#danny markowitz

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NSFW Alphabet - Daniel Markowitz

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

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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.

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meet the parents | daniel markowitz

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pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | after 3 months of dating daniel finally introduces you to his parents and invites you to spend the eighth night of hanukkah with his family.

warnings | f!reader, jewish!reader, fluff.

word count | 4.4k

a/n | i wanna give a huge thank you to @kawaii1kitten for reading over this for me to make sure everything was accurate, it meant so much for someone to offer up their time like that and it was greatly appreciated. i got this request back at the end of january but have been incredibly busy since then (21st birthday, trying to get my license, new season of yellowjackets, writing a 7.6k word fic about jason from hell of a summer that you should all read…) but i did also take some time to research hanukkah for this fic. if anything is falsely represented or you think could be portrayed differently please let me know and i can fix any mistakes made! thank you so much for the request and hopefully it came out to your liking. also thank you to @joeloverture as always for reading over this and giving me input!!

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You had been dating Danny for three months and somehow still hadn’t met his family, it wasn’t the most unusual thing in the world but you couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious. You would always hang out at your house, never at his. He always made an excuse about a messy room or someone working from home that day and you were beginning to feel a bit fed up with it. Today he was picking you up for a date, a trip to the movies. You heard his horn go off and ran outside, hopping into the passenger seat. You lean over and give him a quick peck, “You look cute today, scruffy, but cute.” You caress his cheek, looking at him lovingly.

He blushes, leaning into your touch like a cat. “So you don’t want me to shave?”

“Not yet…I’ll be generous and give you another week,” you tease, pinching the pale flesh of his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. He giggles and pulls away from you, he backs out of your driveway and starts to head towards the theater. 

You could save your questioning till after the movie, make it easier on both of you, but you’ve never been known to choose the easy route. You decide to come right out with it, “Why haven’t you introduced me to your family yet?”

He coughs nervously, “W-What?”

“Your family. You haven’t introduced me to them at all, you haven’t even brought me over to your house. We always just go to mine. There has to be a reason, so tell me Danny, what is it?”

His face grows hot and he swallows nervously. “I-It just hasn’t been the right time…they’re always busy. Y’know…I just…”

“You hardly talk about any of them besides your grandma, who sounds lovely by the way. But it just feels weird, if you have a bad relationship with them I’ll drop it but I’m just curious about your family. It feels like you’re hiding me from them and vice versa,” you explain.

He sighs, “My parents are just…a lot, okay? They still treat me like I’m a kid, hell my mom still has Life-360 installed on my phone.”

You giggle, “Were you a bad kid in high school or something?”

He laughs, “The furthest from it actually. I hardly went out, never went to parties, never did drugs. I was a good kid, my parents just…they’re intense and I know they care but they don’t really treat me like an adult yet. I didn’t want to scare you away or have you think I’m some Norman Bates mommy’s boy, I just want you to like me.”

“I already like you, dork. Do you think I’d be going out with you for three months if I didn’t like you? I’m certainly not dating you for your car.”

“But you could be dating me for my money,” he jokes.

“I’m practically your sugar mommy, mr. unemployed, I don’t wanna hear it.” 

“Okay…okay, I get it, you do actually like me. But are you sure you wanna meet my parents?”

“Yes! C’mon, let them get the embarrassing stage out of the way already. I’ll come over and bring them some nice wine and nod politely while they show me baby pictures and tell me embarrassing stories about you from your childhood. Doesn’t that sound nice?” You’re trying your hardest to convince him.

“It sounds better without them embarrassing me but I guess it could be worse…why don’t you come over for the final night of Hanukkah, it’s the one day this week where both my parents are off work so they won’t be super stressed or anything. We’re doing it at my grandmas so you’ll get to meet her too,” he suggests, finally giving in.

“I finally get to meet the famous Thelma Post you’ve been telling me about!” You celebrate.

“I’ve told her all about you too, she’s been asking when she can meet you.” He starts to poorly imitate his grandma, “Danny I’ll have one foot in the grave before you bring her over to see me!” You both burst into laughter at his imitation. “Don’t tell her I did that…please…”

You hold your pinky up, “Pinky promise.”

It’s the eighth day of Hanukkah and Daniel had come over to your place to help you cook, he insisted that you didn’t need to bring anything but you were determined to make a good impression. He’d been here for a few hours helping you make sufganiyot, normally his mom would make some but she was more than happy to leave that task up to you once you’d offered. You’d already made the filing the night before, letting it sit in the fridge for a few hours. Danny had been eyeing it as soon as he saw it in the fridge. Once you were done preparing the sufganiyot you’d piped some onto his finger, letting him finally have a taste. He sucks the cream off his finger and moans at the taste, “Fuck this is good. My mom is gonna have one bite of this and ask when I’m putting a ring on your finger, I swear.” 

“And what are you gonna tell her?” You tease, placing a hand on the counter and leaning against it, trying to look seductive.

“That I need an actual job before I can even think of walking into a jewelry store.” 

You roll your eyes and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him to give you a soft kiss. He looks a bit silly, wearing the apron you’d bought him when you’d gone grocery shopping the other day. It had a stupid little slogan that made you cringe on it and you knew it’d be perfect for him. When he’d arrived you held it up for him and he rolled his eyes. “For me?” He teases, holding his hand up to his mouth. You smacked him with a dish towel. 

While you went to get cleaned up and changed for the party Danny lounged on the small couch in your living room, flicking through the channels. He was grateful the SY-FY channel was still playing shitty horror movies this time of year. He’d gotten about halfway through Sharknado when you came out into the living room ready to go. You’d done natural makeup, some soft smoked out eyeliner and some lip gloss. You were dressed casual but cute, wearing a dark blue sweater and some black jeans. Danny sits up from the couch and smiles as his eyes rake over you, “You look great.”

“You’re so sweet to me, Danny. C’mere.” You outstretch your hand to him, pulling him up from the couch and into your arms to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He grabs the wine off the counter and you grab your tray of sufganiyot and he opens the front door for you, locking it up before opening the passenger door for you. As you sit in the car on the way to his grandma's condo your knee bounces up and down, a nervous tick that you’ve had for years. Danny notices and places his hand on your thigh.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. I should be freaking out more than you, I have no idea what  embarrassing shit they’re gonna tell you tonight!” 

“I really hope they have a whole scrapbook for me to look at. I wanna see every embarrassing school photo, your awkward prom pictures, your cute little baby pictures.”

He groans, “Your parents didn’t show me any of that for you though!”

You laugh, “Uh yeah because I told them I’d never come back home again if they did.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m not mean…I just know how to get what I want.”

He narrows his eyes but keeps them on the road, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Your hands are trembling when you get to his grandma's condo, you knew you’d be nervous you just didn’t know you’d be this nervous. “Do you think they’ll like me?”

He chuckles and parks the car, “They’ll love you. You have your shit together, you’re beautiful, you’ve helped me get my shit together I’m pretty sure that’s everything they want in a woman for me.” 

“And if they somehow don’t like me?”

“Then I’m staying with you anyway, I don’t care what they think. I know they’re gonna love you and I know for a fact that my grandma is gonna love you. Before the night is over she’ll be shoving her phone in my hand and demanding I friend you on Facebook for her.” He smiles at you like you’re the only girl he’s ever loved, he means every word he says, he’s not just trying to make you feel better.

“The only approval I need is yours and Thelmas.” He laughs at your joke and leans across the console to kiss you. He cups your face gently. When you pull away he’s smiling like a schoolboy.

Your face contorts in confusion, “What?”

“I just…” He runs his hand through his hair, “I really like you. I’m happy we’re doing this.”

You feel like a lovesick teenager, “Me too.”

Daniel goes around and opens your door, bowing his head as you step out of the car. “You’re such a nerd, you know that, right?”

He smiles at you playfully, “Are you gonna bully me in front of my parents? I don’t think they’ll like that too much. My grandma especially won’t.” 

“Well shit I can’t let Thelma down…”

“Exactly, so be nice!” He kisses your cheek and leads you to the door. He knocks quickly before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You rest your head against his shoulder as you wait for his parents to open the door. You hear rustling and suddenly the door opens. His mom is standing there with a huge smile on her face. At first glance she doesn’t look much like him, she’s got dark brown hair cut into a neat bob and light green eyes. When she smiles that’s when you see the resemblance. Her tortoiseshell glasses pair nicely with her tan sweater and brown pants. 

“It’s so good to see you two! Come in, come in!” She exclaims, moving aside for the two of you to come in. You follow Daniel inside and kick off your shoes by the door before going into the kitchen to put your sufganiyot down on the counter. There’s already a few dishes sitting out and ready to go. Latkes with a small dish of sour cream sat next to them, fried bimuelos with honey drizzled over top, and some brisket. His mom, Gail, hugs you like she’s known you her whole life. 

“Danny has told us so much about you, I was wondering when he would finally introduce you,” she says, nudging him playfully with her elbow. He looks down at the floor bashfully.

“I guess I didn’t realize everyone was so…eager to meet.”

“Well with how you talked about her we all wanted to finally see the lovely girl. How are you?” His father, Alan, comes up behind Danny and outstretches his hand to you. You shake his hand and smile politely. 

“I’m great, Danny takes the best care of me. You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

Daniel looks down blushing again, he does this every time you praise him. It’s something he’ll never get used to. 

You take a second to look around the room, her kitchen reminds you so much of your grandma’s house. The only word you can think of for it is cozy. She has an array of plants all over the kitchen, some are sat on the windowsill above the sink. A few of the bigger ones sit on a white metal shelf populated by some cutesy glassware and a couple cookbooks. You feel right at home. You grab the wine from Daniel and present it to his parents, “I wasn’t sure what kind you would like so I hope this is okay.”

They take the bottle and inspect it, “It’s perfect.”

His parents thank you and bring you into the small tv nook where Thelma is sitting comfortably on the family's couch. You marvel at the collection of books she’s collected over her lifetime. They sit cozily on her built-in shelves, a modest CRT TV sits at the center. On each side of the couch sits more bookshelves. You can imagine yourself curled up on her orange and white pinstripe couch spending your days working through her collection.  “Grandma, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.” She turns and smiles as she sees you. She’s quick to get to her feet, walking towards you happily. “Oh honey! Finally! I thought we’d never get to meet at this rate, ah, look at you! Danny you’ve always had good taste but she’s got to be my favorite! Oh just look at her, Danny you make such a cute couple.” Now it’s your turn to blush as Thelma gushes over you. She holds your hands in hers and smiles at you warmly.

“You’re too kind…Danny has said so much about you. I think he’s been hiding me away so I don’t become your new best friend,” you joke, helping Daniel lead her to the front of the house. The house is set up a bit strangely, her main living room is quite spacious, and a bar sits behind one of the floral couches. It’s unused, now displaying various family photos. There’s even more books on more beautiful shelves, you wonder if she’s read them all.

Thelma playfully swats at Daniel's arm, “Have you been hiding her? I always could do with more friends. You know that, Danny.” You admire their menorah as it sits on a white tray on a small table in front of the window, it’s a beautiful gold color, made of brass. It was his parents' wedding gift. A blue table runner sits beneath it.

He giggles, “Can you blame me for wanting to keep her to myself?” The three of you stand together, his parents on either side. 

You watch as his father loads the candles, their matchbook sits on the tray next to the menorah. You watch as his father strikes the match and lights the shamash and begins to recite the blessings. “Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah. Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech HaOlam, she’asah nisim l’avoteinu, b’yamim haheim bazman hazeh.” Once he’s finished reciting the blessings he lights each candle from left to right and puts the shamash at its place in the center. It makes you think of past Hanukkah celebrations you’d spent with your family, it’s the first year you’re not spending it with them. You have a feeling you can convince Daniel to come to yours next year.

You all head to the kitchen and grab a plate and start to grab your food, you load your plate up happily.

Daniel pours you each a glass of wine, Thelma has water instead. The table is small which makes things a bit cramped but you make it work, you and Daniel sitting close enough that your elbows knock occasionally.

“Was your family alright with you missing out on celebrating with them this year?” Thelma asks as she sips from her glass.

“They understood, they’d like Danny to come to ours next year for a night. They really loved him when they met him.” Daniel squeezes your hand softly.

“Oh of course! Maybe we could all get together next year, have a little party!” She suggests.

“That sounds perfect. I’m sure they’d love to.” 

As you begin to dig into your food you look over at Gail with a sly smirk. “So…what was Danny like as a kid?”Daniel chokes on his wine, his eyes going wide. He didn’t expect you to start asking about this as soon as dinner started.

Gail smiles knowingly at Daniel, she knows just how badly she’s about to embarrass him and she’s going to cherish this moment for as long as it lasts. “Oh he was just precious. Such a sweet smiley little boy,” she takes a sip of her wine, “but he was so shy. I remember on his first day of Kindergarten he was so scared, he wouldn’t let go of my leg. Poor thing…”

“Aww Danny…I was a shy kid too. Maybe not that shy but it took me a while to grow out of it. I remember sitting at a table with a group of other shy kids in English class and we were all supposed to do some project together and I had to pull myself out of my shell for it because none of them wanted to,” you laugh.

“That sounds like Danny. Y’know there was this shy boy in his class when he was younger,” she turns to face Daniel, “Wendy Horowitz’ son, do you remember him?”

Daniel nods. He has no clue who she’s talking about.

“Anyway, he got hooked on Don Julio and he’s been in and out of rehabs ever since. Always made me worried for Danny, you never know what the quiet ones are doing…”

“Well I don’t drink much, I’ll have one if I go out somewhere nice for dinner, but I’m usually the designated driver. Danny doesn’t really have much when we go out either.”

Gail rubs Daniel on the shoulder, “Oh you’re cutting back on the drinking? Good, see Alan she’s already a good influence, only 3 months in!”

Alan smiles, “You did get him to throw out that ratty old cardigan too.”

“There were too many holes for it to be considered wearable at that point. I bought him a nice new one to replace it.”

Daniel blushes, “The new one is softer…”

“He’s always worn his clothes till they were falling apart…I’d always fix them up so he could wear his favorites a bit longer,” Thelma says.

Daniel looks at her with nothing but love in his eyes and smiles,”And thank you for that. You’re why most of my favorite sweaters are still around.” 

Gail chuckles, a memory surfacing. “Do you remember that phase you had where you would only wear your Spider-Man costume? You were like what…six? You wore it everywhere! I remember you even demanded you wear it to school under your clothes.” Daniel's face turns bright red as the rest of you giggle.

“I uh, I think I do remember that,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“That’s cute. I think I did the same with some princess dress my mom had got me.” As fun as it is to watch him squirm with embarrassment you still don’t want him to get too embarrassed. 

The rest of dinner is spent with Gail telling childhood stories about Daniel, most are just cute instead of embarrassing but once dinner is wrapped up is when the embarrassment really starts. Thelma is quick to lead you to her array of childhood photos of Daniel she has on display. You pick up each one, inspecting them closely as he looms over your shoulder, face bright red with embarrassment. “Do you really have to show her the middle school ones? Those are just…they’re bad…” He groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh but Danny you were so cute! Wasn’t he?” Thelma asks, turning towards you.

You giggle and smile, “The cutest.”

“See! Not embarrassing!” 

Daniel groans and puts his hands over your eyes, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I think you’ve seen enough.” It’s playful and cute. You giggle and lean back against him.

“I think I wanna see more actually-”

He’s quick to cover your mouth with one of his hands, “She doesn’t know what she’s saying. That wine must’ve been strong, right baby?” He moves his hand from your eyes to your chin, maneuvering your head to make you nod. “See? She’s all good on childhood pictures now, Grandma.”

You lick his palm and he yelps, pulling his hand away. “Don’t listen to him! Show me the worst ones!”

Thelma is doubling over in laughter at the two of you, it reminds her of when she had met her husband. “Oh I’ve got more, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” She heads over to the bookcase to start looking for her photo albums. 

Daniel leans down to whisper in your ear so softly that no one else can hear, “You’re so getting it later. You hear me?”

You giggle, “I’m sure I am, Danny…” He loves to talk a big game but hardly ever follows through. You know it’ll end in giggles and a makeout session on your couch. 

He helps Thelma bring over the photo albums, setting them down onto the coffee table before taking a seat next to you. “You better be nice to me about these.”

“Danny how bad could they be? Don’t be so dramatic, we were all dorky when we were younger.” You rub his shoulder comfortingly. You lean against his arm as he opens the first one. The first page is his mom holding him in the hospital, his tiny footprints next to the photo make you tear up a bit.

Thelma tells a small story with each photo, “He was such a smiley baby. The happiest in the family. I remember Gail called me one time to ask if it was normal for a baby to be so happy all the time,” she laughs, “she’s always been such a worrier…”

“You were adorable Danny, your smile is the same now y’know.”

He leans his head against yours, “Some things never change I guess.”

“I’m glad you’ve still got that sweet smile and all those beauty marks.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead as you continue to look through the photo albums. His face heats up with embarrassment as they reach the elementary school photos. He’s wearing silly graphic tees and missing teeth, new ones growing back into place. There’s photos of him playing video games, kindergarten and 5th grade graduations. Photos of him with childhood friends and peers, most of the names he can’t remember but he has a story for almost all of them. “He had a pet lizard! I begged my parents, and Grandma of course,” he nudges Thelma with his elbow, “for one too. But when I actually went over to his house and saw it in person it scared me so bad I never asked for another pet again!”

“What kind of lizard was it?” You ask curiously. 

“A bearded one, like that dinosaur in Jurassic Park that ate Nedry.”

Your eyes light up, “Ah! I can see why you’d be terrified now.”

He blushes bright red with embarrassment once the middle school pictures start coming up, awkward phases, bad haircuts, and plenty of embarrassing stories. It’s an awful time for everyone but it seemed particularly cringe inducing for Daniel. You and Thelma stifle laughter as he tries to defend his magician phase with his life.

“The girls were into it I swear!”

“Thelma, did you tell him that to make him feel better?” You ask, leaning forward to see her.

“I think I did…”

Daniel dramatically scoffs, feigning offense at her confession.

“Did you like try to pull a flower out from behind a girl's ear?” You joke.

His cheeks turn pink, “I-I…no…”

He’s a little less defensive over his high school photos, you can see him finding his style in every photo. He’s switched out his silly graphic tees for band t-shirts and cardigans, his cargo shorts for skinny jeans. It’s interesting to watch him figure out who he is through photos. You smile at the photos of him at concerts on his tiptoes trying to peer over the shoulders of the people in front of him. There’s ticket stubs from his favorites glued down next to the photos of him at each one. You can tell you would’ve been friends in high school, probably more considering how you ended up. He was your type to a tee. You could imagine asking him out to see whatever indie movie was playing at your local theatre, him slipping his headphones on you in a diner afterwards to show you his new favorite band. You feel a pang of sadness that you didn’t know him back then. You’re grateful to have him now. You cuddle up a bit closer to him as he gets to the final picture, it’s him on graduation day. His hair was grown out and combed back under his graduation cap. His favorite is the shot of Thelma and him together. He has his arm slung over his shoulder as he holds her close.

“Why don’t we take one of you two to add to the album?” Thelma suggests.

You smile and look at Daniel, trying to see how he feels. He’s smiling just as big as you are and he nods, getting up from the couch. “Where’s the camera?”

“It’s in my office on my desk, right by the computer,” Thelma explains. Once he’s walked off to retrieve the camera she leans close to you, taking your hand in hers. “You’re my favorite of the girls he’s ever brought over. Thank you for being so good to him…I think you’re what he needs.”

You feel tears begin to well up in your eyes, your lip quivering. You reach up to wipe your tears and nod, “I think he’s what I need to.” Thelma leans forward and hugs you tight, you pull away with Daniel comes back with the camera.

“Should I call dad to come take it?” He asks Thelma.

“Oh no, dear. This is the one technology I know how to use!” She gets up from the couch and takes the camera from Daniel, directing him to sit next to you. She continues directing the two of you, telling you how to pose. “Danny at least try to look like you love her! You’re so stiff!”

He chuckles and tries to relax, pulling you closer to him. You’re leaned against him, your head on his shoulder as he holds you close. You glance up at him for a second and hear the camera go off. “Oh, I wasn’t ready!”

Thelma smiles down at the photo, turning the camera back around for the two of you to look. It’s instantly your new favorite photo of the two of you. You’re cuddled up, gazing into each other's eyes. “I think it’s perfect, dear.”

[fan-of-everything]

ndnfnsjfnfnqnqi marry me, maybe?

he's such a guy you could just hang out with and he wouldn't mind doing nothing. he'd just sit there and agree to whatever you're saying

[snazzynacho]

My Thelma dvd arrived hehehe Fred Hechinger here I come

[samslvrgirl]

I’m back! 💕

Now that I took a couple of days to recover, I’ll be trying my best to upload those requests.

Danny (Thelma) will be up in a couple days since it’s nearly completed.☺️

[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?”

[kwebtv]

MacShayne: Winner Takes All - NBC - February 11, 1994

Drama

Running Time: 120 minutes

Stars:

 Kenny Rogers as John J "Jack" MacShayne

Terry O'Quinn as Danny Leggett

Wendy Phillips as Hannah Foss

John Karlen as Waldo Church

J. A. Preston as Pete Webb

Richard McGonagle as Dix Guthrie

Robert Guy Miranda as Martin Rome

Jeff Allin as Sheldon Markowitz

Debra Jo Rupp as Alice

Barry Newman as Andy Capasso

Ann Jillian As Miranda Church

Stephen Bridgewater as Charter Clerk

Ray Buktenica as Charlie Dear

(In 1993, NBC attempted to reboot its "NBC Mystery Movie" wheel of the 1970s, which had aired, in weekly rotation, several popular mystery serires, including McMillian & Wife, McCloud, and most famously, Columbo. The new "NBC Mystery Movie" wheel was to be led by the Perry Mason movies starring Raymond Burr, which had proven to be popular over the eight years and 26 movies that had been made up to that point. Staying Afloat starring Larry Hagman was intended to be part of the wheel, as well as movies starring Louis Gossett, Jr, and even Kenny Rogers, the latter playing a ex-con named MacShayne who works as a casino house detective in Las Vegas.

Tragically, after Raymond Burr's death that same year, and the failure of the "Perry Mason Mystery" series that was meant to continue the Mason franchise without him, the new "Mystery Movie" wheel was scrapped.)

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BAFTA 2020

British Academy of Film and Television Arts, anche conosciuti come gli oscar britannici, premiano annualmente le migliori produzioni cinematografiche al Royal Albert Hall di Londra. Quest’anno la cerimonia si svolta il 2 febbraio 2020 ed è stata presentata dal celebre conduttore tv e comico irlandese Graham Norton. Sul red carpet gran parte dello star system e del jet-set UK e non solo, accanto a star internazionali ed i duchi di Cambridge, Kate e William, presenti al primo evento mondano all’indomani dell’addio alla casa reale del Principe Harry e della definitiva rottura con l’Unione Europea.

Tutto sommato è stato un inizio 2020 piuttosto caldo per la politica britannica, una serata glamour ed ampi sorrisi non può certo stonare. I premi assegnati sono stati tantissimi, tanto per cominciare il premio per il contributo al cinema britannico, un riconoscimento alla carriera si può ben dire, è andato ad Andy Serkis, il primo seduto a sinistra nella foto di gruppo dei vincitori. Alcuni film si sono confermati un successo internazionale, ottenendo il secondo riconoscimento, dopo i Golden Globe di appena un mese fa.

Tra questi, a trionfare sicuramente 1917, di Sam Mendes, che si è aggiudicato ben 7 statuette, accostando ai premi già vinti ai Golden Globe, la maschera dei BAFTA 2020 per miglior regia e miglior film. La giuria britannica non si è limitata a considerarlo come il miglior film (dell’anno) ma ha scelto di ampliare il parterre di elogio premiandolo come miglior film britannico, per la fotografia, gli effetti speciali, il sonoro e la scenografia. Insomma, se non l’avete ancora visto, correte!

Il film evento del 2019, made in Corea, Parasite nonostante la candidatura come miglior regia e miglior film (dell’anno), si conferma anche a Londra come miglior film straniero ed aggiunge sulla mensola il premio per la migliore sceneggiatura originale.

E’ l’anno di Joker interpretato da Joaquin Phoenix come miglior attore, che nei suoi ringraziamenti ha fatto notare l’assenza di meritevoli colleghi di colore nella schiera dei nominati. Il villain della DC Comics aveva ottenuto 4 candidature ai Golden Globe vincendone 2 (miglior attore e miglior colonna sonora), gli stessi ottenuti anche a Londra, seppure le nominations fossero ben 10.

Altra conferma da Los Angeles per la miglior attrice: confermata Renée Zellweger anche dai cugini britannici. La sua interpretazione in Judy completerebbe la tripletta dei premi più prestigiosi al mondo con l’Oscar del 9 febbraio! Idem anche Laura Dern in Storia di un matrimonio e Brad Pitt in C’era una volta a… Hollywood per i ruoli da non protagonisti.

C’è delusione per l’ultimo film di Quentin Tarantino,  C’era una volta a… Hollywood, a Londra. Stessa sorte anche per Martin Scorsese che, nonostante le 10 nominations per The Irishman, torna a casa a mani vuote.

Torno a gioire per Klaus, il film d’animazione nuovamente vincitore! La produzione Netflix ha saputo dosare l’arte dell’animazione e la magia del Natale in un prodotto eccellente e meritevole di tanto prestigio. La conferma del successo anche al BAFTA 2020 è una riprova della crescita che il cinema spagnolo sta vivendo, grazie – e soprattutto #imho – alla presenza del colosso mondiale dello streaming.

La mia personale delusione è per Piccole Donne, l’adattamento e la regia di Greta Gerwig avrebbe certamente meritato molto più del solo premio al miglior costume. La concorrenza è spietata sul fronte interpretativo (nominations per: miglior attrice protagonista per Saoirse Ronan, non protagonista per Florence Pugh) ma continuo a pensare che Piccole Donne non abbia rivali per colonna sonora di Alexander Desplat, BAFTA 2020 invece vinto da Hildur Guðnadóttir per Joker e sceneggiatura non originale della Gerwig, vinto da Taika Waititi per Jojo Rabbit.

Nell’attesa dell’ultima e più importante tornata di premi Oscar di domenica 9 Febbraio, lascio la lista completa di nominati e vincitori dei BAFTA 2020 per futura memoria:

MIGLIOR FILM

1917 THE IRISHMAN JOKER C’ERA UNA VOLTA…A HOLLYWOOD PARASITE

MIGLIORI FILM BRITANNICI 

1917 BAIT – L’ESCA FOR SAMA ROCKETMAN SORRY WE MISSED YOU I DUE PAPI

MIGLIOR DEBUTTO PER UNO SCENEGGIATORE, REGISTA O PRODUTTORE BRITANNICO 

BAIT Mark Jenkin (Writer/Director), Kate Byers, Linn Waite (Producers) FOR SAMA Waad al-Kateab (Director/Producer), Edward Watts (Director) MAIDEN Alex Holmes (Director) ONLY YOU Harry Wootliff (Writer/Director) RETABLO Álvaro Delgado-Aparicio (Writer/Director)

MIGLIOR FILM NON IN LINGUA INGLESE

PARASITE Bong Joon-ho THE FAREWELL Lulu Wang, Daniele Melia FOR SAMA Waad al-Kateab, Edward Watts PAIN AND GLORY Pedro Almodóvar, Agustín Almodóvar PORTRAIT OF A LADY ON FIRE Céline Sciamma, Bénédicte Couvreur

MIGLIOR DOCUMENTARIO

FOR SAMA Waad al-Kateab, Edward Watts AMERICAN FACTORY Steven Bognar, Julia Reichert APOLLO 11 Todd Douglas Miller DIEGO MARADONA Asif Kapadia THE GREAT HACK Karim Amer, Jehane Noujaime

MIGLIOR FILM D’ANIMAZIONE

KLAUS Sergio Pablos, Jinko Gotoh FROZEN 2 Chris Buck, Jennifer Lee, Peter Del Vecho A SHAUN THE SHEEP MOVIE: FARMAGEDDON Will Becher, Richard Phelan, Paul Kewley TOY STORY 4 Josh Cooley, Mark Nielsen

MIGLIOR REGISTA

1917 Sam Mendes THE IRISHMAN Martin Scorsese JOKER Todd Phillips C’ERA UNA VOLTA…A HOLLYWOOD Quentin Tarantino PARASITE Bong Joon-ho

MIGLIOR SCENEGGIATURA ORIGINALE

PARASITE Han Jin Won, Bong Joon-ho BOOKSMART Susanna Fogel, Emily Halpern, Sarah Haskins, Katie Silberman KNIVES OUT Rian Johnson STORIA DI UN MATRIMONIO Noah Baumbach C’ERA UNA VOLTA…A HOLLYWOOD Quentin Tarantino

MIGLIOR SCENEGGIATURA NON ORIGINALE

JOJO RABBIT Taika Waititi THE IRISHMAN Steven Zaillian JOKER Todd Phillips, Scott Silver PICCOLE DONNE Greta Gerwig THE TWO POPES Anthony McCarten

MIGLIOR ATTRICE PROTAGONISTA

RENÉE ZELLWEGER Judy JESSIE BUCKLEY Wild Rose SCARLETT JOHANSSON Storia di un Matrimonio SAOIRSE RONAN Piccole Donne CHARLIZE THERON Bombshell

MIGLIOR ATTORE PROTAGONISTA

JOAQUIN PHOENIX Joker LEONARDO DICAPRIO Once Upon a Time… In Hollywood ADAM DRIVER Storia di un Matrimonio TARON EGERTON Rocketman JONATHAN PRYCE I due Papi

MIGLIOR ATTRICE NON PROTAGONISTA

LAURA DERN Storia di un matrimonio SCARLETT JOHANSSON Jojo Rabbit FLORENCE PUGH Piccole Donne MARGOT ROBBIE Bombshell MARGOT ROBBIE Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood

MIGLIORE ATTORE NON PROTAGONISTA

BRAD PITT Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood TOM HANKS Un Amico Straordinario ANTHONY HOPKINS I due Papi AL PACINO The Irishman JOE PESCI The Irishman

MIGLIORI MUSICHE ORIGINALI

JOKER Hildur Guđnadóttir 1917 Thomas Newman JOJO RABBIT Michael Giacchino PICCOLE DONNE Alexandre Desplat STAR WARS: L’ASCESA DI SKYWALKER John Williams

CASTING

JOKER Shayna Markowitz STORIA DI UN MATRIMONIO Douglas Aibel, Francine Maisler C’ERA UNA VOLTA…A HOLLYWOOD Victoria Thomas THE PERSONAL HISTORY OF DAVID COPPERFIELD Sarah Crowe I DUE PAPI Nina Gold

MIGLIOR FOTOGRAFIA

1917 Roger Deakins THE IRISHMAN Rodrigo Prieto JOKER Lawrence Sher LE MANS ’66 Phedon Papamichael THE LIGHTHOUSE Jarin Blaschke

MIGLIOR MONTAGGIO

LE MANS ’66 Andrew Buckland, Michael McCusker THE IRISHMAN Thelma Schoonmaker JOJO RABBIT Tom Eagles JOKER Jeff Groth ONCE UPON A TIME… IN HOLLYWOOD Fred Raskin

PRODUCTION DESIGN

1917 Dennis Gassner, Lee Sandales THE IRISHMAN Bob Shaw, Regina Graves JOJO RABBIT Ra Vincent, Nora Sopková JOKER Mark Friedberg, Kris Moran C’ERA UNA VOLTA…A HOLLYWOOD Barbara Ling, Nancy Haigh

COSTUME DESIGN

PICCOLE DONNE Jacqueline Durran THE IRISHMAN Christopher Peterson, Sandy Powell JOJO RABBIT Mayes C. Rubeo JUDY Jany Temime C’ERA UNA VOLTA…A HOLLYWOOD Arianne Phillips

MIGLIOR TRUCCO E PARRUCCO

BOMBSHELL Vivian Baker, Kazu Hiro, Anne Morgan 1917 Naomi Donne JOKER Kay Georgiou, Nicki Ledermann JUDY Jeremy Woodhead ROCKETMAN Lizzie Yianni Georgiou

MIGLIORI EFFETTI SONORI

1917 Scott Millan, Oliver Tarney, Rachael Tate, Mark Taylor, Stuart Wilson JOKER Tod Maitland, Alan Robert Murray, Tom Ozanich, Dean Zupancic LE MANS ’66 David Giammarco, Paul Massey, Steven A. Morrow, Donald Sylvester ROCKETMAN Matthew Collinge, John Hayes, Mike Prestwood Smith, Danny Sheehan STAR WARS: L’ASCESA DI SKYWALKER David Acord, Andy Nelson, Christopher Scarabosio, Stuart Wilson, Matthew Wood

MIGLIORI EFFETTI SPECIALI

1917 Greg Butler, Guillaume Rocheron, Dominic Tuohy AVENGERS: ENDGAME Dan Deleeuw, Dan Sudick THE IRISHMAN Leandro Estebecorena, Stephane Grabli, Pablo Helman IL RE LEONE Andrew R. Jones, Robert Legato, Elliot Newman, Adam Valdez STAR WARS: L’ASCESA DI SKYWALKER Roger Guyett, Paul Kavanagh, Neal Scanlan, Dominic Tuohy

MIGLIORI CORTI D’ANIMAZIONE BRITANNICI

GRANDAD WAS A ROMANTIC. Maryam Mohajer IN HER BOOTS Kathrin Steinbacher THE MAGIC BOAT Naaman Azhari, Lilia Laurel

MIGLIORI CORTOMETRAGGI

LEARNING TO SKATEBOARD IN A WARZONE (IF YOU’RE A GIRL) Carol Dysinger, Elena Andreicheva AZAAR Myriam Raja, Nathanael Baring GOLDFISH Hector Dockrill, Harri Kamalanathan, Benedict Turnbull, Laura Dockrill KAMALI Sasha Rainbow, Rosalind Croad THE TRAP Lena Headey, Anthony Fitzgerald

EE RISING STAR AWARD

Si tratta del premio per stelle nascenti in ambito artistico, assegnato con voto del pubblico

MICHEAL WARD AWKWAFINA JACK LOWDEN KAITLYN DEVER KELVIN HARRISON JR.

[ch-dld-bft-brit-omm]

Charlie Barnet - Cherokee (1958)

Charlie Barnet (as, ss ts) Charlie Shavers (tpt) Irwin "Marky" Markowitz (tpt) Jimmy Nottingham (tpt) Al·Stewart (tpt) Clark Terry (tpt) Billy Byers (tpt) Bobby Byrne (tb) Ed Price (tb) Frank Sarroco (tb) Dick Hafer (ts) Kurt Bloom (ts) Vinnie Dean (as) Pete Mondello (as, bs, ts) Danny Bank (bs) Nat Pierce (p) Chubby Jackson (b) Terry Snyder (d) Bunny Briggs (v)

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[punkrockmlchael]

so like I did it for the corroded coffin boys but uh

Would anyone wanna see NSFW alphabet for Danny Markowitz and/or Jason Hochberg? Please should I do it? Would you read it? Help

[bumblebeeswrite]

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.

[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.”

[fan-of-everything]

First scene, i was already in love with that little guy