cw : phone sex, voyeurism , praise, squirt

a/n: ok.. if u don't like.. don't read!

you and vi have always been best friends, you dont know how you end up jerking off on call with her almost every night

you think it started off with one day her interrupting you violently finger-fucking yourself, your small whimpers your trying to hide, that you're not hiding at all. makes something light inside of vi, she immediately asked to face time you to watch.

You have been under so much stress lately. Master was storming up ideas of how to help you relax. You admit that you’ve never been the best at just letting things go.

You thought he was joking when he brought up certain colors and patterns can soothe and silence your overactive thoughts.

It’s just a dumb gif. What’s so great about it?

Shh princess just do the breathing technique we talked about, okay? Rest your shoulders listen to my voice, and jusssssst let the spiral drag you *DEEPER*.

Huhhhhhhhhhfuuuck. I hate when he uses this voice it always makes me feel soooooo fu..fu….fuuuuuuck

MIND GOES *POP*

It didn’t take a lot of convincing. You’ve been conditioned to LET IT HAPPEN when he uses that warm honey like tone. You always try to fight because you’re so set on being “little miss independent” but you never win. And you love that you never win. You just *SINK DEEPER* when you try to fight it. You’ve grown to love the spiral. You’ve been sitting in this chair for the past three hours. No lights are on in that pretty head of yours. You can’t even remember Masters real name, can you.

Deeper and deeper with every number...

And I have no idea why I chose my sketch airbrush.

Danny’s eyes… once, they burned—wild, stubborn, untamed. Now, they were just remnants, hollow and dim, a shattered reflection of something that used to be. Tired, heavy-lidded, staring past the world as if it no longer mattered—because… it didn’t anymore.

No spark.

No warmth.

Just the empty sheen of someone who had felt too much, too deeply, until there was simply nothing left to feel.

That’s… that’s him.

It’s worn down, piece by piece, until all that remained was just… exhaustion. Not a broken soul, not even a lost one—just a hollowed out echo of something that once was.

When I think the sketch looks better then the finished piece. Yeah, well. I just wanted to try to draw dead eyes (empty eyes).

This is just… Danny being in an Altered Universe, Out Of Character and aged up. My own headcanon. ♡

⟢ The story: Ao3

What did I tell you about stroking your little cock to mommy’s pics!?

Don’t say you can’t help it…

He is giving Betty Boop vibes with these lashes.