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angrelysimpping · 5 months

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December Prompts Day 2: Baking

GN! Reader with GN! Alex, Avery, and Wren

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Male!OC Danny x Friend's Male!OC Joaquim

Word counts and any other content descriptions with each character's section

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Alex

Reader (you/your); Alex (they/them); mentioned nightmares; fluff :3

Words: 109

Alex hums softly as they mix the ingredients together, a somewhat familiar tune they’d sometimes hum as you sat curled against them in the mornings or when you woke them with nightmares. They'd always wrap a strong arm around you, calloused fingers brushing over your scalp in sooth patterns, gentle hum lulling you back to sleep. They catch you watching them, a wide smile blooming across their face as they set the bowl down as they reach out, a warm hand catching yours and pulling you towards them. You laugh, their arms encircling your waist as they start to guide you around the kitchen, still humming as they dance.

Avery

Reader (you/your); Avery (they/them); could bee yandere Avery if you so choose; Avery's rage rears it's head a bit but nothing happens

Words: 205

Rushing around Avery’s kitchen is still a new experience for you. The business person had only invited you to live with them a month ago, after all. You still got tripped up on where the mugs were stored and how they liked the dishwasher filled. At this rate you weren’t going to finish cleaning up before they got home, let alone finish the- “What. A. Mess.” You freeze, eyes snapping to the doorway. There Avery stands, jaw tense and eyes steel as they roam the kitchen, taking in every speck of flour and smear of egg. Before you can say anything in your defense, the oven dings, and you rush to open it without thought. You can almost feel Avery bristle as you focus on your baking, ignoring them. But their tension starts to melt, shoulders relaxing and expression lightening, as you turn, displaying a freshly baked cake. “Sorry, I messed up the timing and had to start again so I didn’t have time to clean up and-” the words tumble past your lips, breathless as you try to explain yourself. Stopping, you gather yourself for a moment before giving Avery a soft smile. “Happy Birthday, Avery. We can ice it together, if you want?”

Wren

Reader (you/your); Wren (they/them)

Words: 195

When you first entered the kitchen, you hadn’t scoped the place out. You didn’t look for all the best spaces to hide or what was low enough for you to jump over for a quick escape if you had to. That was your first mistake. Your second mistake was not immediately shutting Wren down when they teased they’d come help you bake some cookies. Your third mistake was letting Wren near the flour. But they were all mistakes you’d make again as Wren vaults a counter, flour streaking their face as they grab at you. “Wren!” You squeal as the smuggler’s arm wraps around your neck and they crush your head against their chest in a headlock. “You slippery lil shit.” For their harsh words, they’re still laughing, and you can hear how hard their heart is pounding in their chest. With a devilish smile, you grind back against their crotch, and, for a moment, their grip slackens. Taking your chance, you slip out of their arms, throwing another fist full of flour at the blonde as you scamper out of the kitchen. It’s not long before you hear their quick footfalls racing after you.

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Dannim

Danny Ashton x Joaquim St. James; mentioned escape from a dangerous situation but nothing is specified; is this the first time I've mentioned Barty on here? I gotta fix that; Joaquim and Aksel belong to 💜@inkyquince💜

Words: 232

“Hey, Kimi?” Joaquim pauses, hands still and head tilting back toward where Danny stands in the door frame of the tiny kitchen. Their kitchen. Their house. They’d just moved in, bought it outright with the St. James money. ‘A step above a shed,’ Danny had joked, but the naked joy in his voice of finally getting to settle, to not move every few months to escape Aksel, had made Joaquim love it all the same. “I made you something.” Danny moves forward, pressing his chest to the shorter man’s back. A familiar position that Joaquim relaxes into subconsciously. Danny’s long fingers glide over his forearms, tracing along his hands and stopping at his knuckles. At the rings he wore. Slowly, almost delicately, Danny takes a ring off, pressing it to Joaquim’s calloused fingertips. “You were baking the other day, kneading dough.” Joaquim hums, taking the jewelry, rubbing the metal between his thumb and forefinger. “Saw you patting the counter, trying to find your rings.” He lets out a chagrined laugh, “Barty pawed at them.” “He did, he did.” Danny agrees, hand wrapping around Joaquim’s and guiding it up to the wall. There’s something new. A curved hook, the tip somewhat blunted as if to keep seeking, unseeing fingers safe. A row of them, in fact. “For you to keep your rings.” Danny’s voice, almost a whisper, sends a shiver down Joaquim’s spine.

#alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #wren the smuggler #dannim #danny the possessed #joaquim the tongue #quiet ocs #others ocs #degrees of lewdity #jesus this took me 20 min to format ><

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inkyquince · 21 days

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Qks: Danny and kimi + threesome

if you don't know, danny belongs to @angrelysimpping and kimi is my boy.

You didn't usually do this. Neither did the Red Head, you felt. The only person who seemed totally comfortable, was the stupidly pretty black haired one, the one you first approached after some liquid courage from the bar. Some banter, some flirting, a phone call from his boyfriend, you apologising, he showing you a picture of his boyfriend, you going right back to thirsting, and a car ride later, and you were here.

Here, humping desperately at the thick fucking cock stretching out your hole while Danny grinned up at you, pushed his black hair back and started lapping at it, ruining your already puffy entrance. The redhead, Joaquim (or Kimiiiii as his boyfriend had called him when entering the room) had his thick forearm against your throat, pulling you back against his built chest, but didn't thrust. You felt his lips pressed against your shoulder curl into a smile as you did it all for them, humping at his cock and desperately jerking your hips forward so you could feel Danny's hot tongue against your sensitive flesh.

Both of them seemed to simply enjoy themselves just watching, or hearing in Kimi's case, you fall apart, whining that it was all too much while greedily taking more and more pleasure from them.

You were so close too, when Danny pulled away with a grin, his cool hands dragging against your thighs before hooking underneath your knees and spreading you further.

"Kimi, you looked so lonely in them!" He said in a sing song voice, jerking his cock slowly before pressing the head against your ruined hole, already stretched obscenely around Joaquim's fat cock.

"... Sure about that one?" The other man breathed against your shoulder, grinding the head of his cock deep inside of you, making your tighten around him until you felt his balls twitch.

Danny just hummed and began to work his cockhead into you.

Event: closed!

#qks #quincykinkyshit #my ocs #others ocs #danny the possessed #joaquim the tongue #teehee #quiet the beloved

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p0ssym1lker · 3 months

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Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #richard grayson #dick grayson #bruce wayne #the batfam never met danny because #a. dicks a bit possessive of him cause they know each other from before the accident #and b. the fentons dont want danny too close to the fucker who tried to adopt him #but now they wanna meet him

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satoshy12 · 6 days

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After the JL was able to make that raging dragon calm down, They finally got him what he wanted. A rock? A thief had stolen; what got him to rage that much? He returned to a human body as he looked up and down at his rock to make sure it was his nice space rock.

Danny, as the new guardian of the Amulet of Aragon, had gotten the problem of collecting things. And the nice space rocks are his! Dragon possessive, and a dragon ghost even more. After being thankful, he turned to a dragon and did fly away.

Later Justice League

Bruce:" So... how old do you think the dragon was?" Zatanna:" He is a whelp. I don't think even past 15 years old... No!" Bruce:" I can give him many space rocks so he doesn't go berserk again." Zatanna:" We can just find a place for him to hide it better! Diana is already doing it. She said:" I want to make sure the poor baby dragon isn't killed and truly extinct."

Bruce:" So I just need to talk with Diana. Sounds easy. "

#danny phantom #Zatanna #Wonder Woman #Dragon Danny #dp #danny fenton #dc #dcau #batman #dp + dc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc comics #Space rock #diana of themyscira #Baby dragon #possessive behavior

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chaos-bringer-13 · 2 months

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Injured and trying to hide after a fight with GIW, Danny has to overshadow the first person he sees. Because of how weak he is at the moment, overshadowing doesn't work as usual, and he's just a voice in the guy's head, no actual control over the body. The person he overshadowed? Billy Batson.

Yes, it's divine twitch chat au. Billy probably doesn't even notice a new voice for some time. Danny is very confused because there are just so many people in there and they're gods and who the hell did he possess???

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #Danny: I just need to hide somewhere for a bit #Danny seeing a random kid: Sorry dude I promise I'm gonna leave soon- what the hell.#Divine twitch chat: Danny has entered the chat #prompt #I don't know if someone already did this #I definitely have seen a “Dan is in the divine twitch chat” prompt and some “Danny possesses someone to hide from GIW”#but nothing about Danny overshadowing Billy and ending up in this chaos that Billy's head is #Danny has entered the chat

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nerdpoe · 7 months

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Selina has her eye on a one-of-a-kind jewel.

The museum it's in have no idea what kind it is, just that it was a leftover result of an attack on Earth by some dimension called the Infinite Realms.

And, well...it's really very beautiful.

Diamond white and abyss black and frosty blue, constantly shifting colors, emits cold, constantly generating frost so that it's shimmering in the lights.

It's unique. It's stolen from another dimension. It's gorgeous.

She wants it.

So; she takes it.

She...can't really bring herself to take it to a magic user to return it just yet.

Mostly, she keeps it in a glass, temperature controlled container in her apartment.

Harley and Ivy think it's pretty, but they don't really experience the same draw that Selina does.

She resolves that she will contact the Infinite Realms to ask if it's something they want back in...a week.

One week turns into one month.

One month turns into four months.

Four months turn into a year.

For that year, the beautiful jewel sits in it's protected case, and Selina ogles it when she's a bit too stressed. Every day, it seems to get brighter and shinier.

She isn't driven by compulsion, no-she knows herself too well. She knows damn well she's being driven by greed.

Then one day, as she's staring at it-the jewel starts to glow. The glass case shatters. A form begins to shape out of frost and-possibly-space.

And then there is a teenager, sitting bewildered in her apartment. All wild white hair and wide green eyes, shock written into his very expression.

He stares at her.

She stares at him.

"...So, not to be weird, but why are my instincts telling me you're my mom?"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #the first time he goes human he gives her a heart attack #because #“oh no i'm becoming bruce”#but her possessiveness of Danny's core #her providing a protected place for it to flourish #offering it “love” (it was greed but whatever)#made his ghost side go #“oh is this mom? this is mom.”#now they both get to deal with the consequences of that

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kuroishuuha · 1 year

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DP x DC prompt - Haunted Doll

Danny is injured (due to some reason or another) and needs to take refuge somewhere safe. He ends up occupying a doll to hide from his parents/GIW. That doll is picked up by Jason Todd.

Jason Todd loves that doll.

The rest of his family, not so much.

In short, Danny ends up possessing a doll, unintentionally making it creepy. Jason sees it as a regular, cute doll. The rest of the batfam sees it as an Annabelle-esque creature.

(There's more discussions on the dead on main discord)

#dead on main #deadonmain #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #danny possesses a doll

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coralnoodle · 1 year

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someone signed too many contracts

#danny phantom #dp x dc #john constantine #dp x dc fanart #my art #ignore me as i do not know how to tag this #anyway my danny phantom phase came back to haunt me #it has possessed me #ok enough puns #had this idea so i had to doodle it out #i have more ideas if one is willing to listen #tldr danny is taking care of infinite amount of paperwork of the infinite realms

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ew-selfish-art · 6 months

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Dp x Dc AU: Danny and Tim are twins- And Vlad is the first to figure this out in his attempts to get DavlCo a new investor.

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Tim was getting the creeps from this guy. It was as if the room got colder, the seconds got longer and the room's shadows moved to their own volition. He stared Tim down less like 'You punk kid' and more like 'You'll be mine' in a way that Tim didn't appreciate. At all.

The guy kept setting meetings up despite Tim's direct insistance that Wayne Enterprises would never touch DalvCo- not with a ten foot pole or for all the money in the world. Some how Tim's board of directors kept getting swindled by the guy and... therefore more meetings. More looks from this guy that made him want to crawl out of his skin.

Vlad asked him if he ever went by Timothy- Tim couldn't reply "that's not my name" fast enough. It apparently inspired the guy somehow. More meetings that Tim can't reject because of board members pop up.

It's been long determined that Jason doesn't get involved with Wayne Enterprises, but after the Uncle and a few other paid-actor solutions go up in flames- Tim decides to call up his older brother to act as a bodyguard and tell this guy to fuck off for the final time.

Jason apparently also gets the Heebee-jeebies from this asshole but his message is loud and clear to Vlad. There's a flash of green and then all of sudden it's just Tim and Jason in the room... Only Jason isn't acting like himself.

Putting it together- Tim reaches for his contingency F stash of Knock out gas and doses Jason. Vlad doesn't re-appear so Tim assumes that to mean that he'll be trapped in Jason's person until Jason wakes up.

Walking out of the meeting room with his bus of a brother over his shoulders- Tim quickly asks Tam to reach out to Vlad's Emergency contact. Surely there is someone in this man's company willing to explain what the fuck Vlad was trying to pull. Tim theoretically can keep Jason drugged asleep for a long time- surely that threat can get him somewhere.

The day drags on as Tim continues to keep Jason unconscious and eventually Tam lets him know that someone is here for Vlad. She says it with the addition of one of their codes- He mentally prepares himself for the worst and then... His doppleganger walks through the door? What the fuck?

Tim and Danny puzzle about one another for a little too long and Jason wakes up- Vlad pops out immediately. A shouting match between Danny and Vlad commences and...

"Man I knew our family had unresolved issues but seriously what the fuck has your clone dealing with?" Jason asks, as though he could watch this all day with pop corn.

"You made more clones?!" Danny screamed at Vlad who's only response is "Not this one! This one is actually polite!"

"Fuck you!" Tim and Danny reply in tandem.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #tim and danny are twins au #twins au #tim is co-ceo of wayne enterprises and has too much shit that he puts up with because his board doesn't respect him #danny shows up and wants to conceal being a ghost for as long as possible but fucking vlad already possessed some fuckin guy #vlads plan is to abduct and adopt tim #vlad sees the resemblance immediately but when he asks tim the name question tims answer basically confirms it to him lol #jason is collateral damage here and is willing to throw down because of it #jason immediately being like 'oh look its a version of you i havent traumatized yet. i should not fuck up this one.'#jason danny and tim bonding over hating vlad actually brings danny into the family fold #he still lives in amity but now he has unlimited pocket change and a family that acts suspiciously like they're hiding being vigilantes

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radiance1 · 14 days

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Just remembered about the Vortex's lil guy au and decided to write a lil about it.

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When the Justice League arrived to stop a newly risen villain's scheme, which involved taking holding an entire city hostage with the use of a machine that could control the weather, which also involved expanded after successfully taking over the city.

When they achieved victory, they did not expect a child to be powering the machine.

Shazam, surprisingly, was the first one to react. "Danny!?" He said as he flew over to the boy, gently picking him from the confines of the machine (after they it had been deactivated) and into his arms. "Danny...?" He said a moment later, unsure of himself as his voice wavered a bit.

He shook the boy a bit, not too hard though, so as not to do any accidental harm. Blearily, the boy blinked opened his eyes, staring up at Shazam's worried face. "Shazam?" He murmured, voice rough and scratchy, as if it wasn't used often.

Either this boy-Danny-didn't speak much beforehand, or he was trapped in that machine so long that his voice became like this from a long period of disuse.

Shazam seemed to have thought so as well, and by his expression, it seemed to be more of the later as he floated down beside the rest of the League.

Danny blinked slowly before looking around the area, eyes glancing over every member present, then his surroundings and then finally back to Shazam and, with a curious tilt of his head he simply asked. "Did I get possessed again?"

A wave of concern washed over the group at the way the boy so casually asked such a question. As if it happened often enough that he grew used to it and, if the 'again' was any indication, it might just be the case.

"No." Shazam shook his head, readjusting his hold on the boy as he started to try and wiggle himself out of his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yep." Said Danny, not even taking a moment to consider the question. As if he didn't just come out of a machine that feed upon his powers for who knew how long. Shazam's eyes narrowed in a glare that could almost give the Bat's a run for his money.

"Danny." The Champion of Magic chided, and the boy's eyes glazed over for a moment as Shazam simply readjusted his hold again. A moment later the boy blinked, a small purse to his lips and the vaguest amounts of concern slipping onto his face. "Oh," The boy said, no longer trying to wiggle himself from Shazam's hold. "My magic is acting weird, that's not good."

"Well yea since you, you know, had your powers drained and all?" Green Lantern said, the end of his question dipping into a question as the boy turned his head in his direction with too empty eyes that, for some reason, unsettled him.

"Who're you?" He asked with passing interest.

Whatever unsettlement Green Latern felt, it was immediately replaced with the vaguest amount of offence as the boy's words somehow wounded his ego more than such a simple question should have once it registered.

Who then immediately proceeded to ignore him.

The boy then blinked again, turning to Batman and giving the man a small wave. "Hello again, Batman." The Dark Knight simply grunted in his direction and nodded. Then pointed to each and every member present and slowly called out their names.

"Wonder Woman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, " Both of the aliens names were whispered with an underlying awe. "The Flash and Aquaman." His finger than landed on Green Lantern, and the boy furrowed his brows. "So who're you?"

"How do you know spooky but not me?!" Green Lantern ignored the Bat's glare in his direction at the use of the nickname, wounded pride and genuine bafflement allowing him to do such a thing.

"We met before." Danny state simply, as if that was the answer to all questions. "You?" He asked again.

This could not get worse. Green Lantern thought.

It could get worse. Green Lantern realized a few moments later after trying-and failing-to get the boy to recognize him as the members present were snickering at his plight.

Even Wonder Woman was trying to hold down a smile.

His eyes accidentally wandered in Batman's direction to see his reaction and he let out a quiet sigh of relief to see the man unmoved with only the slightest amount of disappointment that he didn't crack. Though it was wildly overshadowed by his ego being salvaged-

Batman's lips quirked up into a smirk before falling so fast that he had trouble believing if it was even there in the first place.

Green Lantern's jaw dropped as he stared at the Bat incredulously, who simply stared back. Unmoved, like a stone. As if he didn't just smile at him.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Vortex when he made a precaution to not have his little guy possessed by human ghosts only to have him dropped into another dimension-#-and possessed by ghosts of varying magical natures supernatural entities and other such beings:#Danny and Shazam know each other #They're like friends #Danny got used as a power source for a weather machine because of his weather related powers #Danny and Batman have only met once #He also genuinely does not know who Green Lantern is #How?#I have no clue #Danny when his magic is wonky and feeling the effects of being forcefully sucked of his powers: I'm fine.#Shazam who is used to his shit by now: Danny. [Said in a vaguely disappointed tone]#Danny: On second thought let me check-

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tanglepelt · 7 months

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Dp x dc idea 149

Vlad and Danny are in a ghost fight. Vlad hits him with an attack forcing him human.

Just then a portal opens. Vlads attack continues and they both crash through the portal. Danny crashing into the floor in the center of a Wayne gala.

To everyone else they see a wannabe vampire look alike just attacking a random black hair blue eyed teen. Forcing him through a portal.

#dpxdc #could be a different universe who knows #Danny isn’t having a good time #bats defintley coming out to play #100% going to have to get JLD involved #man can possess them #I’m fairly positive they’d be able to regain control #like the bats are just that way #but still #Danny is out for the count #brice is one second away from calling the guy #tangles prompts

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angrelysimpping · 11 months

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M!OC x Friend's M!OC

Contents: Dead Dove; Non Con; fantasized incest; pseudo incest; Aksel being the massive creep he is; Danny’s drunk and high and very much not making logical decisions; painal

Set in the School AU, where everything is "normal." No cult, Aksel never blinded Joaquim, Danny isn't half possessed. Characters are younger than their canon age, in their last year of high school, getting ready to go off to uni.

Aksel, Joaquim, Vine, and Murmur belong to 💜@inkyquince 💜

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Really, it makes perfect sense in Danny’s brain, if he can hold onto his thoughts long enough to follow them. He doesn’t know what he drank, really, just that it was strong enough to make Vine’s nose scrunch when he’d taken the first swig before pressing the drink into Danny’s hands. Danny had drunk that and more before Vine had pulled him into his lap and shotgunned weed into his waiting mouth. Now here he is, tipsy and high and the party long over, alone in the cool, dark night and trying to nail down his thoughts.

He should have stayed with Vine. Well, he would have stayed with Vine, would have stayed in the drummer's lap, half riding the thick fingers stretching him out while making out, if Murmur hadn't cut things short. The singer had shown up and nearly dragged Danny off Vine, sneering as he snapped at Vine to Stop fucking the whore and get on stage.

So, Danny had ended up alone. Alone and with the intense need to sleep. Alone, in need of sleep, and in front of Joaquim’s house.

Danny’s never been to Joaquim’s house, but he knew where it was. Everyone did, the St. James house, how could Danny not know where it was? But, he’d never visited. Hell, he’s not really sure Joaquim knows who he is, but he knows Joaquim. Or, Danny knows Joaquim enough. He knows Joaquim is friends with Vine and that he’s nice, a good person. So, surely, Joaquim won’t mind if Danny crawls in through his window one night and crashes on the floor. Just for the night, just the once. Joaquim seems like the kind of person who would let Danny curl up in a warm corner and sleep. Double so if Danny mumbled out something about how his parents would kick him out on sight if they caught him coming in like this.

Yeah, Joaquim’s a nice guy, he wouldn’t mind.

But, luck seems to be on Danny’s side, at the moment. Not only is Joaquim not in, meaning Danny won’t have to try explaining himself while tipsy and fucked up, there was also a little couch! A beat up couch that would probably leave him stiff in the morning, but leagues better than propping himself up in a corner and hoping for the best.

Danny doesn’t hesitate, flopping onto the couch. It’s…surprisingly comfortable, actually. Yeah, he’ll be sore in the morning, but probably not that bad. What’s more, there’s Joaquim’s signature jacket thrown over the side. Danny tugs it down, using it as a blanket.

God, Danny could stay like this forever. Tucked up and cozy, drifting slowly out of consciousness as he thinks about Joaquim. It’s hard not to think about the cute redhead, not when Danny can catch hints of his scent with every deep inhale. Something sweet and leather and raspberries. Danny can almost pretend that there’s someone else here with him, holding him on the small couch. It’d be nice, he thinks, to be held so close on a couch like this. They’d have to be practically on top of each other, snuggled close. Yeah, that’d be nice.

Danny slips into a deep, easy sleep. A sleep so deep that he might as well be dead to the world. Deep enough that he’d never hear the tiny click of the door unlatching; or the whisper soft swish of it swinging open; nor the light padding of feet who know their way easily around the room they didn’t belong in. No, there’s no way for Danny to know that Aksel St. James has slinked into his younger half brother’s room. Even if he did, he wouldn’t think anything of it. Not really. Maybe the older brother was looking for something Joaquim borrowed. Aksel was head boy, top of all his classes, beloved by teachers and with a small, almost cult-like following of students. How could Danny ever guess that the angelic like blond was slinking into Joaquim’s room to steal a pair of his little brother's used underwear?

Aksel only falters slightly at finding the school slut passed out in Joaquim’s room, but who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth? It’s like a blessing, finding Danny unconscious in his younger brother’s room. Something for Aksel to unwrap and enjoy, have fun with. Take out all his pent up frustrations out on in the safety and comfort of his own home. In his little brother’s bedroom. Joaquim’s bedroom. Joaquim.

It’s surprisingly easy for Aksel’s shaking hands to tug Danny’s jeans down, fabric sliding over sharp hips, the younger man shifting slightly in his sleep, as if helping Aksel strip him, but otherwise not stirring as the denim slides off his legs. Aksel’s breath quickens, harsh in his own ears as he stares down at the unconscious man beneath him. Aksel isn't a virgin, nowhere close, but there’s something about how this is all happening in his baby brother’s room that makes everything feel more intense, cock already taking an interest, pressing painfully against his pants.

Pretty, he thinks, gazing down at the body spread out under him. Danny has a pretty cock, resting at the end of a thick happy trail like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. On the longer end even when soft, a dusky pink tip that just begged to get sucked on and made drool pool under Aksel's tongue. Lovely thing nestled in a nest of soft, trimmed pubes. Not like his little brother's cock, not at all. Monstrous thing Aksel could only stare at in mirrors when he barged into the bathroom while Joaquim showered, waving off any squawk of protest with how they're brothers so it's fine if Aksel doesn't wait for Joaquim to finish showering first. But, Aksel didn't want his cock, so it's fine that it's nothing like his brother's.

Shimmying out of his own pants only takes a second, quick to press his aching cock against warm thighs, soft skin. Aksel has half a mind to force himself into the unconscious man, fuck into the body beneath him, chase his pleasure fast and hard without thought. But, he holds back. He won't get another chance like this, he wants to draw it out a little.

Gripping under Danny's knees, Aksel pushes his legs back, exposing a cute little hole, eager for his attention. He presses two fingers against the puckered hole, grinding wildly when the tight muscles twitch against him. His last bit of restraint snaps as he roughly thrusts his fingers past the ring of muscle, moaning low in the back of his throat as Danny whines, kicking a little at the intrusion in his sleep. Maybe, if Danny wasn't high and tipsy, if he hadn't fucked himself on Vine's thicker fingers earlier in the night, Aksel's dry fingering would wake him. Maybe he'd be able to cry out, awake or not, and alert the St. James father to the actions of his eldest son.

But he can't and he doesn't. Danny just mewls softly in his sleep, squirming on the fingers being worked in and out of him.

"That's it," Aksal says with a breathy laugh, "be a good boy, Joaquim. Relax for your big brother."

Aksel can’t help but stare at where his fingers disappear into the body under him. So tight, so warm. His cock leaks against his thigh at just the thought of finally sinking into that delicious heat. And there’s that pretty cock again, growing hard, flushed and leaking messily. He almost wants to duck down, lap up some of the thick precum and pretend it was his brother’s.

He doesn’t. Instead, Aksel leans down, pressing his face into the jacket still spread over Danny’s chest and inhaling deep. He moans low, familiar scent of his little brother making him dizzy. “Joa.” It’s then that Aksel hits upon Danny’s prostate, making his cock twitch, a tiny half choked sound pulled from his throat and garbled in his sleep. A noise that Aksel swears sounds like a soft sigh of Aki, and he can’t take it anymore.

Aksel presses against the bundle of nerves one more time before pulling out, slotting between Danny’s leg, lining up his fat, leaking tip with Danny’s twitching hole. Once, twice, three times, Aksel taps his head against Danny’s rim, reveling in the way Danny squirms and whines under him, instinctively trying to sink down on the thick cock teasing him even when unconscious.

“Such a good boy,” Aksel murmurs, tapping against Danny’s rim for a fourth time, soft pap of skin against skin making him shiver. “Big brother is gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

His actions are in sharp contrast with his soft words, pushing into Danny with one solid, savage thrust.

Danny’s eyes fly open, mouth dropping open in a scream that never makes it past his throat. He can’t think, mind scrambling to make sense of what’s happening. A hand clamps over his mouth, a dick rearranging his guts. Fear burns through him as he tires and fails to understand what the fuck is going on.

Then he hears it.

“Joa, fuck, Joaquim. Taking me so good, taking your, ha, your big brother so well.”

Danny recognizes the voice, but he still doesn’t believe that it’s Aksel, even when his eyes finally focus on the man above him. It’s dark, little light creeping in from the window Danny had left open after crawling through. But, that’s Aksel St. James. Bright blue eyes and angelic blond hair and sweet dusting of freckles that Danny would be hard pressed not to recognize.

“My sweet, ah, s-sweet baby brother. Gonna make you addicted to my cock.”

But that can’t be right. This can’t be right. Aksel wouldn’t do something like this, would he? Danny doesn’t think so, he can’t fathom a world in which Aksel would do, could do, something like this. No way. Never. Not in a million years.

A dream. A nightmare. It has to be. A product of some fucked up part of his subconscious. Too much to drink, too much to smoke, too much porn that’s wormed its way into his brain and turned Aksel into some kinda foul monster. Turned the older man into a creep who would rape someone he found sleeping in his brother’s room while voicing vile fantasies that it was his brother he was assaulting instead.

Not real. None of it. That's why he can't move, can't fight back. A wildly vivid dream where his body hardly responds to his commands, arms leaden and brain foggy. He can’t think straight, can't think past the pain of being brutally fucked open and used. It didn't help that he could still catch hints of Joaquim’s scent from the jacket haphazardly spread over his chest. Leather and rust and cigarettes and sweet, sweet raspberries. If Danny lets himself, he can almost imagine that this is all some sorta play, cnc or somno, something he actually wanted and consented to.

Something with Joaquim.

Cute redhead who wouldn't hurt him. Who blushed when he walked in on Danny and Vine fooling around. Who never said anything crude about Danny's appetites or harassed him for a turn. Who could pick him up and toss him around but always seemed so, so gentle.

On impulse, Danny opens his mouth, licking softly, almost meekly, at the palm pressed over his lips. Aksel makes a tiny sound, halting in his fevered thrusts but still pressed deep. Too deep. Makes Danny feel too full, a feeling he might appreciate under different circumstances, but not now.

The hand over Danny's mouth moves, fingers sliding past his lips and pressing down on his tongue.

And he sucks.

It's instinct, something Danny must have done a thousand times. Easy. Something he could control.

"Fuck," Aksel moans, low and drawn out. "There's a good boy."

There's a small flicker of heat inside Danny at those words. A traitorous prickle of pleasure.

Aksel starts moving again, pounding into Danny as if in a frenzy. And, try as Danny might to stop it, the pleasure builds, the head of Aksel's cock just grazing his prostate with every other thrust.

Danny tries not to think, to focus only on the fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling around the digits. It helps, in a way. Lets his brain zone in on something that wasn’t the burning pain of Aksel humping into him.

His reprieve only lasts for a few moments, his teeth scraping over knuckles when a hand wraps around his cock, demanding his attention. It hurts, Aksel squeezing his cock, roughly thumbing the tip of his dick, a finger nail lightly digging into his slit and making tears spring to the corner of his eyes even as cum leaks down his shaft. Danny whines around the fingers in his mouth in the vain hope it would make Aksel stop, but it only seems to spur him on.

“Be a good little brother,” Aksel huffs, jerking Danny’s cock almost as brutally as he fucked his ass, “and cum on my cock.”

Danny wants to die. To disintegrate. That’s what should happen, for him to get ripped from reality for his brain to birth such a horrid fucking nightmare. Because not only has he gone and made Aksel a monster in his dreams, but he likes it.

Heat surges through him at Aksel’s words, pooling shamefully in his gut. Tears streak down his cheeks and the small hope he has that Aksel won’t notice are dashed as the blond almost immediately leans forward, tongue darting out to swipe over the salty trails left over Danny’s skin. Even as he cries, his dick twitches dangerously in Aksel’s hand, forced ever closer to the edge as Aksel continues to chase his own pleasure. Aksel might not be deliberately targeting Danny’s prostate, but that doesn’t matter. If Danny could fully let himself drift, he’d pretend it was Murmur being a sadistic shit and doing it on purpose, edging him.

He can’t drift, though. Danny can’t help but stare up at Aksel as he finally cums, spilling into his hand and tightening around his cock. Aksel looks wild, feral. Unhinged.

“Good boy,” Aksel pants. “Good fucking boy.”

Aksel wanted this to last a while, but he couldn't hang on much longer, thrusts becoming sloppy as he gets closer and closer to his end. “Joa,” he pants, harsh breaths sounding far too loud in Danny’s ear. “Keep being a g-good boy for me. Okay? Take, ah, your big brother’s cum d-deep in your ass like the good boy I know, fuck, I know you are.”

Danny’s too far gone to really be aware of when Aksel finishes, pumping him full of thick ropes of cum. He knows Aksel doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck into him through his orgasm. It’s as if he’s possessed, bent on fucking his seed as deep into Danny as possible.

A tiny sound escapes Danny as Aksel pulls out quick, just as inconsiderate of Danny’s comfort as when he started. Danny’s poor hole isn’t given a chance to rest, though, the fingers in his mouth ripped from him and shoved past the puffy rim without hesitation. Danny’s eyes roll back, a high keen ripped from his throat as Aksel fingers his cum deeper into the exhausted man.

When Danny feels something against his mouth, he doesn’t think, licking at the presented flesh obediently. Anything, anything, that made this nightmare end faster. He hardly registers that he’s cleaning his own cum from Aksel’s hand, tongue lapping up the salty liquid meticulously, not missing a single drop in case that triggered some kind of retribution.

“Good boy,” Aksel coos. “My sweet baby brother. So good for me. Did you like it? Did big brother make you feel good?” The fingers slide out of him, the newly spit cleaned hand brushing through his sweat damp hair. “Hm? You too tired to speak? Fucked you so good that you can’t even say how much you loved coming on your big brother’s cock?”

Aksel’s gazing down at him, a strange look in those bright blue eyes. One that makes Danny’s stomach flip with renewed dread. Aksel wants an answer, one Danny can barely think of, let alone verbalize. It takes his last ounce of strength to nod his head yes.

“Ahw, sorry baby. I’ll clean us up, big brother will take care of it.”

Aksel stands and Danny’s heart sinks as he sees the blond’s cum covered cock. It’s so close to his face, he’s sure that Aksel has decided to go another round, to fuck his mouth this time. To make him clean the dick that was forced inside him only moments before.

He doesn’t, turning to rummage through a basket that Danny hadn’t paid any attention to earlier. It was just a basket of dirty clothes, after all. What use did they have to Danny? Of course, this had been Aksel’s original goal, fishing out a pair of Joaquim’s dirty underwear and using it to wipe off his cock.

Aksel fixes his own clothes first, shoving the soiled underwear into his back pocket, before redressing Danny. It’s harder than stripping him, Danny’s unconscious body somewhat helping, responding to Aksel’s touches. Now, Danny is sapped of every last speck of energy. He can barely keep his eyes open as Aksel tucks his cock back into his pants, drapes Joaquim’s jacket back around his body. He doesn’t want to fall asleep again, especially not with Aksel still in the room. It’s a futile fight with his body, though, eyelids growing heavier and heavier as Aksel brushes back his hair, murmurs soothing words that Danny can hardly hear.

Aksel leans down, brushing his lips over Danny’s forehead in a soft, almost tender, kiss.

“Sweet dreams, little brother.”

There’s a pang in his chest at those whispered words. A deep, aching echo in his bones. New tears gather in the corners of his eyes, slipping free only as he finally lets his eyes shut and succumbs to sleep.

Everything hurts. Danny’s not even fully awake yet, but that’s all he can think of. His body fucking hurt. Achey. His head is pounding and his eyes feel like sand was ground into them, but it’s his body that really pains him. What the fuck happened? He thought his hangover would be brutal but he hadn’t figured his body would feel so sore. Worse than he expected from getting messed up and then crashing on a couch that was too small for him to properly spread out on. Maybe he should have slept on the floor after all? But, no, if he hurt this much from sleeping on the couch, it’d probably hurt worse if he’d slept on the floor.

He stands gingerly, careful to keep Joaquim’s jacket from falling to the floor. It somehow felt wrong to let it, disrespectful or something. Danny takes a moment to lay the jacket back over the side of the couch, smoothing down any wrinkles.

When he’s satisfied with his work on the jacket, Danny stretches, trying to work out some of the soreness from his body.

Really, if he didn’t know any better, Danny would think he’d been fucked good and hard last night.

Danny freezes, going cold as he remembers what happened last night. It’s flashes, snippets of words and scraps of feelings.

That can’t be right, though. If he’d fucked someone last night, he wouldn’t be in Joaquim’s room in the first place. He would have stayed with whoever he’d fucked.

He leaves Joaquim’s room through the same window he’d crawled in from, starting his walk back to his own home, ignoring the pain in his lower back. The pain that’s familiar to him. The pain that always flairs when he’s been fucked too hard, pain that’d normal have him giving his partner crooked grins, his dick twitching in his pants at the aches that’d flair as he moved.

But not this time. Because he didn’t get laid. So it’s just normal pain from sleeping poorly, even if it’d never happened before when he’d literally slept on the floor.

His brain drags up the vision of man on top of him, Aksel on top of him. Aksel St. James. Aksel fucking him, Aksel hurting him. Calling him “little brother,” calling him “Joaquim.” That beautiful face hovering above him, the vile words spilling from his mouth, the brutal cock splitting him open.

A nightmare. A horrid fucking nightmare from the depths of his porn rotted brain. That’s all. That’s fucking it. Nothing else. His body hurts from the couch. That’s all. That’s all. Something born out of his own perversion. Not real. Not real. Not in the slightest.

Danny flinches as a car drives past him, the sound breaking him from his thoughts. He fumbles with his phone, shooting off a quick text to Vine.

need to sleep with you tonight

His phone lights up as Vine answers almost right away.

needy slut huh? cant promise murm won’t try to run u off but sure, get ur ass over here. parents again?

Danny doesn’t bother answering, turning on his heel as his destination changes. He’s never had a nightmare like that when sleeping with someone else, and he can’t see a world where Vine wouldn’t let Danny share his bed. Danny would make sure to pay him back, after all.

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