait, you’re a Wayne? Like ‘Brucie Wayne’ Wayne?” “You didn’t realize this?” “I barely managed to figure out your first name! How would I know that? Wait, we’re friends?” “After that fight? Of course we are. Please, accept my invitation for a visit. I believe it is also Friday, so perhaps you could spend the night, as well?” “Like a sleepover?” “If you wish to call it that,” Damian acquiesced. Danny tilted his head in thought, then quickly sent a text before silencing his phone. “Vlad’s a fruitloop anyway."

#dpxdc #danny phantom #damian wayne #here i go writing again #wayne vs fenton

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 6

@greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Well,” said Danny.  “That sucked a lot.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Daniel.”

“It’s just… What even was the plan there?” he asked the ceiling over the couch.  “What were they doing?  Did they think I wouldn’t notice if they just switched out while I was sleeping?  Were they going to run the entirety of their council through while trying to distract me with stuff?  Why did they even want to do that instead of just picking two of them?”

“I believe they wished to escape any specific, personal responsibility for you,” said Clockwork.  

“Typical,” said Danny.  “Are any of these people going to not lie to me?”

“I could not say.  May I offer you some lunch?”

“Yeah.”  Danny rolled off the couch.  “What’ve you got?”

“Grilled cheese and soup,” said Clockwork.  “I also have apples.”

“That sounds good.  I’m, um, I’m not going back out right away.  I can wait until morning, right?”

“As I said, you can wait here for as long as you want.”

Danny nodded.  “It’s just… I don’t know, it’s just occurred to me that I don’t really know what else is here.  Like, I’ve been in this room, and the kitchen, and my bedroom and bathroom, but not anywhere else here.  If there is anywhere else.  Did you decorate this place?”

Clockwork sighed.  “I asked a friend for help,” he admitted.  “They have an interesting sense of humor.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Danny, nodding.  

“I don’t suppose you would like a tour after lunch?”  There was a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth.  

“Yeah, that sounds like it’d be nice.”

.

There actually wasn’t that much to the little house beyond what Danny had already seen.  There was a little workshop, a formal dining room (currently set up for tea), another bathroom, and a small bedroom that looked as if it had never been slept in.  

“Do you need to sleep?” asked Danny.  

“Only once in a great while.  I will not need to do so for quite some time.”

“What do you do in the workshop?”

“I have an interest in repairing clocks.  The workshop is there to give me something to do while you are away.”

“That makes sense,” said Danny, trying to muffle a yawn that slipped out with his words.  

“You’ve had a trying day.  Why don’t you take a nap?  I will wake you for dinner.”

“Is that really alright?” asked Danny.  “I feel bad, leaving you just sort of stuck here by yourself.”

Clockwork shrugged.  “It is no imposition on me.  You could also avail yourself of one of the books in the library, or one of the ones you brought back from Jasmine’s.”

“Didn’t I leave those there?”

“They were presented to you as yours.  As such, they now are.  Of course, you also retain the things the Observants gifted you.”

“Including the video games?” asked Danny.  

“Including those, yes.”

“Huh.  I’m not secretly an Observant, am I?  I know you said my appearance was changed, but I don’t think I could handle going from this to being an Observant.”

“I cannot tell you that, Daniel.”

“Right.  The rules.  Bleh.  Bet the Observants made them to give themselves an advantage.  They even put themselves on top of the list!  Losers.”

Clockwork patted Danny’s shoulder.  “That they did.”

Danny nodded, then started yawning again.  He blinked hard and looked around the little workshop.  “Maybe I could just watch you or something?  I need an actual break from thinking after Jazz and the Observants.”

Clockwork nodded.  “As you would.”

.

Dinner, naturally, was great.  Breakfast was good, too, but Danny felt as if he wasn’t fully appreciating it on account of the massive weight of having to choose the next person to spend who-knows-how-long with while having nothing more than a single, mostly empty, piece of paper to learn about them.  

“What if they all suck?” asked Danny.  

“I thought you liked Jasmine,” said Clockwork as he handed over a cheese omelet with sausages.

“I liked her, but she was lying to me.  I don’t like that.”

“A reasonable enough objection.  However, a lack of honesty can be surmounted more easily than a lack of trust.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” complained Danny.  

“For example, I am being less than honest with you by refusing to tell you certain things, but you still trust me more than the Observants.”

“Not telling me stuff is different than lying to me.”

“And yet, the English language does include the phrase ‘lie of omission.’”

“It's still different.”

“And you also trust Jasmine more than the Observants.”

“That's true,” said Danny.  “But that's also partially because she sucks so much at lying.  Maybe it's just that young people are bad at lying.  But I feel like I'm better at lying, and I'm younger than Jazz, right?  Otherwise she couldn't adopt me.”

“That is the generally accepted way of things.”

“Hm,” said Danny.  “Maybe I'll do something closer to the middle.  But not exactly the middle!  That's what they'd want me to do.”

“I suspect the Observants expected you to simply go from the top of the list and be dazzled by their apparent wealth.”

“Yeah, probably.  Still, it’s kind of funny to joke about.  Like the brain thing with Jazz.  But if I’m going to basically pick who I’m going with based on zero information, I might as well have the funniest reason possible for who I pick.  Like, maybe I should pick this guy with a really weird name.

“Weird how?”  

“He's got a bunch of them.  Vladimir ‘Vlad’ Masters-Plasmius, Ceo Mastersoft, Ceo Vladco, Ceo– Wait, these are his job titles, aren't they?”  He squinted at the page.  “Who does this?

“Vlad Masters-Plasmius, presumably.  But I believe that among his titles you have missed the name of the second person under that entry.”

“Really?”  He ran his finger down the list.  “Huh, yeah, this last one is separated out by a semicolon, I didn’t notice that.  The Dairy King.  Is that like the restaurant?”

“You will have to ask them when you see them,” said Clockwork.  

“Yeah,” said Danny, “I guess so.  It’d make these interests make more sense.  You’d have to be pretty business savvy to run all those restaurants.”

“You don’t think the person who listed all their CEO titles is business savvy or interested in business?”

“Not if he lists it like that.  That’s definitely overcompensating.  Like, it’s way too, uh, what’s the world.”  He whirled his fork in the air.  “Boastful.  People who have real skills don’t need to brag that much.”

“People from any level of skill may find occasion to brag.”

“Well, yeah, but not that much.  Right?  Vlad’s probably the football guy.”

“Again, you will have to find out when you join them.  Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”  Danny picked up his plate and put it in the sink.

“And you want to visit Vladimir and the Dairy King?”

“Yeah.  The others sound more normal, so I’ll save them for later.  Better to get all the really strange ones out of the way, right?”

“That is, again, your own choice.”

“I knew you’d say that,” he said.  He spread out his arms.  “Take me away, then.”

The portal whirled into being around him and deposited him in a green and gold atrium.  It had a passing similarity to the Observant’s foyer, but was more colorful.  It also had more football in it.  Like, literally it had more football in it, in the form of several footballs in glass cases.

Maybe ‘Plasmius’ or ‘Masters’ or some other part of this guy’s name had something to do with football.  At least a football Obsession would be… well… it would be something. 

Yeah.  

“Daniel!” said a tall, silver-haired man, spreading his arms in welcome.  He wore a slick suit.  “It’s so good to see you.  I am Vlad Masters-Plasmius, your godfather.”

“Oh, hi,” said Danny.  He looked around.  “Isn’t there supposed to be another one of you?  The Dairy King?”

“Ah, yes,” said Vlad, looking to the side.  “My grandfather.  He will certainly join us shortly.  Normally, it would just be me here, but I must confess that I am not what you would call a great cook.  I can avoid poisoning myself, but my grandfather is much better, and he’s agreed to help.”

“That’s nice of him,” said Danny, deciding to close the rest of the distance between himself and Vlad.  “So, is the football stuff yours or his?”

“Mine.  I’m something of a fan of the Packers.”  

“That’s Green Bay’s team, right?” asked Danny, trying to bring a fuzzy memory into focus. 

“It is!  Are you interested in football?”

Danny shrugged.  “I’ve not seen any games that I remember.”

“Something we’ll have to remedy.  I have my favorite games recorded, and a theater to watch them in.  It isn’t the same as seeing them live, but it will give you an idea of their flavor.”  He patted Danny’s shoulder and guided him towards a staircase.  “Come, now, I have much to show you.  I’m sure you’re wondering how I came to be so wealthy.”

“Not really,” said Danny.  “The last place I was at was bigger.”

“Pardon.”

“Also, you’re like the CEO of a dozen companies, and your grandfather is the Dairy King.  Like the restaurant.  You probably inherited a bunch, then went to school for business or something and made investments.”

“Ah, I see.  I didn’t realize you were… so aware of the normal progression of such things.”

“What I’m really interested in is how you know me, seeing as I’m a ghost and you’re human.  You said you’re my godfather.  So… How did that happen?  Did you know me when I was alive?  Did you know my actual parents?”

“When you were alive?” asked Vlad with raised eyebrows.  “My dear boy, did no one tell you?  You are alive.  You’re a half ghost, just like me.”

“People did tell me, I’m just not sure that I–  Wait, you, too?”

“Indeed.  You and I are the only ones to die in… that specific way.”  He stopped walking and looked away from Danny.  “Forgive me.  It is difficult for me to speak of it, even now.”  He shook himself and continued on, down the hall.  “As for your parents, well…  They are no longer with us, I’m afraid.”

“Oh,” said Danny.  “I guess that makes some sense, with this trial thing and all.”  In the abstract, though, it was better than them being abusive or something.  In the abstract.  “Did I have any other, um, family?  Other than you?”

“You have two sisters.  One older, one younger.  Rather fiery, both of them.  But the younger has her own arrangements, and the elder is old enough, and human enough, that this process isn’t necessary for her.”

“Is the older one named Jazz?”

“You’ve met her already?  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that she would try to get custody of you.  She is very protective of you, but it is often at her own detriment.”

“What do you mean?” asked Danny, a little offended.  

“She isn’t ready for the responsibility,” said Vlad.  “Oh, I suspect she would happily and willingly take you on, and she is better than certain… other options, but she doesn’t have the life - or death - experience to do so without a great deal of personal sacrifice.  Meanwhile, I am well established in both worlds.  She need not sacrifice what remains of her own childhood.  Ah, and here is your room.”

Vlad opened the door, showing Danny a room that bore a striking resemblance to his room in Jazz’s house.  It was bigger, and it had a computer and a shelf of video games next to the shelf of rocket models, and the space theme wasn’t quite as pronounced or as detailed, but it was there.  

Vlad probably did know him, then.  And Danny hadn’t detected any lies.  On the other hand, he probably was just better at lying, all things considered.  A CEO would have to be.  

He’d withhold judgment until he’d met the Dairy King.  But for now… this didn’t seem too bad.   

“If you would like, you can stay here and familiarize yourself with your lodgings, we can take a tour, or we can go ahead to my training room.  I’ve made it large enough to maneuver comfortably in and accomplish some sparring, among other things.  Perhaps we can explore your abilities, or… considering your prior comments… show you how to take your human form?”

Danny felt himself start to levitate slightly in excitement.  “You can do that?  Really?”

“I can at least give you some pointers.  I’m the only one who knows how it feels to transform from human to ghost.  So, can I assume that is your choice?”

“Yeah!” said Danny.  “If that’s really something I can do, I want to know how to do it.”  Also, this was a nice change from telling him nothing (Clockwork), lying to him (Jazz), or being the Observants (the Observants).  

“Very well,” said Vlad, turning back into the hallway.  “I keep my paranormal endeavors below ground.  I entertain here quite frequently, and it wouldn’t do for random humans to come across some of the things I keep in my lab.”

Danny stilled.  “Lab?” he asked.  

“Yes, before I was a businessman, I was a man of science, and being as unique as we are, the only way to know anything about our own bodies and abilities is to discover it for ourselves.”

“Right,” said Danny, walking quickly to catch up, “that makes sense.  But, um, your training room is in the lab?”

“They’re connected, for ease of measurement.  The better to know exactly how strong our ectoblasts are, or how many wavelengths of light we are invisible to.”

Danny nodded.  Again, that made sense.  However…

“Is there a way to get there without going through the lab?”

“I don’t–” started Vlad, giving Danny a confused look.  “No, I’m afraid not.  In the past we might have phased through the walls, but the rules of this trial render them quite impenetrable.  Why do you ask?”

“I just…”  Danny shrugged.  “Jazz said I died in a lab accident.  And even without that…”

Vlad frowned.  “I assure you, my lab has the best safety precautions money can buy and my ingenuity can produce.  However, as I said, we do not have to begin with testing our powers.  Could I perhaps interest you in a documentary on the greatest football team of all time?”

“I…”  Danny really did want to learn how to transform.  On the other hand…  Maybe it was stupid, and maybe he’d been half joking about mad science labs the whole time he was with Jazz, but…  “Yeah, we can watch a documentary.”

“Excellent.  My theater is just this way.  Do you like popcorn?”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

Bnha x dp fic!

Aizawa is not one to freak out, he is calm and collected and he never shows his students just how badly things can effect him, that is if he's able... and right now he was freaking out. Kaminari had burst into the staff room yelling about Fenton having a daughter. Aizawa wasn't a rocket scientist but the kid was 14 and there is no way he is old enough to even get anyone pregnant, let alone have a daughter out of the womb already. The math just didn’t add up. If that was really the case then they had a very serious issue on their hands, Fenton wasn't the most mature boy and he definitely struggled with being responsible with Eri, they had a rule that he was not allowed alone with her for longer than an hour unless it was an emergency, Fenton was good in emergencies. He didn’t fool around when lives were on the line.

It was not because he didn't trust the boy to be alone with their new daughter, it was simply because he caved at everything that she wanted and dramatised everything further for his own entertainment. Which wouldn’t be too bad, 14 year old boys are silly and like to goof around. The issue was that no other 14 year old boy had ended up making all of his and Hizashis food come to life and attack last time they were left alone with their daughter, he was still finding left over yogurt in the kitchens corners and so the rule had been put in place.

It wasn't the first straw, just the one that broke the camels back and to his credit Fenton had agreed with no hard feelings.

So hearing the news that he somehow had a daughter was a shock but this was Kaminari, everyone knows to take everything he says with a grain of salt. That isn't to say he doesn't believe him, it was very clear that Kaminari did believe it and he had to have heard it from somewhere, he wasn't one to lie like that. If Fenton did in fact have a daughter then he was doing the correct thing in coming to the staff. Dread pooled in the bottom of his stomach, had Fenton been taken advantage of? The only thoughts running through his mind was that his student could have been hurt. Luckily for him Hizashi spoke up first and so he didn't need to find his voice right away.

"Woah there little listener! Slow down, who has a daughter?"

"Danny! He- oh my god he just told us he has a daughter, thats insane right?" He sounded hysterical.

"Well-"

"Because this is Danny we're talking about!"

"Kid." Finally speaking up he folds his arms and frowns at his student, "Fenton told you that he has a daughter? This came from his mouth?"

"YES!" The kid was pulling at his hair, eyes wild and face flushed.

"Are you sure?"

"Ask Tsu she was with me! He said daughter!"

"Christ-" cutting himself off he looks towards his husband, he found comfort in the fact he looked just as lost as him.

After calming his student down and comfirming multiple times that he did indeed mean a real human daughter and not a pet they sent him on his way. Both he and his husband went straight to Nezu, the rat had to know how to deal with this.

The rat did not know what to do and had laughed no cackled in their face, Aizawa didn't think the situation was funny at all and neither did his husband, However, they knew better than to try arguing with the principal. They had done their jobs and informed him of the development and had happily taken their leave as his manic laughter followed them out of the office, almost taunting them.

Hound dog was their next stop, Fenton had mandatory therapy sessions with the pro every week so he had to have mentioned something to him. It was just their luck that he seemed just as shocked as them, without breaching his client confidentiality Hound dog made it clear that this is the first time he's hearing about a daughter and that he is extremely concerned about Fentons wellbeing and the child's safety.

With the dead-end Aizawa decided that he would need to talk to Tsuyu, she was the other person present when Fenton had supposedly told Kaminari, she walking out of the cafeteria when he managed to flag her down.

"Fenton. Kaminari says he has a daughter?" She blinked her huge beady eyes at him, hands coming up to rest in her t-rex stance as she mulls over his words.

"He said so ribbit."

"What exactly did he say?" Maybe he was pushing a little too hard but if it was a misunderstanding then everything was fine and they didn't need to worry, if it wasn't, it was a different can of worms altogether.

"Her name is Dani, with an I but she prefers Elle, something about being her own person ribbit. He didn't mention much, you know how he is ribbit."

"And he said she was a human child?"

"Yes." She blinked again, "didn't the staff know ribbit? I would think UA would know about that kind of stuff."

"It's not on his file." Sighing he waves her off and makes his way to the teachers lounge, pit in his stomach, before he had even opened the door he was ranting off.

"Hizashi. Doing the math on if the child was born this month, thats 9 months ago for when she was conceived. He would have barely been 14, if she's older..." his husband put his cup of coffee down and nodded solemnly towards him. "If she was older..." He repeated the words but still couldn't find it in himself to finish the sentence but he didn't have to, Hizashi understood what his change of tone meant.

"How about we ask him? We need to know these kind if things, the fact it's not on his file is reason enough to ask, I don't know why Nezu isn't taking this seriously."

"And how exactly do you want to go about that? If it was traumatic for him- if it- he's fourteen Hizashi!"

"Who are we talking about?" Nemuri looked between both heroes, confusion clear on her features. "Did you say conceived?"

"Fenton. Apparently he has a child, two people witnessed Fenton himself saying he had a daughter." Aizawa watched his colleagues face carefully, she was a flirty woman and often made inappropriate jokes but her face only showed horror.

"He's a first year... that's... do you know how old she is?" Nemuri loved her students and it was clear the news was a shock. "Do we know how old the mother is?"

Taking his seat next to Hizashi he shakes his head glumly, scooting herself closer she leans on the table and hardens her gaze.

"You said Nezu isn't bothered? I would have- do you think he knew? He's smart, he wouldn't have let it slip past him." Sighing Aizawa picks up his husbands coffee and downs the cold liquid, the bitter taste grounding him.

"We don't know, he laughed when we spoke."

"But you know how he is," Hizashi spoke up, "He could already know and just be toying with us."

"Fenton doesn't get time off campus to even see his child, maybe he's not involved." While Nemuri brought up a good point it didn't feel right, Fenton was always involved with his friends and family, its who he is. "What did Hound dog say?"

"That he didn't know about it but that he's worried for both Fenton and his child's safety." Aizawa rubbed his eyes, this was exhausting. "Which is all he could say because of patient confidentiality."

"You're joking?" She sounded absolutely feral, "Surely that goes out of the window in a situation like this!?"

A groaning All Might slipped into the room, his skinny form hunched over as he dragged his feet and took a seat next to Nemuri. Deciding it best to drop the subject for the time being Aizawa stood up and left without another word.

The next day Fenton was in his classroom with Todoroki, they were Whispering in hushed voices over a sheet of paper, watching them for a while he leans against his desk with his arms crossed.

Fenton was young, his face was sharp and angled but he still had baby fat on his cheeks. His frame was small as if he hadn't hit his growth spirt yet, he may have the muscle but it was clear his body wasn't done growing, nobody would look at this child and think father. His tie was always crooked, his uniform untucked and messy as if thrown on half hazardly, like a child getting ready by themselves. He laughed at stupid jokes and played childish pranks on anyone he could, Fenton was not old enough to be a father. He was barely old enough to be a teenager.

"Fenton, a word?" Jolting up he shoved the sheet of paper they had been working on into Todorokis blazer with wide eyes, like a child getting caught doing something they shouldn't be.

He had never noticed how small his class was, how young, they were children.

"What's up!?" Now having his full attention he gets closer, taking a seat on the desk infront of the boys.

"It's about some information I've been told by one of your classmates."

"It wasn't me!" Keeping his face calm he raised one of his eyebrows as a challenge. "Sir I promise, Izuku said that we were allowed to spar and I didn’t mean to break the mirror but it's so hard to remember I can go intangible! Heat of the moment and all that!" Todoroki had a slight wide eyed look as he glanced between the two of them, "And okay maybe I did try and fix it with ice when i should have got help but I didn't know it would shatter as soon as it got cold."

Rubbing his temples Aizawa leaned foward, "I was talking about something else but please continue."

"No..." trailing off with a panicked look Fenton caved in on himself, "I've said too much."

Everything he had been thinking about slapped him in the face, Fenton Danny it was such a sweet and childish name, he doesn't even like going by Daniel, he was a child.

Christ.

"I was talking about something you said to Kaminari and Tsuyu. Do you know what I'm talking about?" He seemed genuinely confused, eyebrows drawn together as he thought.

"No?"

"This is a serious and private matter, would you like Todoroki to leave while we talk?" Shaking his head Fenton watches him warily. "Do you have a daughter?"

The strangest thing happened, instantly all the tension the boy was holding was gone, eyes lighting up and crinkling as he smiled a huge toothy grin.

"Oh Elle! Yeah she's awesome, you scared me!" Under his breath he muttered, "I thought I was fucked."

"Fenton. You understand that you are not technically underage legally in Japan, correct?" He hesitated and nodded, "However, i know you havent been in japan long. I know at your age You're going through changes..." Fentons face passed through a series of emotions, finally landing on horror while Todoroki watched on in amazement. "I know its not a comfortable conversation but it needs to be had." Sitting in a better position he takes in his students face, green flushing over his cheeks.

"I am only here to advise you, there is no judgement, if the mother is over the legal age then we dont have a legal issue. Unless it was not in japan. Do you understand?"

"I-what- Sir I dont-"

"Okay." Talking a bit softer he shuffles in his seat, "You are old enough to know consent and the law, and I fully understand being curious as you grow up but you're still young. Protection is important not only against pregnancy but also STDS. I understand if you're trying to protect the mother or yourself but I need full honesty here." Like a flip of a switch Fentons face flamed bright green as he flailed his hands around.

"Nono! Oh my god- fuck- Elle shes- oh my- Elle isn't my bio daughter! She's not even really my daughter!" Jumping up he looks between him and Todoroki, "She's my clone! Oh my gods, please don't say anything else!" Running his hand over his bright green face Danny uses his other hand to wave at him, "Please stop!"

"You don't have a daughter?"

"NO!" Aizawa would have laughed at the humiliation waving off of Danny but he too was feeling rather embarrassed, that and he was filled with relief that one of his kids was not a father.

"This Elle?"

"My clone! She was made by my nemesis Vlad, remember when I mentioned him!?" Aizawa did remember, it was hard to forget that his 14-year-old student was feuding with a grown man. "Yeah she has my DNA and some would technically call me her father but that is not how we work! She's 12! We just say that to mess with people, it was a joke!"

"Well okay, I'm glad we had this talk and I'm glad you're not responsible for a child." standing up Aizawa pauses, "Nezu?"

"He knows everything about back home, he asks so many questions." Falling against Todoroki Danny hid his bright green face in the others blazer. “Please stop.”

“Well... Good.” Walking back to his desk Aizawa felt his own face burn.

At least he didn't have a child...

(I googled the age of consent in Japan for this and It made me sick, at least their ministry panel has tried to raise it...)

@deltaoftheufe I wrote it!

#danny phantom #danny phantom fandom #my hero academia #bnha #boko no hero academia #aizawa shouta #todoroki shouto #fanfic #dp x bnha #dani phantom #danny phantom crossover #crack fic

[alevicke]

Killers getting sick x gn!reader

- Huntress, Ghostface, Spirit and Shape -

No TWs needed as long as I'm concerned, but Danny is a bitch

(I'm sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I'm not used to writing because I feel too embarrassed of my English. I hope you still like it and enjoy it 🙏)

**Anna ( The Huntress)**

At first, she tries to ignore it

It starts with her coughing and sneezing sometimes but like, it's the forest, it could be a bit of dust annoying her

But it just keeps increasing

And God is she stubborn, she doesn't want to pay attention to it. She is busy, she has things to do, killing survivors and practicing throwing hatches won't be done all on its own

You can see it's getting worse

She's probably getting fever

But it doesn't matter how much you insist she doesn't want to listen to you

That's until she can't even throw and axe due to how much she's coughing and sneezing. Her nose is stuffed so badly

That's when she stops being a wolf and becomes your puppy

She apologizes for not listening to you

Please don't be too hard on her

You know she's stubborn and she's used to showing she's strong and not showing weaknesses

She had to survive through so much after all

But now she's your whiny puppy and wants your attention

Please, be by her side

Even if she doesn't like taking off her mask, she trusts you enough to do it

I mean, she doesn't want to sneeze on the mask and ruin it

But she always keeps an eye on it

She wants your attention so much now

Your hugs, your kisses, your pets

She's not used to showing she's weak but she knows she can trust you

Although she'll still be careful that others do not know her codnition

Some people (Danny) might get annoyed and try to take advantage of the situation when they normally could not go against her

Once she gets better she'll still be clingy appreciating everything you did for her

Although you may be the one getting sick now after being around a sneezing Anna the whole time...

**Danny (Ghostface)**

You know? Danny is not really that mindful

He's kind of annoying and childish sometimes

The first time he sneezed in a cleenex he literally looked for you, paper in hand

"LOOK HOW GREEN AND GROSS IT IS"

The other times he sneezes he's being an annoying bitch and won't even cover his mouth

He might even directly point at you just to mess with you and laugh at you

That's until he realizes he was getting sick and it wasn't just normal sneezing

"Oh fuck"

Yeah, he finally realizes he was sneezing on you while being sick and could have gotten you sick as well

He's so goddamn dramatic as soon as he has a tiny bit of fever

"Oh god, oh Lord. OH ENTITY. I think I'm dying S/O. That's it. I'm done. I'm fucked up. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!"

He barely even has a fever. His nose is stuffed and that's about it

Every time he coughs he tries to make it sound even worse than the clown

He's so loud

And you just KNOW he wants your attention

If he doesn't get it that way he'll start calling you

"Baby... Sweetheart... Honey... Please... Sweetie... I need you... PLEASE..."

Please, go. The names will get even chessier

"My sweet baby... My cute angel... Light of my life..."

You actually wonder if he's just messing with you

"My sweet spicy Pumpking Starbuck's Coffee..."

Ok Danny fuck off

He finally grabs your attention and is a whiny baby the whole time about pain, sneezes and everything

When he finally recovers he'll be bragging around that he didn't even "notice" that he was sick

Nope, so brave, all on his own. Yeap

He'll still appreciate you and will thank you in private

But he thinks he has an status and appearance to maintain (no one actually gives a shit about him)

**Rin (The Spirit)**

It started as a few normal sneezes

Uhmm, weird. She doesn't usually sneeze

At least not more than once

She still decides to go to the trial like nothing

But it's easy to spot there is something wrong

She cannot keep up with the survivors as good as she usually can

They of course take advantage of that and rush the generators and throw some pallets on her

She takes even longer than usual to recover from the pallet and flashlights make her even more blind

She struggles and covers her face and head after the flashligh

She can feel her head starts to hurt and you can sense her behaviour is being off and weird

If you're in the trial you can offer yourself as the only sacrifice although she would rather not doing it

You can insist though, you don't want the entity punishing her when you can feel something is wrong

If she accepts she'll be gentle (I mean, as gently as you can be hooking someone like a dead pig meat)

Once you two are alone, you put your hand in her forehead to feel her temperature raised

She will complain that she's fine but she's smart, she knows she isn't

She just wants you to go away so she doesn't get you sick as well

If you keep insisting she will let you take care of her

But don't expect her to request nor call you if she needs something. She's too worried of annoying you

So please, visit her often to see how she is going

She will appreciate your help so much, really, a lot

And also your company. She feels so lonely

Still she will ask you not to get too close to avoid getting sick

She would feel awful if you do

No kisses nor hugs while she's sick! 100% forbidden

But as soon as she recovers she'll make up for all those hugs and kisses missed and will bath you in them 💖

**Michael Myers (The Shape)**

The unfeeling rock. Not a sound, not a noise, not a word

Wait, was that a sneeze?

Oh shit it was

You didn't ever hear a word from him, besides grunts and growls this is probably the first time you hear a different sound from him

Oh, he coughed

As exciting as it could be to hear new interactions and voices from your boyfriend, you know something's terrible wrong

This guy can easily tank any illness on his own, he's too proud and solitary

His health is also on spot, so he NEVER gets sick

But once he does... Shit's gonna get real

Out of all the killers, he gets the sickest of them all

Some of them could argue that he gets worse than even Plague sometimes

He will stay in bed and not request your help but he actually does need some help

His fever is high, he's trembling and his nose is stuffed

Getting is mask off will be the hardest job you'll ever have in your life, I promise

And still, you probably won't even manage to take it off completely, just enough to encoder his lips and nose

And good luck keeping this guy in bed. He will try to get up for absolutely everything

He hates standing in bed and standing still when it's not about stalking someone. The patience he has just disappears

He'll be an absolute mess in bed but you taking care of him truly helps him 💖

He won't say it, but once he's healed, you can notice he's following you around like a puppy a lot more

He becomes way more overprotective and expect to have his hand all the time in your shoulder or back

He cannot thank you vocally but you can feel his appreciation through these kinds of actions

And oh Entity have mercy in the poor soul who dares to mistreat you while he's with you

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #x reader #huntress x reader #ghostface x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #rin yamaoka #shape x reader #rin x reader #spirit x reader #rin yamaoka x reader

[danny-phantom-x-reader]

Sweet Yandere Danny Phantom

@crystalgemgirl: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were taking any. What about a sweet Yandere Danny Phantom one?

Bro is smitten

He's starstruck every time he looks at you

He'll carry your books and walk with you to all of your classes

He watches you in his ghost form [Thankfully you've never caught him]

He's super protective over you and with that he tries his best to cut all ties that could connect you both in his ghost form in fear of one of them hurting you

Though, they're not all stupid, so eventually they will find out about you [Probably Vlad]

^ He will use it to his advantage, much to Danny's dismay

Danny would give everything to you. You are his life. You mean everything to him [Think of that one viral tiktok sound that goes "You were a wonderful experience..." "You were everything."]

He hates when he has to ignore you to fight ghost, but then he thinks about what will happen if they get out to the human realm and he doesn't feel as bad

He wants to tell you that he's Danny Phantom, but he's also worried for your safety [Not because he'd lose stalking privileges], so he keeps it a secret for as long as he can

But he's always had a hard time keeping a secret from you

He also feels bad when leaving you out of things, but both Sam and Tucker know, and seeing your face when you know that they're all keeping something from you

^That's probably when he breaks and tells you the truth

When you know the truth, he sneaks into your house in his ghost form and answer all his questions

He's so happy that you're so interested in his ghost part. Honestly he's kind of insecure about his ghost side, but when seeing you so excited and filled with questions, well it fills him with pride

You think he's so cool and it gets him so giddy

You fangirl over him the same way he fangirls over you

He loves making you stuff, although he's not very good at it. Can't cook to save his life, but you pretend to eat it, because it makes him happy

#danny #danny phantom x reader #danny x reader #yandere danny #yandere danny phantom #danny fenton x reader #yandere danny fenton #danny fenton #daniel fenton x reader #daniel fenton #daniel 'danny' fenton

[aflame4goinghome]

‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’

d.r.w. x reader

summary: on your day off, you come across a handsome stranger at the park, reading a book. some force seems to gravitate you toward him, something that you cannot explain or control. perhaps fate?

word count: 3.5k

warnings: just some adorable meet-cute fluff for today, be prepared to be blushing and kicking your feet. smut may happen in part two if you guys enjoy this, so stay tuned xo

a/n: this idea came to me at 3 am while drifting off to sleep thinking about danny. i’m not much of a writer but i wanted to share the inspiration i had with you all. it's proofread but it might not be perfect. i hope that you enjoy it :)

You’re jolted awake by the sound of your blaring alarm clock, which was intentionally set that way in order to combat your bad habit of oversleeping. Choosing a job that required such early mornings was certainly not your preference, but it paid well and you actually quite enjoyed it. You never expected to find such joy in teaching, but starting to teach music lessons has become the best decision that you’ve ever made.

You had decided to move to Nashville 3 months ago from your hometown of Knoxville on the other side of the state, as it was still relatively close to home so you could easily go home for the holidays and visit your family. You stayed in your hometown to go to college there after high school, so these last few months have been your first experience with living on your own.

When you first moved here, you had picked up a waitressing job to pay your rent while you looked for more long-term jobs. Given that you had a bachelor’s degree in music theory, you knew that it wouldn’t be very hard to find a job that suited you in Nashville. This proved to be true, as you had found a flyer in a local coffee shop two weeks ago advertising that a music center close to your apartment was hiring a full-time guitar instructor.

Today, however, you actually got to sleep in. It’s finally the weekend and you can’t wait to finally relax and get some things done after a long first week at your new job. They had you teaching lessons from 9 am to 5 pm every day, Monday through Friday, with an hour lunch break halfway through. That isn’t typically seen as a very difficult shift, but this is the longest workday that you’ve ever had, given that you’ve only just graduated from college this past May.

You feel grateful for the opportunity to gain more work experience in your field, but you can’t deny that it’s been an exhausting first week. You plan to use your weekend off to get your errands done and have some much-deserved downtime.

You roll out of bed after scrolling on social media for a while and finally start to get ready for your day. You take a quick shower, brush your teeth, put on some makeup to make it look like you didn’t just wake up, and then tie your back into a long braid, leaving some front pieces out to frame your face. You return to your bedroom and change into some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, throw on your high-top Chuck Taylors, grab your keys, and head out for the day.

Early autumn in Nashville has proven to still be on the warmer side, but it’s just started to cool down a bit with a nice fall breeze, so you’ve been able to bring out a bit of a cozier wardrobe lately. Fall is your favorite season and you plan to take full advantage of your weekend off by spending it outside.

Your first stop for the day is your favorite coffee shop in Nashville, a little locally-owned café in Midtown. You say hello to your favorite barista and order a hot dirty chai and a chocolate croissant. You sit down at your favorite table outside and enjoy the surroundings and your coffee. After you’re finished, you decide that it’s such a nice day that it wouldn’t hurt to delay your errands in favor of a nice walk through Centennial Park. The wind is blowing lightly and it’s actually quite cool outside, so you stop by your car to grab your cardigan before heading into the park.

You walk up to the park and start walking down a beautiful, winding trail past the small lake. The wind is still blowing subtly, making tiny waves along the surface of the water. You continue, taking a deep breath as you smile to yourself about how lovely the atmosphere is.

As you approach a fork in the path and take the one on the right, you pass a small patch of grass where you find a man lounging underneath a large oak tree. He has laid out a blanket and is lying down on his side, holding himself up with one arm while reading a book.

The man is seemingly tall, which you can tell even while he is lying down just by looking at his long legs and torso. He has dark, shoulder-length curly hair and deep chestnut eyes. He’s wearing a tight, mock-neck tee and dark black jeans with rips on the knees, paired with a simple small chain around his neck and a pair of Nike blazers. You can’t help but find yourself staying to watch him read for a moment. You see him smile as something in his book makes him laugh to himself.

It feels as if something is pulling you toward him, some unknown force making you unable to look away or continue on your path. You’re unsure of what it is, but you decide that you should act on it. As you start to approach him, he notices your presence and looks up at you. He studies you for a few seconds as you near closer to him.

“Hi,” he says, smiling. “Hi,” you reply. You just look at him for a moment, unsure of what to say next that will justify your approaching him, before asking, “What are you reading?” His face lights up at the question like he had been waiting for someone to ask. It seems to be something that he’s passionate about, which interests you.

He slides his bookmark inside onto the page that he was reading, closes the book, and turns the cover toward you to show it to you. “It’s ‘As You Like It,” he says, looking up at you as you tower above him just a few feet away. “Ah, Shakespeare…” you answer awkwardly, looking down as your eyes move from him to the empty spot on the blanket next to him, “May I sit?” He nods, grinning and looking at you with a look that you can’t quite decipher.

You sit cross-legged on the blanket across from him and smile back at him. “Danny,” he says, reaching out his hand to shake yours. You take his hand and answer. “Y/N,” you reply. “I read that one not long ago,” you continue, “I really enjoyed it. The love that those two share is different from many other plays of his. I like that about it.”

“Yeah! That’s what I like about it too. There are so many plays about love at first sight but this one is different. Most of his plays portray it as only physical attraction that causes love at first sight, but Orlando’s love for Rosalind is so much more than that.” His smile has grown now, happy to be talking to someone who understands his love for this type of literature. He continues, saying “There’s a lot of plays that involve disguising oneself as the opposite sex, but in this play, it proves that their connection goes beyond the idea of physical appearance. Orlando bonds with Rosalind even when she is disguised as Ganymede because he loves more than just her beauty.” You nod your head, agreeing with him.

“What act are you in now?” you ask. “Act Three,” he says, opening the book back up and handing it to you to show you his place. “Oh, this is when it starts to get good! This is my favorite part of the play, in Act Three Scene Two.” You turn back a few pages to find the excerpt that you love, pointing to it and reading it aloud to him:

Nature presently distilled Helen’s cheek, but not her heart; Cleopatra’s majesty; Atalanta’s better part; Sad Lucretia’s modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts by heavenly synod was devised; Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, to have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

After you finish, you look up from the book to find Danny’s eyes trained on you. You feel your cheeks flush and you know that you must be a shade of pink by now. You continue, trying not to let it get to you, saying “Orlando’s poems contain so much more meaning than any other confessions of love in other plays, in my opinion. He feels as though God himself crafted Rosalind with the best features a woman could possess, not only beauty but also a pure heart. He believes that fate has brought them together, that he is destined to be with her and will do anything for her.”

He nods in agreement and chimes in, asking “Do you believe in that kind of stuff? Fate? Destiny?” while gazing at you, looking like he’s trying to read your mind. He doesn’t need to, though. You feel compelled to be open with him, although you’re unsure why. He’s a stranger, whom you’ve just not long ago, but something makes you want to talk to him for hours.

You gaze down at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers to distract yourself from how nervous you suddenly feel. “Yeah, I think so. I try to be in tune with the universe and its intentions for me as much as I can. If I feel like it’s trying to tell me something, I’ll always listen to it.” You pause for a moment before deciding to follow through with your next thought. “That’s kind of why I’m here, actually,” you say, glancing up from your lap to look at him.

He looks slightly confused by this answer, so you continue, saying “I was just walking through the park when I saw you sitting here and, I’m not sure why, but something made me feel like I had to approach you. It was like I was led here for a reason or something like that. I know that might sound crazy…,” feeling slightly embarrassed by your confession. “No! No, not at all! I understand what you mean. I had this feeling in my chest from the second you walked up to me. Seeing you felt almost natural. Like I already knew you somehow, but I didn’t,” he reassures you. The idea still perplexed you, however. You’ve trusted the universe every time before, but you still can’t place why it wanted you to come and talk to Danny.

“Do you?” you ask, meeting his eyes with yours, “Y’know, believe in fate and all that stuff?” He smiles, “Yes, I do. I like the idea of being able to trust that there’s someone out there that’s meant for me. It might be a bit silly or naïve, but it’s comforting for me. I think that when you find that person, you just… know.”

There’s some comfortable silence for a moment as you start to study his face. Danny truly was beautiful. His face was sun-kissed, his cheeks peppered with freckles, and a smile that could brighten up a whole room. You’re lost in thought as he breaks the silence. “What do you think the reason is?” he asks, slightly bashfully. “Why do you think the universe pulled you over to me?” He looks at you longingly, as though your answer will be life or death. You’re not sure what to say, but you try to answer him, nonetheless.

“I’m not sure,” you start. “I think that’s for us to decide. Fate is a force that holds us all together, but it can’t answer everything. I do know that I’m really happy I listened… What do you think?” You blush slightly after you finish and then look at him, waiting for his answer. You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but you have a feeling of hope in your chest.

“I think…” he says, tucking some of your hair that’s fallen out of your braid behind your ear, “that the universe decided to introduce me to an intelligent and breathtakingly beautiful girl.” He brings his hand down from your hair and places his hand on your knee, stroking his thumb ever so slightly intermittently. “And I think that I’d be an idiot to not take that as some sort of sign.”

You look up at him and smile, feeling flattered by his honesty. You place your hand on top of his, in the same spot on your knee. “I think so too,” you say. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth, softly kissing your knuckles. You sit there in silence once again, with an aura of contentment filling it.

He speaks again, still holding your hand in his. “This really made my day, in more ways than one. I’ve never had anyone to talk about Shakespeare with before. As much as I love my friends and enjoy talking to them about our common interests, like music, they all think that Shakespeare is boring. But Sam hasn’t opened a single book since we graduated high school, Josh only reads books on meditation, and all Jake ever wants to read is pirate novels, so what the hell do they know anyway?” he says, laughing to himself about the joke he just made. His laughter makes you smile wide.

“Well, I’m glad I could help. It’s been great talking to you. I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t really made any friends since moving here three months ago, so this felt nice. Since July, the only people I’ve talked to are the barista at the coffee shop down the road, my mailman, and my mom on Facetime.” You laugh to yourself, realizing how pathetic that might sound after saying it out loud.

He doesn’t care, though, and says “Hey, that’s okay! If I hadn’t moved here with my buddies, I’m sure it would’ve taken me a while to make some friends too. I lucked out there. You just have to put yourself out there, like you did today. Now you can say that you have one friend in Nashville.” This made you feel a bit better.

“So, friend, tell me about yourself. What brought you to Nashville?” he asks.  You smile at the way he says “friend;” his charm is certainly not lost on you. You’re sitting closer now, unintentionally. Ever since Danny had made the first move to touch you, all bets were off and you practically melted into his touch.

Your knees fell on top of his legs as he held your hand, rubbing slow circles on the top of it. “Well, I just graduated from the University of Tennessee in Knoxville this past May. I studied music theory, so I thought that Nashville would be the perfect place for me. So far, it seems like it is. So I think I’m finally starting to find my way.” He smiles at you; it seems like something you said struck a chord with him.

“A music lover? Another thing we seem to have in common. Do you play any instruments?” he asks. “Yeah, I play guitar the most, I just started a job teaching guitar lessons to kids. I also sometimes play piano, but I’m not as good at it,” you laugh. He replies, “That’s fantastic. I play guitar too, but I mostly stick to the drums. I can play a bit of piano as well, but not nearly as well as my best friend Sam. He’s a fucking prodigy.” He smiles at that statement; he clearly admires his best friend a lot. “We’ll have to take more about guitar, then. I’d love to show you my baby,” you say with a smile. “How about you, Mr. Mystery? What are you doing in Nashville?”

“Well, I grew up in Michigan, not far from Detroit. I met my friends while in school: Sam, Josh, and Jake. They’re brothers, Josh and Jake are twins, two years older than me, and Sam and I were in the same year. Sam has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. They’re all practically brothers to me,” he says. You can tell how much he cares for them by the way he talks about them, making you want to meet them someday.

“They always liked to make music, especially Jake, but one day in high school they asked me to play the drums in their band. I really didn’t think we would take off the way we did, but somehow our local gigs became bigger ones, then they turned into opening gigs, our EP won a Grammy and the rest is history. We stayed in Michigan for a while and we tried LA, but a few years ago we decided on Nash and we’ve been here ever since.”

You’re completely in awe. What are the chances that you’d stumble upon a handsome rockstar while on your walk through the park? It really shouldn’t surprise you; now that you think about it, he very much gave off the cool rockstar vibe. “So, what, are you like, famous?” you say with a smirk, teasing him a bit. You can tell that the confession made him nervous, unsure of what you might think of him after finding out what he does for a living.

“Maybe I am,” he answers, dripping in charm once again. “Well, rockstar, if you’re so famous, then what are you doing here, reading Shakespeare in a park and talking to a nobody like me on a Saturday afternoon?” This makes him laugh, which was your goal. Despite only having just met him, you want him to feel comfortable with you. “We’re on a break in our tour right now before our European leg, so I’m just trying to enjoy the downtime while I still can,” he explains. There’s some comfortable silence once again.

“Do you wanna know my favorite line from As You Like It?” Danny asks. You nod, and he continues. “Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?” He looks at you with what you think is a spark of desire in his eyes, though you shake that thought off immediately. You giggle and ask, “And why is that?”

“Because it reinforces the idea of fate. She’s saying that the truest kind of love is love at first sight. And I think I’m starting to understand why,” he says, leaning in toward you a little more and donning a smirk that makes you feel like you could just melt into a puddle right there. “Yeah, I think I understand too…” you reply.

He looks into your eyes and you stare back into the glow of his, almost amber in the light of the sun. I could stay here forever, you think to yourself. He shifts his gaze from your eyes down to your lips, then returns his eyes to you and asks, “Can I kiss you?” You nod and his hand cups your cheek, finally leaning in to close the space between you.

His lips are soft and warm, making you feel safe. The kiss is soft at first, you can feel the amount of love and kindness that his soul emits as if he’s passing it over to you and soothing any anxiety you might feel. You place your hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. You can feel the lust and passion flowing out of him through you, making you start to feel slightly light-headed. It was unlike any kiss you’d ever experienced before.

Danny pulls away from the kiss and caresses your cheek, holding his forehead to yours. “You are… everything I’ve been waiting for,” he says. You smile, running your fingers through his curls. You’re in awe of how beautiful he truly is. Destiny had been kind to you, it seems. You can already feel as though you were fated to meet here, today.

He looks up to see the impending sunset and checks his watch, realizing that the two of you had been sitting there talking much longer than he had thought. You watch him as he stands up and reaches out his hand to help you up. He picks up the blanket and folds it over itself a few times then tucks it under his arm.

He cups both of your cheeks with his hands and places another small peck on your lips, smiles, and says “Can I take you out? Tonight?” You laugh, “Hmm, let me check my schedule…” you joke, knowing that you have nowhere else to be, but still wanting to keep him on his toes. I guess my errands will have to wait, you think to yourself.

You both start to head out of the park toward where you parked your car, as he takes your hand in his and squeezes it tight. “Oh, shut up, you know you want nothing more than for me to take you out to dinner,” he jokes back, laughing. “You might be right,” you say, “And I might want more than just dinner…” You look up at him with a smirk, and he looks back at you with that look of lust that you’ve already seemed to make yourself familiar with.

It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it?

The End

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This Love - DR3 x fem!OC

Summary: An escape to Perth for a week helps Dan and Em to realise what they want. But they each have a secret to tell that could rip them apart before they can begin to fix each other.

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: Pregnancy loss, retirement talk, smut (piv sex, fingering, light choking)

A/N: A day later than planned, but the continuation of what’s going on to our babes in 2022! This part deals with some pretty heavy themes, so look after yourselves. Take this as a present for the 300 followers. Hope you like it and lots of love! 💜

June 2022

When Dan helped Em to bed that Monday night she didn’t really sleep. The fog that had clouded her thoughts and judgment basically since she’d left London was lifting and it was like coming back to 4K from an old VHS tape. The way she’d buried her thoughts and self in anything except thinking about what happened, the weight she’d lost, the way she didn’t feel like herself anymore. She’d buried her head in the sand and hadn’t realised what was going on until it was too late. She didn’t want to be like this anymore.

Having Dan there at her side helped. They’d decided to delay their conversation for the summer break, booking flights to LA to leave soon after the race there. It was a week talking about everything and building their relationship and a week of wine tours to celebrate her birthday. She knew it would be hard and they’d both struggle at points but it needed to happen. They were committed. They were going to tell the world about their relationship in Baku. It was going to work out for them. It had to.

Em tried to push the thoughts swirling in her brain aside but it didn’t work, her sleep fitful. She woke up to Dan kissing her forehead and she smiled up at her boyfriend. He was right there beside her and that wasn’t changing. He wasn’t leaving her. She could do this. She could talk to him about anything.

Grace and Joe were staying in Monaco and using it as a base to visit family in Italy while Em and Dan were packing for three weeks away, from Perth to Baku to Montreal. She had her packing list on her phone and Dan pulled it out of her hand.

“What happened to your screen?” He ran his finger along the broken glass, a plastic screen protector barely holding it together.

“It broke when I was away.”

“How?” She blinked and took a breath before answering. It was probably the most embarrassed she felt about how she acted when she was gone.

“I threw it against a wall.” That was a story for another day.

“We’ll get you a new one. It’s not safe to use like this.”

“Danny, it’s fine. I can get the screen changed.”

“No. Baby you’re gonna hurt yourself on it. You’ve had it nearly three years, you need an upgrade anyway.”

“Fine.” He kissed her and she smiled, not truly annoyed at him as he went to the bathroom. She was filling the case mostly for Baku and Montreal, she had clothes in Perth still. They were old but they’d work for while she was there.

Dan came out of the bathroom with the two toiletry bags, passing her the purple one she put in her checked bag and the clear one that went into her hand luggage. Em smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I put a box of tampons in too. It’s about time you’ll need them, right?” The casual way he said it made her want to smile, but it nearly broke her at the same time. She had to tell him everything.

“Things shifted when I was away. But better safe than sorry.” They finished backing and Dan held her for a few moments as she got herself ready to leave. Final hugs went to everyone else before they went to Nice airport to start the trek to Perth.

Dan held her hand the entire way in the car, and for once they decided to take advantage of the VIP service the airport had. Usually they didn’t bother, but today it was worth it. They were escorted through security and to the lounge to sit and wait for their flight to Dubai. It was packed, a side effect of it being the day after the Grand Prix. Most of the other drivers who didn’t live in Monaco had already left the principality but they were ignored by most of the clients there. Another Formula One driver wasn’t a big deal. They spotted Kevin with his wife and daughter sitting a few tables away, smiling and waving to them.

As she watched Laura sit in Louise’s arms, babbling away, Em felt another pang of longing and loss hit her. The memories of that day four weeks ago when she realised her planned but delayed trip to the pharmacy for a test wasn’t needed anymore. That the suspicions she’d had but was too afraid to confirm for a few weeks were right but she was too late. Sobbing on her childhood bedroom floor clutching her knees to her chest because she was in the worst physical and emotional pain she could think of. She was losing the last piece of Dan she thought she’d ever have.

He needed to know. She needed to tell him and it couldn’t wait until August. It couldn’t wait for months because, selfishly, she couldn’t live with the guilt of not telling him if it was what would break them in the end. The internet had told her that it wasn’t her fault. That losing a pregnancy before twelve weeks was common, that late periods because of stress were normal. That running your pill together for three months and then not taking it for two could throw your cycle into chaos.

She had no true proof of what had happened apart from her symptoms and suspicions but it was enough for her to know. The way the constant exhaustion had eased, how the tenderness in her chest calmed within hours. The nausea she’d had stopping even though she didn’t want to eat. The nearly two week long period when before she was ever on the pill she’d been like clockwork.

Em knew the truth of what she’d lost. And she knew telling Dan was going to hurt both of them. Now that she could think clearly there was no alternative to telling him. She should have tried to get in touch no matter what to tell him and he deserved to know now.

She was quiet on the flight to Dubai, both of them taking a nap through it. Em woke to Dan’s hand on hers, his arm stretched awkwardly over the screen between them so he could hold onto her. He loves her. That was what could get her through until they were alone.

Arriving in Dubai meant that they were escorted to the first class lounge to wait out the three hours of their connection. As they got to the door Em stopped dead in her tracks. Dan was pulled back by his hand because of it and he watched her stare at the door.

“Emmy? Is everything ok?” He asked as she shook her head and bit back the tears she wanted to let out.

“We haven’t been here since last year.” She could see the moment the realisation hit him of their last time in the lounge together. When they said goodbye and he was going to Perth for New Years and she had to go back to London. The beginning of the end of everything.

“We’re going to find a table and sit, ok? Just you and me and some food. That’s all, Baby girl.”

“Ok.”

He found them a seat on the opposite side of the lounge to last time, both of them slipping into seats. Food was brought to them that Em didn’t want to eat but made herself take some bites. Dan’s arm was around her as he held her close and pushed kisses against her head. Fuck the rules, they needed this closeness.

The second flight from Dubai to Perth was eleven long hours as they fought to stay awake to try stave off jet lag. It was caffeine and watching films together, pressing the play button on their screens so they could watch them at the same time. The flight passed slowly but she held Dan’s hand whenever she could. They stayed connected like that as they got off the plane and she put her carry on over her arm to go through immigration and customs. They only let go when she had to join the non Australian line at immigration. Dan watched and waited for her as he was already through.

“What’s the reason for your visit?”

“We’re seeing my boyfriend’s family. I’ve only seen them once in the last two years and I had to leave Melbourne pretty quickly when I did. We have a spare week so wanted to see them.”

“Is your boyfriend Australian? Is he travelling with you?”

“Yes he is. He’s already through if you look behind you.”

Even in a hoodie and jeans to beat the Aussie winter Dan’s smile was infectious. It was the same grin as on nearly every Optus ad in the country and Em could tell the exact moment he was recognised.

“Oh, of course. Enjoy being back.”

She rarely used Dan’s celebrity for her own good, if ever, but it was worth it now to get through without extra questioning. Instead they collected the bags and went through quarantine with a smile and handing over the entry cards. The treats that they’d brought back were approved and just over an hour after landing they were in the familiar surrounds of Perth international arrivals. Joe had given them the keys to his car so they didn’t need to rent one. Instead they piled their bags into the boot to go straight to the farm. It wasn’t too cold for Em but Dan hated the thirteen degree weather and put the heat on as soon as they got into the car.

Their original plan had been to get to Michelle’s from the airport to see everyone but they couldn’t face it. Em was desperate for the hugs from her niece and nephew, for Michelle to wrap her in the big sister hugs that felt so good, but she couldn’t keep her emotions together if she saw them. It took all of three minutes to choose takeout to order on the way home to the farm. They sat at the table as Em nibbled the pizza she’d gotten while Dan ate chicken and rice that mostly fit his race diet. Once they were finished they curled into bed, wrapped around each other.

They lay there in the dark, quiet room, not sleeping or speaking. Em took a deep breath and let out a sigh as everything was screaming at her to speak.

“Penny for them?” Dan asked and she blinked, looking up at him and realising that this was the moment she had to say everything out loud for the first time. “There’s been something on your mind since you came back, right? What’s going on Wrinkles? You know you cal always tell me anything.”

“I’m afraid if I tell you then you’ll hate me.” His arms tightened against her while she closed her eyes and felt a kiss pressed to her forehead. He was there. He wouldn’t leave.

“I can’t hate you. I promise, Baby. I could never hate you. I love you. If you want to wait we can until we’re in LA and we have our talk. It’s whatever you w—“

“No. I need to tell you now.” Em pressed a kiss against his chest, holding onto him so tightly that she thought she might break him for a moment. “I…Fuck. When I was in Liverpool I was late. I was really, really late Danny.”

His sharp intake of breath was enough to tell her he’d heard what she said, but he stayed quiet and pushed his lips to her head until she was ready to keep speaking. Em took a couple of quiet breaths before continuing.

“I had a plan. I was gonna take a test to confirm, and when it came up positive I was gonna call you after the race. You had a right to know, y’know? I wouldn’t have kept that from you. I swear, Dan, I never could have done that. But the day I had the courage to buy it and take it I wasn’t late anymore.” Trying to get the words out felt like a clog in her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she forced herself to push everything else out. “Remember when we were here for lockdown and how I was when things got too much? I was like that and I was alone and in pain and I was so sad. I didn’t know I wanted a baby. But I really wanted your baby. And then I had one and I lost our baby and it’s my fault and I’m so sorry, Danny. I’m so, so, so sorry for losing them. I’m sorry.”

Her sobs overtook her but Dan sat up in the bed and pulled her to him. She didn’t know how they ended up like that but she was in his lap. His arms wrapped around her as he rubbed her back, soothing her and trying to calm her tears. She’d lost their baby and the only things going through her head was that it was her fault and if she’d looked after herself and not let herself be so upset and angry then things would have been different. It was her fault. It had to be her fault, it couldn’t be anyone else’s fault because she was the one who couldn’t keep their baby safe. As her tears began to slow and the wracking sobs eased she could hear Dan’s constant murmurs while she calmed down.

“How can I blame you, my Emmy? It’s not your fault and I will never, ever say it is. You’re so fucking brave, Baby. You’re so brave for getting through this and doing it by yourself and I wasn’t there to help you and I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I’m so, so sorry that you didn’t think you could ask for help. I’d have been there in a minute, fuck everything else. Nothing else matters except you and me, Baby. You are wonderful and strong and brave and it’s going to happen for us. When we’re ready to have a kid we’ll get to. I promise you. You’re going to be ok. We’re going to get through this, you and me, like always.”

She clung to him as he spoke, a weight lifting off her shoulders. The miscarriage had been in the back of her mind ever since it happened, even when she hadn’t realised it was there. She’d been ignoring it since that day, nobody knew. But it was real. They’d lost their baby and she had hurt so badly because they had but they were going to be ok. They were going to make it.

“You back with me?” Dan asked as she stopped sobbing and he wiped at her eyes. His thumb wiped the tears away and all Em could see when she looked up at him was love. He loved her. Even after all this, even after her failure, he still loved her.

“Yeah I am. I’m not ok. I’m really not doing ok Danny.” They were some of the hardest words she’d had to say.

“I love you so fucking much. So much. I always knew you were brave anyway. Anyone who’s seen the crap said in the paddock knows that about you. You are amazing and wonderful and kind. We both know this is the kind of thing so many people have nightmares about. And you, my amazing and strong girlfriend, went through this on your own.” A watery smile went across her face as Dan pecked her lips quickly. “I’m sad we’re never going to meet that baby. I’m so sad we won’t get to see them grow up. But the worst part is that you went through that without anyone to support you. I’d have been there in a heartbeat if I knew. When did it happen?”

“The week of the race in Miami.” The pain was clear on both their faces. “I nearly texted Michael so many times. There was a photo of you—“

“The blonde who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Yeah. I saw that photo the day after it happened. Started. I guess. I tried writing and deleting a text a hundred times to ask him if you’d moved on but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to know.”

“Oh Emmy, baby. I was never going to move on from you. Ever.”

She believed him. She believed every word he said, every moment of them together. And that realisation made her curl against him even tighter.

“I’m so tired, Danny. I’m so, so tired.”

“You just sleep. We’ll see the kids in the morning before they go to school and we can pick them up after to bring them to dinner. Sound good?”

“That sounds really good.”

It was probably too early to go to sleep but for the first time in a week Em slept well with Dan’s arms tightly wrapped around her. She woke up to him shifting in his sleep with his lips against her forehead as he slept. She smiled as she woke and kept her head on his chest before Dan’s alarm went off to wake them.

“You up?” He asked as Em twisted her neck to loop up at him again.

“Yeah. You?”

“Just about. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She let out a breath she didn’t even know that she was holding as Dan caught her in a kiss. He grinned against her lips before letting go and watching her for a moment.

“I’ll put coffee on, we can get breakfast out later?”

“Perfect.”

They were able to take their time getting ready. Dan watched as Em got dressed in clothes she’d kept there, putting her jeans on and pulling the belt tight against her. It was an old belt but it was in a new notch. The jeans that she’d owned since the Chinese Grand Prix were loose around her legs and it felt wrong. She was physically and mentally exhausted and worn out and desperately needed to relax and spend time with Dan. He held her hand as they got into the car, Dan the one who drove back to Michelle’s home.

They arrived just in time as Michelle hurried the kids out the door to go to school. Isaac started asking who was in his grandpa’s car but when Em opened the passenger door and stepped out there were two excited yells as they sprinted to her. The force nearly knocked her backwards into the side of the car but Dan held her arm so she could keep on her feet. Bending down for hugs Isabella wrapped her arms around Em’s neck to be lifted for a cuddle and Isaac followed suit.

She shouldn’t have been able to lift them up. Not with how tired she felt, not with how weak she felt. But she made herself stand up with them in her arms. Dan’s hands were supporting her lift and helped her stay upright as she did, grabbing onto them and holding close. Michelle ran towards them in surprise and once the kids were standing on solid ground Em got a hug from her too. She was home and in her sister’s arms and even with how awful her body felt this was good.

Michelle had to go back to work but they both promised to be back for when the kids finished school to take the family out for dinner. But Dan and Em ended up in a hipster breakfast place Dan found online, sitting next to each other in the booth. She sat there with her caramel latte and avocado toast with a poached egg and listened to Dan’s accent get thicker the more he spoke to people. They could both tell he’d been recognised but the nice thing about Perth was that people left him alone there.

“I think this is technically our first date,” Em murmured and watched as he frowned and thought.

“Fuck. You’re right. I always figured our first official date would be something fancy. Bring you somewhere you deserve.”

“We’re sitting in Perth having breakfast together. It’s the first of many.”

“Yeah it is.” He grinned and gripped her hand while they finished what they were eating before leaving the cafe.

Em just followed Dan down the semi familiar streets. So much had changed in the two years since she’d been in Perth, stores closed and new ones taking their place. They held hands in the weak winter sun, still warm on her skin compared to England. Dan walked like a man on a mission until they arrived at their destination.

It was the Apple Store, quiet for the Thursday morning as they arrived. They went to the phones immediately, Em looking at Dan.

“You need a new phone, Baby. One that isn’t going to cut your hand. Which size do you need for everything?”

“Danny I can get this fixed.”

“Please? Fresh start. New phone, new iPad. You need a new iPad for work anyway, it was upgrade time. So we’ll get it all now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, both of them smiling as they separated from their first kiss in public. Em was still nervous about it and would have rathered just get her phone fixed but she knew what Dan was like when he got an idea in his head. So she held his hand as he explained exactly what they wanted.

“So it’s two 13 Pro Max phones, each one terabyte. Can we get a gold and a silver one? And an eleven inch iPad Pro with as much memory as you have.” Dan put the other accessories he’d picked up on the table beside the sales assistant, two cases for the iPad - one with a keyboard and one without - and two phone cases. Em’s was purple leather, Dan’s a bright blue silicone. She felt overwhelmed with the amount of money Dan was spending on her but just gripped his hand as he put it through his card. It was for them. Them as a couple, nobody else. It was worth it.

Instead of going back to the farm to come back to town they found a coffee shop to set up their new purchases. It felt a little ridiculous but Em loved it as Dan pulled her in for a selfie as he gave her a kiss on the cheek and set it as his Lock Screen. This was real. It was them.

“We’ll talk to Blake in Baku about when you start coming back to work? You left things easy for him to pick up so if you want some time you’ve got it.”

“What are you talking about, Dan?” She looked at him carefully. She’d quit her job. She didn’t have anything to go back to.

“I assumed you’d want to come back to work? If you don’t that’s fine. If you need time or anything it’s totally fine. But it’s there for you.”

“What about your new assistant?”

“What new assistant?”

It made the tears want to come out again. They hadn’t replaced her. She thought people were just keeping her replacement away but they hadn’t. They still wanted her. They always had wanted her and she’d walked away.

“Em. Emmy, look right at me ok? You and me.” She blinked the tears back to stare at Dan as he squeezed her hand. “We couldn’t even think about replacing you. Never. You’re right here and not going anywhere. And if you want to come back you’ll slot back in. If you don’t want to come back to work that’s also fine. It’s up to you.”

“I didn’t think I could come back.” The words were slow to leave her mouth, each one an effort as her panic started to recede.

“We wanted you back as soon as we could find you, Baby.”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“For loving me.”

“Always.”

Dinner at Michelle’s was fun. The kids enjoyed seeing their Auntie Emmy and Uncle Daniel when it was least expected, and the idea of a sleepover for two whole nights was exciting. Most of it was casual until Michelle half cornered Em in the kitchen.

“Are you ok?” She asked and Em shook her head.

“I…no. The last two months haven’t been good. But we’re getting through it.” Michelle wrapped her in a hug and it felt so, so good. They were close together for a moment and Michelle kissed her cheek.

“If you need anything we’re right here. No matter what’s happening between you and Dan we’re here. Especially if my idiot brother needs a reality check.”

“Don’t call my boyfriend an idiot. But no, it was both of us. We’re fixing it. It’ll take time.”

“Still, if either of you need anything. We might be the other side of the world but we’re here for you.”

“Thanks. For all of it.”

They left before it got too late, the two of them exhausted from jet lag and a busy day. Dan navigated the turns back to the farm easily, his hand on Em’s thigh. When they got inside she sat on the couch, opening the iPad to set it up.

“I haven’t looked at my emails since I left Melbourne. It’s going to be scary to look at, isn’t it?” As she finished speaking there was a crash, Dan smashing a glass that had been in his hand. “Danny?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. You haven’t looked at your email since then?”

“No. Why?”

“Fuck. I thought you knew.” He sat beside her and took her hand, Em staring at him as he did. “Two days before you came back I sent you an email. I…I’m retiring at the end of the year.”

“What?” The words were going around her head. Retiring. Dan. It didn’t feel right.

“Racing’s taken everything from me. It nearly took you from me. I can’t do this again. I can’t, Baby girl. I can’t do it. I’m not happy anymore, I hate this team, I hate the way they treat you and act about you. How they don’t listen to me and keep blaming me when it’s the fucking car. So I’m out at the end of the year.”

“Don’t do this for me. If you start doing this because of me you’re going to regret it.” The naked fear that he’d start hating her because of this decision filled Em. She didn’t know what she’d do if he hated her.

“It’s not just you. I don’t—“

“Do you still love racing?”

“Yeah. But not with McLaren. Not in this car. It’s fucking toxic.” She squeezed his hand and kissed him carefully.

“Then we’ll find a team for you. But don’t retire like this. Don’t let them chase you out of the sport you’ve loved. You’re the king of fucking Monaco, Danny. You’re an eight times Grand Prix winner, and you haven’t bottled multiple podiums the way your teammate has. I believe in you. So if you want to retire because it’s time then do it. If it’s like Kimi and you’ve done what you want to do. But not because you think it’s your only option. Don’t do that.”

His expression changed and Dan pulled her close. Kisses pushed against her head and she smiled up at him to kiss him properly.

“Do you really mean that? Mind another couple of years of travelling around the world?”

“I mean every word. This is your time, Danny. And in a couple of years we’ll move back and it’s my time. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He didn’t respond, instead lifting Em up and carrying her to the bedroom carefully. Her legs wrapped around his waist while he did, arms holding onto his neck for dear life. But she knew Dan wouldn’t drop her. She trusted him not to.

When they made it to the bedroom it was fumbling fingers, both trying to get the other naked and hold on at the same time. She gasped as Dan undid the clasp on her bra, his hands cupping her boobs for the first time in too long. He lavished kisses against them until he was interrupted by Em taking his shirt off, pulling her too him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

She moaned as Dan’s fingers slid through her folds, feeling where she was wet and slowly playing with her to make sure she was fully ready for sex. He held onto her cheek with the other hand. They each pushed soft kisses to their faces while they got ready, but finally Em positioned herself and slid onto Dan. The stretch as he entered her was perfect, everything she didn’t know she’d missed.

Every time Em tried to get a rhythm going Dan held her at her hip, slowly thrusting. It was shallow and didn’t feel like him, didn’t feel the way they always had sex. It just felt wrong and that terrified her. From the first time they’d slept together they’d always managed to make sex work. And now it felt wrong and if this was a sign of things to come then they wouldn’t be able to save themselves. She couldn’t lose him. Not like this. Not after everything they were fighting for.

“You can go like normal.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It was like a punch in the gut but Em held firm and looked at him. Her hand caught his chin and made him look into her eyes.

“I need my Danny back. I need the Danny who doesn’t treat me like I’m about to break back, the one who knows exactly what we need. We know each other so well, we know what we have. If we’re scared of each other this isn’t going to work for us. Baby, please. I love you and I believe in you.”

Em didn’t know what possessed her to do it but she took Dan’s hand from her cheek and carefully pressed kisses to each digit. The final one went to the centre of his palm. Watching Dan’s face carefully she pulled his hand from her lips and pushed it to the centre of her neck.

It had been their thing for so long she’d forgotten how it started. Her riding Dan, his hand on her throat controlling how she moved. She trusted him with all of it, with her. It was the ultimate way of showing how she felt.

“I love you and I trust you. Let me feel you, Baby.”

“I love you so fucking much.”

After the first proper thrust Em didn’t remember much else from the sex they had. She knew she came more than once because Dan would never let her be otherwise, and she knew his back was covered in scratch marks from her nails. Her boobs had love bites marked into them to mark her as Dan’s. The small spots where he gripped her hips to bounce her up and down would darken to fingertip bruises as well. There was a hickey on Dan’s collarbone that she knew Michael would kill her for but she didn’t care. It would fade.

But it felt right. It felt good. It was tiring and she was sore but Dan was all around her and it was everything. He brought her into the bathroom and ran the bath, helping her in and settle beside him. He even remembered a hair tie so her hair didn’t get wet.

“We’re going to make it.” Em said it determinedly, her voice quiet in the room. Dan pulled her even closer as she did.

“We’re gonna make it, Emmy. You and me, like we promised.”

“Yeah. We are.”

Dan helped her out of the bath and they got ready for bed, curling up with Em lying over him. A day ago she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, but now it felt like a new life for them.

“Ready for a weekend of chaos? I thought we could do the Zoo with the kids on Saturday, and Sunday bring them to the cinema and send them home hyper on sugar. Plus they want to spend time with you.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. We’re lucky to have them.” She could feel exhaustion hitting and kissed Dan’s chest once. “Gonna go sleep now. Love you.”

“Love you too, Emmy. Sleep well.”

For the first time in too many months, Em fell into a dreamless sleep with her boyfriend’s arms tight around her.

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LETS GO, but could I request something for dead by daylight then? Maybe Ghostface, Trapper and Wesker. Maybe they see another survivor getting too close with their s/o and they end up getting jealous👀 + nsfw?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Jealous Sex, Chasing, Canon Typical Violence, Character Death, Implied Blood Kink, Predator/Prey Kink, Chase Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Fucking in Front of Others, Bondage, Edging

Ghostface:

            He’s a jealous one by nature so it doesn’t take much to get Ghostface riled up. Other survivors talking to you for too long can set him off but this takes the cake. That person had touched you! Touched you! Of all people! Oh Danny was ready to see blood pour and he doesn’t know who’s he wants to see more.

            The decision is made for him when he catches you first, pinning you against the wall. The teasing comment on your lips dies when you see how intense he is. There isn’t a lot of time to react before he has you on the ground, knees bruised and mouth wide open.

            Ghostface isn’t gentle as he forces his cock into your mouth, groaning as you choke around him. He doesn’t wait and can’t help but move faster when you look up at him with tears in your eyes. He’s not going to let you go until you’re begging for him. No matter how long it takes.

Trapper:

            Evan is harder to get jealous, mostly because he’s confident that you would never go for anyone else. That doesn’t stop other people from thinking that you’re interesting, getting too close and being too friendly. He only usually finds about out it later; he wonders if you’re just oblivious or if you do it on purpose.

            No one is going to forget now of course. He has you pinned to the basement floor, pants yanked down right below your ass as he pushes into you. You’re wailing into the floor but pushing closer to him, arching your back and being so good. The person who was flirting with you is shocked, dangling from a hook above you. They’re face is a mixture of horror and shock, trying to figure out if they’re turned on or sick.

            Trapper doesn’t care, especially as you beg him to go faster. His dark chuckles fill the room as he speeds up, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing. His eyes are locked on the other survivor, watching as they don’t fight the Entity off. They’re taken with little fanfare, and he groans, leaning over you and slamming into you hard. He admires the way his fingers leave blood on your sides and grinds harder; he’s determined to get you both off before the hunt begins again.

Wesker:

            He hates it when other people touch his things, especially when he’s made is abundantly clear that you belong to him. The number of marks on your skin should speak for themselves but apparently those dull people with you aren’t smart enough to understand. Part of him wants to rip them apart, teach them a lesson in a way they won’t forget. The other part of him thinks that this is much more fun.

            Wesker admires the way your body bends for him, arms and legs lied to the wall behind you. Your legs are wide open and there’s no way you can escape, not that you want to. You’re completely exposed for him and he’s going to take full advantage of it. His gloves are stuffed in your mouth and your hard breathing is music to his ears.

            He wants you to be desperate for him. He wants you to burn for him, ache so badly you want him to consume you. He’s getting closer now; you’ve been edged three times already and are starting to shake, body pulling against the ropes to get closer to him. He chuckles and licks his fingers, finally pulling his pants down. He’s going to ruin you and you’re going to beg for him.

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