#c: danny

[mjjune]

You asked for it! The famous "fuck me" scene! As commissioned by @tanimil! Full text version and commission under the cut

avof | mj june | ch 4: save your fights for fight club affectionately known as: the fuck me scene

word count: 850 content: steamy fade to black, blood/injury, vulgar language, dementia & memory loss

Tossing the wolf inside, Helio thuds against the desk, and Danny shuts the door. Now the music is gone, even to Danny’s ears, for he had his office soundproofed by vampires. It leaves near-silence between them, with only the sound of Helio’s haggard breaths and blood pumping through his mortal body.

Helio hasn’t bothered to wipe away the blood leaking from his lip, so it drips past his chin and slides down his neck. His brown eyes glow gold with wolf inside him. “Asshole!”

“You can’t fight in my club,” he says. “Save it for the Underground. Do you know how many humans are out there? What if one of you had shifted?”

Helio scoffs. “That wouldn’t happen.”

Danny agrees with him. If he’s about to be promoted, he certainly wouldn’t lose control over a snide insult. “Maybe not you, but what about that asshole?”

“He had it coming.”

“Because he talked bad about your pack? Grow up.” Danny feels the reluctance in his chest as he speaks. He’s only twenty-five, a toddler in purebred years.

“I don’t give a shit what he says about my pack. We’ve been going at it for years.”

Danny hesitates before laughing with antipathy. “Over a joke, then?” “It’s not a fucking joke,” Helio shoves Danny with all his might, which sends him lightly into the wall. “You wouldn’t understand. You live forever and you don’t have to worry about forgetting anything.”

Danny grows silent, realizing that when the asshole had said, “your Alpha had to step down because she couldn’t fucking remember how to shift anymore,” he’d meant it literally. That is not a joke, but it doesn’t excuse throwing someone across his club.

No, Danny doesn’t understand what it’s like to forget. He remembers every waking moment of his unending night.

Danny grabs Helio and spins them around, so now he pins the werewolf. He can’t help the sarcasm in his tone, “No, you’re right. I wouldn’t understand. I remember everything. Five thousand years of suffering that can never end. Aren’t I lucky?”

Helio’s eyes widen, any last glimpse of fury gone, leaving only shock in his brown eyes. His torn tank top strap hangs, leaving his right shoulder bare. The blood trickling down his neck begins to dry. Danny glares into his eyes, but the werewolf’s gaze drifts lower.

To Danny’s lips.

With a swift movement, Helio yanks him closer, leaning his head down to close the gap and plant his mouth onto his.

This is exactly what Danny was afraid would happen. If the Order doesn’t want him to do this, he should pull away. He should ban Helio from his club for starting a fight. Maybe he should even pick up and move somewhere else to avoid the inevitable supernatural dilemma. But he tastes the fresh blood from Helio’s lip, and it’s much sweeter than it smells. He’s kissing a werewolf—something he has never experienced, despite his years. He doesn’t want to stop.

Knowing it’ll piss off the Order just makes him want to do it more. He presses himself against Helio, hip points digging into each other. He runs his tongue along the inside of Helio’s lip, finding the bleeding cut, letting another few drops of blood flow across his tongue. The werewolf’s breaths shake, too erratic for him to tell if its nerves or excitement.

He moves away from Helio’s mouth and follows the trail of blood, kissing it off of his chin, his jaw. Arteries pump emphatically just under the skin, and Danny can sense Helio’s hair stand up and his breath catch in his throat as he moves down to his neck.

Something hard emerges against his hips as his tongue reaches the crevice where throat meets clavicle, licking away the last of the blood.

“Shit…” Helio hisses.

All the logic in Danny’s head tells him to stop; that he should listen to the Order; that he shouldn’t create enemies of an entire pack. But his hand doesn’t listen as it travels down Helio’s smooth chest and into his pants.

Helio’s body tenses and his harsh fingers coil around the collar of Danny’s blouse. For a moment, his eyes are a hot glare, as if to say how dare you? He means to push the vampire away, tell him to stop, curse him to hell, maybe even punch him. But just like Danny, he loses his inner debate. His weight gives in to the wall, allowing Danny’s hand to move deeper. Gentle lips back in the crook of his neck, Helio releases a low moan.

After a few long moments, hickey already forming, Helio speaks, breath tight and caught in his chest. “Fuck me."

Danny pulls away from his collarbone, curiosity twinkling in his eyes. He rises onto his toes so that their noses brush softly and he can taste Helio’s unsteady breaths against his mouth. The vampire’s hand, still deep in Helio’s pants, slows its movements and his voice resonates with smooth velvet once more.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Helio, biting his lip to stifle another moan, says again, “Fuck me."

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[devirtute]

@brknghrts asked: 3MMM ( danny + jackson + ethan )

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

everyone knew that jackson and danny were best friends. everyone knew that danny and ethan were dating. what no one knew was what the three of them got up to behind closed doors. " damn baby, you're really putting on a show for him. " ethan sucked in a quick breath as he moved his hand behind the man's head. jackson was patiently waiting, stroking his own length, but he finally decided to step forward. " i wonder just how much he could take at once. " he slapped his shaft across danny's face, smiling down at him. " show him how we used to do things before he got here. "

[survibers]

Location & Date: Viola's House the morning of August 18th Tagging: @enshrikes

"I can confirm you still snore," Viola teased as Danny stirred next to her. One of her birthday requests had been him staying over and having a good ol fashioned sleepover with her best friend. She was trying to not have too many existential crises about turning 34 but she had still been sitting up this morning thinking about the past year and beyond. The past year had felt especially tough but she cuddled closer to Danny and patted his chest. "I'm making coffee and starting the day with some champagne. You in? My co workers already gave me a gift card to use on breakfast so I'm not cooking until the dinner."

[xlinxiux]

Xiu didn't particularly care for the look Danny gave her. It was too reminiscent of the judgmental stares she endured as a child. "Because it was frivolous and my parents preferred that I focus on my education," she said in a clipped tone.

Danny sort of looked at her funny when she said she wasn't allowed. "Um, why not?" He asked out loud instead of to himself then cringed. "Oh ignore me, I've got a big gob."

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny Phantom, who as far as the Justice League knew was a normal ghost, was presenting a pointpoint in front of the rest of the League. The presentation says, "Why I should be allowed to bite criminals: 1, because I am not human and cannot catch any of your filthy human diseases. 2, because it would allow us to compile DNA samples from the criminals of the world to compare with during crime scene investigation. 3, Fuck you."

[wazzappp]

I think I hauve covid

[frnoialles]

Fun or messy— Both. Always both— fun was supposed to be messy. This guy knew nothing about it. She could teach a class or something, on how to pull that stick out your ass. He watched her like he's been slapped, like he was one of those vampires that sucked on obese rats in dodgy allies. Red looked good on her. She imagined what he'd look like devouring someone right then and there. Why hold back in a club full of immortal beings?

"Me, obviously." what a dumb question.

Frankie took two drinks from the bar; blue and delicious. Special recipe. Then handed him one, "You're not one of those right? The ones puffed up on remorse like an inflatable sex doll?" Now, it might have sounded like she wanted to convince him to eat his friends, in a way she did want to feast on those snacks spread out on the lounge, but not like that. Not, if he was going to moan about it.

"You don't look like you're on a diet."

"Fun yeah? Fun or messy? Because I've been around and like, those are two different things that just cross up occasionally."

He's under no impression that he's a monster, or, given how much blood's staining her fingers and face and clothes, that she is either, but there's a finesse to being a monster; vampires are immortal, but far from indestructible once they've attracted too much attention.

"So who's the right crowd?" He finally asks, folding his arms and letting his head roll to one side as he takes in the wild energy of this one.

[mjjune]

avof | mj june | ch 23

as voted for by my followers here! i tried to hit all three of the most voted: gay, kiss, and dark/spooky. hope i deliviered!

taglist and text version under the cut!

Danny kneels in front of the couch where Helio sits slumped, rubbing and rotating his swollen wrists. He jolts with surprise as Danny’s hand presses against his bare chest, pushing him to lean further against the sofa. “Sit up straight.” Helio obliges, but as he tries to sit up against the back of the sofa, he grunts and a hand instinctively reaches for his wound. Danny catches the hand before it covers the injury, gently pulling it away. He can see the wound clearer, no longer half covered by Helio’s hunched torso. It’s deep, at least one rib is cracked (if not broken) from where the bullet penetrated, which would explain the shaky breathing. The only reason he’s conscious is because he’s a werewolf and his body is trying to heal itself—but it can’t because the silver bullet remains deep inside. The skin on the outside has healed over it, but the inside is still raw, and if the rib did heal itself, it must not have healed in the proper place. Danny has had decent medical training throughout his many, many identities, but shouldn’t remove a bullet without any tools. The daggers hidden on his person aren’t ideal. But what would be ideal, and humane, would be general anesthesia. “What’s wrong?” Lara asks, moving into Danny’s peripheral vision. “Yeah, Doc?” Helio’s joking doesn’t disguise the worry in his eyes. Mortals need answers for things before they allow you to poke and prod, even when there are none to give. “I want to see if you have silver poisoning.” Helio’s brows furrow. “How do you do that?” Danny meets his eyes grimly. “Oh… you have to drink my blood.” “Or open your wound back up,” Danny offers. Helio fidgets. “No, no. Drinking is fine.” Danny pulls down his mask so Helio can see his smirk. The last time they saw each other, Helio broke up with him in front of Brad. The last thing Helio said to him was it’s over. Despite that, though, his sickly pale cheeks flush. “Don’t get excited,” Danny teases. Helio tries to glare, but it’s weak. “Shut up.” Danny notices the phoenix’s heart rate behind him jump. Taking Helio’s hand from his lap, Danny lays a brief kiss on his thumb before a fang clicks. It breaks the skin, thin as a paper cut, enough for a few drops of blood to absorb onto his tongue. A little bitterness, but mostly sweet, but with a strong metallic aftertaste that shouldn’t be there. His eyes darken as he pulls away, but doesn’t let go of Helio’s hand.

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[guinea-pig-enthusiast]

Danny Phantom as a show is so funny because they literally say in the intro that it's about a guy with ghost powers who is part ghost because of a lab accident and the half-ghost fights other ghosts that are confirmed to be dead people, and then it expects you to not think any further on that

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[rivenvictors]

He blinked, and the blonde was already switching from casual murder to damage control. Firm hands holding the man in place, quieting his screams in the only way a vampire knew how to. Well, maybe not the only one. Because the human man was still in one piece and walking back to Riven obeying a command; his walk stiff, and his face pale, like one of those toy soldiers. Marching back to his lover, after a lobotomy done around the corner.

There was something about vampires that irked him to his very core. Maybe because one of them broke his favorite toy.

"Only because that man was so easy to manipulate." Riven reminded him, letting his dark gaze snap to the vampire. "We'd have quite the mess on our hands, if he wasn't, wouldn't we?" his tongue was sharp as a blade.

He'd be laying dead, the man he's been kissing all night, in a pile of his own blood, and magic laced hands would have to cover it up. Vampires never cleaned after themselves. "I don't suppose you care that much about making a mess. it's always someone else cleaning after you, isn't it?"

The thought of that made his blood boil. And for a moment, he wanted to hurt the vampire. Right then and there. Just because he'd seen creatures like him play with life and death like they were Gods and that deserved some kind of punishment.

Hypocrite much?

Daniel's hands fidget around in his pockets as he looks at the pair in front of them, stood there with the air between them like this sort of weird, socially awkward fence. He hears a heartbeat in both of them, which in the grand scheme says little to nothing about what's going on here. He considers a flex of power, considers trying to stun the both of them into charmed stupor, plucking the memory of him from their mind and going on with his evening - but there's that faint spice and flora of magic that his instincts pick up on, and that means that might simply be more dangerous than things might make worth it.

He rushes the apopletic screamer instead, hand firm on his shoulder as he spins him close, eyes widening to black plates as he stares something imperative and authoritative into his mind with a whisper. There's a wind down of the man's shouting fear, and Daniel's grimace becomes a smile as he gives the guy's cheek a firm (but controlled) slap, to make it look like he's slapping the hysteria out of him. The guy stumbles before making his way back to Riven as he was told.

"See? No harm, no foul." For now anyways - he just hopes the wrong sort wasn't privy to a lot of that.

[starry-bi-sky]

pov: you're a local gothamite watching bruce wayne approach vlad masters in the blood blossom au

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[mjjune]

avof | mj june | excerpt from: chapter 7: a wolf gets thrown out a window

taglist and text version below the cut!

“I know a lot of the things people say are lies. Obviously you show up in mirrors,” he says, looking over his head to see both of them reflecting in the mirror above his tiny dresser. “And I know you’re not allergic to silver. I can tell you have enhanced strength and speed, and I assume the garlic allergy is bullshit too, but…” He clears his throat. “What about that ‘glamouring’ thing?”

Danny’s eyes twinkle with a sly smirk. “You’ve really never met a vampire before, have you?”

Helio pauses sheepishly and shakes his head.

He draws shapes against Danny’s smooth, hairless chest with his finger. “Other than watching fights, no. We have a long history of hunting and killing vampires until around ninety years ago.”

“That fucking Treaty.” Danny sighs. “Such a waste.”

Despite his tone, his face seems unwrinkled; unbothered. He’s quite beautiful, just lying there, so still he could pass for dead.

He is dead.

After a moment, Helio nudges him. “Are you going to answer me?”

Danny pushes himself up onto his elbows, his spine curving and emphasizing his tiny waist. Helio studies the bend of his back and the muscles lining his abdomen until he catches a glimpse of a devilish smile with fangs not yet retracted.

“You think I’ve used it on you?”

His tone is that smooth velvet again that makes Helio shudder, but forces it down as he nudges him. “So you can do it.”

“Yes,” he says. “We do have the ability to seduce through eye contact, touch, or voice.”

The finger that’s been tracing designs against Danny’s chest freezes when he hears “or voice.” Helio’s heart jumps and Danny smiles with satisfaction as if he’d heard it.

“You would know if I’d used it on you, Sunflower.”

Danny closes the gap and kisses him but Helio doesn’t kiss back, distracted, unconvinced. A chill runs down his spine.

Pulling back to examine his concerned features, he tilts his head to the side, eyes wide with curiosity. “You think I’d lie?”

Helio shrugs. “Dunno. Mari says I’m pretty dense.”

“She’s right.” Danny elegantly falls back down against the sheets. “Glamouring isn’t inconspicuous. Some people don’t realize it until after the effect has worn off, but most are aware that something is influencing them, they just can’t quite place it. But it depends on how obvious the vampire wants to be.”

Helio keeps his eyes on the sheets.

“You think I’d need such a sneaky trick to get you in bed, hmm?”

One moment Danny will seem genuine, and the next, his mask is so thick Helio’s unsure if there’s a person underneath. It doesn’t seem his style to glamour someone into bed, though.

Still, when he answers, his voice lacks confidence. “No, I dunno…”

The vampire’s next movement is so quick, it goes unseen. Danny’s on top of him, holding himself up with his hands on either side of Helio’s face. Helio wiggles to break free from instinct, but Danny’s legs tenderly hold his hips in place.

Danny’s head lowers so his voice whispers into his left ear, so smooth it’s as if his words are made just for him. “You don’t know…?”

Helio’s eyes squeeze shut and his body grows heavy, numb. He can’t feel the sheets or mattress underneath him or even the air. All he can feel is Danny’s soft skin against his hips and slender fingers tracing along the lines on his chest.

His heart races, but in a good way—the same way it would when Danny ran his fang down his throat or a finger up his thigh. But there’s something about it that feels off. Normally he’d speak, shoot Danny a sassy retort, but his breath is shallow and he can’t hold on to his thoughts. Even with his eyes shut he feels the world falling away.

He forces his eyes open but it’s a mistake. Danny’s bright black irises stare at him with a look so full of deep wanting that it makes his spine arch. He must be closer to him, he must smell him, breathe him in, touch him—he’s mine. He reaches up to pull Danny closer and connect, kiss, but Danny is gone.

The heaviness, that strange air, the dizzying buzz in his ears are gone. Helio blinks a few times. No one is on top of him. Did that actually happen or was it was all in my head?

The numbness fades, replaced by a tingling that makes his body tremble. But he manages to flip onto his side, grabbing the only pillow that survived their antics and throwing it at Danny who sits cross-legged by the foot of the bed like nothing happened.

He catches the pillow easily and sets it in his lap. His voice is just as delicate as when he’d been next to Helio’s ear, but it doesn’t have that same dizzying effect. “Told ya you would know.”

Helio’s voice breaks. “¡Vete a la mierda!”

Danny smiles with an innocent shrug. “You seemed unconvinced.”

“So that’s how you convince me?”

A wink. “It worked, didn’t it?”

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[mjjune]

Thought I would do this since I do have one (1) singular scene that occurs in a car.

The taxi pulls to the curb and comes to a halt. Danny takes out a wad of cash from somewhere in his shirt and hands it to the driver. He hesitates. “This is way more than–” “Consider it incentive to not tell anyone you saw a [Redacted :P].” “Sure thing.” Lara opens her mouth to argue, but Danny's intense eyes keep her quiet. “You’re staring again.” “Sorry…” She clears her throat, and turns to kick Jackie—she knows her roommate well, it takes a good jolt to wake her up—as Danny opens the door to step out onto the sidewalk. Even the way he steps out of the car is like a delicate dancer. “I’ve just never met a vampire before.” He smiles, all traces of his glare gone, as he does a little bow and holds out his gloved hand to help her out of the cab. Again, unnatural stillness. “Then I should make a good impression.” Lara can’t help but smile back, taking his hand.

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