#danny💜

[thef1diary]

Okay so I'm not the best at explaining things I'm thinking, but hear me out... Dirtybag!Daniel fucking you in front of the mirror so that you can see how good you look while he ruins you and whispers dirty degrading things in your ear - 💜 (from Em's blog 🤭)

— nonnie nonnie nonnieee omg this one had me reeling 😵‍💫 mirror sex w daniel always hits but with dirtbag!danny? even better. Lil smutty blurb under the cut <3

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, filthy filthy words, fingering, degrading terms, praising, creampie.

Daniel’s behind you, pressing close as he walks you towards the mirror. There’s no hesitation in his touch, no warning before he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze in the reflection. “You’re gonna watch tonight,” he mutters, his voice low and rough in your ear. “Every fucking second of it.”

Your cheeks burn as you try to look away, but his grip tightens ever so slightly. “Nah, sweetheart,” he says softly, his breath hot against your neck. “Eyes up. I want you to see how good you look when you’re all fucked out on my cock.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, your breath catching as he nudges your legs apart with his knee. His hands are already tugging at the waistband of your pants, yanking them down to around your ankles. You’re left in your panties, the thin fabric clinging to you, darkened and damp from the teasing touches and filthy words he’d been whispering in your ear earlier.

Daniel takes his time, thumb pressing lazily over your covered clit, slow and deliberate, just enough to make your knees buckle slightly. His gaze never strays from the mirror as he watches every flicker of pleasure that crosses your face—the way your lips part, the way your brows knit together, all of it reflected back at you.

His smirk deepens, cruel and knowing. “You like that?” he murmurs, voice a low drawl against your ear. “I’ve barely started, and you’re already falling apart.”

“Yes,” you gasp out, the single word leaving your lips strained and breathless. Daniel doesn’t let up, his fingers curling around your panties, tugging the soaked material aside to run two fingers through your slick folds, slow and taunting.

His touch is infuriating—fingers constantly sliding up and down, parting your folds just enough to tease before retreating again, never giving you the friction you so desperately need. Your hips twitch instinctively, trying to chase his fingers, but Daniel catches you immediately. His free hand presses flat against your lower stomach, holding you in place with an unforgiving grip.

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts softly, his voice thick with mockery. “None of that, sweetheart. You don’t get to chase it. You’re gonna stand here and take what I give you, nice and still. Understand?”

You nod frantically, your wide eyes meeting his in the mirror, your reflection betraying how badly you’re trembling under his firm control and torturously light touches. “Y-Yes, Danny, I understand,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

“Good girl,” he breathes, the praise rolling off his tongue in that same low drawl that makes your knees weak. The hand on your stomach flexes, just enough to remind you who’s in control, and finally—finally—his fingers push inside you, sliding deep and slow.

Your moan slips out unbidden, echoing in the quiet room as your body betrays you, your eyes fluttering shut and your lips parting in bliss. Your trembling hands fly up to grab onto the edge of the mirror for support, knuckles whitening as his fingers stretch you open.

“Look at yourself, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” Daniel murmurs, his voice rough but laced with genuineness.

Your eyes shot open and caught your reflection that made it impossible to hide—your flushed cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls, your lips trembling as he fucks you with slow, precise thrusts of his fingers. It’s overwhelming, the pressure building low in your belly as he crooks his fingers just right.

“Please,” you whisper, the word shaky and desperate as your walls pulse around him, your body practically begging for more.

“‘Please,’” he repeats, his tone a mocking echo. “You sound so fucking pretty when you beg. What do you want, pretty girl? Hm? Want me to fuck you right here?”

“Yes,” you plead, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “God, Danny, please—”

“You’re so needy tonight,” he cuts you off, his voice dark, rough, but still teasing. His fingers pull out of you suddenly, leaving you empty and aching, and you let out a small whimper of protest before he drags those same fingers back up to your clit. He presses firm, slow circles against the sensitive nub, his movements calculated as he watches your reflection with a dark satisfaction.

“You need more?” His fingers suddenly slip lower, teasing at your hole, pressing just enough to make you clench around nothing. “You sure? Seems like you’re doing just fine like this.”

“Danny,” you whine, desperate and nearly trembling now as he pushes just the very tips of his fingers inside you before pulling back, leaving you empty. It’s deliberate torture, the kind that has you grinding your hips down helplessly despite his earlier warning.

“Is that what you want?” he murmurs, leaning closer so his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “Want me to make you watch the whole fucking thing?”

“Yes,” you sob, the word tumbling from your lips without shame as your body tenses under his relentless teasing. “I need you, Danny—please.”

“You have me.” He lines himself up behind you, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and then he’s pushing inside—slow, steady, filling you inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt.

Your head falls forward, a broken moan spilling from your lips as your body stretches to take him. But Daniel isn’t having it. His hand grips your chin, forcing your head up to face the mirror. “Eyes on the mirror,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. “You’re gonna watch me ruin you, sweetheart. Don’t. Miss. A. Second.”

You nod weakly, your reflection already a mess of flushed skin and parted lips, your eyes glassy as he pulls back and thrusts into you again. His pace is slow at first, each movement deliberate and deep, forcing you to feel every inch of him.

“Look at you,” Daniel breathes, his voice full of dark satisfaction as he keeps his gaze locked with yours in the mirror. “Taking me so well. You like seeing yourself like this, don’t you? All messy and desperate for me.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammer, your voice trembling as the pleasure builds, his hips snapping forward a little harder, a little faster.

His smirk widens as his hand slips to wrap around your throat, holding you there, forcing you to watch. “That’s right, you’re such a mess for me hmm? Your cunt can’t stop dripping down my cock, such a perfect little thing for me, begging for it like a whore.”

Your lips parted on a strangled moan, eyes glazed as you clench helplessly around him. “There it is,” he praises, his voice low and filthy, teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he fucks you through it, his pace relentless. “God, look at you—so fucking ruined for me. You feel that, sweetheart? Feel how tight you’re squeezing me?”

Your response is nothing but a whimper, your hands slipping uselessly against the glass as he drags your hips back into him with bruising force.

The slap of skin meeting skin fills the room, each thrust harder, deeper, until your legs are shaking, your body pinned between the mirror and his unrelenting rhythm. He keeps his eyes locked on yours in the reflection, smug satisfaction painted all over his face.

“Filthy little thing,” he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “Letting me use you like this—letting me fuck you stupid. You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you? Dripping all over my cock like a goddamn slut.”

“Yes,” you sob, the word raw and unfiltered as he drives into you harder, the pleasure so sharp it borders on too much.

“Yeah? Look at yourself,” he snaps, tugging your chin to hold your gaze steady. “This is what you wanted. Your pretty cunt taking me so well, getting wrecked like you fucking begged for it.”

Your walls flutter around him at the filthy words, a borderline pornographic moan ripping from your throat. His filthy words are your undoing, creeping up suddenly and before you know it, you’re cumming. A choked moan leaves your lips, your vision blurring for a moment as your reflection shatters into pure sensation. Daniel doesn’t stop—his hand on your throat flexes as he fucks you through it, his movements slowing just enough to let you ride out every pulse, every jolt of your release.

“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice rough and heavy as he watches you come undone. “So fucking pretty, just like I knew you’d be.”

Daniel’s thrusts turn frantic, his control slipping as he chases his high. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he groans, his voice harsh, breath ragged. “You want it, don’t you? You want me to fill you up—want me to cum in this perfect, greedy little pussy?”

“Yes—please, Danny, please,” you cry out, your cunt becoming sensitive with every thrust.

His hips slam into you one final time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he buries himself deep, his cum spilling into you with a heat that makes you whimper.

After a moment, his gaze finds yours in the mirror, his grip softening, hands sliding over your sides before pulling you gently back against him. There’s a softness in his eyes now, though the smirk tugging at his lips remains.

“Look at you,” he mutters, almost to himself, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Fucking perfect.”

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[amethyst0cean]

Even more Danny screencaps! Season 3 edition - (S1 || S2a || S2b || S3 || PP) 👻

[methoughtsphantom]

I absolutely love buddies Danny and Jason that meet back when Jason was dead to then either lose contact because one-sided amnesia from being brought back to life or yes we have kept in touch all this time but it will not be brought up until the situation calls for it. yep. its great and angst and friendship but i raise you

Jason who regains his memories from when he was dead after being dunked in the pit but has no way on doing anything about them since he needs a core to do a summoning call and because of the corrupted ectoplasm he can’t feel his anymore

i mean

i love angst and long lost childhood(?) friends so this is a good mix of both, the storyline goes the same for jay, who on top of having to deal with the whole i-died-and-nothing-changed hurt and betrayal, struggles to make amends over having no one there for him, over having the gnawing feeling of a vital part of him missing, replaced with a feeling so raw of wrongness he wants to claw it off but can’t, that drives him to anger every time and to lash out and be afraid to find comfort in anyone because he did that, both in life and in death and both were ripped away without warning, so harshly it was like he had grabbed onto a rope he wasn’t sure it would hold only for when he finally grabbed tight it was for it to get teared away so hard it hurt his hands, left him bleeding and falling and without any support.

it certainly doesn’t help the madness, but how would he react years later when he’s back with the family and then they have to summon the ghost king??

[millieueu]

ART SUMMARY OF 2024 || millieueu

Note : The second photo was made for my Insta followers, thanking them for helping me reach 500+ follows :3)

Happy new year everyone! Thank you all so much for 131 followers! (Only 369 follows away from my goal) I appreciate every reblog and like you gave me! Was not expecting to gain a following! But I did and I’m glad it happened! I honestly thought my obsession with DP would irritate people and push them away, but it did the exact opposite and I’m so happy! I honestly thought I was such a loser for enjoying this show. But anyways I hope you all

HAVE A GREAT TIME IN 2025!! Remember to take care of yourself!! 💜

💜💜💜

[grmpgm]

+ have a quick pride edit w/ danny sexbi :)

[fancycolours]

Robert Lamm doing some free form piano in 1982. 🎹✨

[oysters-aint-for-me]

there are two they/thems on my team at work, me and another person who is relatively new to the team. i just found out that both of us are obsessed with danny devito and we have the same throw pillow with his face on it. for nonbinary people this counts as the trope “soulmate-identifying marks.”

[thef1diary]

Hi uhm so... What the fuck?! I woke up to your notification and read it immediately, am I going to hell 😭 😭 😭?!

On a serious note, that new Dirtybag!Danny was sooo oooo good and it's all I'm going to be thinking about for the rest of the day - 💜

nonnie if you’re going to hell for checking my notification, I’m probably already there 😭 thank youuuu <3

[saintcarrionn]

checover best day of my lifeeeee

[tearblossom]

[onekisstotakewithme]

🌹 🌹

I'm a mad woman, I'm simply crazy, which is why last night instead of sleeping or working on any of my myriad old wips, I decided to write... well the title of the document is "internal displacement if they had thirty more minutes and a getaway car" so...

"Danny," she says again, a little more urgently, because she thinks somewhere in the pile of good intentions and excess clothes she's shed is her beeper - beeping. CJ closes her eyes, willing away reality, because here in this backseat with the steamy windows, there's only her and Danny.

[turntechanomaly]

Should my f/os be at the club -

Wheatley: should not be at the club. Would probably enjoy himself but he'd drink too much and be very bad at dancing and probably hurt himself

Danny: Should not. Would hate the club and everyone in it

Corvo: In his younger days he was at the club but I don't think he'd enjoy it anymore. He'd get overstimulated and I don't think he enjoys being around that many people, or having drinks around people he doesn't trust. He should be having a glass of whiskey by the fireplace.

The Outsider: Should've been at the club.

V1: Would kill everyone in the club.

Ira: Absolutely not. Does not and should not drink.

Handsome Jack: Is at the club, whether you want him there or not.

Fl4k: Has no mouth to consume alcohol. Would maybe enjoy dancing.

Crowley and Aziraphale: I don't think either of them would enjoy the club very much.

Big Man: He's a celebrity! His songs are playing at the club. He's busting it down on the dance floor with Shiver & Frye and having a great time.

Simon: Overstimulated in the club. Has a very bad time

Winter King: Ok genuinely I have no idea for him

Dave: Once again, is at the club whether you want him there or not. He's in vegas doing copious amounts of cocaine as we speak.

[shadowlinktheshadow]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ❤️❤️❤️

love yourself bitch <3

ok dad

[millieueu]

AAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS! 💜🩵💚

Took a little break to draw this 👻✨💜💚🖤 it was fun!!!

[onekisstotakewithme]

love being bisexual it’s just like BJ? Good. Peggy? Good. BJ AND Peggy? Gooooooooood

[bazingadotnet]

i love danny mcbride