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come-into-my-parlour · 20 days

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Coming home to find a note from you covering a plate. I can't see what it's hiding but the note says Eat Me. How strange. I pick it up to see what's under it.

It's at least two handfuls of various pills in different colors and sizes. Hm, I've never seen so many different drugs in one spot before. I don't want to disappoint you but I'm scared. I read the note again. Okay.

I start taking the pills one by one and it takes me a long time to know for sure I'll manage to keep them down. Once I'm done eating what you left for me I see you've scribbled something on the plate. "Bed"

I go to our bed and see a pile of clothes. Crotchless lace panties, a bra that keeps my tits up but doesn't cover them, thigh high stockings, mesh gloves that end in a satin mitten-like fabric. I don't know what you'd want me to do but I guess I won't need to use my fingers for it. And, lastly, a collar with a bell. Well, that explains why everything is in cow print. Okay, I'll try anything once.

I put on everything you've laid out for me and I want to see myself wearing it. I go to the mirror and before I've even looked at myself, I see some writing on it.

"Good night, princess."

I read it and reread it, very confused. What do you mean?

But then I can feel my head get dizzy. The room is spinning and I'm on my hands and knees trying to keep it still. I can't. Everything is moving. I fall down and I think I pass out.

I wake up to sounds of cows but they're strange. There's also moaning, I think. I'm so confused. I can hear a lot of men's voices and panting and sounds of wet flesh slapping. Where am I?

I open my eyes but they feel heavy. I'm still a bit dizzy but in an instant, all that gets overshadowed by an overwhelming heat. My body is on fire. I feel hot everywhere, but especially between my legs. I think I'm wet but I can't move to touch myself and check. It's just now I realize im strapped to something, my hands and knees bound to it as I'm placed leaning on it. My tits feel heavy and sore as they hang low towards the ground and I don't know why they feel that way. I can't look around yet, my head is still spinning, so even though I fight it, I pass out.

When I come to, my breasts hurt so bad. I can feel water flowing on my thighs between my legs, and I'm drooling. I look around and I'm shocked.

There are dozens of women naked or wearing similar clothing to me, strapped to a wooden bench of some sort in the same position I am in. Each woman has a far off look to her and is either smiling blissfully or moaning in pleasure. I can see men surrounding most of them but a few are left alone and there are machines strapped to them.

I can see their breasts are connected to something that appears to be milking them. There's also a fucking machine pushing a dildo between their legs and a bucket placed between their spread legs. They're leaking so much I thought they were relieving themselves but it looks like it's just their arousal that's leaking that way. Is that even possible? Is that why I feel wet between my legs? Am I leaking in that same way?

I look to the women with men around them and see they're pounding their cocks in every hole they find while the women are being milked. I hear a few of them moo.

I'm so shocked and captivated by the sight before me that I don't realize you're standing in front of me.

"Good morning, princess." I look up to you and you look so normal and I look like this and I feel like crying.

"Now, now. No crying. The only places you're allowed to leak for me are from your pretty mouth, gorgeous breasts and from your needy pussy." You punctuate your words by touching my lips, the side of one of my breasts and barely grazing my pussy lips. But by the time you're behind me to do that, I'm screaming. It feels so good I'm blinded by the pleasure. I don't know how I didn't pass out again.

"Mm, I can see you're ready." You look to me. "Are you ready, pet? Are you ready to be milked and bred?" You're looking at me expecting something but I can't take this anymore.

"What are you doing to me? Get me out of this and take me home! Now!" I scream as loud as I can.

Before I'm even done with my tantrum you slap my ass cheek hard. Then the other one. Then come to my face and squeeze my jaw. You tip my head up so I can took at you.

"Cows don't talk."

I'm so shocked I gasp. You take that opportunity and shove your cock down my throat. You taste so good. You're so hard inside my mouth. I want to eat your cum. Let me. Please, let me.

No, what the fuck? Where are these thoughts coming from!? I start trying to squirm away but you're relentless. You keep fucking my mouth and I can feel the drool pool and leak down my chin. Please, feed me your cum. Please, I promise I'll be good to you. I close my eyes and moan in pleasure. I can feel my wetness drip straight in what i presume is a bucket like the others have. And even that sound is oddly arousing.

My tits feel like they're about to explode but the force with which you're fucking my mouth is making them sway back and forth and it feels so good. I moan around your dick and try to lick you. I look up to you and you must see the switch in my gaze because you smile.

"There's my good little cow. Are you hungry?" You moan and he doesn't take long before he spills inside you and you feel it slip down your throat. You choke a bit but make sure to swallow.

Only after he decides you must have swallowed it all does he pull out of you. He pats your head and says "Good cow." You smile at that with the same dreamy smile you saw on the other women.

The memory of that snaps you out of whatever daze you were just in and you start squirming and trying to escape your restraints. He frowns at you.

"Stop that, cow." But you keep going and you can see him getting angry now. He grabs your face again and leans in close.

"Listen to me now and listen well. This is your life now. I am your God, your master, you reason for living. You are my breeding cow, my toy to do with as I please. You are an animal and you exist to take my pleasure. You are nothing else. You are not allowed to talk. You are not allowed to touch yourself. You are only allowed to move if I am walking you on a leash. You exist for me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can be rewarded. The more you struggle, the more I'll punish you. And you won't like that, would you, cow?"

You look up at him with wide eyes full of fear. That seems to soften him a little.

"Listen, pet. I know it's a big change, but I know you can take it. I know you'll enjoy it. I know you'll love it as soon as you give in. I will take care of you. I will make your life heavenly. You know I can. You see these tits?" He touches one of your heavy breasts and you moan without meaning to. "I know they hurt and feel sore and heavy and I can take that pain away. I can make it feel so so good if you let me take care of you. That wet pussy that's still dripping in your bucket? I can fill it with so much cum you'll be leaking it for days straight in the bucket, mixing it with your pussy juice." You shiver. "I'll take good care of you, pet. So give in to me and don't fight me." You raise your eyebrows still not understanding. He sighs.

"If you're difficult, I'll have to let you go. But don't think that means you'll get away from here. You won't. This is your life now and there's no escape. But you'll be given to someone else. And if you're difficult with him, too, you'll be left in a shared paddock for common use. Is this what you want? To be a shared animal between dozens of men every day who don't care about you? Don't care to make you feel good? Hurt you just because they can?" You look at him with your frightened eyes again.

"At least I love you. I want to you to feel good too. I want you to love it here." He caresses your cheek. "Don't you want that, pet?"

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. If those were your choices, then yes. You do want that. You open your eyes and they're a bit blurry with tears. You look up at him with your eyes resolute. You will accept this. You will learn. He must see that because he smiles.

"Good cow. Now, let's take care of your udders."

He starts strapping the milking machine to your breasts and you've never felt anything like this before. You feel so sore but every time he touches you, you feel so good.

When he finishes with the straps, he presses a button and you immediately scream. It feels soo good. The suckers are pulling at your nipples and you start to moan so loud. Nothing else exists beside those suckers working your hard tips. You vaguely hear dripping and realize that your bucket is getting filled with your arousal.

Then you feel it. Milk. It's dripping from your breasts. The machine is actually milking you. You didn't think it'd manage. God, it feels so good. You forget yourself and start writhing your hips, trying to find pleasure. You moan and gasp and pant and move your body trying to find something, anything to touch your clit. You know it wouldn't take long before you cum.

"You look so good being milked, cow." You also forgot he was here. But as you look to him dazed and drooling, he's stroking his cock. You whimper at him.

"Time to breed you now, cow." You moan again and wiggle your ass as much as you're allowed to.

He goes behind you and you feel him align himself with your dripping cunt. He enters you in one hard thrust and you scream. You keep screaming as he pounds into you.

Between his hard unforgiving thrusts into your soaked pussy and the milking machine pulling milk out of your engorged breasts, you lose it. Your orgasm overwhelms you and you pass out again.

When you come to, you still feel hard thrusts between your legs. You whimper and moan and you hear him chuckle.

"Oh, good. You're awake for round three. I'm glad you didn't miss that one." And you hear him grunt and feel his hot thick seed inside you. He starts to pull out and you moan. No, not yet. More!

He slaps your ass. "Don't be greedy, cow." He pushes something back in you but it's not as big as you need it to be.

"That's to keep my cum burried in you until I'm back." He then picks up your bucket and starts spilling the liquid it collected on your ass, legs and back. You feel it dripping from your body to the floor. You didn't even realize you'd produced that much of it.

" There's my nice, clean cow." And he places it back down to its spot.

He kneels next to you and touches your breast. You moan and wiggle again.

"You're still tender but you're not giving me any more milk, so that's all of the machine time you're getting today. If you produce more milk tomorrow, I'll reward you with more time with the machine while I breed you. But if you don't, I won't let you use the machine at all for at least two days."

You gasp, scared that's even a possibility. The relief the milking machine provides is tremendous, but the suckers also give you tremendous pleasure. You need it. You need it like air.

"Now, let's see how you taste then." And he goes to collect some of your milk and drinks it while looking at your eyes. He closes his and sighs. "So fucking sweet." You preen.

He kneels by your face and whispers at your ear. "If you're good, tomorrow I'll drink it straight from the tit." You can't contain the moan that escapes you. He likes your reaction and pats your head. "Good cow."

He sits up and looks down at your big eyes bracing himself to leave you for the day. You smile and say "Moo."

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lilwifeynextdoor · 6 months

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I really can't think about much besides needing to do the dishes, tidy up, feed my boys, and pump my bloating tits.

#pregnant housewife #his baby factory #milk machine #lactating kink #lilwifey talks

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aihunksandgainers · 7 months

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"Ah, there ya go boy, easy...easy no need to freak out."

I groggily open my eyes to look at the man across from me. My arms ache of rope burn, and I realize I can't move them. I struggle against the rope but they're helplessly tied behind my back of the leather chair I'm in. I panic, looking back at the vaguely familiar hunk.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya, just...gonna have a little fun."

The gag in my mouth is soggy from my saliva. I quickly scan the room to try and figure out where I am. I notice a large, empty glass jar just to my left. Shelves scatter the room with lots of jars and unused mechanical equipment. The air reeks of aged wood and dust.

"We had quite the night last night. You *really* wanted to come home with me. Well, you're here." he scoffs.

He reaches over and pulls out a small black box from under my chair. He opens it and removes a cylindrical tube, about 8 inches long. A smaller tube comes out from the top of it. He connects the smaller tube to a long, overhanging tube that goes straight into the empty glass jar.

He then reaches towards my crotch, unzipping and unbuttoning my jeans, caressing my bulge for just a moment.

"Pretty heavy package there" he says with a smirk as he pulls back my underwear. My cock whips to life becoming erect quickly.

God, fuck. I can't resist his meaty hands touching my thighs. He notices my cock fully up and begging to be touched but says nothing. He moves the cylindrical tube over my cock. It's a tight squeeze but fits near-perfectly.

I squirm a bit in my seat, moving my hips side to side to loosen the ropes, but to no avail.

"Alright, let's see how you like this". He digs into his pocket and pulls out a small controller pressing the 'on' button. The small black box hums to life.

"We'll start slow, don't wanna burn you out. This is gonna be a marathon not a sprint". The tube starts to compress, removing the excess air. Then it slowly begins to move up and down my now-pulsating dick.

"Like it buddy?" I stare back with no response. But my dick gives another answer. "Let's see how long you can hold out". He turns some dials up and the tube gets tighter and begins moving faster.

I clench my butt as waves of intense pleasure overtake my body. I don't want to give this man the satisfaction of seeing me cum like this. Like a toy. But I'm completely helpless in the chair. I'm at his full mercy.

He smiles as he turns the dials further up. The tube is jerking me off like no one ever has. I can't resist. My cock is aching, my balls full and ready to shoot. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as cum sprays in the tube. Within seconds, the vacuum sucks it into the smaller tube and I watch as it transfers to the glass jar. The tube is still jerking and my sensitive cockhead screams for a break. I moan out of pain and pleasure.

"Wow, didn't last long. We hadn't even reached the max settings yet." He slowly turns down the dials.

"Alright, I'll give ya a few minutes before we start again." I begin squirming more intensely than before.

"Oh you didn't think that was it, right? It's just now morning. It's a nice Sunday and I'm enjoying our time together. Let's see how far you can go."

He leaves the device on my dick as it jerks slowly, just enough to keep me erect. He gets out of his seat and heads upstairs.

"I'll be back in a second, gonna grab something to eat. Don't cum without me boy." He walks up the stairs as I sit helpless in the seat, pants at my knees as the device keeps stroking me.

He reaches the door at the top of the basement, hesitates for a moment, pulling the controller back out and turning up the dials.

I scream through my gag as it moves even faster than before. He laughs and closes the door behind him as I wait for my second load to come.

Fuck, how am I going to get out of here. I moan loudly just as my cock pulsates and another stream of cum gets sucked into the jar. The device keeps going and I'm forced to endure it.

A few minutes pass and he reappears at the door with a sandwich and comes back down to his seat.

"Aw, you came without me? No break for you then."

#ai #gay #milk machine #gayhot #ai hunk #pov #gay story #story

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jhsharman · 1 year

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"Tail Tale"

I do not know how many times I heard a classic rock / aor radio DJ introduce the next song and band with, "They ain't related, but they Doobie Brothers." Mildly interesting that they did not try to force a change-over of records to cds.

Funny thing as Salem becomes gray. The dog he butts heads on gets a color change as well.

But not his "Feline brothers and sisters".

And we get political with a searing indictment of our economic priorities and the wealth gap.

A veritable Robin Hood.

#Archie Comics #Sabrina Spellman #Aunt Hilda #Salem the Cat #Doobie Brothers #Doozy Brothers #concert posters #bully dog #Punching bag #Magic spells #Milk machine #Stan Goldberg #1975

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cccollective · 4 months

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#milk #milk machine #almond milk #nut milk #home #emma chamberlain #oat milk #coffee #latte #latte art #kitchen #kitchen appliances #small kitchen appliances #modern kitchen

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lunaintraining · 8 months

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#send asks #cnc free use #send dirty asks #dumb wh0re #dms open #omorashi #forced slave #bimbo training #free use slvt #use me use me use me #slave task #hypno slave #milk machine #send anons #hypno toy #bimboification

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engorgedmilkypreggo · 4 months

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One week of constantly using my tens machine and my breasts are so achy! I didn’t think I would notice any changes this quickly. I also think my nipples are bigger. I’m sad I didn’t take before pictures so I could watch my progress and have a memory of my boobs before they become milk machines. My pump arrives tonight!

#inducing lactation #breast pumping #adult nursing relationship #induced lactation #lactating kink #baby factory #i need to be pregnant #mommy milkers #milk machine #preggo kink #pregnancy time #pregnancy kink #ready to pop #lactating breasts #fertility goddess #lactating women

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kirbyresearch · 1 year

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A steamer milk machine is an essential tool for anyone who loves coffee, cappuccinos, and lattes. With this machine, you can quickly and easily heat and froth milk to create the perfect creamy texture for your favorite coffee drinks. But with so many different models available on the market, how do you choose the best one for your needs? In this article, we'll provide you with a buying guide and review some of the top steamer milk machines on the market.

#steamer milk #Steamer Milk Machine #milk machine

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lilwifeynextdoor · 2 months

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I'm exhausted from taking care of our newborn, I finally get some down time and had fallen asleep for a nap and I wake up to my asleep and milk-drunken husband burping in my face. I'm trapped under him, I can smell the milk on his breath. My husband is so considerate, collapsing on top of me and sucking me completely dry. I can feel that my breasts are empty. Good thing we have bags of breast milk already stock piled...

The burps are just falling out of him and they are loud, and he snores :( I hope I'm able to fall back asleep... I doubt it. Meanwhile he has a warm full belly and is fast asleep, I'm so jealous.

I'm just gonna lay here and play on my phone send asks :)

#lactating kink #lactacting #hucow udders #mommy milkers #milk machine #send asks

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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fast food is the best course of action after causing a scene. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴʏᴀʟ ᴀʟ ɢʜᴜʟ ᴀᴜ

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Danny finds Sam easily.

She's right where she said she was over the phone: standing outside on a balcony, in Gotham, at Father's many charity functions.

("Would you still be willing to fly over to Gotham, Danny?" She asks, her voice ringing clear through the speakers. Danny is already climbing out his window before she even finishes her sentence. He was just about to settle down for the night, his ghosts would know better by now than to disturb him at this time. The Box Ghost not included.)

("Of course." He says, sounding more confident than he feels. Sam was one of his best— closest friends, he would do anything she or Tucker asked. Even if it means stepping foot into his Father's city. He drops down silently, and walks through the house's ghost shield. "Would you like me to bring you anything?")

(Sam sighs through the phone, relief leaking through. "One of the veggie burgers from Nasty Burgers would be great, with their new ecto-fries. Extra salt. I'm sick of all this rich people food.")

(A small smile pulls across Danny's face, tilting at the corner as his living form falls away to his ghost self. "Alright," he says, and kicks himself off the ground, "I'll be there in a few minutes.")

("Thanks, Danny.")

He had the bag of food with him, stored in a container he had to run back to the house to get that would prevent the food from cooling during his flight over. Clutching it in hand, he floats down behind Sam and sheds his invisibility.

Being visible and being invisible always felt different, but in a way Danny can never describe, no matter how many times he tries to think about it. It's like a gut-feeling, a sixth sense, he always knows when he's visible and when he is not.

His ghost form burns away like steel wool being lit, and Danny drops the last foot to the ground silently. In his other hand lies his thermos, but filled with plain ectoplasm — lazarus water. "I have your food."

(He brought the thermos for himself — his side was still healing from his last fight with Technus. The ghost impaled him with a broken pipe, and Danny returned the favor by wedging his sword into his chest. Technus had been quite offended by him ruining his favorite coat.)

Sam jumps a foot into the air, and her hand slams across her mouth to muffle the shriek she lets out as she whirls around. "Danny!" She hisses, her voice rising in pitch, and her eyes narrow at him into a glare. "Freaking-- Tucker's right, we seriously need to put a bell on you."

"You have been saying that for years," Danny grins, sharp-toothed and jack-knifed, and passes the container over to her. "And yet I've yet to see any kind of bell." He was going to start getting disappointed at this rate.

As Sam takes the container, Danny hops up onto the railing and looks around. He hadn't seen any of Father's other children lurking around the building before he revealed himself, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. He wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that their stealth skills were poor.

He wasn't that arrogant.

...Anymore.

"Oh you will." Sam threatens, unzipping the container and grabbing the takeout bag. "I'll get you a collar and everything, we can start calling you Catwoman." When she pulls out her fries, Danny snaps forward and steals one from the box, ignoring her indignant yell as he pops it into his mouth.

"I spent my own money on these fries, Sam." He sniffs, leaning away from her with a stifled huff of laughter as she swats at him. "So they are technically my fries. And also, Catwoman would be a poor thief if she wore a bell."

Sam grumbles at him, and takes a bite out of a handful of fries. "I'll venmo you money." She says past a mouthful of food, Danny would have been disgusted in the past, when he was still new. But he's gotten used to this... normality. So he makes no reaction to it. "How does three hundred bucks sound?"

Danny immediately frowns.

"Did you have a fight with your parents?" He asks, eyes glancing to the doors. Doors that are covered heavily by curtains and blurred heavily, decadent music passing through in muffled sounds. He shifts himself away from the light. "You only spend that much money when they've pissed you off."

Sam's chewing stops, and her annoyed expression falters into one Danny knows well -- hurt, furrowed brows, a small frown, disappointment -- and she turns her head away from him. She swallows. "Yeah." she says, quiet.

Oh.

Danny knows that tone too.

Guilt settles like a rock in his chest. He leans forward, "Was it about me again?" He wasn't blind to the disdain Sam's parents had for him, far from it. This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten into a fight with them over her friendship with him and Tucker. But especially him. He unsettled people, even after years of observing his age-mates and trying to mimic their behavior, and anyone who knew him in middle school knew it was an act.

Sam's silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the guilt heavies itself with the weight of the sky. Danny's never much cared about others' opinions of him -- he is (was?) an Al Ghul, they never heed to mind what the weight of a simpleton's thoughts.

But.. he cares a little a lot when it hurts his friends like this. He presses his lips together into a thin line, and forces the words out through his teeth. It sounds robotic. Al Ghul's do not apologize. "I... am sorry." But this one does. It doesn’t come easy.

Sam sighs through her nose, and turns to roll her eyes at him. "Don't apologize on their behalf when you won't even apologize for your own; their assholes." She says, and goes reaching for more fries.

It's a sign, a signal. A silent word for the conversation to move on, to change. A distraction. Danny grasps it with both hands, and makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. And like he has learned, puts a hand to his chest like a scandalized American southern lady. "I apologize! I apologize plenty."

She snorts. "Only when you think it matters." And pokes him in the ribs sharply with her fry. He withholds a wince and snatches it out of her hands. "You're about as unapologetic as they come, Danny J. Fenton. I've seen you look more sincere when you're trying to drive your sword between Vlad's ribs."

"Stabbing Masters is a very important task for me, Sam." Danny says in only partially faux-seriousness. Masters has yet to realize that Danny had no interest in becoming his son, but he had to (reluctantly) admire his persistence. "Of course I will apply myself to it as best as I can."

He grins triumphantly when Sam laughs, and she reaches over to shove him square in the chest. He barks out a laugh of his own as he grips onto the balcony railing and catches himself at an angle.

"Quit with your method actor talk," Sam retorts, grinning sharply while Danny twists himself back up elegantly. "I know you can talk like a normal person, I've literally seen you do it."

Danny sniffs, and snatches more fries from the carton as revenge. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Sam." He says, grin-twisting when Sam rolls her eyes. "My speech has always been this way. This 'normal' you speak of, I do not know it."

She waves her hand dismissively at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But if you keep talking like that, I'm pushing you off the balcony."

"Such violence, Sam."

He gets a laugh again, full of disbelief without any of the annoyance. "I'm gonna be the one that stabs you, oh my god. Pot meet kettle." She looks at him again, smiling.

Danny smiles back, and with a flick of his wrist pulls out a kunai from his sleeve. It was one of the few weapons Mother was able to pass on to him whenever she made her scarce visits. He cherishes it well, along with anything else she was capable of giving him.

He holds the handle out to her, and watches her face shift from disbelief to shock, then back to disbelief. "Then you're gonna need a weapon to do that."

"Of course you have a pointy object on you." She mutters, and takes the kunai and puts it in her purse. Danny makes a pleased hum, it resonates low in his core, and drops his hand. "When do you not have a pointy object on you?"

As if to make her point, Danny's hands twist near his side, and he holds his palms up to her, revealing the shobo he had also hidden on him. He gives her a shit-eating grin. "Never." He lowers his hand, and pockets the small weapon once again.

Sam huffs, "Of course," she repeats, "thanks. I was gonna bring a knife but..."

Danny finishes the sentence for her, kicking his feet idly and knowingly. "The security at the door?" He'd seen them on his flight over the building. It wouldn't do much in the face of the Rogues, but at least they were good at keeping appearances and keeping out the smaller threats.

He rolls his eyes and turns his head away, looking up to the ugly, smog-covered skies. There was no bat signal in the air, and while that was a good thing, Danny almost wished there was. He wanted to see it. "I saw, and I would’ve called Father foolish if he hadn’t hired help. He attracts trouble almost as badly as I do."

"Maybe it's hereditary," Sam jokes, laughing under her breath. With her fries finished, she started on her veggie burger. "At least your dad isn't a vigilante like you are."

Danny smiles wryly. It felt nice to be able to talk more freely about this. That he didn't have to hide the fact that his father was Bruce Wayne, now that Sam knew it from her own accord. Maybe he could have conversations like these more often. Even if it was limited to Bruce Wayne only.

(Even if it felt a little terrifying to know that his father was so close by, close enough that Danny could reach out and touch him. To speak to him. But how would he explain that? And with an audience?)

(He’s wanted to see him since he was a kid, and he still does. It clings onto him like a cough that doesn’t go away after the cold already has, and while it has faded over the years, it clings. His mother’s words still ring in his ears however; it’s not safe. It’s not safe.)

(And isn’t that why he faked his death in the first place? So that his little brother would be safe? Why he gave up the heirship, his home, his Mother, Damian, and his chance to meet his Father? Going to see Father, even now, would be throwing that all away. He has to stay away.)

(Why is Damian with Father if staying with Father was unsafe?)

He just needed to tell Tucker. Danny wouldn’t keep him out of the loop, he was just as much as his friend as Sam was. His eyes draw towards the door, where the golden glow of lights was still pouring through, where music was playing loudly. "Yeah, fortunately."

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, and Danny finally cracks open his thermos. The pipe Technus impaled him with was covered in a goo that Danny didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, his injury was taking its time healing. The ectoplasm was speeding it up.

He isn’t sure what the difference between the ectoplasm that Drs. Fenton collected and Grandfather’s Lazarus pools is, but there’s a difference. He swirls the thermos slowly, watching as the ectoplasm inside twists into a small whirlpool sluggishly.

When left alone, it thickens into a consistency similar to egg whites, or perhaps a thick smoothie, but reverts back into a water-like substance when moved and swirled. It was strange; unexplainable. He can understand, to an extent, why the Drs. Fenton are so obsessed with studying it and the dimension it comes from.

Sam watches him idly as he brings the thermos to his lips and drinks from it. The effect is instantaneous, a sense of relief washing over Danny as if someone had put a soothing balm onto an injury. It buzzes down to his fingertips, and when he lowers the thermos, he licks his lips and watches the tips of his fingers burn green like frostbite.

“Your hair turned white again.” Sam comments, her hand reaching out and touching the hair on the nape of his neck. While it’s not the first time Sam’s touched his hair, it still makes him tense up with her hand so close to his throat. Instinct. dan

He ignores the urge to bat her hand away, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed it does that.” He says, pulling down his bangs to see if they’ve also turned white. No, still black. He lets go. “Let me guess; my eyes are green too?” He lifts the thermos again and peers into the chrome casing.

Sam nods, “Yep, but it’s only the, uh.” She makes a circle around her eyes with her finger. “The iris part. Everything else is fine.”

Danny can see that. The faint reflection on the chrome casts back an intense green. He takes another sip. It chills the back of his teeth, and he can feel his canines warp and sharpen. He runs his tongue over them, and swallows.

Sam is still watching him, her fingers drumming against the balcony railing. “What’s it taste like?”

“Carbonated.” He says dryly, before taking a large swig. He couldn’t name a specific flavor if he tried, it changed every time he took a sip. The only thing that stayed consistent was that it tasted carbonated. And slightly sweet. When he pulls the thermos away, Danny twists his body towards her and offers it out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Want to try?”

Her reaction is immediate. Sam’s nose scrunches up and her mouth twists into a smile, and she makes a huffing-laugh sound. “No, thank you.” She pushes it away lightly with her fingers, “I don’t know how to explain to my parents why my hair is white.”

Right. Danny pulls the thermos away and puts it down beside him, straining his eyes to see if the rest of his hair has changed colors. Even just his first sip would take half an hour to fade back to its normal black, and he was a halfa. He had no idea how long it’d take to fade on Sam, who was human.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and Danny snaps his head towards the source. There’s a figure, small, a boy, trying to hide behind one of the curtains at the door. His form just barely peeking out from the angle Danny was sitting at. He wouldn’t have seen him if the boy hadn’t moved.

His fingers curl tightly into the railing, and he breathes in sharp. Sam’s smile crumbles away and she turns to see what he’s looking at. “I should go.” He says, and reaches for his thermos. “There’s someone spying on us. Don’t say anything, just look at me.”

Sam’s expression warps, twists. Her eyes widen, her jaw starts to drop before fixing itself into place, and her shoulders curl up and tense. She forces it all to smooth over, and she leans casually against the railing. There’s a tick in her jaw. “I see.” Her voice comes through teeth. “Do you think they saw you?”

“I am not sure.” Danny says. He keeps an eye on the figure as he twists himself over and grabs the Nasty Burger bag and the container. He tries not to look like he’s rushing. He is. How long has that boy been there? How much did he see? Did he hear anything?

“Father, fortunately, has privacy films on the glass. Nobody should have seen me unless they’re specifically trying to peep through the door.” He says. The boy seems to realize that Danny was starting to leave. And, his heart beginning to sink, instead of leaving, moves to grab the door handle instead.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Danny’s breath catches in his throat, he’s hoping that isn’t who he think it is. But how else would he have not noticed an eavesdropper on their conversation unless it was someone who was capable of bypassing those skills? He told himself that he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that his siblings’ had poor stealth. He got distracted.

Five years, five years. He refuses to let that go down the drain. He zips up the container and throws his legs over the other side of the railing, his back facing the door. He hears the doorknob click, and without a word to Sam, slips off down the side and down to the ground below.

Just in time. The once muffled music now sounds blaring as the door presumably is thrown open and the pull of invisibility washes over him like a second skin. He doesn't stay to see who it is.

#dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #first danny pov of the au! whoo!#danny's hair turns white if he drinks ectoplasm brrrrr and his eyes turn green. good for him #this sat in my drafts for the last few days until i finally finished it during class #it was a math class and i already knew the material so tis fiiiine. now i just need to finish my CFAU post rewrite :)#ectoplasm tastes like that time i went to go get pepsi from the soda machine and it was all out of the pepsi flavoring so instead i got a #cup full of carbonated liquid. it was disgusting. ectoplasm kinda tastes like that. sometimes.#danny smiles in this more than i thought he would but yk it fits. he IS more smiley around his friends and family.#ectoplasm is a weird non-newtonion fluid and danny is fascinated. its got the consistency of egg whites one minute and then water the next #its a water slime and then suddenly its as brittle as annealed glass. it heats up and rots like milk or it heats up and boils like water #it congeals. it thickens. it boils. it solidifies. it does whatever it wants. it gels and melts into a tar-like substance #how long has damian been standing there? good question. :) i almost had him open the door and make eye contact with damian before falling #backwards. i also almost had it be *bruce* and damian opening the door bc bruce found out that damian pulled a knife on sam and was gonna #have him come apologize. that would be a fun scene. prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact #imagery brrrr. had fun playing with how danny's ghost form works. if anyone has seen a video of steel wool burning thats how i imagine #danny's ghost transformation to be like.#also ayyy balancing danny's dialogue be like “how fancy should he sound and how Normal Teenager Should He Sound”#when sam gets home she catches tucker up to speed about everything including the convos with the waynes she had and they both form the #'“Fuck Them Waynes” squad. Sam has jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion about danny's separation from his family but in her defense.#it is a pretty sound conclusion to jump to considering the lack of context she has from danny's prior home life. which is almost none at al #so to her it looks like danny got abandoned by bruce wayne

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