#dirtbag!danny

[thef1diary]

A Steamy Prank | Dirtbag!Danny

— a lil replacement for dirty drabbles 👀

warnings: 18+ content below, dirtbag!daniel, oral (fem receiving), slight overstimulation, slight breath play, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, name calling.

wc: 2.5k

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The water bubbled around you, steam curling into the cool night air, but all you could focus on was Daniel. He sat across from you, shirtless, his tattooed thighs spread wide beneath the water. His damp curls stuck to his forehead, and his smirk was downright wicked. You should’ve known from that look alone that he was up to something.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a little heated under his scrutinizing gaze. The new bikini he’d gifted you earlier was tiny—borderline scandalous with your tits nearly slipping out to give him a peak. He had even bought matching swim shorts—a very slutty pair of shorts—and quite frankly, you loved the attention he gave you, so you didn’t think twice before putting on the two scraps of fabric. 

“How’s the water, sweetheart?” he asked casually, leaning back against the hot tub’s edge, the muscles in his arms flexing as he stretched. Your gaze was drawn to the tattoo on his bicep, and as you trapped your bottom lip between you teeth, you nearly forgot the question he’d asked. 

“Fine,” you muttered, eyes narrowing at the way his grin widened.

“Just fine?” he teased, tilting his head as he watched you. “You’re looking a little…unsettled.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, though the truth was far from it. 

Something felt off, and it wasn’t just the way his gaze was raking over you—no, you loved it when his attention was solely on you. The straps of his bikini were looser than they had been earlier, the fabric around your chest feeling precarious. You reached up to adjust it, but the moment your fingers touched the material, it began to dissolve under your touch. 

Your heart dropped.

“Daniel,” you hissed, panic rising as the bikini disintegrated like sugar in water. 

He barked out a laugh, sitting up straight, sloshing the water around in the tub. “Oh, shit, it’s happening already?” 

“You did this on purpose!” you accused, your voice a mix of outrage and disbelief. 

“Me? Never. What kind of guy do you think I am?” He raised his eyebrows but the smile tugging on his lips told you the truth. 

“The worst kind,” you hissed, though the flush on your cheeks had given you away, knowing he could see right through your act. 

He shrugged, completely unrepentant. “Thought it’d be funny. And, well…” his eyes darkened, roaming over your body as your nipples peaked through the dissolving material. “I wasn’t wrong.” 

You scrambled to cover yourself since you were still trying to make sense of the situation, your arms wrapping around your chest, but it was no use. The water did little to hide you, and Daniel’s gaze was searing. 

“Relax, baby,” he drawled, leaning forward. “It’s just us out here. No one’s gonna see what a desperate little slut I can turn you into.” 

“Danny, you’re such an asshole!” you snapped, though the heat spreading throughout your body due to his words had little to do with anger. 

He smirked, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you closer. “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t love it. You’re so desperate for me even your clothes couldn’t stay on.” 

You rolled your eyes and despite your best attempt, a small giggle left your lips. “Shut up,” you murmured, though your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch.

His hands slid over your hips, pulling you onto his lap. Your bikini bottoms had completely disintegrated in the water and the last remnants of the fabric covering your chest was plucked away easily by Daniel, leaving you completely bare. 

“Let me guess, your shorts are still intact,” you murmured, a tinge of annoyance lacing your tone which earned a laugh from him. 

“All this attitude…where does it come from, sweetheart?” he asked, sliding his fingers over your tits, squeezing the soft mound before circling your nipples. “Is it because you know I’m going to put you in your place? ‘Cause I'm gonna turn you into my personal slut?” 

A whine escaped your lips, your mind already turning hazy with his low murmurs of filth. His free hand rested on the nape of your neck, fingers finding their way into your wet strands of hair. Your head tilted back when he tugged harshly, exposing the column of your neck that he lazily traced with his tongue. 

You should have resisted, should have scolded him for pulling such a childish prank, but the second his lips met your neck, all coherent thoughts fled. He kissed and nipped at your skin, his stubble scraping deliciously as he worked his way down to your collarbone. 

Moans filled the air as he sucked and kissed all over your neck, leaving marks behind when his teeth grazed over you before soothing it using his flattened tongue. He hummed, finding your pulse quickening under his lips, and you could feel him smirk against your skin. 

“See, you do love it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “I bet you’re so fucking wet already. What do you want, sweetheart?” 

Your foggy mind struggled to catch up when you felt quiet anticipation fill the air. “Daniel—” you started, only to cut yourself off because you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t even remember what he had asked. 

He cooed, grazing your cheeks with the back of his fingers, looking at you with pity. “Is my baby too dazed to think?” he asked, his soft, mocking tone only causing your mind to spin further. 

Daniel’s hand moved down to your neck, and in an instant, his fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing it with slight pressure. “That’s okay, let me take care of you, hm?” 

You whimpered, your eyes welling up with tears, only causing his grin to grow further. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, a broken moan quickly silenced by him. Using his advantage of his hand wrapped around your throat, he guided you, chasing after the intoxicating taste of your lips. 

Soon, his hand had finally released your throat, allowing the rush of oxygen and blood flow to return, making your head spin as a whispered plea left your lips. His hands were everywhere, sliding over your ass, your thighs, your waist. He gripped your hips and lifted you, setting you on the edge of the hot tub. The cool air immediately hit your wet body, making you shiver, but the heat of his mouth descending on your pussy erased any discomfort. 

“Fuck, Daniel,” you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as his tongue flicked over your clit. 

He groaned against you, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper. “Could stay down here forever.” 

Your legs trembled, your hips bucking against his mouth as he sucked and licked with relentless precision. The filthy wet sounds filled the air, mingling with your breathless cries. 

“Danny, please–”

He pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his chin glistening with your wetness. “Please, what, baby? Use your pretty mind and tell me what you want.” 

“Make me cum,” you begged, shameless and desperate. 

“That’s my good girl, I love it when you beg f’me,” he said, before licking a stripe up your cunt.

It didn’t take long before you were falling apart for him, your body shuddering on his command as you came with a cry of his name. He licked you through the aftershocks, his hands firmly holding your thighs open as he devoured every last drop. 

Before you could fully recover, he pulled you back into the water, the warmth surrounding you as he positioned you to straddle his lap. He had already shrugged his shorts down, having freed his cock while he was devouring your pussy. His cock slid across your folds, thick and unyielding as he nudged your clit. You gasped when he thrust up inside you in one smooth motion without warning. 

You could only whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, a breathless moan of your name falling from his lips when you clenched around him. The water sloshed around you, the sound obscene as he fucked into you with deep, measured thrusts. 

“Look at you,” he said, his voice rough. “Taking me so well. A perfect fucking little slut, aren’t you?” 

You moaned, nodding, the degradation only spurring you on as you matched the movements of your hips with his thrusts. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” he muttered, his hands gripping your ass to control your movements. “So desperate for me, you can’t even keep quiet.”

His words earned a loud moan from you, your head falling against his shoulder as he slammed into you harder. His fingers moved to your clit, creating tight circles that made you see stars. You cried out, tears staining your cheeks as the pleasure was coiling tightly in your belly. Another muffled moan escaped your lips and you couldn’t help but bite down on his shoulder, imprinting the marks of your teeth in his skin. 

He shuddered beneath you, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he whispered a curse under his breath. Then, he suddenly sped up his pace, hips snapping against yours with a sense of brutality, knowing he’ll leave your cunt aching the next morning. Water sloshed around you, only amplifying the intensity of the moment, the sound of wet slaps of skin against skin echoing loudly in the otherwise silent night. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you managed to choke out between constant moans, the soft uh uh uh’s turning loud and desperate with each thrust. 

“Yeah?” he murmured, his breath brushing your ear. “Cum for me, sweetheart, make a mess ‘round me.” 

An obscene moan filled the air, your head falling back as he angled his hips, constantly hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. 

Your release crashed over you, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out his name. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down until you slumped against him, completely spent. When you lifted your head and met his gaze with teary eyes, a lazy smirk graced his lips. 

“Don’t tell me you’re done, baby,” he murmured, “I’m still hard.” He punctuated his words by withdrawing almost entirely, leaving you aching and empty for the briefest moment, only to plunge back in, hitting a spot so deep it left you gasping. A broken cry spilled from your lips, his name a plea as you clung to him.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and indulgent, shaking his head as though scolding you. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing a thumb across your flushed cheek. "I thought you wanted to make me feel good. You do, don’t you?"

Your body betrayed your exhaustion, nodding before your voice could catch up. "Yes," you whispered, the word trembling with need.

His hand cupped your chin, lifting your gaze to his. His expression softened just enough to make your heart race before his lips curled into that maddening smirk once more. “Such a dirty little whore for me, aren’t you? Always wanna be stuffed with my cock.” 

You whined, “please, Danny, want you to fill me.” 

He shifted your body gently, turning you so your back pressed against his chest, trapped between his body and the corner of the hot tub. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your ear as he leaned in, his hands settling on your waist to guide you. Slowly, he pressed you down onto him, a deep groan rumbling through him as you took him in.

You gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness after multiple orgasms, the way he fit perfectly, as though made for you. He held you there for a moment, his strong hands steadying you as your body adjusted to the intensity.

"I’ve got you," he murmured, his voice a promise, steady and reassuring. The heat of his words wrapped around you, grounding you as you melted into his embrace. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began again, his movements coaxing soft, breathless sounds from your lips, drawing you deeper into his rhythm.

His grip on your waist tightened as he moved, his pace relentless, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of reason. The water rippled violently around you, but you barely noticed, your focus consumed entirely by him behind you—his strength, his control, and the way he handled you with ease.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and mocking against your ear. "So desperate. Falling apart on my cock, like the needy little thing you are."

A soft whimper left your lips, and his chuckle was anything but kind. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled you back onto him with each thrust, his control over you absolute.

"You don’t even care how wrecked you look, do you?" he taunted, his tone dripping with condescension. "All you want is to be filled, isn’t that right? Say it."

"Yes," you gasped, your voice trembling, barely coherent. "Please—"

"Pathetic," he cut you off, a dark smirk curling his lips. "Can’t even form a proper sentence, can you? All that’s left in that pretty little head is me."

Your face burned, but the way he spoke only made you cling to him harder, the degradation sending a pulse of heat straight through you.

"That’s what I thought," he continued, his voice a cruel mix of amusement and dominance. "You’re nothing but my little toy, made for me to use however I want."

He punctuated his words with a particularly harsh thrust, and a strangled cry escaped you, your fingers clutching at the edge of the tub for dear life.

"You’re going to give me everything," he demanded, his voice firm as he leaned down, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "I’m not stopping until you’ve got nothing left to give. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," you whimpered, the word barely audible.

"Good girl," he said, his tone dripping with mock approval. "At least you know your place."

His pace quickened, his movements calculated and unrelenting. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, his dominance overwhelming and all-consuming. You trembled in his grasp, his name spilling from your lips in a desperate cry as you reached your breaking point, the world around you dissolving into white-hot bliss.

He followed close behind, his groan low and rough as he buried himself one last time, holding you tightly as he claimed every inch of you.

When the haze cleared, you were slumped against the hot tub, your body spent, your mind hazy. He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hands rubbed soothing circles against your hips.

"Such a good little thing," he murmured, the edge in his voice softening just enough to make your chest ache. "Always so eager to please me."

You nodded weakly, your voice too shaky to respond, but the small smile on your lips spoke volumes. He held you there, pressed against him, as the water gently lapped at your skin, his presence as commanding as ever even in the quiet aftermath.

[banana-gobbler]

dirtbag!Danny is so Pigskin by Hollywood Undead coded

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[superkitty21]

Having watched Ewan McGregor in Shallow Grave and Velvet Goldmine its kinda crazy to me he was cast as Obi Wan. He has such a powerful fuckboy/dirtbag energy in those films it's amazing he was cast as someone so straight laced.

[sincerelylancelot]

was just washing dishing and furiously thinking about your age gap infidelity maxiel post... omg. the implications that daniel is dropping max bc he wont go to europe anymore, plus the further implications that it is Because of him being 18... max is about to be leonardo dicaprio'd for the crime of getting older!!

The levels of dirtbaggery are insane from Daniel. The real question is how many other countries is he flying too for business? How many other Max's are out there?

Max stopped getting teenage acne and developed a brain and Daniel had to hop, skip jump off the continent 😭

[luigifollowonlytheferraris]

Bring back the ‘stache!

[ex0rin]

Oh christ he's a dirtbag I need him carnally

[ectokelpeigh]

@olivethetiger you get it!!

“Nerdy/awkward/shy person dons their secret identity and becomes bold/loud/outgoing/gregarious” is not an uncommon trope, and it’s fairly intuitive

When no one can judge the ‘real’ you, the social stakes are lowered, thus your inhibitions are dampened

But a fun thing that happens with Danny Fenton/Phantom is how his original face isn’t physically obscured at all with his alter ego, and the personality shift kind of becomes his mask

Like yeah his appearance is altered with the glowing and the color scheme change. But there’s nothing covering him. And that let’s him be as expressive as he ever is, in a way that’s not a given for superheroes— most masks and cowls obscure the eyes, which are a wealth of cues in. Full-face masks (Red Hood, Deadpool, Spider-Man) obscure the mouth and (realistically) the voice.

Danny’s just… out there, looking like himself but two inches to the left. Don’t get me wrong, eldritch!Danny fans are valid as hell, but to me there’s some undeniable charm in the kid running around in the equivalent of a rather tame glow-rave getup.

We joke all the time about how blasé Danny can be about secrecy, and I think there are plenty of other valid reasons for the people of Amity Park to not catch on anyway. However, I don’t think Danny’s the type to have considered all the factors we have. He’s just out there being a little shit, because he’s a kid who got super strength and laser hands. And he has so much more vitality (hehehe) as a ghost that he becomes unrecognizable. It’s so crazy it not only works, but is loss of fun to watch.

[primonizuto]

Dan Stevens as Dirtbag Danny in HER SMELL (2018)

[reigningqueenofwords]

It's Not My Fault

Pairing: past Dean x Reader, past Reader x Mitchell (OC) Word count: 2,479

Read on AO3

Part 4 of It’s Not Mine

Two days later, Danny was over at John’s for a few hours. You had a meeting with your lawyer, and you asked John to watch him. He’d easily agreed. Dean was home, having the day off. While John played with Danny in the living room, he was making lunch while talking to Sam on the phone. “So, yeah.” He sighed, having told Sam most of the talk that he’d had with you the other night. “Hardest night of my life.” 

“I’m still shocked she’s the reason behind your first arrest.” Sam told him. “I mean, I thought it would have been speeding and then mouthing off to a cop.” 

“Ha ha.” Dean replied. “It had to be done. Not only did that dirtbag put his hands on her, I felt guilty. Had I not been an ass, she wouldn’t be going through all this. I’d beat his ass all over again, even with getting arrested. It was completely worth it.” He said proudly. “And I told her I want to step up and be Danny’s dad. Even if she doesn’t tell him I’m his father for years. I’ll wait.” 

Danny giggled as he won at Candy Land. “Can I get a juice box?” He asked John. 

“Sure thing.” He grinned. “I’ll shuffle the cards so we can play again. Deal?” 

“Yes!” He got up and ran to the kitchen. 

“-be Danny’s dad. Even if she doesn’t tell him I’m his father for years.” He heard Dean say into the phone, his back to Danny. 

“You’re my daddy!?” Danny gasped, making Dean whip around. He dropped his phone in the process. Danny’s eyes were wide as he stared at Dean. 

Dean picked up his phone. “Uh, I’ll call you back, Sammy.” He told his brother before hanging up, not letting him reply. 

Danny was bouncing on his feet. “So, you’re my daddy?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Shit.” He groaned. You were going to kill him. 

“GRANDPA! Dean said a bad word!” He yelled, making John come to the kitchen, laughing. 

“You used to do the same thing, Dean. Used to rat me out to your mother.” He was amused. “Why the long face?” He asked, confused. 

Dean sighed. “He walked in while I was talking to Sam about being his dad. He knows.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Y/N is gonna be so upset.” 

Danny tilted his head. “Why would mommy be mad you’re my daddy?” He asked, clearly confused.

John lifted Danny up. “The answer to that is boring grown up stuff.” He told him. “I’m sure your mom will be the best person to explain that. Okay?” 

He sighed. “Fine.” He didn’t want to hear boring grown up stuff. “Can I have my juice box now?” 

Danny was playing on his scooter on the sidewalk while John watched from his porch. You’d texted that you were on your way home, so Dean was hiding inside. As soon as Danny spotted you, he dropped his scooter and ran to you. “Mommy! Is Dean my daddy?!” He asked, hugging your legs. 

“Um, what?” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Where did you hear that?” Did Dean tell him? 

You glanced over as John made his way over. “He heard Dean on the phone with Sam apparently.” He explained. “Then told on Dean when he said a ‘bad word’.” He chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. “Dean’s worried you’re gonna be really mad, so he’s hiding.” 

“Of course he is.” You sighed. Moving to crouch, you took Danny’s hands. “Yes, Dean is your daddy, baby.” You didn’t want to straight up lie to him now that he was asking. 

“Does that mean I can call him daddy?” He asked sweetly. 

Swallowing, you shrugged. “We’ll have to ask him, but you can’t be upset if he wants you to keep calling him Dean, okay?” You wanted to slap Dean upside the head for talking about this where Danny could hear him. 

Danny nodded. “Why wouldn’t he want me to? Doesn’t he like me? Why hasn’t he been my daddy before?” He sounded sad. 

You were not ready for this. You currently felt like saying a bad word. “He loves you.” You heard John tell him. “Want me to get him for you?” He offered. 

“Please. Tell him we’ll be in my backyard.” You lifted Danny, holding him close as you carried him to the back. This was happening so much faster than you’d thought it would. As soon as you were in your backyard, you sat down in a chair. “Dean was working hard, and mommy was in school.” You started. “And before you were born we had a big fight, and it took a long time for us to not be mad.” That was honestly the best way you could put it. It wasn’t a lie, but was a much softer version. 

You shot Dean a glare when he walked into the backyard. “It’s not my fault.” He started, holding his hands up. “He snuck up on me.” He defended himself. 

Your glare faded and you sighed. “I know it’s not your fault.” You rubbed Danny’s back. “I just wasn’t expecting to come back to get asked by him if you’re his father, if he can call you daddy, and then when I said he’d have to ask you…he asked ‘why wouldn’t he want me to?’, ‘doesn’t he like me?’, and ‘why hasn’t he been my daddy before?’.” You leaned your cheek on the top of Danny’s head. “I was just taken by surprise. I told him that you were working, I was in school, and we had a really big fight and it took a long time for us to not be mad.” 

Dean moved closer and sat on the chair next to you. “Danny?” He got the little boy’s attention, smiling when he looked over at him. “Your mom’s right. We had a fight and were mad at each other, but I’m here now. If you want to call me daddy, you can. But if you want to keep calling me Dean, that’s okay, too.” He assured him. 

Danny perked up, wiggling off your lap, to run to hug Dean. “I wanna call you daddy!” He said happily. 

You watched, tears in your eyes. “Hey, Danny? Why do you go ask Grandpa if we can order pizza for dinner?” You suggested. 

“Can daddy stay for dinner?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Sure.” You nodded. 

“Okay!” He happily ran to the backdoor, disappearing inside. 

Looking at Dean, you let out a sigh. “Hurt him and I’ll be the one arrested for assault.” You warned him. “But…prove to me you’re going to be the best father he can be before his next birthday, and I’ll put you on his birth certificate.” You felt both options were fair. 

“I have a feeling you’d make sure I was never found.” He shook his head. “And his birthday is Valentine’s Day, right?” He asked. 

“Yup.” You smiled softly, turning to the door when you heard it open. “Pizza for dinner?” You asked Danny as he came out. 

“Yeah, he’s going to ask Grandpa what he wants so he can come eat dinner, too.” He told you before going to play with his little soccer ball. 

Dean’s court date was a week after Danny found out about him being his father. Which made it that much harder when you got told that Dean would be serving 30 days in jail. You had a restraining order against Mitchell, and Mitchell had one against Dean. You’d dealt with the legal system more in the past couple weeks than you had your entire life. To lessen the blow, you’d taken Danny out for ice cream. Sitting across from him in the ice cream parlor, you watched him for a moment. “Danny?” 

“Yeah?” He looked up from his bowl of ice cream. 

“You know how you’ve been really liking having your daddy around?” You asked, earning a nod. “Well, we’re not going to be seeing him again for a month. He got into trouble and has to go to a really long time out.” 

He gasped. “That’s a long time out!” His eyes were wide. “I’m going to miss him.” He sagged. 

“I know, baby.” Danny always looked forward to spending time with Dean. “How about we make him a lot of pictures for when he comes home? So he knows how much you were thinking of him?” You suggested. “After this we can go get lots of craft stuff at the store.” Part of this felt like you were bribing your five year old, but if this helped him cope with Dean being gone…so be it. 

“Okay!” He agreed. “I’ll make him a picture of the Impala.” 

You chuckled lightly at that. “He’ll love that.” 

You had a small bin of pictures for Dean for when he came home. It would be any day now, and you also planned to buy him a pie. You’d attempted to learn to make one, but you decided it was a better idea to trust the professionals. The local bakery was good enough! 

Your dad was watching Danny while you were at work and John went to get Dean from jail. You got a part time job working at the grocery store as a cashier, and while it wasn’t the best job, it was a job. Your goal was to move out of your dads in the next couple months, before Danny started school. 

Getting home that day, you made your way inside and smiled when you heard Danny, your dad, Dean, and John goofing off in the living room. Danny’s laughter turned to a squeal laugh, making you chuckle. You moved to lean on the living room door frame, bag with the pie in hand. “Welcome home, Dean.” You smiled. 

He grinned at you. “It’s good to be home, sweetheart.” 

“I come bearing gifts.” You held up the bag. 

“Grandpa says we’re gonna go out to eat to celebrate daddy being home.” Danny told you. He was on Dean’s back, holding on to him. 

“Then, I guess I’ll put this in the fridge and then go change. Do I have time to shower?” You hoped you did. 

John nodded. “Of course.” They were in no rush.

Dean carried Danny out of the diner, Danny’s head resting on Dean’s shoulder. He yawned, making you chuckle. “Can I have a sleepover with Daddy?” He asked. 

“That’s up to him, baby.” You told him. “Why don’t you plan for a night you can play a couple board games or something? You’ll be asleep before we get home.” 

“So? He can sleep on the floor in my room and we can play in the morning.” He countered. 

“Can’t fault his logic. That’s what we used to do.” Dean told you. “I don’t mind sleeping on his bedroom floor if that makes him happy.” 

Your dad and John hung back a bit, watching the pair of you. “I bet you they’re together within a year.” Your dad said to him, low enough you couldn’t hear. 

John chuckled. “I give it 6 months.” He countered. 

“I don’t know. Mitchell did a number on her, and she still doesn’t fully trust Dean.” He pointed out. “It’s gonna take her time to get through everything, and I can’t blame her.” 

He nodded at that. “True. I think him beating the shit out of Mitchell helped. So is how he’s taken to Danny, and how Danny has taken to him.” They both knew Danny was the most important part of your life. 

“So, see you at my house after you get some clothes? I can warm up your pie.” You offered as Dean put Danny in his booster seat. 

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way over.” 

John was the first to pull out of the parking lot, followed by your father. You were next, and finally Dean. Dean headed in the opposite direction, wanting to grab something at the store first. 

You’d gotten Danny’s teeth brushed after he changed into his pjs (with some help, he was so tired), and then gotten him tucked in. You were worried that you still didn’t have a text from Dean. Had he changed his mind? 

Running a hand through your hair, you took the hamper of dirty laundry from his room and went to get yours. If Dean wasn’t going to come over, you might as well get something productive done. “Dad, do you have any laundry?” You knocked on your father’s door where he went to read. 

He opened it and shook his head. “No, and you should relax.” He told you. 

“Putting a load of laundry in isn’t exactly stressful. If anything, it’s the least stressful household chore. I can put it in, and forget about it while it does its thing.” You pointed out. 

“Promise to relax while it ‘does its thing’?” 

“Yes, dad.” You chuckled. 

“Good.” He kissed your forehead. 

You’d just turned the washing machine on when Dean finally texted you. Coming over now :) 

Sighing, you went to meet him at the front door. “I was starting to think you bailed.” You told him as he got closer. 

“Sorry, I had to make a stop at the store and got distracted.” He chuckled, pulling flowers out from behind his back. “A thanks for letting me be there for Danny.” 

Blushing, you took them. “Oh, wow. Thank you. You didn’t have to.” You told him as you let him in. “You got distracted in the flower section of the store?” You teased. 

He chuckled, shutting the door. “Uh, no. I went to the toy department. Wanted to get him something, but then realized I couldn’t decide on what. There were board games, card games, summer toys, cars…So many toys.” 

You giggled at that. “What did you decide on?” 

“I got us some summer toys.” He told you as you put the flowers in the biggest cup you could find, and made a note to get you a vase. “I got super soakers and a sprinkler thing for now.” He set the bags of plastic goodies on the counter. “Figured it’s been warm enough out, so might as well get something to cool off with.” He sounded a lot like a proud kid, which was adorable. 

“He’ll love that. You two will have a lot of fun.”  “Two? Sweetheart, I bought five super soakers.” He grinned. “We’re all gonna have a good summer.” 

You raised an eyebrow, an amused look on your face. “We didn’t have super soakers as kids, so you’re living through our son, aren’t you?” You teased. 

“...I may have asked my dad for one every summer until I was 12.” He admitted, making you chuckle. “But! I believe I was promised pie.” 

“Let me heat it up.” You chuckled. “Dork.”

Tagging: @s0urw00lf

[a34trgv2]

The Problem With Animated Shows Today

I shouldn't have to make a post like this because I know there's so much more animated content now than there was when I was a kid. Yet for the better part of a year, I've sat through one abysmal failure of a cartoon after the other, and I just can't stand it anymore. I'm aware the title might come off as pretentious, but rest assured I'm not a pretentious person nor to I view this post as objective fact. I'm just here expressing the common problems I have with cartoons recently and what I feel are the best steps to avoid them.

A common problem I have with cartoons recently is the awful writing on display. Shows like Samurai Rabbit, Hamster & Gretel, Ollie's Pack, and Mech Cadets all have writing that at best very underwhelming and at worst inexcusably amateurish. Scenes would go on for minutes at a time delivering boring exposition, unfunny gags, and very unnatural dialogue. It very much feels like the creators don't understand the value of basic writing principles such as "show, don't tell" "less is more" or "do much, speak little." Rather, they often go through the motions of a typical show so they can meet the given runtine and stay underbudget. For example, an episode of Centaurworld is around 26 minutes, which should be more than enough time to develop the characters, explore the world, have a good amount of funny moments and intense action scenes. What they choose to spend that runtime on instead is one note characters standing around arguing with one another, exposition dump upon exposition dump, unfunny gags, and underwhelming at best action scenes. This in turn makes the premise of the show feel wasted, like the creators only gave a successful pitch just to make something digestible to put bread on the table.

It really does feel like characters in cartoons these days are one of 2 archetypes: the annoying chatterbox and the moronic dirtbag. Let's compare 2 characters that have the same idea but vastly different executions: Eddy from Ed, Edd, n Eddy, and Ollie from Ollie's Pack. Both are outcasts who aren't good role models, but we're supposed to find them entertaining and funny. Despite those similarities, Eddy is clearly the superior character in this scenario because he often gets his comeuppance for almost immediately, and he actually does care for his friends. Ollie, in contrast, is just a selfish brat who sees his friends as expendable and doesn't get his comeuppance as quickly. Not only are the main characters detestable and annoying, but the supporting cast isn't much better as often they're either underdeveloped and unfunny or they're just parrots that always share the same thoughts as the main character. And don't even get me started on how incompetent, pathetic, and annoying the show's villains can get. Seriously, I defy anyone to make a good case for characters like Lloyd Garmadon, Jamack, the Yokai from Samurai Rabbit, or any of the villains from Hamster & Gretel.

An important aspect of animation that not many people bring up in conversation is voice acting. Voice actors are essential in giving life to characters in animation as they're able to make them sound believable and authentic. Or at least, that's what good voice acting should be. So many of the animated shows I've watched have such underwhelming or otherwise terrible voice acting that make the characters sound fake and kill my suspension of disbelief. Some of the worst vocal performances I've heard in recent memory come from Chris Houghton as Cricket Green, Meli Povenmire as Gretel Gomez, Allyn Rachel as Bee, and Danny Pudi as Tiny. They all have very terrible range, no sense of urgency in their tones, and don't sound the least bit believable as their characters. It's also frustrating to hear veteran actors give lackluster performances such as Aulil'i Carvalho as Hailey Banks, Chris Diantamopoulos as Thunder, and Karen Fukahara as Kipo. It's not entirely the fault of the actors for giving lackluster performances, as often they're at the mercy of bad voice direction who doesn't do a good job bringing out the best in their actors.

It's a given that animation on television has more limitations than big budget animated films. The best animated TV shows ever made, though, are able to work around those limitations and provide some excellent visuals that make the world feel alive. Recently though, I've notice a common problem when it comes to the animation in shows like Mech Cadets, Super Giant Robot Brothers, Daniel Spellbound, Hailey's On It, Bee and PuppyCat and My Dad The Bounty Hunter. All of them look good from a design standpoint, but in actual animation, they look choppy and stiff. This is because these shows have bad animation direction. Most people don't think about animation direction when watching a cartoon, but we can definitely tell when animation looks good versus when it looks bad. Bad animation is not just what's being shown on screen but also how it's being presented. In Mech Cadets, a character is giving a backstory to another character in a dark control room, and the camera moves around the room, showing the walls while the character talks. This is beyond inexcusable as it showcases the lack of appreciation for visual storytelling and is a complete waste of resources. Other aspects of bad animation include choppy character movements, a lack of mass on the character models, disorienting cinematography, and poor use of lighting and shading.

What can be done to avoid these shortcomings? Well, it starts by having good scripts that value showing over telling. I can't recommend Pixar's 22 Rules of Storytelling enough for aspiring writers who want to make the best scrips they can. I also think having your characters be likable and well-rounded will help a ton, especially if they're in a show about good triumphing evil. Having good actors is one thing, but it's equally important to have a very good voice director with years of experience bringing out the best in voice actors. Finally, collaborating with a skilled animation director or a very well established animation studio would do wonders. And don't be afraid to speak up and communicate with the producers on how to make the show bettee while staying within the budget. Animation is a collaborative medium and animated series today should do a better job reflecting that.

[thef1diary]

https://www.tumblr.com/nobrakes/663801931216601088/you-gotta-hand-it-to-him-man-knows-how-to-sell

absolutely going feral over these, and it’s giving dirtbag!daniel having his way with you on a boat 👀

oh how he would LOVE for everyone around to hear 😩😩

-🐱

— his tattoos 😵‍💫 if he wants you, he wants you, doesn’t care if anyone else hears (or sees) plus wouldn’t it be so much fun to fuck w a view? he’ll still look at you though. NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY HEART ATTACKS BTW (cunty collective I see you) 18+ content below

The sun beat down on the boat, the faint rocking of the waves beneath you doing nothing to steady your trembling legs as Daniel pulled you onto his lap. He was shirtless, his bronzed skin glistening faintly, and those shorts he wore—low on his hips and just short enough to show off the tattoos on his thick thighs—left little to the imagination.

You should’ve been looking at the open sea, the endless stretch of blue and the gentle horizon. Instead, you were seated on Daniel’s cock, his hands gripping your hips, letting you take him as deeply as possible.

“Look at that view, baby,” he rasped, his voice rough, his lips grazing your ear as he guided you to grind down on him. “Not the ocean, though—nah, the only thing I care about is how good you look falling apart for me.”

You tried to focus on the horizon, your hands braced against his chest as you lifted yourself up and sank back down. But Daniel wasn’t about to let you escape the intensity of his gaze.

“Eyes on me,” he muttered, a hand slipping under your sundress to toy with your clit. You whimpered at the sudden shock of pleasure, your legs threatening to give out.

“D-Danny,” you stammered, your voice catching in your throat as he smirked.

“There’s my good girl,” he crooned, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Whining for me already? Fucking pathetic. You can’t even ride me properly without making a mess of yourself.”

You whined, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to keep up with his pace. But he was relentless, pulling you down harder, making sure you felt every inch of him stretching you open.

The wet sounds between your thighs grew louder, and your face flushed as you glanced nervously over your shoulder. The thought of someone walking by, hearing the obscene noises or catching a glimpse of what you were doing, sent a jolt of both fear and arousal straight to your cunt.

“Don’t even think about it,” Daniel warned, gripping your chin and turning your face back to him. “No one’s out here right now, but you want someone to see, don’t you? Bet you’d love to have an audience. Let them watch you bounce on my cock, moaning like the desperate little slut you are.”

“Shut up,” you shot back weakly, but your words were swallowed by a sharp gasp as he pinched your clit, making you clench around him.

“Shut up?” he mocked, his tone dripping with condescension. “That’s cute, coming from someone who’s whining my name loud enough for the whole fucking marina to hear.”

His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he swallowed your moans. “Go on,” he muttered against your mouth, his hands digging into your hips. “Let it out. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.”

You tried to muffle your cries, biting down on your fist as your thighs burned from the effort of riding him. But Daniel wasn’t about to let you hide.

“Nuh uh,” he muttered, grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand away. “You don’t get to be shy now. You were so eager when I took you out here, weren’t you? Now fucking own it.”

His hips thrust up into you, meeting your movements with brutal precision. The force of it had you crying out, your head tipping back as pleasure overwhelmed you.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice dark and filthy. “Make a fucking mess of yourself. Don’t stop until you’ve soaked my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you dripping down my thighs.”

You couldn’t hold back. The knot in your stomach snapped, and your orgasm hit you like a wave, your entire body trembling as you moaned his name—loud, unrestrained, shameless.

“Fuck,” Daniel hissed, watching you with hooded eyes as you came undone. His hands never stopped their punishing grip on your hips, pulling you down onto him as you rode out your high.

When you slumped against him, boneless and still trembling from the aftershocks, he chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Better clean yourself up before someone sees, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mock concern.

Then he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “Or maybe we should enjoy the view this time, hm? Turn around, on your hands and knees.”

want more dirtbag!danny? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[woso-dreamzzz]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTFk8vkaH/. - somehow dirtbag and tontos end up in the USA mid season and the team gets this in the group chat

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTFk87fMK/ - tontos and dirtbag before a game

Sammy and Danny from the band Greta van fleet give me the biggest tontos and dirtbag energy and I base their friendship and antics off them

Ingrid likes to show the Dirtbag and Tontos chaos off to everyone like a proud mum

Like 'look at them! They came to me traumatised! Now look at them! Shotting each other with nerf guns!'

And it's just Tontos and Dirtbag not even attempting to get out of the line of fire

[worst-teenager-competition]

WELCOME TO THE WORST TEENAGER COMPETITION 2023!!

This is heavily inspired by the vast collection of poll-based competitions taking place on tumblr at the moment, especially @/sexymanotd, @/nonbiney-swag-competition and @/autismswagsummit! Please check them out if you haven't already!

Welcome to the official competition between Tumblr's worst teenagers! They are going to fight each other with fingerless glove covered fists, pocket knives and sports bags :)

Organized and moderated by one awful teenager, @kriscommitscrimes! Hopefully this doesn't kill me, exams are already kicking my ass :D

Notes/Rules:

Contestants were chosen (for the most part) from people submitting characters on this post.

Every contestant is either canonically a teenager, or is heavily implied to be one. Unless people were lying on their submissions.

Some contestants were added as a joke by me yeah I know I'm sorryyyy

Using a random number generator to decide matches because brackets hurt my head

A tie will lead to a tiebreaker, and if both characters are still tied after said tiebreaker, both will go through to the next round

Every character here is VASTLY different. Some are just dirtbags, others are literal murderers. This competition is just for fun

Voting will start on the 17th of February, 8:00 P.M. GMT!!!

And without further ado, our contestants!

A list of the character's names is provided under the cut, as not all of the images are clear.

Hunter - The Owl House

Casey Jones - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Jet the Hawk - Sonic

Rodrick Heffley - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Kris Dreemurr - Deltarune

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia

Foxybro - Five Night's at Freddy's 4

Edward Elric - Full Metal Alchemist

Susie - Deltarune

Ben Pincus - Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous

Robbie Valentino - Gravity Falls

Jeannemary Chatur - The Locked Tomb

Nico di Angelo - Percy Jackson

Billy Hargrove - Stranger Things

Sasuke Uchiha - Naruto

Vriska Serket - Homestuck

Azula - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Sasha Waybright - Amphibia

Jason Dean - Heathers

Y/N - Literally just you but a teenager

Zuko - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Me - Literally just me

Lori Meyers - Night in the Woods

Danny Fenton - Danny Phantom

Link - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Matt Tholomule - The Owl House

Shadow the Hedgehog - Sonic

Leonardo - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Chloé Bourgeois - Miraculous Ladybug

Kokichi Oma - Danganronpa

Axl Heck - The Middle

Gladion - Pokémon: Sun and Moon

Vanitas - Kingdom Hearts

Jinx - Arcane

Aubrey - Omori

Jimbo Jones - The Simpsons

Cheryl Blossom - Riverdale

Ruby - The Path

Fourteen - Numberjacks (don't kill me)

Rachel Berry - Glee

And with that, may the best (worst) teenager dirtbag win!

[bajablasterrr]

Even more Ghostie Bois ™️ bc I have writers block and completely forgot about the Fic I need to finish

So everyone remembers their teenage dirtbag era, the embarrassing pictures and the overall hatred of everyone, fun times.

Well Danny has never had a teenage dirtbag era, seeing as ever since he turned fourteen he’s been busy saving the world, he just sort of skips over it entirely

That is until Jason (his Ghostie Bro) finds this out, and comes up with a solution to give Danny all the teenage angst he missed out on

This culminates in Jason, Cas, and Damian all collectively piling into the bat mobile and driving Danny to the nearest hot topic. Ironically enough no matter how hard they try, Danny somehow finds the brightest colored studio ghibli themed jacket and goes,

“look guys, soot sprites, this will go perfect with the frog hat I picked up”

They collectively facepalm as they come to the realization that Danny is the one of them who actually doesn’t need a teenage dirtbag era.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

So, me and a few friends/mutuals have this hotness category we call ✨Dirtbag Hot✨ (think damiano david, Pete Davidson, billy from stranger things, Jeremy Allen white)

Anywho,

DIRTBAG HOT DANNY WAGNER: coming to you summer of 2024