#Daniel markowitz

[hail-dondus]

Sweet, Sweet Fred. Happy Birthday Freddo. Your smile, your joy, your kindness, your hard work, your enthusiasm, brings a smile to my face every day. So proud of you and everything you’ve achieved in just 25 years of life - can’t wait to see what the future holds for you 💛

[yearsbecomingcool]

nice guys finish last | daniel markowitz 18+

donate to gaza here | masterlist | part 1

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | you see how long danny can really last.

warnings | f!reader, sexual context, mentions of premature ejaculation, subby!danny, dom!reader, handjobs, degradation, titty worship, nipple play, & edging.

word count | 1.6k

a/n | if writing submissive men is wrong i don't want to be right. this was so fun to work on, it's been a long time since i've written any smut involving men so this was a bit of a challenge, but a fun one nonetheless. i'm trying to figure out which other character's of fred's i want to write for so if y'all have any requests pls share, i am a deeply indecisive person. also!! if you'd like to be on my taglist for future fics let me know!!

You’re sitting on Danny’s lap as he hangs his head in embarrassment. He can’t believe he just came in his pants from making out and grinding. He feels like a teenager again in the worst way possible. He gathers himself enough to speak, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands, “Hey. It’s okay, I’m not upset.”

“It’s just…it’s so fucking humiliating,” he whines. 

“Why? Danny…it was hot.”

He looks up at you, a bit confused. “What? I came in my fucking pants like- like a teenager. That’s embarrassing!”

“To you maybe. I don’t know…I liked it. It’s cute, I didn’t know I got you worked up like that,” you giggle, playing with his hair. 

“Cute? You’re messing with me, there’s no way you thought that was cute.”

You shake your head, “Some girls are into it y’know, I am at least. Makes me feel good to know that all I had to do was kiss you and dry hump you. Makes me think about how you’d react if I actually got my hands on you.”

“You want to touch me?” He asks it as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you think I was grinding on you for shits and giggles?”

He blushes bright red, “I just…didn’t want to assume anything. I-I don’t know.”

“You’re fucking adorable, truly.” 

You cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Danny, let me make this clear. I want to touch you, I think you’re attractive, I’ve been into you for years. Fuck whatever insecure thoughts are running through that head of yours, okay? It’s hot that you just came in your pants like that, I wanna see how long you’d last if I touched you for real if you’d let me.” 

He wets his lower lip with his tongue and nods his head. “Please…” It comes out small and pathetic. He winces as he hears it leave his lips. 

“Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, Danny.” You straddle his lap again, thighs on either side of him. Your hand goes down to his belt. “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t ask for it.” 

He throws his back against the couch, whining pathetically, his hips rolling up against yours. You reach down to pin his hips to the couch, “Be a good boy and use your words.” 

“God…you’re really gonna make me?” He asks breathlessly. 

“I mean unless you want to go off into my bathroom and try to get yourself off, then yeah, you’re gonna ask for it.” He’s only seen this side of you a couple times in his life and every single time he’s crumbled beneath your feet, ready to do whatever you ask of him. With other girls he’s been the one to take charge, but as you order him around he can’t help but melt and bend to your will. 

He closes his eyes and sighs, “Please…please touch me. I need it so bad.” 

His pleas are music to your ears. You smile down at his lap and start to undo his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. You lean forward and start to kiss his neck while you undo his pants. You don’t pull his cock out immediately, you’re gonna tease him first.

“Let’s make a deal, yeah? You hold off on coming till I give you permission and I’ll let you suck my tits. How does that sound to you?” 

He opens his eyes, glancing down at you hungrily. “I-I just have to hold it till you say?”

“Mhm, that’s all I need from you, pretty boy.”

“Fuck it, yeah, deal.”

You chuckle against his neck, your hand trailing down to his crotch. You begin to palm him through his underwear, whimpers falling from his lips almost instantly. “I knew that would work, fucking perv. Did you think I’d forget every time you’d look at my tits in my bikinis? You looked at me like you wanted to eat me, just wanted to bury your face in ‘em, hm?”

“Oh fuck me…” He mutters, his hips bucking up towards your palm, desperate for something more. “You noticed?”

“Danny, you’re as subtle as a brick through a window. You could’ve burned holes through them if you tried hard enough,” you laugh. You squeeze him through his underwear and his eyes shoot open like he was just given a shot of adrenaline. He whines so pathetically that you can’t help but smirk, “So sensitive…” 

“I can’t help it…I haven’t been with anyone since Allie,” he mumbles. 

“Forget about her, okay? I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. Promise.”

You tug his briefs down, his cock springing free. “You were hiding this from me this whole time? Allie was a lucky girl,” you chuckle, biting your lip as you look down at it. You hold your palm up to his mouth, “Spit.” 

“You want me to spit on it, shouldn’t you do that?”

“Sorry, should I just dip your dick in your Dr. Pepper?” You ask sarcastically.

“Please don’t.” He leans forward and spits into your palm obediently. 

“Atta boy.” You wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it at a slow teasing pace.

He mewls at your touch, his head falling forward against your neck. He places soft kisses starting at your ear, trailing down to your collarbone. He keeps his hands to himself as best he can, gripping your waist. “Can’t believe this is real…” He mumbles against your skin. 

“How many times did you touch yourself thinking of me, Danny?” 

He whines, “So many times. I felt so guilty every time, just couldn’t get you out of my head. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He begins suckling marks into your delicate skin, you whine as you get him off. 

You pick up the pace, watching how his body reacts to your touch. Part of you is shocked he’s held it this long after how quickly he came before. “Pervy boy…getting off to your best friend like that, should fucking punish you for it. Do you even deserve to cum again tonight?” You’re teasing, of course you’ll let him cum, you’re not cruel. It’s just way more fun to watch him squirm. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry! I-I just…you-”

“Hm, shut up. Fuck the deal, gonna give you what you need.” You tug your shirt down with one hand, your bra exposed. “Don’t make me do all the work here, it’s not gonna suck itself.”

He reaches forward to tug your bra down as well, he starts to kiss down from your collarbone to your breasts. He leaves marks every now and then, leaving a dark trail you know will leave you wearing turtlenecks for at least a week. He spends his time marking you up, he’s wanted to do it for years. He reaches up for your nipple, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting a whine from you. He smirks as if he’s won, you squeeze his cock softly to remind him who’s in charge. He lets out a strangled yelp and bucks up into your hand. He takes your nipple into his mouth, suckling at it as he moves his hand to tweak the other. You pick up your pace, muttering a mix of praise and degradation.

“Pretty fucking boy, you’re so good for me. Bet you spent so much time fucking your hand imagining doing this to me, hm? Bet you felt so guilty seeing me after, poor baby couldn’t get me out of his head. You’re doing better than I thought, didn’t know you could handle a pretty girl's hand around your cock. Could barely handle a kiss before.” You laugh as he suckles at you.

He’s practically fucking your hand at this point, bucking his hips pathetically. You squeeze your hand around his cock, stroking him and keeping the pace of his thrusts. His eyes squeeze shut and he moves his mouth to your other nipple, whining against your skin as he feels himself getting closer. He suckles harder, causing you to wince at the slight pain. You tangle a hand in his hair, pulling his face flush against your breast. He lets out a strangle moan and spills his seed against your lap and into your palm. As he comes down he suckles at your breast as if he’s soothing himself. 

He finally pulls away, breathing heavily. You bring your fingers to his mouth, “Clean ‘em up for me?” I ask. He brings your fingers into his mouth, sucking till they’re clean. You pull them from his mouth, wiping them against his t-shirt. You grab his chin and lift his head, you smile at the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He grins bashfully, leaning his head back against the couch. “I didn’t know you could be so mean…or that I’d like it so much.” He lifts his hand, trailing his fingers over the marks he left on you. He looks proud of them.

“You owe me a turtleneck for these y’know, we’re lucky it’s winter.” 

“Hm you could just show ‘em off instead. Let everyone know I left ‘em there,” he numbles.

“Who knew you could be so possessive,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“Look at you, if I don’t leave a mark I’ll never get another chance.” He sounds sad.

“You’re going to get many other chances, the night’s still young, I haven’t come yet…and tomorrow I might wanna wake up with a pretty boy between my thighs,” you tease, stroking his hair gently. 

“Fuck…I feel like I need to clean you up instead. Another round in the bath maybe? Your hot water got fixed, right?”

You chuckle, “Yeah, fucking finally. C’mon, I think you owe me an orgasm or two.”

[medievalharlot]

High Endeavours 彡 Daniel Markowitz X F!reader

Pairing: Daniel Markowitz x smart f!reader

Synopsis: The two of you get high and Danny ends up venting to you while you ride him

Wordcount: 2,7K

Tags: Smut 18+ minors dni, fluff, Danny has a praise kink, cowgirl, p in v sex, reader has been kind of a shit friend, intoxicated sex, sex with protection (wrap your willy kids)

A/N: Fic number two! There is way too litle Daniel content on this platform. Please enjoy!

He was glad to have you back home again. It had been hard for him having you away at college while he was stuck at home. He had no job, no papers and nothing to do without you here. Ever since the two of you met in highschool, you had always been the smart one. It was no wonder you went to college. You were always the one passing tests without studying too hard, the one that was always on top of her game. It was why you met in the first place. Daniel was failing algebra hard, not once had he passed a test, until the teacher had asked you to tutor him. The hour of tutoring after school turned into late nights at the library and getting kicked out by the librarian for staying too long. You helped him pass algebra and in return you got a life long friend. Late nights at the library turned into hangouts that turned into sleepovers. The two of you were like two pea’s in a pod.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t proud of you, he was extremely proud of you. His best friend, you, majoring in neuroscience. Every time you told him about a class you passed, or a research proposal that got approved he cheered with you. It had just been a little hard not having you near the last few weeks. Allie basically broke up with him, his grandma went missing for a day and he felt like a complete failure. Daniel needed you more than ever but you were busy with school. He would never blame you for not having enough time to reply to his texts or pick up when he called. You both lived seperate lives now, he had seen the Instagram stories with your new friends. It stung a little, but it was fine, he was fine. You were here now, even it was for a few days.

“Thanks for picking me up Danny.” You dragged your suitcase over the doorstep to your childhood home. It was just like how you remembered. The photo’s were still arranged the exact same way, a sense of familiarity in the mess that was in the living room. After months of studying, writing and reading it was good to be back. It was even better to see Daniel. You felt guilty for not being there for him and you had missed him terribly.

“It’s fine Y/N. It is good to have you back, this town isn’t the same without you.” He smiled and sounded genuinely happy. Clumsily he helped you drag your other bags inside. Both your parents happened to be on vacation while you were back home, a miscommunication that had you ranting to Daniel for hours. Daniel was secretly quite glad about this arrangement, it ment he could stay at your house the entire two weeks you were home. You never turned him down when he asked to sleep over, you wouldn’t this time either.

“You sound just like a cowboy.” You chuckled softly. “Only instead of the town not being big enough for both of us, the town is big enough for both us.” With an exhausted sigh you sat down on the couch. “Do you mind staying tonight? It feels weird being in a house this big alone.” It was like you read his mind. He joined you on the couch, as soon as he did you leaned your head against his shoulder. Being around him felt good, it felt comfortable and right.

“Yeah sure, only because you asked nicely.” He teases. If he was honest he would walk on thumbthacks for you if you asked him nicely. It was something that had always annoyed Allie. Often the two of them would fight about how Daniel was always talking about you. He knew she was right and that his friendship with you was different than with his other female friends, he just couldn’t help himself.

“Is your grandma okay? I mean from what you told me she went on quite a journey.” You lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him.

“Yeah she is fine. I think it was actually good for her in a weird way.” He chuckled and shook his head. “This guy Ben, you remember Ben right, she has been hanging out with him a lot. ” He told you.

“I am glad she is alright. Would be a waste to see that sassy old lady go so soon.” You looked a him and got up. “Come on, let's get these upstairs.” Softly, you kicked the suitcases on the floor.

Your bedroom was exactly how you left it. All your trophies lined up, degrees on the wall and of course, your photos with Daniel. For a moment you just stood there, so many memories. You had grown out of this version of you. When did that happen?

Daniel quickly burst you out of your thought bubble by placing his hand on your shoulder. “Getting sentimental now, Y/N.” His eyes found yours, a teasing look in them.

“Oh shut up.” You playfully gave him a push. “It’s weird. For years this was my bedroom, now I just feel like a guest.” You lifted one of your suitcases on the bed to open it. “This is going to take forever to unpack.” Sifting through your clothes you realised just how many pairs of socks you brought.

“Did you pack for a trip to Mount Everest or something.” He watched over your shoulder. “And who needs that many socks.”

“Obviously, I do. You never know when the sockthief might strike.” You laughed as you placed your laptop on your desk. “I need to finish his proposal. Do you mind waiting?”

It stung, but he wouldn't tell you that. Of course you were busy with school, when weren't you? “Yeah sure.” His voice betrayed his dissapointment.

“I swear once I am done I have surprise for you Daniel.” You smirked as you grabbed your laptop and placed it on your desk.

“Really now? Thats a deal.” He fell down on your bed.

Daniel had nothing to do but scroll on his phone while you were busy typing away. With no job or school most of his afternoon's were spend like this. In bed, doomscrolling. He ended up Allie's Instagram, she seemed so happy. With a sigh he looked at the photos. You had taken notice and grabbed his phone.

“Hey!” He shot up to take back his phone.

“Stop looking at her page. This way you’re never getting over her Danny.” You close Instagram and throw his phone back on the bed.

“We didn’t break up, we’re just on a break.” He corrected you. Allie had been there for him while you were away, filling the hole you left behind in his life.

“You need to get your mind off it.” You stood up from the chair, closing your laptop. Finally, you were finished. “I have just the thing to help you with that.” With a grin you walk to one of your many bags, digging through some stuff until you pulled out a little tube. It had a joint inside. Danny didn't know you smoked? What did they do to you at that school?

“You smoke?” He asked you with a tone that made it seem like he didn’t believe you. You were a good girl, never stepped out of line.

“No, of course not!” You said defensively. Just because you didn’t like breaking rules didn’t mean you didn’t like to let loose sometimes. Slowly you got closer to him. “I just.. thought it would be fun to try with you?” You titled your head, a playful half-smile on your face. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Danny hesitated for a moment. He had smoked weed before, but that was a few years ago. The problem was that he always spoke his mind when he was intoxicated and spilling his guts to you on the first day didn’t sound that smart to him. He watched you plop down next to him while you were still holding the joint. “Alright.” He gave in, he was never one to deny you.

A few minutes later the two of you were sitting on the old leather couch in the basement. You feared that the smell would stay in your room if you smoked the joint upstairs and you knew for a fact that your parents would kill you if they found out. With your leg tucked under you and your body facing Daniel. The joint was pressed between your lips as he lit it for you. You took a deep inhale and as soon as the smoke hit your lungs you started coughing. A silent ‘oh fuck’ left your lips as you passed it to him.

“Oh so you weren’t lying about never having done this before.” Daniel teased you before also taking a hit. He did it with a little more grace than you, the smoke leaving his mouth as he tilted his head back.

“You look like a dragon when you do that.” You laugh as you snatch the joint back. With a lot less coughing you took another hit, and then another and another. Before you could take a fourth he took it out of your hands.

“Quit hogging it, you’re gonna get sick like that.”

The joint lasted quite a few rounds and both of you were now plastered on the couch. The saying ‘as high as a kite’ suddenly made sense to you. With heavy eyes you looked at Daniel. Sweet Daniel. He had always been kind to you. You still remember the first time you met him. His stupid grin had dethawded your cold behaviour towards him within the first tutoring session. You missed this, missed him. You hadn’t been a good friend the last few months, you knew that, but you hoped these few weeks would make it up to him. Oh sweet Daniel. Your hand had found it’s way to his thigh as you softly brushed your thumb against him. It wasn’t your intention for it to be a sexual gesture, you enjoyed touching people when you were intoxicated. For you it was nice way to feel connected. But the longer your hand lingered on his thigh, the hotter your skin felt.

Daniel knew that you enjoyed having contact. He knew that very well. It didn’t stop his dick from getting hard from the soft and gentle movement of your fingers. The weed had removed all filters in his mind so he just blurted out. “You’re gonna give me boner if you keep doing that.”

It took a few seconds before the words hit you. “Sorry, this weed has me horny ‘n shit.” You lifted your hand to rub your eyes. He watched you silently. Really, he tried to have some self control but your words had effect on him. Deep down he knew he two of you had always been more than just friends, Allie was just a distraction because he knew he wanted you. But being with you felt like tying you down with him. With no degrees or job he would just be a bother. He would hold you back when all hewanted was to see you soar. In the fog of his high, his lips found yours. And to his surprise you kissed him back.

It was a slow and sloppy kiss. You crawled onto his lap as your hands we’re already trying to take of your shirt. The dial went from 0 to a 100 quickly. Never being one to take things slow you were half naked grinding down on his hard-on. One of his hands was on your shoulder brushing away your hair, the other groping a boob. You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. The thought of having sex with Danny had been on your mind a few times, more times than you liked to admit, but you never thought you would end up actually fucking him.

“You sure ‘bout this.” Your lips were on his neck as you slurred your words.

Daniel couldn't think straight. “Yes.. yes please just..” He squinted his eyes shut as you pulled his dick out. More words than that weren’t needed. You gave him a few pumps before looking at him.

“Condom.” You muttered suddenly, getting off his lap to desperately search for one. He sat there. His legs slightly spread, breathless, his boner on full display and mind clouded from the weed. Once you found one you climbed back onto his lap. You ripped it open with your teeth and slowly rolled it onto him. Without waiting another second you lowered your wet pussy onto him, feeling him deep inside you and fulling you up so nicely. It had been a while since you had a good fuck.

Daniel groaned, god you clenched so thightly around him. It felt like his head was going to explode. His hands found it’s way to your hips and held them as you slowly rocked. “Missed you so much..” He mumbled softly against your neck. After months you were finally here again.

You pressed your lips against his once more. The pace was sloppy, the sex was messy. Lewd sounds filled the basement. In his haze Daniel started to ramble. “Everything has just been so hard without you. I am such a failure and you’re so..” He panted as you nibbled his earlobe. “So great.” He groaned.

“Hey Daniel?” You paused for a moment and smiled. “Shut the fuck up okay?” With a swift moment you pushed him down on the couch as you sat up straight, the leather was cold against his skin.

“You’re such an amazing person.” While saying the words you could feel him twitching inside you. Is this what he was into? You leaned forward and pulled his shirt up to his chest, planting kisses on his stomach. “And you’re so talented and funny.” A whine left his mouth as he curled his hands gently in your hair. “And so loving and kind.” It didn’t surprise you that he had a praise kink and you were happy to give into his desires.

You straightened your back again and lead his hand to your breast again. His touch tingled against your skin, you should definitely have more sex while high. With another thrust of your hips you threw your head back. The sight alone had Daniel nearly bursting. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum.”

“I know. ” You threw you head forward and with half-lidded eyes you stared down at him. He couldn’t stop himself from spilling all inside the condom from the sheer confidence you said those words with. Damn you truely were perfect. With a loud groan he came and sent you over the edge as well. Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall making you almost collapse forward.

You laid on his chest for a moment, just catching you breath in silence. His arm wrapped around you, holding you close. The only sound was the two of you panting.

“I meant what I said Daniel.” Eventually you break the silence. You wanted him to know you cared. “I am sorry I haven’t been as present in your life as I should be.”

Daniel was certainly surprised. “Hey it’s okay, you’re here now aren’t you?” He gave your arm a squeeze. “Maybe I should drive to your dorm every once in a while too.”

“You’d do that for me?” You turn to look him in the eye. The smile that you loved so much greeted you back.

“Of course. When have I ever told you no.” He chuckled. You laid back again. Laying there with him felt right. This is what you wanted, who you wanted. It had always been him but you were just to busy to wrap your head around that. So smart and yet still so dumb.

“I do need your help with a favor tho.”

“With what?”

“Do you know how to get your ID replaced?”

[punkrockmlchael]

NSFW Alphabet - Daniel Markowitz

Masterlist | Fred Hechinger Characters Masterlist

Daniel Markowitz x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Mentions of: Sex, Cum, Sex Positions, Masturbation, Kinks, Oral (male and fem receiving), Toys, Watching Porn, and probably way more, afab reader

Word Count: 2815

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Danny is the sweetest after sex, really. Running to grab you anything you need or want. He’ll help you clean up, he’ll offer you one of his dirty (he tries to find the cleanest one) shirts off for the pile on his floor along with your panties and give you a small kiss on the head before he leaves in his boxers and comes back with an armful of snacks and drinks. He’ll put on soft music and hold you close while you both laugh with each other eating his latest snack hyper fixation (right now it’s the pretzels he got from his grandma).

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Danny will never admit it to anyone but his favorite body part on himself happens to be his hands. He claims he can’t do anything with his hands, but that's a lie. He’s amazing at gaming, those fingers will move across a keyboard and controller gracefully… but, he also is really good at pleasing you with his hands. Slowly running them up and down your body, slowly squeezing your hips and waist, slowly running them over your thighs… Danny is just always touching you with his hands and it honestly is a huge turn on for you. When it comes to his favorite body part of yours, Danny happens to love your entire body but if he really really had to choose just one it would probably be your thighs. He loves running his fingers and hands up and down your thighs while you’re riding him, he loves to grab your thighs and pull you closer to him, he definitely loves to bury his head between your thighs… he is a thigh guy, through and through.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Danny really likes to cum inside of you. And, when you finally get off of him and he sees both his cum and yours trickling down your thighs? Yeah, that makes him ready for another round or two or three. He just loves claiming you and seeing that shit really makes him fold in half. He actually really just likes it when any of his cum gets on your body, too. He’s just… obsessed with claiming you (cumming on your body), I guess you could say.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Danny used to have fantasies about you before you started dating. You two started out as friends and got closer and closer before you just started dating. But, when you were friends he would daydream about you, he would have so many sexual thoughts about you and he would have some occasional wet dreams about you, too. He couldn’t help it, he was a little whipped over the pretty and funny girl that he was lucky enough to call his friend. And, well, now that he calls that same pretty and funny girl his girlfriend? Those thoughts definitely are still there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Seeing as how you and Danny met in high school and started dating roughly after graduation, it’s safe to say that he has had some other sexual partners in the past but that doesn’t really mean he’s the most experienced. If we’re being honest, most of his experience comes from watching porn on late nights while rubbing one out but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He definitely knows what he has and how to use it, being sure to please you as much as he possibly can each and every time. In his mind, it doesn’t matter how much experience or practice you’ve had, it’s how you perform and that truly shows for him.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying):

Danny’s favorite position is cowgirl, honestly. He just loves it when you’re on top, when you’re riding him, when you’re using him to please yourself. He loves to see your face contorted in pleasure as soft moans and whines escape your lips. Sometimes you two just have full on conversations while in that position too, like. You’ll just take your seat and talk about your day while his hands grip your hips, helping you move up and down. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc):

Danny cannot take anything seriously to save his life. He is literally a goofball that will do anything and everything with humor. He will make small jokes here and there while you are having sex and he will just be sure to show you his true self always. He usually will sit on your couch and pat his lap gently with some stupid line like “your seat is waiting.” In between the kisses on your neck and chest he will also just start laughing into your skin (it tickles) because he’ll be thinking of some stupid joke he said weeks ago. And when he tells you the joke, shocker, it’s not really very funny at all but, hey, he’s laughing and tickling you so you’re laughing and he’s counting that as a win!

H = Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc):

Danny really doesn’t groom himself down there much, if at all. Occasionally he will trim it up and keep it nice and neat but honestly, he really likes it to be all natural as much as he can. That stands true for pretty much all the hair on his body (really, you’re never seen him get a haircut in your life), but his little happy trail and slight stubble that sits on his lower stomach is actually what makes you drool. (No, like, when you ride him… sometimes the hair from his happy trail will rub up against your clit and make it all the more enjoyable for you). Danny just happens to really like to be all natural with his hair and that’s something you really enjoy about him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Danny really always tries to make sure you feel loved and respected whenever you two have sex. Whether it be simple little kisses on your neck and chest, simple kisses on your lips, or just constant little murmurs of “I love you” from him… Danny will make sure that you feel loved and cared for as much as he can. Yeah, you’ll occasionally have sex and just talk during it but even then he’s listening to you, nodding along to what you say while still whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

J = Jack Off (masturbating):

Danny will masturbate, especially if you aren’t around. He did it more when he watched more porn (which was before you two started dating), but occasionally he will still rub one out here and there if he’s feeling super horny and you’re not there (like when you’re on a little work trip or vacation). But, if Danny had the choice he would pick the real thing: sex with you over masturbating by himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Praise kink. Danny definitely has a praise kink. Hearing you tell him he’s being such a good boy, taking it so well, making such pretty noises for you… yeah, that shit makes him crumble. All he wants to do is please you and make sure you’re content so when he knows he’s doing that, it’s so rewarding for him. He also has some very deep rooted mommy issues, and so he has a slight mommy kink as well that goes hand in hand with the praise kink. There has been one time where he accidentally said mommy in bed and when you didn’t laugh at him or belittle him, he fell harder for you. 

L = Location (their favorite places to do the do):

Danny enjoys being pretty basic and having sex standardly in his own bed. If at your apartment, he also loves to take you on the couch but that’s really just because he loves when you’re on top and leaning over to give him kisses while you’re riding him. There was one instant, though, where you two had sex in the back of his car and that still lives in his brain rent free. You were driving together to some date night and he ended up getting lost, pulling over in an empty parking lot really late at night and you two just started making out as a date instead. One thing led to another and you were riding him in the back seat of his car while still pretty much fully clothed. (He really wants to do that again, just say the word and he will).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): 

You wearing Danny’s clothes really gets him turned on. Whether it be that stupid ripped black sweater you throw on when you’re cold, whether it be one of his stupid graphic tees; it literally doesn’t matter. When he sees you in his clothing it’s like something inside of him snaps, he feels so possessive that he just wants to pull you into his lap and take you while you’re still in his clothes. 

N = No (something that wouldn’t do, turn offs):

There isn’t really much Danny won’t do in bed, especially if you ask him to. He tries to try anything he thinks you or him may enjoy. But, after trying it once he will not choke you in bed. He doesn’t know why it’s just, not something that he likes. Deep down he’s scared that he’ll hurt you in some way or form so he opts to just not do it. (He prefers to spank you and slap your ass anyways).

O = Oral (preference in giving, receiving, skills, etc):

Danny really likes to go down on you. He loves giving, he loves living between your thighs while you moan and groan above him, pulling on his hair constantly. Yeah, he loves when you get on top of him and take a ride but if you gave him the chance, every single round of sex would involve him going down on you at least once. Danny just loves to know he’s making you feel good, he loves to feel your thighs tighten around his head, he loves the sting of your fingers curling around his hair and tugging at the soft and messy locks… he just adores it. His hair is always a mess, everyone knows that, but when his hair is a mess from your fingers running through them while he's going to town on you? My god, that makes him hard all over again.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc):

Danny actually really likes to take it slow when having sex (unless you’re in a time crunch). He would rather spend the time talking to you, running his hands over your body and just… take his time loving you. He absolutely loves being with you and close to you and taking his time with you makes sure that you know how much he cares for you and loves you. The soft kisses, the small gasps, the tight squeezes on your hips; yeah, all of that is what Danny lives for so he’s going to keep it slow and soft because of that.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc):

Sign Danny up for any and all quickies with you. Even if it’s just a makeout session that ends in a blowjob or him going down on you, yeah, he’s here for it. The quickies on the couch at your apartment before you have to go to dinner together are really his favorite because you have dinner with his parents and grandma every Sunday at 5pm, so every Sunday at 4:30pm you are on the couch at your apartment, giving him a little bit of a ride. You have never once been late to family dinner, though! At least, not yet…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc):

Danny is not a huge risk taker, if we’re being honest. On occasion he will be down to try a new position or experiment slightly in bed but very rarely does he initiate anything like that… usually it’s you coming to him with those suggestions and ideas. He will, however, take the risk to have sex in the back of his car again, if you want; no seriously, he’s begging you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

Danny could probably go for two rounds if you wanted. But, to him, the amount of rounds you have at a time doesn’t matter because of how he is as a lover and in bed. If going two rounds, he makes sure that one of those rounds involves him going down on you before you two actually have sex together (and, you’re not complaining). If you want to have sex with Danny, though, just say the word and he will make himself ready for you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?):

Danny has some toys but only because he wanted to try them out. He has a vibrator that he got for you and while it’s a cool and fun little difference in the bedroom, it’s not really something that comes out all the time. He’s seen his fair share of porn with toys but most times he thinks it’s so fake that he’d rather just enjoy your company and be in the moment with just you and him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Danny doesn’t really tease you too much, and if he does… it’s usually an accident. He just loves to have his hands on your body and his hands on you, and most times, his wandering hands will be a bit teasing in nature whether that’s something he meant to do or not. When you’re having dinner with his family at his grandma’s house, he sits next to you with his left hand always on your thigh under the table, rubbing soft and sensual circles along the skin (or fabric) there. He never means to do it on purpose, his hands just seem to always have to be moving and fidgeting with something and most times that something just happens to be you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc):

Danny is so pathetic in bed; he’s so loud and whiny (and needy). Any small touch from you, any small movement, he is gasping and moaning a little louder than he intended to. It’s really funny, actually, because you’ve seen him ramble on and on before and when it comes to having sex together, all of his words fail him and he’s left speechless… just some gasps and whines as he begs for you to keep going. 

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for them):

Danny is a huge gamer, he loves to play on his Xbox, he loves stupid online games and even occasionally loves to stream for the solid 5 people that’ll watch him. He loves when you sit in his lap while he plays on the Xbox. You’ll snuggle against his chest, reading a book or scrolling through your phone while his arms are wrapped around you, resting happily on your boobs as his fingers move across the gaming controller with ease.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Danny is pretty average in length but has some girth to him with a slight and small curve as well. He’s slightly veiny as well (especially when hard) and those veins definitely feel like heaven.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive):

Danny is so so so horny like all the time. He’s a horny little gremlin, but really only when you’re around. He just loves to be close to you and hold you and kiss you and if sex happens from that (it usually does) then that’s okay with him! He really just wants to be as close to you as often as he can, and what’s closer than being inside of you?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Danny definitely would fall asleep instantly after sex if it wasn’t for his snack breaks with you. On occasion, he will just snuggle up next to you and fall asleep, snoring in your ear while his head rests on your shoulder. And, while the snoring may be a tiny bit annoying, he’s just so cute as he lays there and snores all snuggled up next to you. (He wakes up later and swears he wasn’t snoring but he was, he definitely was).

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[bumblebeeswrite]

"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."

maybe?? with our boy—

BEST FRIENDS | DANIEL MARKOWITZ

summary: danny has always been your best friend.

cw: fluff, anxiety, sexual joke at the end, kissing

The chipped mug warmed your hands, a small comfort against the hollowness that had taken root in your chest. Rain lashed against the windowpane of Danny’s small apartment, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Another one bites the dust, you thought with a bitter laugh that didn't quite reach your eyes. Mark had been… well, Mark had been Mark. Charming on the surface, but ultimately shallow and unwilling to truly see you. The breakup had been messy, punctuated by his bewildered protests that you were “overreacting” to his blatant flirtation with the waitress.

Danny had been your rock through it all, as he always was. He’d answered your tearful call at midnight without a hint of annoyance, offering his couch and a steady supply of bad television and even worse jokes. Now, a few days later, the initial rawness had faded, leaving behind a dull ache and a weariness that settled deep in your bones.

“Rough day?” Danny’s voice was soft, pulling you from your thoughts. He settled onto the worn armchair opposite the couch, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.

You managed a weak smile. “You could say that. I just… I don’t get it, Danny. What is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?” The question hung in the air, heavy with years of accumulated disappointment.

Danny set his sandwich down on the small table beside him, his gaze serious. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re… you’re amazing.” He stumbled slightly over the last word, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

You scoffed, the sound devoid of humor. “Amazing at picking the wrong guys, apparently.”

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Look, those guys… they were idiots. They didn’t see what was right in front of them.” His eyes met yours, and there was a sincerity in them that made your heart flutter despite yourself.

A comfortable silence settled between you, interrupted only by the drumming of the rain. You watched Danny, the way the lamplight caught the slight wave in his blonde hair, the familiar curve of his lips when he was deep in thought. You’d known Danny since forever, practically. You’d navigated awkward teenage dances, celebrated small victories, and weathered countless heartbreaks – mostly yours – by each other’s sides. He was a constant, a safe harbor in the often-turbulent waters of your life.

“You know,” Danny said after a while, his voice low, “if we were dating, I’d take you to all the best places.”

Your eyebrows shot up, a genuine flicker of surprise breaking through the gloom. “Oh yeah? Like where?”

A small, hopeful smile touched his lips. “Well, first, there’s this little Italian place downtown, Marco’s. They make the most incredible pasta carbonara you’ve ever tasted. And then, there’s that overlook on Route 17, the one where you can see the whole coastline? The sunsets there are unreal.” He was warming to the subject, his eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm you hadn’t seen in a while. “And we’d have to go to that quirky little bookstore with the hidden café, the one with the mismatched chairs and the owner who always recommends the weirdest books. You’d love it.”

He continued, painting a picture with his words of cozy dinners, breathtaking views, and hidden gems. You found yourself smiling, a genuine smile this time, as you imagined these outings. They sounded… nice. Simple, thoughtful, real. Everything your recent relationships hadn’t been.

As his voice trailed off, a playful challenge bubbled up within you. “So, what’s stopping you?”

Danny’s eyes widened, a look of utter surprise washing over his face. He blinked a few times, as if he hadn’t quite processed your words. “Excuse me?”

You leaned back against the cushions, a newfound boldness stirring within you. “You said, ‘if we were dating, I’d take you to all the best places.’ Well, we’re not not dating. So, what’s stopping you from taking me?”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words and years of suppressed feelings. Danny’s gaze was intense, searching yours, as if trying to decipher if you were serious. You held his gaze, a nervous flutter in your stomach but a determined glint in your eyes.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Are… are you serious?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, Danny. I think I am.”

A slow smile spread across his face, chasing away the surprise and replacing it with a warmth that made your chest ache in a completely different way. “Wow.” He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous energy suddenly radiating from him. “Wow. Okay.”

He stood up abruptly, pacing the small living room. “Okay, best places. Right. Well, we should definitely start with Marco’s. I can make a reservation for tonight. Or tomorrow? Tonight? Yeah, tonight. Tonight’s good.” He was rambling slightly, a charmingly flustered look on his face.

You chuckled, the sound light and genuine. “Tonight sounds perfect.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his smile widening. “Perfect. So… this is a date?”

“I think,” you said, meeting his gaze steadily, “this is a date.”

The air crackled with a new kind of energy, a shift in the dynamic you’d shared for so long. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. You’d always felt comfortable with Danny, safe. But this… this was different. This was stepping into uncharted territory, a territory you’d secretly longed to explore for years.

Over the next few weeks, Danny made good on his promise. He took you to Marco’s, where the carbonara was indeed heavenly and the conversation flowed easily. You stood hand-in-hand at the Route 17 overlook, the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant hues, a comfortable warmth spreading through you as Danny’s fingers intertwined with yours. You spent an afternoon lost in the quirky bookstore, discovering hidden literary treasures and sharing slices of surprisingly delicious lemon cake in the hidden café.

Each outing was a revelation. You saw Danny in a new light, not just as your steadfast friend, but as someone who saw you, truly saw you, with a depth and appreciation that had been missing in your past relationships. He noticed the small things – the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passion for photography, the way you hummed along to the radio in the car, the way you always ordered your coffee with an extra shot of espresso. He listened intently, his gaze unwavering, making you feel like the most important person in the world.

There were moments of awkwardness, of course. The tentative brush of hands, the lingering gazes that held unspoken questions, the nervous laughter that filled the spaces between words. But beneath it all was a genuine connection, a foundation of years of friendship that made navigating these new waters feel less daunting.

One rainy Saturday, you found yourselves back at Danny’s apartment, curled up on the couch watching an old movie. The rain pattered softly against the window, a soothing soundtrack to the comfortable silence that had settled between you. Your head rested on Danny’s shoulder, his arm draped loosely around you.

“You know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “you were right. These are the best places.”

Danny’s fingers tightened gently on your arm. “They’re only the best because I’m sharing them with you, sweets.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets draped around you. His eyes were soft, filled with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Danny,” you began, unsure of what you wanted to say but knowing you needed to say something.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered, his voice husky.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t a dramatic, movie-worthy kiss, but it was perfect. It was soft and hesitant at first, then grew in confidence, a silent acknowledgment of years of unspoken feelings finally finding their voice. When you pulled apart, a breathless smile touched both your lips.

“So,” you said, your voice a little shaky, “what’s next on the ‘best places’ tour?”

Danny’s smile widened, a genuine, heart-melting smile that made your stomach flip. “Well,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “there’s this one place… it’s kind of private.”

He leaned in again, and you knew, with a certainty that settled deep in your soul, that this was just the beginning of finding all the best places, together. The rain outside had stopped, and a sliver of sunlight peeked through the clouds, painting the small apartment in a warm, hopeful glow. For the first time in a long time, you felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. You were finally where you were meant to be.

[fan-of-everything]

fred hechinger in Thelma (2024).

yes, i took screenshots while watching it, the quality is horrible. i couldn't help it, he's too gorgeous.

[autistic-gothic]

my baby boy💕

[confused-disaster32]

Fred Hechinger characters have so much gender and I wish to acquire it

[janis01127]

I mean,Fred Is american right? cause why do most (or all) of his characters has lastnames that are not usually typical American?

For example the most recent one, Hochberg?,Oh and what about Warshavsky?,Kravinoff,Markowitz, Kalivoda,Mossbacher???

I mean, I'm not from the United States, maybe im wrong, but I was interested in his characters' last names 🤔

[snazzynacho]

My Thelma dvd arrived hehehe Fred Hechinger here I come

[medievalharlot]

Guys look how cute my boyfriend is

FRED HECHINGER as DANIEL Thelma (2024)

[yearsbecomingcool]

good boy | daniel markowitz 18+

donate to gaza here | masterlist | part 2

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | your best friend is there for you after a shitty day at work.

warnings | f!reader, me ranting about working retail, drug use, sexual context, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, subby!danny, and grinding.

word count | 3k

a/n | the lack of fics for daniel is insane to me so naturally i had to fix that. thelma is amazing and you all need to watch it, super fun and cute!! i'm so thankful the screenplay for thelma is up online because i used it as a guide for daniel while writing. there will be a part 2 to this i swear. next fic is going to be for caracalla and I'm very excited for it. if y'all have requests for any of fred's other characters please feel free to send them in :)

There’s nothing you hate more than a customer who comes in at the last minute. You were at your retail job, clearing the last of the hangers out of the fitting room when you heard the front door open. You glance over at your coworker, giving her an annoyed look. You drop your voice low, with an empty store and the music turned off it won’t take much for your voice to travel. “Who comes into this place right before closing, who needs jeans at 9:51pm?” You groan.

“Let’s just hope they’ll be quick.” She returns to sweeping up the fitting room. About five minutes later the customer, a middle aged woman with a haircut that screams ‘I will call your manager over nothing’, walks into the fitting room holding a pile of jeans. You decide to grit your teeth and open up a room for her before wandering off to the back to find your manager. You put in the door code and head into the back, pounding on the office door where your manager is counting the registers already. If this woman tries to pay in cash you all are fucked. You hear your manager putting up the money and she opens the door just a crack. “We just had someone come in to try on like ten pairs of jeans, should I tell her that we close soon, or?”

Your manager sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “I’ll handle it in a minute, just let her try it on for now and put someone at the front to make sure no one else comes in.” You nod in response and head back out to the floor, sending someone up to the front before you slip into one of the fitting rooms. You open your texts, a small blue dot next to your conversation with Danny. Sometimes you envied him being unemployed, right now is one of those times. You open up the conversation, smiling down at his message. He had finally watched the horror movie you’d suggested ages ago and was telling you how much he loved it. You type up a quick response as you hear the other fitting room door open, you slip your phone into your pocket and slip back out.

“Do you carry anything not…ugly?” She asks, motioning down to the pair of atrocious jeggings she’s tried on. You internally cringe at the printed on pockets and crease lines. 

You put on your best customer service voice and nod, “Yes ma’am. Do you know what you’re looking for?” 

She gives you a look that makes you want to quit on the spot, “If I knew what I was looking for do you think I’d be trying on so much shit?” 

You manage to stay calm, giving her a strained smile. “Well if there’s anything I can help you look for just let me know.” The woman shuts the door in your face and you sigh, slipping back into the fitting room you were just in. You pull your conversation with Danny back up and type out a text to him.

please tell me you’re free tonight, work is making me lose my mind 

You slip your phone back into your pocket and try to keep yourself busy. It’s ten minutes past close now and you’re getting more annoyed as every second passes. As you’re fixing the clearance section for the hundredth time your phone buzzes, a new text from Danny. 

i am

what time are you off? 

You smile and type back a response

i was supposed to be off at 10:30 but some karen came in and is trying off half the store

so when i know i’ll let you know

i need canes so bad tonight 

His response comes quickly. 

canes sounds so good 

do you want me to pick you up or?

You bite down on your lower lip, trying to decide. 

yeah

do you wanna stay over tonight?

a movie night and canes maybe?

Your phone buzzes again with his response.

sounds perfect

mom is driving me up the wall again

You send a thumbs up react and head back to the fitting room to see if that customer is gone yet. You sigh in relief when you see the door is open and then immediately want to bash your head into the wall when you see she left every single item she tried on in the room and on the floor. You can hear your coworker locking the doors and feel relieved that she’s at least gone now. You snap a quick picture of the mess and send it to Daniel.

i love my job.

He’s quick to reply, the message coming seconds after yours. 

canes will fix it

promise

You smile down at the message and quickly type out your response.

if it doesn’t i bought more edibles last week

You ignore his next messages to fix and put back the items she had left in the fitting room. You hold down the button on your walkie, “Are we still getting out of here at 10:30? I fixed all the stuff she left.” As soon as she replies you send Danny a quick text to let him know to be here at 10:30. You pray the next 15 minutes will go by quickly as you find things to busy yourself with until finally you can grab your things and leave. As you all walk up to the doors to leave you smile at the sight of his car in the parking lot, parked right next to yours. 

As soon as you’re out you’re quick to run to his car, knocking on the passenger window, scaring the shit out of him in the process. You throw your head back and laugh at the sight of him dropping his phone and screaming. He unlocks the door and bends down to scoop his phone up off the floor. You’re still laughing when you get in. “Holy shit, I forget how easily scared you are.” You drop your bag to the floor next to a crumpled Wendy’s bag and buckle up, leaning back comfortably in his seat. 

“You’re such a dick,” he mutters, still recovering from how you scared him. 

“You looooove me,” you tease, reaching over to ruffle his already messy hair.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you need to sleep at night,” he jokes, buckling up and turning the car back on. 

You sit in silence for a minute as he drives out of the parking lot. “Thank you for coming to hang out, work has been such a goddamn nightmare lately…I’ve missed you.” You say softly as you play with the rips in your jeans. 

He smiles, his cheeks turning pink, “I’ve missed you too…I started taking those classes at the community college last month. I’m not taking a lot but they’ve kept me a little busy.”

“I’m glad you’re doing them, I thought you were gonna lose it having to be stuck around your parents constantly,” you chuckle. As sweet as his parents are they can be a nightmare to be around at times, you think they’re why he’s so anxious but you’d never say that out loud.

“They’ve been driving me insane today, I keep telling them it’s so hard to get anywhere to call back but they think it’s bullshit. They haven’t had to apply for a job in like 30 years, they think you can still walk in and get an application,” he rants. 

“Oh my god…there’s no fucking way. Every time someone comes in to get an application we have to tell them to apply online, I feel like an asshole every time I have to tell them. Y’know you should come work with me, it sucks but it’s something at least. We’re hiring.” 

He smiles, “Maybe I will, then I can get paid to annoy you.”

You groan playfully, “Y’know what they actually just filled every position so-”

“Oh fuck off!” He laughs, pulling into the packed Canes drive through. 

“Do you know what you want, or?” 

You cut him off, “You have my order memorized by now.”

He holds his hands up defensively, “Hey! For all I know you could’ve picked tonight to branch out.” 

You roll your eyes, “When have I ever branched out with food a day in my life?”

“Fair point…” 

As you sit waiting for the line to move you glance over at Danny, you grab his wrist, examining the rip on his cardigan. “Dude, you need to throw this out, or like go get it fixed.” 

“If you think that little rip is bad just look at this.” He leans forward to show you an even worse rip towards the back of the dark blue cardigan.

“Jesus did something take a bite out of it? You know we sell one that looks a lot like that, I could always get you a new one.” You offer. 

“I like this one, it’s soft. Just let me wear it until it falls apart.”

You sigh, “I think it’s about halfway there, bud.” 

Silence falls over the car again, you scramble for something to fill it. You regret the first words out of your mouth. “So, how are things with Allie?” 

His face sours, he looks down at his lap trying to come up with an answer. “She’s got a new boyfriend…seems like he’s got his shit together, so y’know, that’s uh…good.”

“Shit, dude…” You place your hand on his shoulder, “She’s missing out. You don’t have it all together yet, and that’s fine, but you still have a lot to offer.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “You sound like my grandma,” he sounds amused.

“I still can’t believe she pulled a fucking heist to get her money back…what a legend.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “I don’t know how she pulled it off still, she’s incredible. God…I was so stressed that whole day.”

“Yeah, I know, you were practically blowing up my phone. But hey, I’d do the same if my grandma pulled something like that.”

He turns to you smiling, “Well if she ever does you have an expert to help you handle it,” he gestures to himself cockily.

“I’m sure you’ll be great at helping me freak out.”

He smacks your thigh playfully, “Hey, be nice if you want me to pay.”

“Right, right, can’t upset my sugar daddy…”

“Fuck off,” he cackles, rolling his eyes.

Once you get your food he starts heading back to your place, you feed him his fries while he drives, the radio playing softly in the background. “It’s a good thing we both got extra sauce, I don’t know why they don’t just sell bottles of this shit already,” you say as you dip another fry into the sauce for him. 

“If they did, I think we’d be enough to keep them in business,” he laughs.

Back at your place Danny makes himself comfortable on your plush couch, it was one your grandma had been nice enough to donate once you got your own apartment, a one bedroom just big enough for you and your cat. You retreat to your room to grab your edibles, a small baggie with candy that looks similar to Airhead Xtremes. You toss the bag into his lap as you plop down next to him, grabbing your Canes box off the coffee table. “Don’t take a lot, you know I’ve never been one to go for a low dose,” you caution. 

“Thanks for the warning, the last time I took some with you I woke up high.”

You laugh at the memory, “You were such a mess that night, I felt so bad.”

He pats your shoulder reassuringly, “It’s fine, I lived, didn’t I?”

“Unless I’m hallucinating you right now, then yeah, you did.” 

He takes his turn feeding you your fries as you scroll through your streaming services to find something to watch. You turn to him, “Are you gonna kill me if I put on Spree again?”

“I might,” he deadpans. 

You click on it anyway, starting the movie and taking a small bite off your edible, Danny doing the same. You lean your head on his shoulder, cuddling up to him like always. He glances down at you with a smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer.

“I’ve missed this…I hate being busy.”

You smile up at him, “I wish I was rich, then I’d have all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted. I’d spend all my days watching movies, annoying the shit out of you. Sounds like a better life to me.”

“Then you could be my sugar daddy.”

You roll your eyes, “I practically am your sugar daddy, I barely let you pay for anything.”

“You shouldn’t do that y’know,” he says softly. “I still live with my parents, I can afford to pay for your stuff. You’re like…an adult, you’ve got bills to pay.” 

“You’ll be in the same boat soon, Danny. Maybe I’ll need a roommate.”

“In a one bedroom?” He asks incredulously. 

“Yeah, you can sleep on the floor. I’m a generous host,” you joke. 

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You let me sleep in your bed with you every time I stay over but I’ll have to sleep on the floor when I move in?”

“Fine, you can sleep at the end of my bed. Is that better?”

His brows furrow, “Like a dog?”

“Mhm, you can bark, right?”

His cheeks go pink and he stumbles over his words, unable to string together a comprehensible sentence. Eventually just nodding shyly.

You love to see him flustered. You reach out and pet his hair like a dog, “Good boy.” 

You bite your lip at how red he gets. You wonder if Allie ever messed with him like this.

They dated for a year and yet you feel like you barely know anything about what happened between them. You glance down at his lips. You kissed once, it was junior year. He’d come over after school, muttering a lie to his mom about needing to work on a project. Instead you had managed to get your hands on some bud, fluttering eyelashes and a twenty was all you needed to pay with. Your parents were working late, again, so it made it easy to get away with. He laughed at you, watching you pull up a tutorial on Youtube for how to roll a joint. Laughing even harder when you rolled quite possibly the worst joint in all of history. You smoked together, watching the Jackass series, laughing too hard at every bit. At some point you ended up in his lap, he pulled you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling playfully at the blonde strands. Your eyes went wide when he whimpered. You pulled his head back, his eyes squeezing shut in pain and…something else. You watch how he bites down on his lower lip to keep quiet, you’ve always thought his teeth were cute, as weird as it sounds. “Danny?” You say his name softly.

He opens his eyes, “Mhm?” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He blushes, “I-I’ve never…” He looks away, embarrassed. 

“It’s easy, can I show you?” You ask softly, trying to make sure he’s comfortable.

“Please…” It comes out more pathetic than he intends. 

You pulled him in, kissing him softly, helping him figure out his pace. You want to take it further, but before you can his phone goes off. His embarrassing ringtone blaring, making him jump back, startled. You pull away from him and slide off his lap so he can answer it.

After that you two never spoke of the incident again, but you thought about it constantly. He had a few girlfriends here and there over the years but never any as serious as Allie. You hated her at first, a weird misogynistic jealousy bubbling up. But you got over it, sort of. You were kind to her, you liked her, but the jealousy still lived in you quietly. It gnawed at you every time you saw them put their hands on one another but you kept it to yourself. You wanted Danny to be happy even if it made you feel sick.

Danny wants to lean in, he wants to kiss you, but he’s nervous. He couldn’t be casual, it wasn’t in his nature. He hadn’t been with anyone since Allie, much less kissed anyone. He felt pathetic, a normal guy his age would kiss you easily. They’d lean in, maybe push your hair behind your ear. But he couldn’t, his hands trembled at the mere thought of it. 

“You look nice tonight,” he says softly, still staring at your lips. He means it, he thinks it’s cute how your mascara has smudged slightly under your eye from a long day at work. 

“You’re sweet…so do you,” you giggle. You reach up and caress his face softly.

“Me? I-I’m a mess, I stayed in bed all day doing school work.”

“Let me compliment you. You’re pretty. I love your eyes and your hair, you even have cute teeth…if you ever get veneers I’ll stop talking to you.”

He laughs, cheeks permanently pink at this point. “It’s sweet you think I can afford veneers.” 

“Can I kiss you?” You blurt out as if you’re back in high school perched on his lap. 

His eyes go wide, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and pulls you into his lap, your thighs falling onto either side of him. You kiss him softly at first, almost like your kiss from high school, this time less sloppy. Your hand finds his way into his hair, the other gripping the back of the couch. You pull at his hair and deepen the kiss, your hips instinctively roll against his, he whines against your lips. His sweet pathetic sounds are like music to your ears. His hands are on your waist, pulling you down on hip by your belt loops. You roll your hips again and that’s all it takes. He whines loudly, his head knocking against yours. He grips your hips tight, his eyes squeezing shut, hips bucking up as he comes. You caress his face as he comes down from it, you can feel his cheeks heating up. 

“Danny did you just…”

He whines with embarrassment, “Don’t laugh…please.”

[medievalharlot]

⋆˙⟡ Masterlist

Smut is indicated with a *

Introduction - rules

✧ Fred Hechinger Character's

Red Lace - Dmitri Kravinoff x f!reader : Your soon-to-be husband gets drunk off eating you out * High Endeavours - Daniel Markowitz X f!reader : The two of you get high and Danny ends up venting to you while you ride him * A Gift For The Princess - Geta X princess f!reader X Carcalla : The empire comes to your aid and you are reunited with your childhood friends, they end up having a gift you cannot turn down (request) We'll Never Have Sex - Jason Hochberg x reader (Blurb) Will You Deny Them, My Lady? - Geta x f!reader x Caracalla : Stuck on Palantine Hill, both Geta and Caracalla try to get a piece of you. Geta tries to make the choice easier for you as you and Caracalla bond. Make Up, Make Out - Enemies to lovers, Jason Hochberg x f!reader : After moving you got asked to be counselor at Pineway, unfornately you weren't really what Jason was expecting to stumble upon in the head counselor bunk..

Tea Stains - Daniel Markowitz x f!reader: Everything seems to be going wrong today, until you bump into a blue eyed boy with blonde hair

✧ Joseph Quinn Character's

An Emperors Desire - Geta x f!reader : You read Geta’s palm and he realises he has to have you (request) A Gift For The Princess - Geta X princess f!reader X Carcalla : The empire comes to your aid and you are reunited with your childhood friends, they end up having a gift you cannot turn down (Request)

Tag, You're It - Michael x f!reader : Your annoying roommate turns out to not be as annoying as you expected once you warm up to him, a game of tag leaving the two of you sweaty and panting. * Will You Deny Them, My Lady? - Geta x f!reader x Caracalla : Stuck on Palantine Hill, both Geta and Caracalla try to get a piece of you. Geta tries to make the choice easier for you as you and Caracalla bond.

✧ Jujutsu Kaisen

Our last night - Geto Suguru x f!reader * : You couldn’t believe what Gojo told you on the phone until Geto showed up at your door. When he confirmed the truth, all you could think about was that this would be your last night together

[punkrockmlchael]

First Time

Masterlist | Fred Hechinger Characters Masterlist

Customer: Anonymous!

Order: double scoop of strawberry ice cream in a cup with whipped cream, snickers and mini m&ms (scoopers choice)

Ingredients: 18+ mdni, Fem!Reader x Daniel Markowitz, Fluff, Danny is really just insecure, Danny says the word perfect a bit much, Smut: Making out, Danny and Reader’s First Time (there’s some sweet moments, there’s some awkward moments, there’s some helping each other moments), Nipple Play, Oral (fem receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation?, Protected PinV, Cockwarming

Total: $48.77 (4877 words) - oops...

Order note from the scooper (Danny): "Hi, valued customer! Thank you for your order! I had so much fun with this one so here's your double scoop of strawberry ice cream in a cup with whipped cream, snickers and mini m&ms! I really hope you enjoy! Please, come back soon and get some more ice cream from us!”

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Huge thanks to @keeryhours + @robinbuckleywife for reading this over for me! Love you all <3 Also, I’m sure Allie is a lovely lady but just… not in this…

“Wait, let me get this straight,” you asked slowly, raising an eyebrow as you looked at Danny sprawled out on his bed, face down. He mumbled something incoherently as his head buried further into his pillow, trying to tune out the world and his embarrassment. “Allie… broke up with you because you’re a virgin?”

Danny moved his head slightly, turning it to look up at you. “Shout it for the whole world to know, why don’t you?” 

“Relax,” you muttered, walking towards him. “No one is home, and I don’t think your neighbors care about your lack of pussy.” You teased, looking down at him. 

“Allie cared,” he mumbled, looking up at you as he rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling. 

“Allie was a bitch,” you replied, shrugging slightly. “She liked being in charge and having the power over you so she stayed with you. I’m sorry, Danny, but sometimes the truth hurts. You deserve better, someone who likes you for you.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever find someone who likes me for me. I don’t have a job, I live with my parents, I can’t do math, I can’t do anything with my hands. I’m just overall a loser.” Danny sighed out, looking at you. “I’m surprised you still come around.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t throw away ten years of friendship,” you mumbled, kneeling on the bed beside him. “That and I do actually enjoy your company,” you added, looking at him. You frowned slightly, pushing his hair out of his eyes gently. 

You hated seeing him like this. Your friendship was fun, it was built on teasing and playful replies but when one of you was genuinely hurt… the other did anything they could to help. You looked at Danny, his blue eyes were normally shining and happy… but now looked dull and sad. You sighed, shifting closer to him as you thought for a second. 

“Why are you still a virgin?” You asked softly, genuine curiosity filling your voice as he looked up at you. He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. 

“I haven’t had the right chance to… not be? I don’t know. I’ve heard that the first time is always weird and awkward and I guess I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of someone that could leave me.”

“Danny,” you said softly, his gaze meeting yours again. 

“It’s stupid, I know. I live in a constant state of embarrassment, so I don’t know why I’m doing this. Admitting this all to you is not exactly boosting my ego here.”

“Can I help?” 

“Not unless you want to take my virginity.” He mumbled. 

“I mean… I could. If you want to take mine.” 

Danny’s head snapped up, looking at you. “What did you just say?”

“Please, you fucking heard me. I just don’t whine about it like you do.”

“But, I thought… Matt, or whatever his name was, took it like… years ago?” 

You shook your head, making a face as you remembered him. “God, no. He tried, but he was just not the best at anything. He went down on me and fingered me but that was all.”

Danny sat up slowly, looking at you. “So… how far have you actually gone?” He asked softly, looking at you. 

You looked at him, a small blush forming on your face as you suddenly realized how close he was to you. “Well, uh… like I said… Matt you know, he fingered me and went down on me. Uh, I gave him a blowjob and we made out but… that’s it. Some dry humping, I think as well, but…” you paused, looking at Danny. “What about you?”

He cleared his throat, looking at you. “Uh, I’ve made out with… Allie. And, she gave me a blowjob and I tried to go down on her but she wasn’t a fan and didn’t tell me how to be better? I guess? We never really got farther than that because I just felt… defeated?” He said, trying to find the right word for his feelings. 

“Well,” you offered, looking at him. “I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, but I know what feels good. Maybe we could… teach each other?” You suggested, looking at him. 

“You’re willing to teach me? I'm a terrible learner,” he said softly, trying to crack a smile. “You saw my grades in highschool.”

“I can just let you sit here and rot in your bed all day, if you’d rather.” You shrugged, standing up. 

“Wait,” Danny shouted, a little louder than he intended. “Fine, let’s just, uh…” he said softly, grabbing your hand. “Come here,” he muttered, pulling you close to him. He pulled you onto his lap gently, looking at you as your knees hit the bed beside his body. His hands ran up your thighs as they moved to your hips gently, holding you carefully as he looked over your face. “You’re sure about this?” He asked, his face inching closer to yours. 

“I’m sure if you’re sure,” you said softly, looking at him. “We might fuck up our friendship but…”

Danny shrugged, a small smile on his face as he rubbed circles on your hips. “Sometimes the biggest risks have the best rewards.” He whispered, his lips finally touching yours. 

You smiled softly, your lips moving against his slowly. It was a nice first kiss for you two. It was soft, it was slow, it was full of love and passion and everything you dreamed that kisses should be. Danny pulled away slightly, kissing down your jawline and neck. You giggled slightly, the feeling of his facial hair tickling your sensitive skin as you tilted your head to the side to give him more room. 

“What’s so funny?” He asked, smiling against your neck as he trailed more kisses up and down your skin. 

“It tickles,” you giggled again, your hand finding the back of his head as your fingers ran through his messy hair gently. 

“Hm,” he hummed, kissing back up to your face. “Well, tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, okay?” He asked, kissing your lips softly. 

“Deal,” you mumbled against his lips. “Same for you.” Your lips moved against his again, your hands slowly moving down his chest and stomach. You played with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slightly before he pulled away from the kiss and helped you slide it off. He threw it onto the pile of clothes on the floor before he tugged at your shirt. You lifted your arms up, allowing him to remove it easily before your shirt joined his on the floor. You looked over and shook your head slightly. “I’m not getting that back, am I?” 

“No, no, you will. When I do laundry,” he mumbled, his hands running up your bare stomach to your bra clad chest. His thumbs ran over your clothed nipples, biting his lip as your head fell back and a moan escaped your lips. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, reaching around to undo your bra. 

“Wait,” Danny said, stopping you. “Can I try?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your back gently. His fingers found the clasp on your bra and fumbled with it a few times, snapping it against your skin lightly. “Fuck, sorry,” his fingers moved again, finally getting the clasps undone before it started to fall off of your shoulders. You shimmied out of it, throwing it to the floor. Danny stared at you, blinking a couple of times before his hands moved up and squeezed your breasts gently. “Wow,” he breathed, “you’re perfect.”

“I promise, I’m not that great,” you sighed, groaning softly as he squeezed your breasts harder. 

“Shut up,” he mumbled, “you’re so fucking perfect.” Danny leaned in, kissing your neck again before he kissed down your chest slowly. “You have always been so fucking perfect and it’s not fair,” he mumbled, kissing down to your left breast. He kissed over your left nipple softly, looking up at you as your breath hitched. He wrapped his mouth around the hardened bud carefully, sucking slowly as he gauged your reaction. 

“Well, fuck,” you muttered, head falling back as your right hand moved to the back of his head. Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging on it gently as his tongue flicked over your nipple carefully. Danny let out a small groan against you as you tugged on his hair tighter. “That,” you sighed, “feels really fucking good.”

He hummed softly, closing his eyes as he continued to suck and kiss across your chest. His hands trailed up and down your sides, his fingertips grazing your skin softly. He moved his mouth to your right nipple, giving it the same attention as the left one before he pulled away and looked at you. “The sounds you’re making… are really turning me on,” he admitted, running his hands down to your hips gently. He squeezed them, subconsciously grinding his hips up against yours as he kissed your lips again. 

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back. “Danny,” you whined into the kiss, grinding against his growing erection. 

He groaned, “so fucking pretty.” He moved you over slightly, laying you down on the bed before he crawled on top of you. “Making those pretty noises,” he mumbled, kissing down your neck. “Moaning my name,” he mumbled, kissing between your breasts and down your stomach. “Turning me on so much more than I want to admit,” he mumbled, leaving kisses above the waistband of your jeans. 

He fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans, groaning to himself and he struggled to pull them down. You giggled, watching him get frustrated before you lifted your hips off the bed to help him. He pulled your jeans down carefully, taking in every inch of your skin before he threw them to the floor. His hands ran up your thighs before they toyed at the waistband of your panties. 

“You can take them off too, you know,” you mumbled, looking down at him. “If you want.” 

Danny looked up at you and nodded slightly, “yeah, of course,” he said, pulling your panties down slowly. He tossed them with your jeans before he looked up at you. His eyes trailed over your entire body, taking in every freckle, every curve, everything that made you who you are. “I know I’ve already said it but… fuck,” he mumbled, placing soft kisses on your thighs. “You’re perfect.”

You shuddered at the feeling of his lips against your skin, your legs subconsciously closing together. “Danny,” you mumbled, looking down at him. 

“Hm?” He asked, looking up at you. He shifted slightly, kneeling on the floor before he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He pulled you closer to him, his hands holding your thighs carefully as he did. 

“Jesus,” you said, looking at him. “I thought you said you weren’t that good at this?” 

Danny blushed, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know. Allie said I wasn’t that great at it.”

You rolled your eyes, looking at him. “Fuck Allie. Forget her.” You said softly. “She’s not worth it, Danny.”

“Yeah, I know…” he mumbled, looking at you. He sighed softly, resting his chin on your thigh gently. “But, I don’t know, I just… I hope I am actually good at this,” he said softly, running his fingers up your thighs gently. “I just want to make you feel good…”

“Well, I can assure you I’m having fun so far,” you smiled, running your fingers through his hair gently. “Just, remember that sex is supposed to be fun for both people involved. Just, take a deep breath and relax; this’ll be fun, I promise.” You said softly, your right hand moving down to his chin, caressing his face gently. 

Danny smiled up at you, leaning into your touch before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re right,” he nodded, pulling away from your touch to trail more kisses up and down your thighs. His hands held your thighs gently, pushing them apart slowly as he looked up at your glistening core. “Fuck,” he whispered, kissing up your inner thighs gently. He kissed closer and closer to your core, his lips and facial hair tickling your skin with each movement.

You gasped softly, your back arching off the bed gently as he stopped in front of your core. He placed a soft kiss on your clit, looking up at you as he did. A small moan left you, your eyes closing as your hand moved to his hair again. He licked a long stripe up your folds, relishing in the small gasps and moans that left your mouth. “Danny,” you moaned, fingers lacing through his fluffy hair gently. 

Danny hummed against you, licking another stripe up your folds before he pulled away slightly. “You taste so fucking good,” he muttered. “So sweet; sweeter than Allie,” he added, diving back in. He licked another long stripe up your folds before his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it gently. You moaned his name loudly, your fingers tugging on his hair roughly as your hips bucked up subconsciously. 

“Holy shit,” you sighed. “Feels so fucking good, Dans,” you whispered, looking down at him. He smiled a little at the nickname that he loved from you before his fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs. He pulled his head back, pushing your thighs apart slowly.

“You sure you’re not just… boosting my ego?” He asked softly, looking up at you. You looked down at him and shook your head, letting out a breath.

“Fuck, no,” you whined, your hand pushing his head down closer to your core again. “Feels so good, don’t want you to stop.” Danny smirked a little, his confidence boosting slightly as he moved his right hand towards your core. He slowly pushed his pointer finger inside of you, groaning at the feeling of you around his finger. You gasped, the feeling of his finger inside of you different than anything you’ve felt before. His finger pumped in and out of you slowly before he slowly curled it. “Ah!” You shouted quietly, back arching off the bed more as you looked down at him. 

“Shit, sorry,” Danny said, pulling his finger out of you quickly. 

“No, no,” you shook your head quickly. “It, uh, it felt good… I just, I wasn’t prepared for that.”

“It felt good?” He asked, pushing his finger back inside of you. He pumped it a couple of times before curling it again. You gasped, moaning again.

“Fuck, yes, feels so good,” you nodded, whining slightly as he added a second finger into you. “Shit, Danny,” your hips bucked up again, grinding against his fingers for more friction.

Danny moaned, grinding his hips against the side of the bed. Your moans, your gasps, your whines were all getting to him—you were getting to him. He pumped his fingers faster, curling them again and again as his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked on your clit a bit rougher than before, his fingers thrusting into you faster. He thrusted his fingers deeper, curling them at a different angle that made your knees weak. 

Your thighs tightened around his head, squeezing slightly as your fingers tugged on his hair tighter. “Fuck, Dans,” you moaned, feeling the familiar feeling in your lower stomach from all the times you had pleased yourself. “Gonna cum,” you mumbled, moving against his fingers more. “Gonna fucking cum,” you repeated, closing your eyes as your back arched off the bed again. Danny continued his movements, groaning against your clit. The additional vibrations sent you over the edge quickly. “Oh, fuck, Dans,” you moaned a little louder than anticipated. Your hips moved against his fingers as you clenched around them, releasing all over them.

Danny moaned at the feeling, pulling his head away as he looked down at where his fingers were connected to your core. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, watching your juices coat his fingers again and again. You whined at the slight overstimulation, tugging his hair more. “Danny, Danny,” you mumbled. “Stop,” you whined more, tears brimming in your eyes slightly. 

He stopped his movements quickly, pulling his fingers out of you as soon as he heard you utter the word. He looked up at you, instantly feeling terrible at the sight of the tears in your eyes. “Fuck, did I hurt you?” He asked softly, moving back onto the bed. He kneeled between your legs, leaning down to kiss away your tears. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, leaving soft kisses on your cheeks and neck.

“No,” you mumbled, shaking your head slightly. You pushed his hair out of his eyes, catching your breath before you sighed. “Didn’t hurt me, promise. Just, felt like a lot… too much,” you added. “Overstimulated just a bit.”

Danny kissed your lips softly, looking at you. “Are you positive I didn’t hurt you?” He asked. “Like, one hundred percent positive?”

“Yes,” you nodded, kissing his lips again. “It felt so good. Just… a lot at the end.” You said, looking up at him. “I, uh, I’d like to continue but, maybe after a quick break?” You suggested. Danny smiled, nodding slightly.

“Yeah, just, uh, let me know when you’re ready?” He smiled, moving to kiss your neck again. A sigh left your mouth as you nodded, your fingers running down his bare chest slightly. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, undoing it carefully before unzipping them as well. You pushed them down carefully, looking up at Danny. He stood up, stepping out of the jeans before crawling back on top of you in his boxers. Danny kissed down your neck again, kissing down your chest. “I know I’ve already said it a lot today but, damn, you’re so perfect. You’re so fucking gorgeous and just, my god…” 

“You sure you’re not just boosting my ego?” You teased, a small grin on your face. 

“I promise you this is all fucking true, baby,” he smiled, looking up at you. He shifted slightly, resting his body on top of yours before he laid his head on your bare chest. “You’re just so… perfect. You have always been so perfect. You’re so smart, you’re so funny, you’re so beautiful, you’re so… everything I wish I could be. My god, I don’t know if I want to be you or want to be with you.” 

You pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked down at him, smiling slightly. “I’m not that perfect, my life kind of sucks.” You teased softly. 

Danny scoffed, a smile still on his lips as he looked up at you. “Your life sucks? My god, have you seen mine?”

“Yeah, who wouldn’t want this?” You teased, motioning to his messy room. 

“Oh, shut up.” He rolled his eyes, “look, if you don’t want your clothes back, I don’t have to do laundry.” He mumbled, his fingers moving up and down your side in a tickling motion. 

“Hey, stop! That tickles,” you whined, squirming underneath his body slightly. 

“Hm, nope,” Danny smirked, continuing his movements. You giggled loudly, trying to get out of his grasp. “I like when you can’t talk back.” He laughed, tickling you more. 

You reached for his hand, grabbing it from your side. You lifted it up, interlacing your fingers with his as you looked at him, trying to catch your breath. “You’re a dick.” 

Danny smiled, his hand sitting in yours perfectly as it fell to the bed beside you. “You love me,” he muttered, kissing back up your chest and neck. “You can’t deny how much you love me.” He said softly, nuzzling into your neck to leave soft kisses there. 

You sighed, moving your head slightly. “You’re right. I do love you.” 

Danny smiled more at your words, kissing up your jawline. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, looking at you. “I love you too,” he whispered, kissing your lips gently. You smiled, kissing him back before you deepened the kiss. Your tongue ran against his lower lip gently causing Danny to gasp. You took advantage of that and stuck your tongue into his mouth, groaning as you tasted the remnants of yourself on his tongue. 

Danny’s grip on your hand tightened as he shifted again, slowly grinding his clothed erection against your bare core. You moaned into the kiss, your hips grinding up against his. “Shit, uh, do you have a condom?” You asked, looking at him. 

He looked up at you, nodding slightly. “Yeah, uh, yeah,” he said, leaning over towards the bedside table. “I have some but… I’ve never used them,” he added, fishing through the drawer of the table. He grabbed out a small colorful box, kneeling on the bed between your legs. You sat up slowly, looking at him as he struggled with the box. 

You watched him, watching his fingers tear away at the small cardboard box before your eyes flicked to his face. He sighed with relief when he finally got the box opened, pulling out a couple different options. “Uh, which do you want?” He asked, showing you the back of the box. 

You looked at the box, raising an eyebrow as you read through the different types. “Why are there so many different ones?” You questioned, reading more. Ribbed, cooling, heating; what happened to just normal condoms?

Danny shrugged, “I dunno, I just… got the variety pack.” You looked over the options again, shrugging in reply. 

“You pick, I don’t really… care?” You said, the reply sounding more like a question. “Is there a normal one?”

Danny looked at the box as well, skimming through the options. “Something tells me that bare skin might be the closest.” 

“Okay, do that one then,” you nodded watching him grab one out of the box. He handed you the box before he stood up. You set the box on the bedside table, watching him as he pushed his boxers to the ground, groaning slightly as the cool air hit his hard on. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, wrapping his right hand around his cock gently. He pumped himself a few times before he opened the condom, struggling to figure out which way it went. You giggled softly, watching carefully. “Don’t laugh,” he mumbled, finally figuring it out. He slid the condom on and pumped himself before he crawled back onto the bed. 

You looked at him, biting your lip softly. “Damn,” you muttered. “Didn’t know you were so well gifted.”

Danny blushed, shaking his head as you pushed you back on the bed gently. “Allie said I was just normal,” he said, crawling on top of you. 

“Once again, she was a bitch,” you replied, looking up at him. “And, I will do everything in my power to make sure you forget about her tonight,” you added, your arms wrapping around his neck gently. “You won’t remember her name by the time we’re done,” you whispered softly. 

“Promise?” He asked, nuzzling into your neck softly as he left a few sweet kisses on your skin. “Because, that sounds amazing.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, your fingers playing with his hair gently as he moved closer to you. Danny’s tip teased your core slightly, rubbing up and down your folds slowly as he kissed up your jawline. 

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You nodded slightly, looking at him.

“Yeah,” you breathed out softly, looking at him. “I’m ready if you are.”

“Just, let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” 

With that his tip slowly teased your folds again before he slowly pushed into you, his breath hitching at the feeling. A soft groan left his lips as a loud whine left yours at the feeling.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, your head falling back on his pillows as you felt him inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, ow,” you groaned, closing your eyes as he pushed inside of you fully. He stilled, looking down at you.

“You okay?” He asked, soft and sweet kisses trailing over your face as you took a couple deep breaths. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking up at him. “You, uh, you can probably move now,” you said softly, moaning slightly as Danny slowly began to rock his hips. He pulled out of you fully before he pushed back into you all the way, starting out slow with each and every thrust. 

“Fuck,” Danny groaned, thrusting in and out of you slow and deep. “You, fuck, you feel so good baby.” He moaned, kissing you roughly. You groaned against his lips, kissing him back as your hands found his back gently. Your nails dug into his skin, scratching down his back as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

“Dans,” you moaned, gasping against his lips. “Fuck, you’re so big,” you mumbled, your nails digging deeper into the soft skin of his back. Danny groaned at the feeling of your nails scratching his skin before slowly sped up his thrusts.

“Yeah?” He asked, kissing down your jawline and neck. “You’re so tight,” he mumbled, kissing down your chest. “So fucking tight and, fuck, so fucking perfect,” he sighed, kissing over your breasts softly. “You are so fucking perfect, always been so fucking perfect.”

You moaned loudly, your fingers running through Danny’s hair as your hips bucked up against his thrusts. “You’re just saying that,” you said, looking down at him. He looked up at you and shook his head, his right hand trailing down the side of your body gently. 

“Fuck, no,” his right hand trailed down your stomach, tracing over your curves carefully. He moved his hand to where your bodies were connected, his fingers finding your clit gently. He rubbed small and sloppy circles on your clit as he thrusted faster. “You’re literally so fucking perfect. You were always the favorite between us. I’m pretty sure my parents love you more than they love me. And, I know my grandma loves you more than she loves me.” He mumbled, thrusting deeper.

You moaned, your back arching off the bed slightly. “Fuck, please don’t talk about your grandma while we’re having sex,” you muttered, a laugh leaving Danny’s lips. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking down at you. He pulled out of you all the way before he pushed back in quickly, groaning at the feeling. You gasped, eyes closing as you fell back against the bed. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whined. “Gonna cum,” you mumbled, moaning as Danny rubbed your clit faster. 

“Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you. “Fuck, do it, baby. Please,” he begged, kissing your neck again. He bit on the skin slightly, mumbling against it. “Cum for me, cum on my dick,” he thrusted faster, thrusting so deep you saw stars. 

“Fuck, Dans,” you moaned, hips bucking up agasint his as you felt the coil in your lower stomach break. You moaned his name, chanting it as you clenched around him and released all over him for the second time. 

“Shit!” He groaned, feeling you clench around him. He thrusted a few more times before his forehead fell to your shoulder, shuddering as he released into the condom. “Fuck,” he sighed, eyes screwing shut as he felt wave after wave of pleasure. 

His cock twitched inside of you one last time before he slowly went to pull out. You shook your head, wrapping your legs around his back slowly. “No, no,” you mumbled, looking up at him. “Stay, please,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “Feels good like this…”

Danny looked at you a bit confused before he understood what you wanted. He nodded slightly, staying where he was before he slowly laid on top of you. His arms slowly wrapped around your body, his head nuzzling into your neck as he sighed. “That was pretty fucking great,” he mumbled. “You’re pretty fucking great. The only girl I want; the only name I want to remember.” He sighed, snuggling into your body slightly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, breathing out as you looked at him. “What’s stopping you?”

“The fear of rejection and losing you completely.” He mumbled, sighing against your neck. 

“Hm,” you hummed, your fingers running through his hair softly. “How about this… Daniel, will you go out with me?” You asked, detangling this fluffy hair gently. 

He pulled away slightly, looking at you. “You’re serious?” He asked, you nodded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Fuck yeah I do. God, this is perfect,” he mumbled, kissing your lips softly. You smiled, kissing him back. 

“Say the word perfect one more fucking time, I dare you,” you muttered, smirking at him. 

Danny smirked back, looking at you. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, kissing your lips. 

You giggled, kissing him back. “You’re a dork, you know?”

“I’m your dork now, apparently,” he smiled, resting his head on your chest gently. 

“You’ve always been my dork,” you mumbled, kissing his head gently. “It’s just… official now,” you giggled, closing your eyes. 

“Perfect.” Danny muttered, closing his eyes as he snuggled into your chest more.

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SUMMER CAMP CELEBRATION | DANIEL MARKOWITZ | CAMP COUNSELOR EXTRAORDINARIE

summary: Danny’s camp headcanons

Why he wants to work at summer camp:

Honestly? He needed a break. After a somewhat chaotic weekend with his grandma and figuring out his next steps, the idea of spending a summer outdoors, away from the usual pressures, sounded incredibly appealing. Plus, he genuinely likes kids (most of the time). He figures it's a decent way to earn some cash before whatever comes next, and maybe, just maybe, he'll get to relax a little.

Camp Nickname and How He Got It:

"Marky Polo." It started on the first day during a chaotic game of Marco Polo in the lake. He kept comically bumping into things and calling out "Marky!" instead of "Marco!" The younger campers found it hilarious, and it just stuck. He pretends to be annoyed by it, but secretly, he doesn't mind the lightheartedness.

How He Works with Children:

Danny is surprisingly patient and laid-back with the kids. He's not the super high-energy, constantly-on counselor, but he connects with them through his genuine interest in their activities and his willingness to be a little goofy. He's good at explaining things clearly and has a knack for diffusing minor squabbles with a calm demeanor and a well-timed joke. He's definitely the counselor the kids go to when they need someone to listen without judgment. He's also the go-to guy for campfire stories – he can make even the silliest tales sound captivating.

How your romance blooms:

It starts subtly. Maybe you're co-leading an activity together, like a nature hike or arts and crafts, and you find yourselves laughing at the same silly things the campers do. He notices your kindness and how effortlessly you connect with the kids. Perhaps there's a moment during a late-night stargazing session where you two end up talking for hours, discovering shared interests and vulnerabilities under the vast, quiet sky. He might start offering you the last s'more by the campfire or going out of his way to help you with a task. His usual easygoing charm becomes a little more focused when he's around you, a hint of nervousness mixing with his playful banter. The romance blossoms amidst the backdrop of campfires, canoe trips, and the shared experience of guiding a bunch of energetic kids through their summer adventures.

His Cabin:

He's assigned to a slightly older boys' cabin, the "Timberwolves." It's perpetually a little messy, despite his half-hearted attempts at organization. You can usually find a stray frisbee or a half-finished lanyard project under his bunk. He's not the strictest about cabin rules, but he draws the line at food being left out overnight. Learned that the hard way after a minor ant infestation.

His Go-To Camp Activity:

Canoeing on the lake. He finds it surprisingly peaceful and enjoys the quiet moments away from the general camp chaos. He's also pretty good at it, having spent some summers near a lake growing up. He often takes small groups out and tells them slightly exaggerated stories about the "lake monster."

Camp Pranks:

He's not the instigator, but he's definitely an accomplice. If a harmless prank is being planned (like switching cabin signs or putting googly eyes on the mess hall statues), he's usually in on it, offering a sly grin and maybe a helpful suggestion. He knows how to keep things light without crossing the line.

Campfire Songs:

He pretends to hate them, groaning dramatically during the singalongs. However, he secretly knows all the words to "Baby Bumblebee" and will occasionally join in with a mumbled verse when he thinks no one is paying attention. Sometimes, if the mood is right, he'll suggest some quieter songs after the more boisterous ones are done.

Dealing with Homesickness:

He's surprisingly good at comforting homesick campers. He remembers feeling that way himself when he moved out and offers a listening ear and gentle encouragement. He might suggest writing letters home or finding a fun activity to take their mind off things. He has a calming presence that kids find reassuring.

His Uniform:

He mostly sticks to the standard camp t-shirt and shorts, but he always adds his own personal touches. You might see him with a slightly faded band t-shirt underneath or his favorite pair of socks or a sweater. He's not one for tucking in his shirt or making sure his socks match – comfort and practicality are his priorities.

His Hidden Talent:

He's actually a pretty decent artist, especially when it comes to sketching nature. He usually keeps his sketchbook to himself, but maybe you'll catch him doodling by the lake or during a quiet moment in the staff lounge. It's a side of him that most people at camp don't see.