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azulhood · 2 months

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It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.

Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.

It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.

Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.

It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)

He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.

And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.

Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.

It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.

A treasure trove of blackmail material.

He finally found the picture he was looking for.

All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)

It was a normal photo.

And yet, something seemed off.

Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.

Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.

And yet, something was missing.

Then it hit him.

Wes wasn't there.

Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.

He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.

'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.

Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.

Still, it stuck with him.

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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.

Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.

Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"

Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.

Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.

"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.

Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.

It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.

But more like Tuckers

One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.

There were so many.

Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.

But there were no baby photos.

The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?

And nothing before.

'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.

He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.

And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.

'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"

Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."

Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.

Something was wrong.

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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.

He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.

Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.

What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.

Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.

And he found nothing.

Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.

There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.

It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.

And perhaps the most interesting thing.

Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.

And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.

Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?

It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #is wes a tulpa? a changling? a clone?#who knows #but tim is going to find out

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bet-on-me-13 · 7 months

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Cass joins Team Phantom

So, we all know how Cass escaped her terrible dad at the age of 8 right? And how she is adopted by Batman at the age of 16-17 right? Well, what happened in between that time?

Cass has been on the run for Years now. She is 13, and at this point she has been on the run for nearly half of her entire life. So it's really no wonder that when she finally got to a relatively safe place after weeks of little food, little rest, and constant attacks by her pursuers, she accidentally fell asleep.

She woke up in a nice comfy bed, in a room that looked like an Astronomy Geek's dream. Once the people who found her noticed she was awake, they explained what had happened.

Their son, a boy named Danny, had found her passed out in their Shed the previous day while cleaning up. He had quickly brought her in and offered his Room so she could rest comfortably.

Cass doesn't really trust them, and tries to run more than once, but her weeks of constant exhaustion have finally caught up with her and she is stuck staying with them until she is fit to leave.

And unfortunately for her, the Fentons are very Endearing.

By the time she is healthy enough to leave, she genuinely wants to stay. So they unofficially adopt her, letting her stay in their house and sharing a room with Jazz (Danny did kind of need his room back, and Jazz was a good sister like that)

She ends up going to the same school as Danny and ends up befriending both of his friends, Tucker and Sam.

The day of the Accident, Cass is right there alongside Tucker and Sam as the Portal kills Danny.

After the Accident, she is a great help in teaching him some calming routines and meditation techniques so he can get a handle on his Powers much easier.

They also find out that standing in front of a Portal as it rips reality apart is just as bad as being inside of it. They all end up extremely liminal and get Powers. Tucker has Technomancy, Sam has Plant Powers, and Cass gets Shadow Manipulation (or whatever you think fits her)

She is having the best time of her life, but unfortunately it can't last forever.

About 2 years after the Accident, the GIW get a lucky shot on Danny. They were using one of the inventions the Fenton's had made before the Reveal (which was a good one) one that made Ghost Powers weaker for easier capture. While it didn't hurt Danny too much, it did weaken him enough that he flickered into his Human Form for just long enough for the GIW Agents to see him.

Now with Danny's identity exposed, the GIW could track down the Identities of the Humans who had been helping him all this time, aka, Tucker, Sam, and Cass.

During a Raid on Fenton Works, they all got seperated somehow.

Danny got injured protecting the Team, and had to be rushed to the Ghost Zone by Jazz, a stray shot from the GIW blowing up the Portal behind them. They ended up in the Far Frozen, to get Danny fixed up.

Tucker was arrested and sent to prison for a little while before a glitch in his cells Security System allowed him an opening to use his Powers to escape.

Sam was chased out of the Town by the GIW and ended up in the Forest nearby. She had to use her Powers to run away, disappearing too deep into the Woods for the GIW to follow.

Cass managed to sneak out, and ended up trying to save Tucker on his way to prison. She failed though, and the GIW chased her all the way to New Jersey before loosing her trail.

This is how she ended up in Gotham, and got adopted by Bruce Wayne. But she would never forget her first Family, and would try for years to see if she could find where they ended up.

Potential Part 2? Maybe, I have some ideas...

What do you think?

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 9

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc: 2920

Jason hated Danny, a little. The other had really (accidentally) downplayed the effect the ectoshot would have. Flu like symptoms his ass, Jason felt like his insides were trying to crawl their way to the outside. Danny had apologized profusely and frequently, and Jason had forgiven him. Still, he hated Danny a little for doing this to him. Danny earned a lot of points back, though, by acting as Jason’s personal ice pack through the worst of the fever. Jason spent a lot of hours with his head or chest pressed against Danny’s cold back as he lay, miserable, on the couch with Danny sat on the floor in front of it. It was even nicer when Danny would absently run cold fingers through Jason’s hair and scratch lightly at his scalp. Jason tried not to think about how good that felt. How easy it was to let Danny touch him. He was determined to just blame the fever and ignore how his very bones seemed to hum in pleasure at the contact. Or maybe it was Danny humming. Purring? Fuck this fever, seriously.

So Jason sat close to Danny and Danny spent most of the time doing homework on a laptop that looked one step from death. “Summer classes,” he explained when Jason asked. “I’m trying to get all my gen eds done so that I can double major. Maybe even triple? I don’t know if I want to have spend the time on the language classes a Math major needs.” Jason hummed in response, trying to tuck the information away in his sick ailed brain. He couldn’t decided if he hoped Danny and Tim never met (con, they were both too damn smart), or if he desperately wanted them to meet (pro, Tim would replace all of Danny’s failing tech in a pique of disgust). Maybe the scholarship already came with a new laptop? That sounded like it would be a Tim thing to do, but Jason wasn’t sure how involved Tim was in the scholarships. “Math sucks,” he settled on. | “Sure it does, book boy. I bet you were an English major.” Danny had found Jason’s pile of books early on the second day and made fun of him. But Danny had also found both ‘Pride and Prejudice’ movies to download and had put them on for Jason to watch. They had spend all day trying to make it through the Colin Firth one as Danny kept pausing it whenever Jason dozed off due to the fever. “Nah. Never even finished high school. Too busy being dead,” Jason mumbled and tried to press closer to the cold. Danny must have done something because the chill increased. Jason let out a content sigh. He was almost asleep when Danny spoke. “You’re not just dead any more. You can still have a life.” “Don’t know if I deserve one.” “Of course you do,” Danny said. Danny didn’t know what Jason had done, the Pit groaned in response. Jason let himself slip asleep rather than deal with either of them.

The next time Jason drifted towards consciousness, there was a hand on his forehead. It wasn’t right though. It was familiar, but it wasn’t right. “Too warm.” “You sure are Jaybird. You’re burning up.” Jason jolted up and almost fell right back over as the world swam around him. When it solidified, it settled into a very different pair of worried blue eyes than he was expecting. “Big bird?” But if Dick was here, where was Danny? There was no sign of the other now; no laptop or textbooks or scribbled equations. Too many takeout boxes stacked too messily were the only clue, but Jason figured that could be excused by his sick state. Jason knew that Danny hadn’t been with him the whole time he’d been sick. The other clearly came and went at least a few times to pick up food, his school work, and other supplies. What Jason didn’t know if the timing was just lucky or if Danny had managed to disappear before Dick had made it past all the safeguards. He hoped Danny wasn’t stuck hiding in a closet or something. “What?” Jason asked. Dick had been saying something to him, but Jason hasn’t caught a word of it. He rubbed at his eyes to try and focus. “Did you get dosed?” “Does? No. Just the stupid flu or something,” Jason lied. “Why are you here?” “Because you didn’t show up for patrol for a few days in a row, little bird,” Dick said softly. He brushed Jason’s sweat soaked hair off his forehead. Jason swayed into the touch. Not even two days of finally being touched apparently was all it took to lose his self control. At least Dick wasn’t shying away from him right then. Not like he normally did. Right, his brother had said something. “That made you break into my place? You know that was fucking stupid. What if I’d been…” Jason trailed off and motioned to his eyes. What if he’d been in a Pit rage. “You don’t drop off from everything like this when you are. We were worried,” Dick said. He sounded worried, but Jason didn’t feel like he could figure out if it was real right then, not with his head so full of cotton. Maybe it was. This was Dick, he seemed to care. Of course, then Dick had to go and add, “You should have checked in.” Jason snorted at that. “Not for patrol reasons,” Dick said, rolling his eyes. “So that we didn’t worry, little bird. And so that I could have brought some soup from Alfred.” “Mmm… yeah, would have been worth it for the soup,” Jason decided after a moment. “Most things are worth Alfred’s soup,” Dick agreed with a chuckle. “But no, you had to be stubborn and not let us know you were sick so there’s no soup for you.” “Shut up,” Jason grumbled with no real heat. He tried to let himself fall back onto the couch but was stopped by Dick pulling him forward. “Nu-uh. We’re going to get you up and into the shower. You’ll feel better in clean clothes and I can change the blankets on the couch and get these through the wash.” “No.” “Yes,” Dick said in a sing-song voice that made Jason want to punch him. Instead he let Dick help him off the couch. Now that it had been mentioned, a shower really did sound good. He was left propped up against the door frame of the bathroom while Dick got the shower started. The sound of the water was almost soothing, and Jason eyes drifted closed. Normally the Pit would be snarling at him to stay alert— to stay focused and on guard— even (especially) in the presence of his family, but it seemed as drained by the ectoshot as he was and stayed quiet. “Jay?” “Hum?” “Do I need to get you to a hospital?” Jason pried his eyes open to glare at his brother. When had Dick gotten so close? He hovered just in front of Jason like if he wanted to reach out and pull Jason close. Shit, Dick really was worried, wasn’t he? “It’s just the stupid flu or something.” “I don’t know, you’re really out of it, Jay. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you with your guard like this.” “’S fine,” Jason said and let his eyes close again. “You’re here. I’m safe.” “Okay little bird,” Dick said softly and started to help Jason out of his sweat soaked shirt. “Let me take care of you.”

Dick helped peel off Jason’s shirt and tossed it on the floor. This wasn’t his first time undressing and shoving one of his family members into the shower. Being a vigilante left no room for modesty between the mortal wounds, medical procedures, and decontamination processes. It was easy to be clinical about it at this point. Besides, his mind was too busy reeling over Jason’s words. Jason felt safe with him. Jason, who even when he was sitting right next to them, still held them at arm’s length. Who Dick wasn’t sure would even show up at the few family meals he did attended if it weren’t for Alfred’s cooking. Who struggled to share any details about a case. Who didn’t ask for help when he was this sick… … felt safe with him. Dick had to bite his lip to keep the tears from welling up. He hadn’t thought Jason would ever trust him again, not really. He hadn’t been sure if he’d ever really have his brother back. He didn’t even need— want— Jason back in a creepy ‘just like he was before’ sort of way. Dick knew that was impossible. Jason dying had changed them all. Him coming back had changed them again. Jason had talked to Dick about it once, just a little. They had both been drunk— Jason more than Dick— and Jason had talked. He had talked like the words were spilling out of him, bleeding out of him; a soft steady flow of horror. There in the dim light of Dick’s apartment Jason had talked, just a little, about what it was like to live with the Pit rage in him. How it was like a rabid dog on a leash that was barking, barking barking. Dick didn’t know how someone even thought over that noise, but he was so damn proud of Jason for managing. He was so damn proud of Jason for clawing his way back to life— out of his grave and out of his madness and out of his rage. He didn’t want the old Jason back. He just wanted a chance to get to be a brother to this Jason. He was so damn proud of the man he’d become. His eyes ran over the horrible autopsy scars that crossed Jason’s chest. The stark reminder of exactly why Dick hadn’t been sure they’d ever really have Jason back. Jason, when he had to change around them, always did it as quickly as possible. But right then the scars were on full display. Because Jason was trusting Dick to see them. Dick tried hard not to think too much about it. Jason needed his help right then. He could deal with the mental fallout later. With some wrangling, Dick got Jason into the shower. After getting fresh clothing, he took a seat on the closed toilet, flicking through his phone from somewhere to order food from. He wanted to be close by in case Jason lost his balance in the shower. “Is Ben’s good for pizza?” “What?” At least Jason was sounding a little more clear headed. “Ben’s. I’m ordering food.” “Yeah. Get a supreme. The chicken bbq one is good too.” “Got it.” Dick selected the pizzas, added maybe too much garlic bread to the order, and submitted it. Then he pulled up the family chat. The one that Jason still refused to be part of. Dick: So Jason’s running a pretty bad fever. He thinks it’s the flu. Oracle: He’s actually staying home and not patrolling when he’s sick? Tim: Shit. It’s that bad? Dick: He’s pretty out of it. Shower seems to be helping and I’m ordering food. I’m going to stay the night here unless you need me on patrol. Bruce: We’ll rearrange patrols. Keep an eye on him. Dick: Will do. He wasn’t going to let Jason down again.

When Jason woke on day four, he felt good. He wasn’t perfect, he knew that. Danny had said it would take at least a few infusions— maybe several if his core took to it badly. He might never be without lingering effects. But even with just the one shot of ectoplasm Jason felt better than he had in years. Jason let himself linger in bed for a bit, slowly stretching out his sore muscles, before sounds from his kitchen made him stir. The press of otherness was back, so Jason assume that Danny was back. His arrival still made Jason shudder with a chill of cold. It wasn’t as overwhelming as it used to be, but there was never any doubt when Danny was around. Yesterday Dick had hardly left his He’d convinced Dick that he would be fine for the day and that he should go to work. Dick had still insisted on waking Jason up in the morning before he headed out, but Jason had rolled over and went back to sleep. And now Danny was back. The sound of something clattering, followed by cursing, had Jason finally rolling out of bed and heading to the kitchen. He half debated at least pulling on a shirt over his sleep pants, but the cursing had turned rather fevered. Besides, he didn’t think that Danny would be bothered by his scarring. He had to stop in the doorway to the kitchen and just stare. Smoke hung in the air. Danny was right in the middle of it— holding an ice covered frying pan out at arms length. Jason was pretty sure the tips of Danny’s bangs were singed. Jason was smirking. He knew he was. He really couldn’t help it. “I can see why you always bought food these last few days.” Danny whirled to face him, blue eyes wide. He made a cut off little noise and flushed bright red. Chuckling, Jason stepped into to the space— the kitchen was hardly big enough for two people— and reached around Danny to turn the burner off. Danny’s arm was cold as he brushed against it. When Jason pulled back and Danny was still just staring at him and had grown redder. “You good there, fish?” “Um, what? Oh!” Danny finally blinked. The blush went right to the tips of his ears. “Right, yeah? But, um, I don’t think that the eggs are okay.” “Don’t know if my frying pan is either,” Jason said, eying the frozen hunk of metal. “Sorry,” Danny said with a wince and dumped it in the sink. He waved his hand and let the ice melt. Scorched eggs washed down the sink. “How did you burn them so badly?" Jason asked. He was actually a little impressed. “I never learned to cook, okay? We didn’t really cook at my house so I’m having to pick up all of it now,” Danny said with a little shrug. “It’s, ah, not going so well.” “Neither of your parents chefs?” “Too much ambient ectoplasm,” Danny said as he tried to scrub at the charred pan. Jason didn’t think it would do any good. “When the casserole tries to eat you back one too many times you sort of give up on eating at home.” “What.” “Reanimated food. They’re always bastards. I have scars from the hot dogs still,” Danny said and also gave up on the pan and turned around to lean against the counter. “…I have so many questions and I don’t know if I want answers.” Danny shrugged again. He picked at the ends of the hoodie he was wearing, unraveling the ragged edge further. “You probably don’t. So, um, I was in the right to leave the other night, right?” “Yeah. It was my brother checking up on me. I don’t think I’m ready to explain all of this,” Jason said, giving a little wave of his hand to indicated everything as he leaned against the counter next to Danny. Danny glanced at him, his eyes flickering over the chest scars and back up. “They do know you died, right?” “Sorta hard to miss,” Jason said, crossing his arms. “But they think the Pits brought me back. We all did. Not that…” “It’s different, knowing you’re still dead,” Danny filled in where Jason trailed off. “Yeah. I’ll tell them later, maybe, but I want things to settle more. Shit, wait, am I going to get powers like you have? Then I’ll have to, I guess. It would hard to hide magical ice.” “Oh, you probably wont get ice. There are lots of difference cores. There’s all the elemental ones, fire and electricity and things, but also like, technology and shadow and a the Ancients can have really unique ones like time and hope. We won’t know what yours is until we get rid of the corrupted goop and you have enough ectoplasm.” “Huh,” Jason said with a frown. “So more ectoshots?” “More ectoshots. But we’ll give you a few weeks in between so you can recover. I’ve got to get myself moved to Gotham anyways, and I don’t really think you should take any of it if I’m not around, just in case your powers do develop.” “Yeah, alright,” Jason said, brain already working on how to hide all of this from the Bats. He was just starting to get things back to better with them. He didn’t want to throw ‘hey, turns out I’m still a little dead’ into the mix. He didn’t want to see the looks on their faces at that news. He didn’t want to break anyone’s heart again. He didn’t want to lose them again. Jason cleared his throat. “Well, guess I better give you my number then. Not that I don’t know when you’re around, but would be shit of you to have to come all this way just to check on me. How do you keep getting back and forth, anyways?” “Oh, sometimes I use a portal but mostly I just fly.” “You what?”

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AN: So this chapter was originally a single scene, but it decided it really needed more time. Then Dick decided to show up. I’ve gone back and forth about showing a POV other than Jason or Danny, but Jason is such an unreliable narrator about himself and Danny doesn’t know how Jason used to be, and I wanted to be able to show that. So Dick will show up a few times! He’s mostly here to have feelings.

And yes, Danny was totally bluescrened by shirtless Jason there at the end! I debated the POV for that, but thought it was funner that Jason has no clue why Danny is blushing like a tomato.

This is rough in places, I know, but my focus has been shot by pain. Besides, cleaning it up is what rewrites are for! Speaking of, rewrite of chapter 3 will be up on ao3 Thursday! Thank you all always for your wonderful response to this and stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #dick grayson #dead on main #danny fenton/jason todd #like betta fish do

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five-rivers · 7 days

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Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 11

@greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“So,” said Danny, leaning over the back of the couch. After Frostbite, he somehow had more energy. Maybe it was part of his core being active?

“So?” echoed Clockwork, an eyebrow raised.

Danny blushed. He’d derailed his own train of thought quite thoroughly. “Frostbite taught me how to do some things.”

“As did Vladimir, presumably?” asked Clockwork. “And Jasmine?”

“Well, sure,” said Danny. “But, like. More specifically, he showed me how to make things. With ice.”

“If you are asking for permission to use your powers, you may.”

“Even though I’m inside?”

“You could hardly use them elsewhere,” said Clockwork. “In any case, this place was created for your benefit. I only ask that you keep the kitchen and the workshop in order.”

“And your room, right?”

Clockwork shrugged, and slotted the book he’d been perusing back onto the shelf. “I am not particularly attached to it.”

“You do sleep, though, right? I know you said that you only sleep once in a while, but staying awake all the time like that can’t be healthy.”

“I am a ghost, Daniel,” said Clockwork.

“Frostbite slept,” argued Danny. “He’s a ghost.”

Clockwork sighed. “If it will give you peace of mind, I can take a nap.”

Danny squinted at Clockwork. He felt as if this conversation had diverged wildly from his initial aim. “I… think it would?”

“You sound uncertain.”

“It would,” said Danny, trying to sound more confident.

Clockwork patted him on the head as he flew past, towards the short hallway that contained the way to both Clockwork’s room and the workshop. “I will be awake in time to make you dinner.”

Danny wondered if he could, possibly, preempt Clockwork and cook dinner for them himself, but dismissed the idea. Anything that relied on beating Clockwork in a matter of timing was doomed to fail. He had other things he wanted to try out, anyway.

He dropped himself onto the couch and gathered cold in his hands. Frostbite had shown him how to make rough shapes out of ice. Simple things like crystals, spheres, cubes.

He was going to try something a little bit more complicated this time, though. He had the time, since he was, once again, wracked with indecision about which of his potential guardians he should choose. Now that he’d seen Frostbite, he had visited all the odd-numbered entries. He should probably just decide on a method of choosing the next people, and then stick with that for the next three. Then, he’d be able to move through them faster.

If faster was what he wanted. That was a big if.

Maybe he should just go from the top. He’d already run into the Observants, aka the only people he definitely wasn’t going to choose, and he’d gone very much out of order already, so that was unlikely to trigger any unpleasant traps. Although, then, he’d be going from older candidates to younger ones… Did that really matter, though? Well, as long as they were all older than Jazz, and at least, like, adults…

He was so involved and occupied by his work and his thoughts that he didn’t realize that Clockwork had returned.

“What would you like for dinner?” asked Clockwork.

Danny startled, and the object he’d been shaping shot out of his hands and buried itself in the wall opposite the couch. “Oops,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Accidents happen,” said Clockwork, pulling the object out of the wall and turning it over in his hands. “A gear?”

Danny shrugged. “I wasn’t able to make it even, but I thought it would be good practice? And it could be, like, a decoration or something. A paperweight. Since you, um, like gears.”

“Hm,” said Clockwork. He flew over to the kitchen. Danny bounced up off the couch and followed him.

Once in the kitchen, Clockwork went to the fridge. Danny watched with interest and confusion as Clockwork held the slightly malformed gear up against the fridge door and stuck it there. They looked at it together, Danny trying to figure out exactly how Clockwork had done that.

“Yes,” said Clockwork, “that’s very nice, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, still feeling confused. There was something… off about this. Not wrong, or bad, but… off. He blinked and shook his head. “For dinner… something hot, I think. Warm and spicy.”

“Certainly,” said Clockwork. “Burritos it is.”

“I think I know who I’ll see next,” said Danny, shaping a lump of ice between his hands as if it was clay. He didn’t know what it’d be, but it was calming.

Clockwork hummed, indicating he was listening even as he flipped the french toast he was preparing for breakfast over in the pan.

“I think I’ll see Pandora.”

“Ah, and why have you chosen her?”

“Because she is a her,” said Danny. “Like, I don’t think I’ve actually seen a girl since Jazz. I… Don’t think the Observants really have genders, do they?”

“Not precisely as you would understand it. However, most of them go by either ‘it’ or ‘he,’ for future reference.”

“Right. But Vlad and the Dairy King were both guys. Frostbite was a guy. It’s kind of hard to tell whether or not the other two groups have any girls in them, but I’m pretty sure someone named Pandora is going to be a girl. Especially since her little profile mentions being a queen.” He wrinkled his nose. “Unless this is, like, a drag queen thing. That’d still be something different, though.”

Clockwork slid some french toast onto Danny’s plate and Danny immediately slathered it in maple syrup and butter. French toast was Danny’s favorite type of toast because you could make it smooth. All other kinds of toast he knew of could burn. Figuratively and literally.

“Anyway, I’ve been kind of wondering…”

“Yes?” prompted Clockwork, when Danny didn’t continue.

“I’ve been wondering, what’s going on that so many people, you know, want me?” He made a face. “I didn’t phrase that very well. There’s just, like, um… Okay. So, the Observants are important, right?”

“Moderately so.”

“Right. And Frostbite. Frostbite has to be important. He told me about a bunch of stuff his tribe takes care of and what else they do. Then, there’s Vlad and the Dairy King. Well, Vlad, mostly, I don’t know what the Dairy King’s status is in the Zone, but Vlad’s super rich, and his house was in the human world. Add that in to this Pandora… These people are important. Why are so many of them fighting over me?”

“Didn’t Vladimir and Chief Frostbite both tell you about your exploits defeating Pariah Dark?”

“Yeah, sort of, but that seems like it was mostly down to some enchanted armor or tech. And convincing other people to do stuff. Which, I don’t know, that sounds like something anyone could have done. In retrospect.” In the moment, when he’d been hearing the story, he’d been very proud of himself, but, once he’d sat down and thought about it, he’d… rethought that.

Clockwork gave him a look.

“What?”

“And Vladimir shared the story of your defeat of Vortex?”

“Sure.”

“Frostbite mentioned your victory over Undergrowth.”

“I don’t get where you’re going with this.”

Clockwork sighed.

“What?” asked Danny, aware he was whining.

“Don’t you think that these accomplishments are significant? Perhaps significant enough to draw the attention of, as you said, important people?”

“I guess,” said Danny. “Hey, was Vlad lying about knowing my parents, then? If he was interested in me for a different reason?”

“I cannot tell you that, Daniel,” said Clockwork, obviously exasperated.

“Not even a little? Not even with, like, a nod or a wink?”

“No,” said Clockwork.

Danny grumbled and turned his attention back to his breakfast.

When the light of the portal cleared from his eyes, Danny was unsurprised to find himself among tall, Greek-style pillars. The pillars weren’t the only tall things around, though. He craned his head up to look at the face of the tall, blue-skinned, four-armed ghost waiting for him on a large throne. She wore bronze and black armor over long robe-like clothing.

“Phantom,” she said, warmly, gesturing broadly with one of her hands. “Welcome to my home.”

“Thank you, um, Queen Pandora.”

She chuckled. “I know I mentioned that on those silly little papers the Observants had me fill out, but there’s no need for formality between us. Not when you have done me so much good.”

“Um. Okay,” said Danny. He looked around a bit more. He knew that there was a specific name for those columns and the carvings on the walls, but he couldn’t, for the half-life of him, remember. He returned his gaze to Pandora. “What did I do?”

“You helped me regain my box when it was stolen from me.”

“Was it a special box?” asked Danny. He decided to fly up to perch on one of the large statues, so he didn’t have to lean back so far. “If it was that important to you.”

“It was,” said Pandora. “I have set myself the task of cleansing the Infinite Realms of evil. My box is my latest prison for evil creatures and forces. The one who took it attempted to release those things upon both the Realms and the Earth.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “That sounds hard. Cleansing the Realms of evil. How do you even tell if something is evil?” He bit his lower lip. “You don’t have any people in there, do you?”

Pandora laughed. “No, I am well aware of those pitfalls. I speak of mindless spirits born from negative energies. They range from pests like snakes and ghost fires, to wyverns and unicorns, to even greater, darker things.”

“Unicorns?” asked Danny, skeptically.

“There are good unicorns as well, but I don’t have much to do with those.”

“And unicorns are dangerous?”

“They are large herbivores with a spear on their forehead.”

Danny guessed that did make sense. “And I helped you catch them again?”

Pandora nodded. “Some might say that you were only following your Obsession, but as I set myself my task in pursuit of my own Obsession, why should that prevent me from showing my gratitude? Indeed, a ghost’s Obsession reveals much about their character. Should a ghost not be rewarded for what they are and what they have chosen to be?”

Danny nodded and assayed a question. “What’s an Obsession?”

Pandora, who had, until then, been lounging, sat up straight, her red eyes wide. “Pardon?”

Danny cleared his throat. “What’s an Obsession?”

“So,” said Danny, shifting slightly to get his body better aligned on the Greek-style couch he’d somehow wound up on, “an Obsession is, like, the purpose of your life– Um. Afterlife.”

Pandora nodded. “Mine is the battle against evil, the exaltation of the good. We never spoke explicitly of yours, but I must assume it was something similar. Did no one speak to you of this beforehand?”

“No.” Danny felt the need to pout. “Not even Clockwork.”

“What an incredible oversight,” said Pandora. She shook her head. “And no one has been giving you any outlet for your Obsession? Any way to pursue your purpose?”

Danny shook his head again. “I didn’t know I had a purpose.”

“Leaving it for so long… Well, it will not kill you, obviously, but it will leave you feeling awfully unfulfilled.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, thinking back over the last few weeks. “Yeah, I guess I could feel that, maybe.” He hadn’t felt that way the whole time, but looking back… “I’m not sure how I can defeat evil or whatever while I’m doing this, though. It’s kind of designed so that I don’t run into any evil, isn’t it?”“Perhaps so, but there is more than one way to follow one’s purpose, including by honing yourself for it,” said Pandora. She stood up from her own couch, setting aside her wine cup and platter of food. “Come, young warrior. Allow me to show you how I battle evil.”

#danny phantom #fic #phic phight

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444rockstargf · 8 months

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I dunno if your requests are closed but hear me out

Danny/gabe or Charlie being edged so long but accidentally has a ruined orgasm?

Maybe dacryphilia,begging,(degrading????)

I don’t know I just want to see them completely ruined and crying because they couldn’t feel their orgasm after a long period of time :(

i love this sm. and i haven't written for charlie in a hot minute.

"pretty when i cry." | charlie walker

pretty when you cry. - lana del rey

( @roryculkinluvr posted smth very similar to this. check them out!! )

dom!reader x sub!charlie

contents: stalking, masturbation, ruined orgasm, use of vibrator, degradation (just a little), crying, begging, blowjob, cum eating

not proofread.

charlie walker was a lot of things, but quiet surely wasnt one of them. you could hear the sound of him rustling in the bushes as soon as you started undressing. his soft moans and whimpers that you could tell he was trying to keep at a low volume pierced through your ears as he started to touch himself at the sight of you.

but you decided to just let him have it. you undressed slowly, taking your time to show him every part of your body. you got a little closer to the window as you heard his noises getting louder. the way his whimpers got more high-pitched was a giveaway he was getting closer to his orgasm.

you made sure to time the exact moment he was about to cum. as soon as his voice gave the signal, you stuck your head out the window, making him freeze like a deer in headlights. you smiled as you made eye contact with him. "such a naughty boy, charlie..." his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

you see his exposed cock, swollen and dripping with precum. he was painfully close to his orgasm, but now it had been completely ruined. you pouted with fake pity. "oh, poor boy was so close to cumming, hm?" you said. charlie nodded, ashamed. even though something inside of you wanted to punish him for being so needy, another part of you wanted to give him what he wanted.

"why dont you come inside? then i can help you with... that." charlie smiled as he made his way into your bedroom. he looked around like this was a completely new sight for him, even though he had watched you through that window a thousand times.

charlie shifted slightly as he saw a pair of your underwear laying on your bed, feeling his boner returning. he slipped the underwear into his pocket while your back was turned. they would be perfect for his jerkoff sessions. you turned around, holding something in your hand. "get on the bed, char." he didnt hesitate to follow your order.

you set the item to the side and sat down beside him, your hand trailing down his body. charlie couldn't breathe as he felt you touching him. he found himself getting dizzy when ever you walked past him in the halls, or made eye contact for a fraction of a second, so this was taking him to a new level.

you moved your hand down to his throbbing bulge, making his breath get caught in his throat. you were going to help him get off. his fantasy of so many years was finally going to come true. "get those pants off for me, charlie." you whispered.

his hands were shaking as he moved them to his fly, unzipping it quickly. his cock was partially out of his boxers after having tried to put it back in when you'd caught him. it sprung out, the tip angry and red, like it was about to burst. you picked up the vibrator that you had set to the side, switching it on.

you pressed it onto the tip of his cock, making him whimper as precum leaked from it once again. you ran it up and down his length, making his whole body shake. he never wouldve thought that you of all people would be willing to do something like this for him.

you had to admit, you were enjoying yourself too. you like seeing him squirm every time the toy reached the tip again. you liked how red his face got when you gently massaged his balls. it was taking all of charlie's willpower to not cum all over you at that second.

he started bucking his hips into the toy as he body started to heat up. you increased the vibrators power, trying to get a reaction out of him. he bit his lip as he let out a muffled whimper. he had never felt anything like this before. it felt so much better than just his hand doing all the work.

"m-mh... im gonna cum... i-is that ok..?" he asked between groans and whimpers. you nodded, but noticed that the vibrations were going down. charlie noticed to, and he tried to move against it as he desperately tried to chase his orgasm, but it was no use. the vibrator died at the worst time.

charlie's eyes welled with tears as his orgasm had been denied for the second time. "n-no... i was so close..!" you tossed the toy to the side. you looked at charlie as tears started streaming down his red cheeks. it was the most pathetic thing that you'd ever seen. but you kind of liked it.

"p-please..! you cant stop now... im so close, j-just please let me cum..." he whined as a little smirk crept onto your face. "wow. youre even more pathetic than i thought, aren't you?" charlie tried to wipe away his tears, but they just kept on coming.

you felt a slight sense of pity for him, so you got down on your knees in between his legs, looking up at him. you took his swollen cock in your hands, bringing the tip to your mouth. you started swirling your tongue around the tip, making charlie's mind run mad at the sight and the feeling.

the lowered your head onto it, taking the entire thing into your mouth. his moans were so high-pitched and whiny that you just wanted to keep on teasing him, but you knew that the poor boy had had enough. you deepthroated in entire cock, humming a little to send vibrations down his body.

"c-can i cum now..? p-please, i need it..!" you nodded at his request, bobbing your head up and down even faster. he threw his head back as his orgasm came pouring out of him. he emptied out all his load int you mouth, and it was a lot more than you had anticipated for.

you pulled you mouth off of his cock, swallowing all of his cum. charlie looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on the planet, which you were in his eyes. "t-thank you. thank you so much." he said as he zipped his softening cock back into his pants.

you nodded, a little smile on your face. "anytime, char." he stood up from the bed, preparing to leave, but you cleared your throat and put your hand out. he sighed before taking your underwear out of his pocket and handing it back to you.

author's note: i havent written for charlie in a while, so this was a very nice refresher. and requests and still open, so keep them coming :))

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #scream franchise #scre4m #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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bettyfrommars · 1 year

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I'm on Fire

biker!Eddie x fem!reader Part 2.5 🚨18+Only, smut, angst, sex with someone other than reader, penetrative sex (protected), maybe also fuckboy!eddie? But he doesn’t want to be. 90's music & nostalgia, insomnia, smoking, mention of cheating (not on reader), Eddie is having a hard time, but I promise it will get better.

wc: 1.7k

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🔸To the handful of cherished readers on this ride with me: this is a 2.5, a little bitty part, because I posted Part 2 yesterday early and realized I wanted to add more. Chapter 3 will be done by this weekend xoxo

ALSO, the Erika mentioned in this chapter will be introduced more later, but it's NOT Erica Sinclair, my god I would never.

This was not the night Eddie had in mind for a first time hanging out with you. There was admittedly a long list of regrets in his life thus far, but deciding to invite you to the Hideout of all places was now up there somewhere at the top. That dive never used to be like that. Back when he was a teenager, it wasn’t so rough or so full of angry burnouts ready to rage. The only drunks who used to frequent it were sad and polite, and almost half dead.

You handed him and Steve a few tissues from the front seat because Steve’s nose was dripping blood and Eddie’s lip was split. Neither one of them felt a thing, though, not in that moment---the adrenaline was still pumping hot.

Eddie didn’t say much for the rest of the drive, except to ask Katie to take them back to Munson’s Garage so they could take a truck over and pick up their bikes once the chaos died down.

This whole connection he thought maybe the two of you had was not a good idea. For fucks sake, you had been a hair away from getting a secondary blow from the brawl---he couldn’t handle the thought, it made him sick to his stomach. He got the feeling that you were bothered by his silence on the ride back, but there was nothing he could do about it at that point: he was shutting down. He was hammering nails in the boards over the windows inside of him where people (you) could peak in. It was a survival technique he’d been forced to learn when he was a kid.

Katie reminded him that she was Danny Clayton’s older sister, and he had been one of his old D&D buddies—reminding him of a time in his life that he missed. He barely had time to practice his guitar these days, let alone fuck around as Dungeon Master in a role-playing game.

In a haze, he remembered thanking you, but then you said something else to him as he was bent over lighting a smoke, headed toward the garage, and he just kept walking, pretending not to hear you. Once he shut the door, he regretted it with a curse, and went back out to see if he could catch you, but there was nothing but brake lights in the distance.

“You wanna talk about it?” Steve asked Eddie once they were in the transport truck on the way back to the Hideout.

Eddie had a cigarette pinched between his lips and he looked offended. “What is there to talk about?”

“Listen, man,” Steve adjusted his vest and sat back in the passenger seat. “You might not want to give me credit for knowing you as well as I do, but I can tell when you’re slipping over into the dark side.”

Nothing but silence from Eddie.

“You like that girl, or what?” Steve kept talking, because much like you, he wanted the old Eddie back.

“What’s not to like?” Eddie responded under his breath, flicking his cigarette out the window. “I’m sure I’ll never see her again. It’s for the best.”

“Oh, I doubt that man---look what I got,” and then Steve stuck his tongue out and held up the Wrigley’s gum wrapper with Katie’s phone number on it. “You said they’re roommates right?”

Eddie looked over at the number, and then he looked up at Steve’s excited face, and he shook his head, but there was the glimmer of a smile there.

After they brought the bikes back, Steve took off to take care of some family stuff, and Eddie sat on the old couch up in his apartment above the garage, staring out the window with nothing but snow static on the TV. He’d been watching the Dave Attell show Insomniac with a frozen bag of peas on his punching hand, but it ended, and now he was in his head again, a place that he dreaded lately. He knew he wouldn’t get more than 2 or 3 hours of sleep again that night, he could feel it in his bones, and it didn’t matter how exhausted he was.

So, in order to keep himself from thinking about you, he called up one of his faithful booty calls: her name was Erika.

She’d been a long time groupie of his band and she had a kink for guys on motorcycles. He always treated her good and made her cum, but he never let her sleep over.

He never let anyone sleep over.

And he was always gone by daybreak if he happened to pass out in someone else’s bed.

He had this way of going out of his body, so to speak, when he had intercourse with these women he didn’t love. It was like he hollowed himself out and became someone else. He became exactly what they all wanted; this dominant force who choked them a little and fucked them rough and made them beg for more.

That night, with Erika, he kept thinking of you, and it made him stop a few times to blink and catch his breath. “What’s wrong, baby?” She’d ask, just as she was on all fours and his cock was inside of her, the condom straining at the size of his girth.

He shook his head and kept going, but at one point, he was doing her missionary, and in the dark of the room, with his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against hers—he could pretend it really was you.

He went slow, he kissed your face, your eyelids, and down your neck. He imagined that it was you with your hands in his hair, telling him how good it felt, how close you were to cumming. That it was your voice that said, “don’t stop, baby, you feel so good,” and he kissed your mouth, tongues searching deep, as he buried himself inside you with a strangled cry. He imagined that he didn’t have the condom on and you wanted him like that; to pour his seed into you and make you his.

He trembled as his orgasm overtook him, and he came so hard that time, he worried that he forgot to put the condom on.

When it was over and he opened his eyes, all of his intrusive thoughts came rushing back and the light behind his eyes was all but snuffed out.

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“That was amazing!” You shouted at Katie, rubbing her shoulder, thanking her for the stealthy getaway while Cryin’ by Aerosmith played on the radio.

You turned around in your seat to say something to the guys, and then immediately started pulling tissues out of the Kleenex box in the middle console.

“Aw shucks, it’s just a flesh wound,” Steve joked, quoting Monty Python as he gargled blood in his throat.

Eddie was directly behind you, and when you twisted your body to hand him some tissues, he took them and looked down, not wanting to meet your eyes.

“Well, that was...intense,” Katie said from behind the wheel, slowing down for a stop light after checking in the rear view mirror to make sure there were no cops behind her.

“Just another day for us,” Steve chuckled, and then he pulled up close behind her seat to compliment her getaway. Katie didn’t say anything back, but you could see her blush. Katie had been a bit of a wild child back in her day, but adulthood had changed her, as it did most people.

From behind you, Eddie mumbled, “god, I hate this town.”

For the most part, Eddie was abnormally quiet in the back seat, and so you tried cracking some jokes, but Steve was the only one who engaged with you.

“Who was that guy?” You asked Steve, because you couldn’t bear the silence.

“Just some douche bag,” Steve responded, a piece of tissue stuffed up one nostril. “I accidentally had an affair with his wife almost a decade ago, and I guess he never forgot about it.”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. “How does something like that happen accidentally?”

“Well, for one,” Steve sat forward in his seat and clamped one hand on the back of Katie’s chair. “She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. And two, I’m not sure I would’ve cared at the time, even if she had.”

That response elicited a bit of a scoff-chuckle from Eddie.

Munson’s Garage wasn’t too far from where you’d just been, and Steve jumped out to open the security gate before climbing back into his seat.

As the car idled in front of the main entrance to the building, white exhaust filling up the darkness, you heard Eddie get out, and then you waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He shut the door, and then you felt him hover there.

He leaned down into your open window, his head to the side and his hair hanging down. He met your eyes for a flash, but then he was trying to hand you something, and you opened your fingers so he could press something cool and tiny into your palm. “Hey, I’m really sorry about tonight. I think you dropped this the other day.”

You were too busy watching his face, the curve of his lips, the dark moon of his cuticles from residual grease stains, but when you realized he had just slipped you your missing earring, it caught you by surprise.

You could barely get out the words “wait...thank you,” before he turned on his heel and slipped a smoke between his lips, head down as he pulled his keys out to unlock the door.

“It was good to see you,” you called after him, but he was already inside the building and the door shut with a thud and a clack behind him.

Steve had been over at Katie’s window talking to her, but once he straitened up and came around to your side, he looked confused. “Where the fuck is Eddie? Did he go inside already?”

You didn’t answer him, you just waved goodbye as you rolled your window up.

“See you around, girls!” Steve called out from the center of the driveway, holding the hand in the air that had the gum wrapper number in it.

“Boys,” Katie said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she exited the complex and turned to head home. “They’ll be the death of me.”

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Part 3

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #90s au #the 90s #eddie munson series

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Phantom of Gotham 11

Chapter 10

After lunch, the four boys parted ways and Danny found himself in his room. He checked his Tucker Approved phone for the four hundredth time since arriving in Gotham to find a spam of messages. Situating himself on his bed he clicked the messages open to read. All of them were from Tucker, in what looked like an info dump of updates on Amity.

Danny frowned, not really liking what he reads. According to Tucker, his parents really were working with the GIW and Jazz had scoped out that they had already started inventing some questionable things. One was a tracking device of sorts, which sent a shiver down Danny’s spine at the implications of that. They were fairly certain that Danny was still safe in Gotham for the time being, given they didn’t think the range of it would go as far as Gotham from Amity.

Tucker reported that while everyone else in Amity was still going about business as normal, Valarie, Sam, Tuker, and Jazz had picked up slack on ghost hunting. There were not a lot of ghosts coming to Amity, especially now that Phantom was MIA, so there wasn’t a lot of work to be done. Mostly, it took more effort to keep the Fentons distracted.

On a sidenote, Sam had a run in with Vlad because of her millionaire parents, and concluded that the old man had something planned. None of them could figure out what, but they seemed to be more worried about the GIW and the Fentons to think about Vlad’s friutloopy plans. Either way, Sam and Valarie were keeping an eye out. Speaking of Valarie, apparently she joined the team because she was worried about Danny going missing. Tucker and Sam had given her the barest amount of information and in turn got her to help them wrangle the ghosts in Phantom’s absence. He was quick to reassure Danny that Val didn’t know about him being a halfa, but Danny trusted Tucker with his life. Even if Tucker had told her, he knew it would have been for a good reason.

Sighing, he typed out an acknowledgement and signed off, hoping they were doing okay without him. His core pulsed anxiously at his feelings for his friends and sister. It felt wrong to have them deal with all of this without him. Danny couldn’t help but feel responsible for dragging them into this mess. But, he couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings of pride and affection that his friends were so capable at handling this. That they cared about him.

Danny laid on his bed for a while before getting bored. He couldn’t fall asleep, so he figured he might as well find someone to bother. His core thrived on being around people, and protecting them. Out of everyone in the manor, Danny figured someone might have some free time, or needed some cheering up from being stuck inside all day. Though, looking out the window he could tell the blizzard had died down. All that was left were the heaps of snow and icy trails. It looked pretty, the thought absently. Maybe he could help Alfred with something. The elderly man was probably not enjoying the cold.

Fighting the urge to smother the old man in blankets, he turned the corner and almost bumped into the manor’s smallest resident. “Oh- Damian, hey, want to play in the snow?” Danny asked,”Looks like the blizzard stopped.”

Damian wrinkled his nose, glancing out the window. “I do not require a babysitter, Folson. Playing in the snow is for children.”

“I dunno, we could have a snowball fight?” Danny offered. “You could bring your dog. Tim said you had a dog, right? Dogs love snow. Probably.”

“Fine,”Damian sighed. “Titus has been upset at being cooped up in the manor, and I am under the impression that you will freeze out there without proper supervision.”

“Awesome!” Danny exclaimed, bouncing on his toes.”Lets go, I wanna meet Titus.”

“You won’t be going out in that,”Damian scowled at Danny’s t-shirt and socks. “Follow me, you can use Drake’s winter gear.”

Danny and his core were too excited to play in the snow to complain about having to put on warmer clothes. Not that they’d really help against the cold, since he’d be fine no matter what, but if it made Damian feel better he’d do it.

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Damian sighed exasperatedly. After Danny cajoled him and Titus into going out into the snow-filled backyard of the manor, Danny and Titus had not stopped jumping and running through the snow. The smaller teen watched from his position as Danny raced Titus through the snow, only they had to trudge through what was probably a good foot and a half of snow so it wasn’t very fast. Damian scowled that Danny and Titus had gotten along so well. Usually Titus took a bit longer for strangers to warm up to.

Suddenly, the two miscreants raced towards Damian as he looked on with mild annoyance, until about ten feet in front of Damian Danny had dove into the snow in front of him. Pushing down amusement, Damian took a step forwards, realizing that Danny had in fact doven under the snow to confuse Titus. The greyhound was nosing around where Danny had disappeared, and Damian was about to call him over when a voice rang out behind him.

“You gonna join us?” Damian hid a jolt of surprise that Danny had not only snuck up on him, but also apparently traveled ten feet under the snow to behind Damian without him noticing. He whirled around to face the other boy who had snow clinging to his clothes and hair despite Damian’s efforts to get him into Tim’s winter gear. His eyes wandered from Titus to Danny before he elected to ignore it.

Danny’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and Damian gave him a look. “Join you in what?” Damian asked sarcastically,”You two have just been running around in the snow for the past ten minutes.”

Danny nodded,”True. I think I just missed my dog a lot. Titus reminds me of him, and we used to go running around the park a lot. But we can make a snowman if you want?”

Damian perked up at the mention of animals. “You have a dog? Who is taking care of him while you are here?”

“Ah, he’s not really my dog?” Danny said sheepishly, running a hand behind his neck. “He’s kind of a stray dog that likes to stick around sometimes. I play with him when I can but couldn’t keep him, you know?”

Damian nodded sagely. “I understand. It took me a while to convince Father to adopt TItus. What kind of dog?”

“I have no idea,” Danny smiled, reminiscing about his kind of big and small friend. He continued talking, but started packing the snow around him into a pile.”But his name is Cujo and he’s super sweet, but not very obedient. He looks kind of like a bulldog? I’m not really sure, but I think you’d like him.”

“I’m sure we’d get along,”Damian agreed. He definitely got along with animals more than people. Part of him was glad Danny had a dog, because that meant the teen understood a bit of where Damian was coming from. “Now can we go back inside now?”

“What? No way, we’ve only been out here for like five minutes,”Danny complained, flopping into the snow, despite the disapproving look on Damian’s face. “Besides, I just got started on my snow-batman.”

Damian scowled at the lump of snow in between them. “If you’re trying to make Batman, you’ll need more snow. He is taller than that.”

“It would be faster if you helped me,”Danny pouted, reminding Damian of Grayson,”You know Batman better than I do.”

“Fine,”Damian relented, despite the cold irritating his exposed skin. He knelt down to pack the snow in better, and before he knew it, they were making a life-sized Batman snowman.

“He’s perfect,” Danny said smugly, hands on his hips. Looking over the snowman that towered over the two of them, Damian could admit he felt a bit of pride at how they managed to make a snowman that perfectly encapsulated the dark knight.

“How are you not cold?” Damian scowled, looking to Danny’s uncovered fingers. He’d taken his gloves off to make the bat ears because they needed a ‘delicate touch’, and hadn’t put them back on. Even Titus had retreated back into the house for warmth. “Do you have some anti-cold meta-human ability?”

“Um,”Danny started, caught off guard. He shifted in the snow, debating food a moment while Damian stared at him with narrowed eyes. Damian wasn’t exactly trying to pry, but he wanted to know if his siblings’ theories were correct, or if Danny would be a threat. Granted, Damian thought it was difficult to view the boy as a threat after watching him fail at making snow-bat-man’s ears twenty eight times. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Damian raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. They kept eye contact before Danny slumped in defeat, looking a little bit wary.

“Okay, I’m not really a meta, but I can like, create ice and snow and stuff,”Danny said, looking back up to the mansion as if someone were watching them. Damian however, knew along with the rest of his siblings that Danny had some type of meta abilities, but was preening internally at being the first one trusted with the secret. Danny lifted his hand, and Damian watched as a few snowflakes forms to circle the air before floating to the ground “So the cold doesn’t bother me, and I’ve never lost a snowball fight. But I can’t do anything big, and I didn’t cause the blizzard, so please don’t tell anyone?”

Damian wrinkled his nose. “I would not betray your secret. However, I doubt ice powers are your only abilities.”

Danny bit his lower lip, and Damian was about to say that he didn’t need to say what they were even if he was curious, when Danny smirked. “I may have cheated at arm wrestling.”

Caught off guard by his answer, Damian huffed out a laugh. He cleared his throat, continuing with,”Super strength then? What about speed or healing?”

“Nah, not speed but I think I heal a little bit faster than normal,”Danny said, starting on another snowman. Damian guessed it might be Robin, and deduced that it would be embarrassing to have only a Batman and Robin snow sculpture out in the lawn where everyone could see it.

“Despite your abilities, I highly doubt you’d be able to win at a snowball fight against me,”Damian redirected. He kicked at the newly formed pile of snow when Danny wasn’t looking just to ensure it’s doom.

Danny’s eyes lit up, and his hesitant smile turned bright. “Oh, you’re on!”

If Damian and Danny were smiling like idiots as they pelted eachother with snowballs and hid behind snow fortresses, then no one knew but them and the cameras Alfred would review later and then show to Bruce. Both adults would ignore how Danny seemed to create snow-sculptures in minutes.

Hours later, Alfred came outside to fetch the two boys, only to come across an entire snow-army of replicas of the Bat family, as well as a few other heroes. On either side of the yard were two different versions of a castle, with little piles of snowballs on each side of the fortress. Alfred raised a brow at having spotted Damian first as he threw a snowball to hit the small snow Robin at a perfect angle to topple the entire thing. From the other snow-barricade castle, Alfred heard a noise of distress.

“How could you Damian?!” Danny cried out at his fallen brethren.

“He is an abomination and deserved death,”Damian called back, only for Danny to appear out of the barricade with a snowball in each hand.

“I’ll avenge you Snobin!” Danny exclaimed, using his snowballs to hit what Alfred thought was a snow-Titus on Damian’s side.

“Sn- don’t call it that!” Damian demanded,”How dare you kill snow-Titus?!”

“There’s like four Snitus’s over there! He sacrificed himself for the greater good,”Danny called.

“You are not allowed to give my Snow-Titus names!” Damain yelled back, throwing more snowballs to topple Danny’s army.

“Not Snow-wing too!”Danny cried, and Alfred decided to intervene before all the snow people met their end.

“Boys! Won’t you come inside to warm up before dinner?” Alfred called, mustache twitching in amusement as both boys halted what they were doing to stare at Alfred, only for a snowball to smack Danny in the face while he was distracted.

“Coming!” Damian called, running gracefully up to the manor. Danny on the other hand, squawked in protest and stumbled after the younger teen.

As they both passed the butler, he couldn’t help but hope Danny would become a permanent member of the family if he got along with Damian so quickly.

Chapter 12

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raaorqtpbpdy · 4 months

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Thermodynamic Panic

This is my Truce gift for @evilfarmin using the prompt:

Danny gets stuck in the thermos (he is NOT happy about this)

You can also read it on AO3

[Warnings for confined spaces and anxiety]

Contrary to certain people's claims, Danny was not a klutz. He may have a lifetime ban from handling fragile school equipment, but that was not an accurate reflection of how clumsy he was. That had been months ago, and out of his hands (literally, which had kind of been the problem), and he had much better control now.

No, Danny wasn't a klutz.

So what if he was currently stuck in the Fenton thermos after accidentally knocking it off his desk so it hit the floor capture-button-first? That meant nothing.

...

Ancients it was cramped in here. It was a good thing Danny wasn't claustrophobic.

This wasn't the first time he'd been trapped inside the thermos, although it was the first time he'd accidentally trapped himself. At least the last time this had happened, he'd been able to blame Jazz.

Now, she was klutzy. Compared to her, Danny was as graceful as a ballerina.

A ballerina who was currently trapped inside a soup thermos, starting to feel bad for all the other ghosts he'd captured in this thing.

Man, there was one time he'd caught a good twenty or thirty ghosts in here before releasing him into the Zone. He really should empty it more often than he did. He was probably lucky that there weren't ghosts already trapped inside when he bungled himself into this mess.

Not bungled, he didn't bungle things. It wasn't his fault—whether or not the thermos had allegedly been sitting halfway off his desk at the time because his desk was such a mess at the moment that there wasn't enough space for it.

Yeah, this one was on gravity.

When he got out of this, he swore, he was going to be more considerate, not trap so many ghosts all at once, and release them more quickly.

Right now, though, he had to figure out how to get himself released from here.

He couldn't really communicate with anyone while he was inside the thermos, and since the thermos was on his bedroom floor the odds of it being picked up were slim to none. No one in his family went into his room without permission, and Sam and Tucker weren't likely to just come over and barge in either. Even if they did, Danny had no way of knowing what was going on outside anyway.

At this moment, his entire world consisted of the inside of this thermos. Pitch dark, cramped beyond belief, and reeking of old ectoplasm.

Come to think of it, Danny was pretty sure he'd never washed this thing before. When he got out of here, that was going to change. It was disgusting.

He wondered if the Fenton Thermos was dishwasher safe.

It probably was, right? He'd dropped it in a pool once and it was fine, so the casing had to be water tight, and he couldn't think of a reason why heat would be a problem, since it was made of treated steel and not cheap plastic. Wait, would putting it through the dishwasher wash off the ecto-protective coating? Would it still be able to keep ghosts in?

He should ask his mom. She would know... probably.

Then again, he'd never seen his parents clean any of their equipment either. Was carelessness genetic, or was it just not designed to be cleaned? That couldn't be sanitary.

...

Ugh, this was so boring.

Even if he could ignore the tight-squeeze, the darkness, and the smell, the boredom would soon overwhelm him.

Maybe if he kept his desk cleaner this wouldn't have happened.

Yeah, like that was gonna happen. Those empty chip bags and soda cans lived there. It was more their desk than his at this point. He couldn't just evict them because of his own selfish desires.

Danny squirmed, trying to get into an even slightly more comfortable position. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was going to be possible.

Annnnd... now his arm was starting to fall asleep.

Being trapped in the Fenton Thermos sucked eggs.

Oh, eggs.... His stomach growled. Skipping breakfast was a bad idea.

He hoped that someone would find him soon. He didn't even care if it was burglars breaking into his room or something. Hell, he would take Dash. He just wanted out of this damned thermos. Being stuck in here was way worse than being shoved in a locker.

...

How long had it been?

Hours? Days?

Did time pass the same on the inside of the thermos as it did on the outside?

Wow, he must really be bored if he was contemplating the relative passage of time. He wasn't exactly a time kinda guy. Time was immutable, and none of his concern. He didn't like thinking about the past or the future. And anyone could attest that he didn't do a lot of thinking in the present either.

Danny was much more taken with space. Not just outer space, but linear movement and location, too.... Mostly outer space, though.

Being stuck in one place, without even the room to stretch his legs was agony.

He just wanted a little bit of space.

Wait. If someone moved him... would he know? Would he even be able to tell from inside the thermos?

What if someone saw the thermos and brought it down to his parents' lab? That was where Fenton tech was supposed to go most of the time, after all. Someone might see the thermos and assume it was in the wrong place, that Danny wasn't supposed to have it in his room at all.

Then, when his parents saw the thermos in their lab, they might hit the release button. And then Danny would be standing there in full Phantom form, right in front of his parents, in their lab, surrounded by their entire ghost hunting arsenal, and he'd be done for.

So maybe he did care who found him... just a little.

He hoped maybe Sam and Tucker would show up.

They'd definitely make fun of him for trapping himself in the first place, but he could deal with a little ribbing if it meant being found by people he trusted.

If Jazz found him, he'd be in for a long, annoying lecture about mindfulness and being more careful with technology that could cause him trouble. That would be a lot worse than being teased by his friends, but honestly, he would take that too.

He just wanted out of the frying pan, hopefully not by way of the fire. Well, out of some kind of camping supply anyway, a thermos maybe, for example. Just spitballing here.

Suddenly, the pressure eased, and he was standing on his feet in the middle of his room. Across from him stood his sister, thermos in hand.

"Jazz!" he cheered. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you! Do have any idea how long I was trapped in there? What day is it?"

"Calm down, Danny" Jazz said, rolling her eyes. "You were only in there for about five minutes. Don't be so melodramatic.

"... Oh."

"I heard a thunk from your room, and came up here when you didn't respond to me asking if everything was okay," she explained. "Then I saw the thermos on the floor and figured out what must've happened. If you'd had to go fight a ghost, you would've brought it with you.

"You know you really should be more careful with technology like this," she continued, her face growing stern. Here came the lecture. "You could end up getting in some real trouble with it. If I hadn't heard it fall, who knows how long you could have been stuck in there."

Danny groaned. He knew this was going to happen.

"Don't you groan, this is important! Are you listening to me?"

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sage-green-matcha · 9 months

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MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 6🍷🥀🔪

"And I wake with your memory over me. That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: you being depressed! that's all

PT. 1 of Maroon I PT. 2 of Maroon I PT. 3 of Maroon |

PT. 4 of Maroon | PT. 5 of Maroon |

You looked up, Danny Running into the police station with exhaustion on his face. "I came as fast as I could" "did you?" Tara questioned. He had become a suspect, not seeing him all day and now suddenly he appears, it was weird ."Guys, I'm scared" Mindy, who was always strong was scared, so the rest of you were horrified.

"I really don't wanna get hurt again" she mumbled. You took her hand into yours, placing your head on her shoulder. "Neither do I" Chads voice was shaky, cold, scared. The battle between the group and ghost Face was more than exhausting. You felt your will to live drain with every person you saw get hurt.

"I don't want you getting hurt again either, Chad" he rested his head on his twins shoulder, a soft "I know" escaping his lips. Sams was emotionless, eyes looking down as she thought, hard. "So what do we do now?" You sighed, Chads question going unanswered. None of you knew what to do, there was nothing you could do to make this stop. It was a never ending game and you weren't ready for the next level.

"Maybe he gets to win this time" Sam bit back on her lip, all of you looking up at her. "He wants to punish me, me. So maybe i let him" She stood up, defeat all over her face. "I'll just give myself up" she sniffed, shaking her head. You all looked at her with concern. "If this is what I have to do, to keep you safe. It's worth it" "No? We're not doing this, Sam. Alright? You loved back to Woodsboro to protect me, every singe day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive If it weren't for you" the three of you nodded, agreeing with Tara.

"You have to let us protect you this time" tears welled in her eyes, Sam shaking her head. "Yes, Sam...we're a Team? Remember?" You felt Mindy stand up, letting go of your hand. "Actually, we're a family" Chad smiled as he dragged you up, clapping. "Let's go! Fantastic 5! Come on" chad smiled at all of you, his face filling back with his classic smile.

"Fantastic five..yea okay" you felt bad for Danny, being excluded from the group. "It's an us thing" Chad added. "He's gonna keep coming after us" tears fell onto her cheeks, wiping them away with the sleeve of her jacket. "Isn't there somewhere safe we can just hol up in?" You almost forgot Quinn was still here, her presence not missed. "He's just gonna keep finding us" you answered, a sigh escaping her lips. "Great.."

"We could use that though..." you looked up at the group. "He keeps finding us, right? So what if we just go into a secure location and kill him...I mean it makes sense, we could use it to our advantage" the light bulb in your brain flickered with ideas. "Call Bailey" Tara grabbed her Phone, calling His Number.

"You want me to do what?" You could hear his confusion from over the phone, Tara going over the plan again. "And then what..?" You gulped, biting your lip with nerves. "We execute him" you waited for a response, scared that he wasn't gonna agree. "Are you gonna help us?" The silence was nerve wrecking. "Let's kill the son of a bitch" weight lifted off your shoulder, Chad patting you on the back.

"Now, I'm stuck here but Gale gave us the Key cards to the theater., It's got heavy surveillance and security cameras but we can use that against him. I'll tell Kirby to meet you there and I'll meet you kids as soon as i can" "Got it" you smiled, your plan already in action. "And remember, travel in public. The more people around you the less chance he has to take a shot at you before you get there" you chewed on the inside of your cheek, playing with the blood stained bracelets on your wrist.

"We should get going then" Quinn mumbled. "You guys really think this is gonna work?" You questioned your plan, everyone nodding. "Well it better, it's not like we have any better ideas" the walk to the Station was painful, crowds all over the streets of New York. Everyone was in costumes, what a fun way to spend your Halloween night.

"This plan feels junky" Quinn added, walking down the heavily crowded stairs. "You don't have to come if you don't want to" Tara spat. "So we just peel off and then the killer kills us off one by one? Yea, I think I'm good" "let's just get to the theater" you shook your head.

You followed Sam, taking a hold of her hand as she pushed inside the train. Chad and Tara followed behind. "Where's Mindy?" You furrowed your eyebrows, standing on your tiptoes to try and find her.

"Hey, Mindy! Mindy!" You watched as Chad tried to pull her in, blocked off by a stranger. "Fuck!" She banged against the door, a groan escaping your lips. "Well, we're fucked" you smiled awkwardly. "She's with Quinn right?" Sam asked. "Yea, great...shes alone with one of our suspects" chad mumbled.

"Shit..." you all looked at what Chad was looking at. Two masked figures mixed into the crowd. It was like a haunted house packed into a train, the masks varying from ghost face to jigsaw. "How many stops do we have?" Tara asked, Sam looking at the map. "Ten..." you all looked at each other again, heads shaking as you pulled out your phone. You opened Mindys text, reading it out loud. "Great, I'm stuck with gf. I'll meet you guys there" well, this plan is going really well!" You exaggerated. You began to question why you even brought up the idea. But it's not like anyone had anything better. It also just made the most sense.

The train made a stop, Scooting yourself back as you saw a ghost face mask walk towards your group. "Guys.." Cute boy stood in front of all of you, your paranoid states calming down as the mask man walked out of the train.

"Finally, come on let's go" You all walked out of the train station, Kirby waiting as you exited. "Hey, I talked to Bailey, we've got everything set up...where are Mindy and Quinn?" "They're 5 minutes behind us" you filled her in, walking into the dark alley to get into the theater. "Not you, Dan. Don't trust anyone...remember? We don't know you" it was safer if he didn't come, if he was ghost face than fuck, but if he wasn't it would be safer if he wasn't involved at all.

Your heart raced as you entered, looking around the familiar space. "I cleared the whole place before you got here, so this is the only way to get in it out. We've turned it into a kill box" "and...the weapons?" She pointed down to her belt. "One gun, and I hold onto it" Sam gave her a stare. "I'm the only one with a badge here, so that's the way it's gonna be, we're safe here"

"I'll check in with Mindy, see if they're close" sam and Tara took off their jackets. You tied Ethan's tightly around your waist, checking for the knife in your pocket. You started carrying one since Woodsboro, you knew it would come in handy.

You decided to wait upstairs by yourself, probably not the best idea but you knew you'd be safe. Chad and Tara wandered off, Sam in your eyesight as she stood on the stage.

You heard her phone ring, running up to the balcony before rushing down the stairs. "Sam" she turned, her eyes squinting as she took the call. "Get out of there Sam, you're not safe" You looked down at the phone in confusion, Bailey on the other line. "I heard from the Atlanta field office, they said agent Reeds has been on a downward spiral since the Woodsboro murders last year" "What is he talking about?" She shrugged, turning up the volume on her phone.

"They fired Kirby two months ago for being mentally unstable" You gave Sam a look, the both of you putting the pieces together. "She's no longer with the FBI" Your eyes widened before you ran towards the door. "No! Sam, it's locked, remember?" She tried to wiggle the door open, stopping as the lights shut off. "Where'd you get that knife?" "My dad's box.." she pulled your closer, holding the weapon out in front of her.

Your heart jumped as you heard a noise, a voice. Coming from the projector. There was a video playing on the ripped-up screen, no idea how it got down. "Oh...shit" it was a girl getting stabbed, murdered by someone in a ghost face mask. The two of you watched in horror, no words as the film continued to play.

"Could you put that thing down?" You asked and she shook her head. You heard a loud scream, glass breaking as you and Sam rushed towards the others. You swung open the door, scared as Tara screamed in pain. "Come on! Come on! Go, go" you panted as you ran, helping Tara stay up. "It's Kirby! She's the killer!" "No shit!" Chad ran towards the door. "That's locked!" You screamed, "She made this whole theater a kill box" you added, walking down.

"Hey! What about that? There's an Exit door! Maybe it leads to the roof or something?” You pointed, everyone, looking down at the ladder. "There's only one way to find out, come on let's go" "Baileys on his way by the-" You jumped back, Ghost Face waving his awful knife in front of you. “God, we’re fucked”

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Keep Your Enemies Closer

A little Tech Hunter AU oneshot I wrote for DP Angstfest 2023! I based this off of @kinglazrus' AU fic for the @dpauzine in which Tucker is the Red Hunter. It's been stuck in my brain ever since, so I couldn't resist writing her AU for this event!

[ao3]

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Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

That's what people always said, anyway. It's what actors spouted in Hollywood blockbusters as their characters sipped their old fashioned in the dimly lit bar. It's what people typed in their chat logs online, thinking of themselves as high and mighty, very cool, not to be messed with, while they cracked open their fifth serving-sized bag of Doritos that day.

But this wasn't a Hollywood blockbuster. It wasn't Tucker talking up himself to random usernames online.

As he looked at Danny, who was animatedly chatting to Sam about some recently released video game that Tucker couldn’t pretend to care about anymore, he knew that this wasn't just a cool verse. It was real, at least to him.

“The final boss was way too easy,” Sam was saying. “It's like the devs weren't even trying.”

“I beat it in like five seconds flat,” Danny agreed.

“Yeah, because you exploited the armor glitch,” Sam said. “If you played the game like it was supposed to be played, the final boss would have taken at least a little longer.”

Danny tsked his tongue. “It’s not my fault that I’m obviously just one step ahead of the devs. And you, actually.”

“Come on,” Sam laughed, catching onto the mood. “Stop messing with me.”

Danny grinned back at her, his fangs poking out over his lips. “Samantha Manson, when have I ever messed with you?”

Tucker ducked his head before his face could show. Though, each day that passed seemed to allow that quiet mask to slip over his face far more easily than the day before. And he wasn't even talking about the little yellow mask that lived under his skin.

He remembered the day he'd pieced it all together. The day all the lies, all the little breadcrumb clues, suddenly snapped into place.

He'd been home, as usual, watching videos of the rapidly increasing ghost attacks targeting the city. And of course, at the epicenter of it all was Phantom.

Danny fucking Phantom.

He remembered Danny calling him, his face popping up on Tucker’s home screen, and Tucker pausing the video and holding up his phone to see the two faces side by side. The same smile, the same freckles, the same jaw and haircut and they were the same.

He couldn’t believe it. But…it made sense. And maybe that was the worst part because it meant that his friend, his best friend, was dead. And worse, he’d turned into a monster.

But when? When had he died? Was it that “accident” that he sometimes referenced? The day he’d gotten hurt by some of his parents’ equipment?

It didn’t matter. Because now, he was Phantom. But how was he Phantom? The ghost that Tucker loathed. The ghost that Tucker had long since blamed for turning their safe city into a fucking warzone.

How did his best friend turn into…that? Was death really so horrible that it completely changed a person?

Or was this always inside Danny, deep down in the recess of his subconscious? So deep, so hidden, that Tucker had never noticed till now.

Some people saw Phantom as a hero, and he seemed to revel in it. His cockiness was overflowing, and he took great pride in arriving at every scene precisely when the new ghost of the week would show up. He'd throw a few puns, assure the crowd that, “Don't worry, citizens! I've got this!”, and then he'd beat the ghost up, suck them in his thermos, and would disappear until the next attack.

Phantom had fooled many of the masses. But despite what Dash's stupid nicknames would suggest, Tucker was no sucker. Even if everyone else had their heads up their ass, he didn't.

Tucker didn’t do anything at first. Maybe he’d just been in too deep of a denial. After all, who wanted to pin the destruction of their city on their fucking best friend?

But then, he started paying attention. To Danny, the “human,” more. All his little quirks, his habits. The way he seemed to jump when Sam casually put a hand on his shoulder (he’d never used to do that), the way his teeth started to sharpen (humans don’t have fangs), the way his eyes would spark green sometimes (it wasn’t a trick of the light), or how he’d always disappear right before a ghost attack (almost like he knew they were coming).

But Tucker stayed silent. Because if Danny was Phantom, then Danny was dangerous. Who knew what Phantom would do if Tucker revealed that he knew? No, it was better to stay docile, not rock the boat, not put his life at risk. Just play it cool.

That plan only worked for so long.

The breaking point wasn’t an explosion of flashy lights so much as it was a seed, planted, but not yet even watered. It was Tucker booting up his virtual computer and opening Tor after school like any other day.

The usual usernames were chatting in his group. People working on their various projects, coming to the chat room for tips or just talking about whatever other topic was on their mind. This was typical—welcome, even—after the confusing mess that had been Tucker’s every other waking moment as of late.

And then the conversation took a turn.

To Phantom.

Sporksmith: I haven't wrapped my head around whether Phantom is a good guy or not. ChaseK: It's sus that as soon as the ghosts started showing up, so did he. Sporksmith: That's what I'm thinking, but the guy takes so many beatings a week. I feel like it's more likely that he's crawling out of the same dimensional holes that they are because the dude has family here or something. Mole: That's probably it. He uses modern slang, so it's pretty obvious he died recently.

This wasn’t the first time they’d talked about Phantom. He was a fascinating subject and under much national scrutiny. But this time, Tucker finally stepped in.

GoldenFryer: You guys don't know what you're talking about. ChaseK: You know something then? GoldenFryer: Yeah, I have some inside info. Can't say much, but Phantom isn't who he seems. He's dangerous. Sporksmith: You sound like a guy who's got something up his sleeve.

He hadn't, at that point. But still, it needled his mind. He was closest to Phantom, wasn't he? Even if Danny himself didn't know. Of everyone, wasn't it Tucker’s responsibility to do something about this?

To set the soul of his dead best friend free?

GoldenFryer: Not yet, but maybe I should.

Of course, he couldn't do it by himself, but there was someone who could help. Someone with money, power, and a vocal hatred for ghostly invaders.

“Tucker Foley,” Vladimir Masters said, opening his door. His hair was pulled back in his signature ponytail, and he wore a gaudy green Packers bathrobe. “You’re awake early on a Saturday for a teenager. My, where's your other half?”

“No Danny today. Just me,” he said, keeping his tone casual despite the sudden anxiety spike in his gut.

Vlad grinned and stepped aside, sweeping his arm over the now open doorway. “Excellent, why don't you come in?”

Tucker followed the gesture and stepped through the door, trying to ignore the guilt that was clawing at him. Danny always talked about how much he hated Vlad, and how creepy the guy was. And while Tucker agreed that Vlad was more than a little slimy, Vlad was a businessman, and more importantly, a billionaire. Being slimy kinda came with the territory.

And besides, Vlad had only moved into the town a year ago, after Danny had already turned into Phantom. So, it wasn't Danny who hated Vlad, not really.

“Come, make yourself comfortable. You're a bit too young for me to offer you a drink, but maybe some water, perhaps?”

“I'm fine,” Tucker said. His voice echoed around the empty house.

“Then sit.” Vlad pulled out a seat at the bar. “I just brewed myself a pot of tea. Maybe you'd care for some of that?”

“No thanks,” Tucker said, his voice jilted as he forcefully remembered his manners. Even if it was Phantom who hated Vlad, Tucker wasn't too keen on being behind closed doors with the man any longer than necessary either.

Vlad paid him no mind, of course, and poured his tea into a fancy china cup. He brought the cup up to his nose, sniffed, and then smiled, setting it down on a small plate on the counter and settling into a seat for himself. “So,” he started, clasping his hands together. “What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you on this fine day?”

Tucker blew a breath out, trying to expel the mounting anxiety in his system. “Okay, I realize what I'm about to say sounds absolutely insane. I get that, but I just need you to let me explain.”

That slimy smirk was back on Vlad's lips. “Oh? Do tell.”

“Okay.” Tucker wrung his hands in his lap. “Okay, just—just hear me out. Trust me, nobody wants to say this less than me.”

“But of course, my dear boy.”

Tucker exhaled one last time and then began. “So, I know who Phantom is. You know, the ghost? I—he's disguising himself as a teenager, and I know who it is.”

“Oh, really? My, that doesn't sound good.”

“It's not.” Tucker closed his eyes, covering his forehead with his hand. “It's the worst, really. Because the person that Phantom is pretending to be—and I know, I know, just let me explain—but it's Danny. Danny Fenton.”

Tucker peeked through his hand to see the smile on Vlad's lips widen.

“Daniel Fenton, my godson, you mean?” Vlad said. “That's quite the accusation.”

“I know it is. Trust me,” Tucker said. “But—okay, so basically, I think what happened was that Danny was in some sort of lab accident, and it killed him. He talks about it sometimes, but he doesn't give any details. But I'm pretty sure that was it. Because only like a month after that happened, all the ghosts started appearing. And Phantom too. I—uh, here. Hang on, let me show you...” Tucker leaned over and pulled his tablet from his backpack. He opened it and went to his files, opening a pdf of his comparison photos. He handed the tablet to Vlad, saying, “This is them side by side in different positions. You can really see it there, when the photos are lined up like this. They look exactly the same. But that's not all! Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Vlad said, swiping through the pdf.

“Look, I don't really know how to explain it, but Danny's just...he's different now. He disappears before ghosts attack, he comes back all beat and sometimes bloody. He's cold, way colder than normal, and sometimes I see him—when someone's annoying him or if he's pissed—where it's almost like...like he can't even contain his human form anymore. His eyes get green, and sometimes ectoplasm sparks in his palms. It's not human.”

“And you see this as...a problem?” Vlad looked up from the tablet. “If Daniel was Phantom?”

“Why wouldn't it be? Don't you have this whole initiative to get rid of ghosts?” Tucker argued.

If anything, that seemed to amuse Vlad more. He set the tablet down and said, “But of course, I wasn't insinuating anything. I merely just acknowledge that Daniel is your best friend and that most of you youths enjoy Phantom's presence in this city.”

“Only the blind ones do. I know better. Phantom is bringing the ghosts into this town. Mr. Masters, you know how all ghosts have Obsessions?”

“Yes, I am aware.”

“Well, Phantom’s Obsession is being a hero, right? What's more heroic than setting up a bunch of ghost fights to 'save' people from?”

Vlad's smile was almost impossibly wide now. “Yes, I understand.”

Something was amusing to that billionaire creep, but Tucker hardly had time to figure out what before Vlad was up out of his seat, pacing around his kitchen.

“You see, I already know all this. You understand, I'm the one funding this city's anti-ghost initiative. And I also know that young Daniel is Phantom.”

Tucker's jaw dropped. “You do?”

“But of course, I do!” Vlad pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped on it for a minute before passing it off to Tucker. In an encrypted app that Tucker didn't recognize was a video.

“Well, go on,” Vlad said.

Tucker pressed play on the video to see a dimly lit alley with Phantom standing at the end of it. He glanced around, and then white rings appeared, passing over his body. A white T-shirt and jeans replaced a black suit, and black hair replaced white hair.

The rings disappeared, and the person that remained was none other than Danny Fenton.

Tucker blinked, and his head snapped out of the memory. His eyes refocused, and Danny Fenton sat in front of him, still talking to Sam, his posture still far too easygoing for someone who wasn't even human.

His human form was impressively detailed. His unruly black hair, dash of freckles on his cheeks, blue eyes, and pointed nose—all signature traits of Danny. He had gotten it almost perfect.

Almost.

It made Tucker's blood boil, and he struggled to push it down, keep it in check. Ghosts could feel intense emotions.

The calm mask slipped over him once more, and Tucker was empty. Just empty.

Just how, when he stared into Danny's eyes, he could see that same emptiness too. There was no humanity left. No, that'd died almost two years ago now. All that remained was a ghost.

He wanted his friend back. But that was impossible. The only thing that he could do now was wipe all ghosts out so no one ever suffered the way Tucker was right now.

He was a hacker, so once he got the tech, programming it was a piece of cake. Okay, so maybe it was a little bit harder than that, but he was nothing if not determined.

And he was nothing if not a damn good programmer.

And now he had the power to fix this, end the ghostly invasion in Amity, end Phantom's terrorizing reign, and set his former friend free.

“What do you think, Tuck?” Danny turned to face Tucker.

“Huh?” Tucker grunted, his elbow nearly slipping from his desk. “Sorry, what are we talking about?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Jeez, you really have been spacey today. Sleep well last night?”

No, he hadn't, actually. Because Phantom had set up another attack at 2 a.m. and so Tucker had to intervene.

Danny was wearing long sleeves today. Good. It meant that Tucker's shot really had nailed his bicep.

“No, sorry,” Tucker chuckled. “Was rushing to get Lancer's essay done. I can't work on it this weekend; my cousins are coming to town.”

“Again?” Sam asked.

No, they weren't. Tucker hadn't seen his cousins since Christmas.

“Yeah, my aunt and my mom are in this whole midlife crisis thing right now. Want to make sure we all bond properly or something.” Tucker waved his hand haphazardly. “You know how moms are.”

That was the perfect trigger for Sam, who huffed expectantly. “Oh yeah, don't even get me started. My mom is still trying to make me bond with Kate. Kate's two years older than me and was the head of her cheer team. Like, hello? You can only imagine what her playlists are like.”

“You should blast some death metal next time,” Danny said.

“Trust me, I have. It's the only way to get her to shut up.”

“Must not be death enough.” Danny flashed his teeth in a mischievous smile. “I’m sure I can help put together a playlist if you want.”

That cocky motherfucker…

Did he enjoy gloating over everyone? Did he really laugh at them when he was alone, all the stupid, idiotic, airhead humans who he thought didn’t notice anything?

Squashing his emotions was suddenly too difficult, and just before the internal tea kettle was able to whistle, Tucker was saved by the bell.

Oh, thank god.

Tucker was out of his seat before anyone else, scooping his notebook from his desk, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and racing out the door before Sam or Danny could catch up.

Still, when against his better conscience he glanced over to his friends, he didn’t miss the subtle look Danny gave him or the green glint in the corner of his eye…

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

If only it was easy.

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madneedshelp · 1 year

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Smoke - Jake Kiszka x FReader

pic : sophiechoosestheroad instagram

Summary: Jake wants to try something new for a show, and who better to help him out than you?

Warnings: some adult language, implied sex

Note: This is purely inspired by all the eyeliner pics because I am an absolute whore for men in eyeliner. Sorry it’s a bit short, I just had to get something out because these pictures are my whole train of thought right now.

“Babe! Can you come in here for a sec?”

Your head snaps up at the frantic call for you coming from your boyfriend.

“Coming!” You hurry out of your seat backstage and head for Jake’s dressing room.

The pounding of your heart instantly calms once you see inside. He sounded purely panicked a second ago and you were expecting something awful. You thought maybe he’d hurt himself or ruined his stage clothes, but no. This was nothing of the sort.

Jake had eyeliner messily smeared all over his fear-widened eyes.

“It won’t come off.” He whispered, tissues in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Hey, it’s not funny, sweetheart. I’m serious, this shit is on there good.”

“It’s a little funny.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Give me one minute.”

Thankfully, Josh was getting his rhinestones done and their makeup artist always had plenty of remover on her. You popped over, acquired some makeup remover, and make it back to your worried boyfriend in seconds flat. You sat him down and immediately got to work.

“Here, look up and try not to move or blink, if you can.” You murmured as you began to gently wipe off the eyeliner.

“Thank you, baby. I really appreciate it.” He began to visibly relax as you worked.

“Of course. And you weren’t kidding, this stuff really is stuck on there. I’ve just about got it all, though.” As you wiped away the last of the eyeliner, another question came to mind. “What inspired all this anyway, Jakey?”

His cheeks flushed slightly. “I don’t know…I guess everyone else has been doing something lately. Sammy did some rhinestones, so does Josh, and Danny does too. I just thought maybe I’d use some of this.” He paused for a moment, and you were truly shocked to see him this bashful. “Do you think people would like it?”

You swore you could feel your heart melting a little bit. “Well, even though what matters most is that you like it, I think everyone would love it.”

“Would you help me do it right this time?”

The question came so suddenly, and it was a bit of a rarity. Jake didn’t usually ask you for help, he didn’t really ask anyone for help. It definitely wasn’t his strong suit. That’s how you could tell this meant a lot to him.

“Are you sure you want me to do it? I think Josh is almost done, I could go get-” You were cut off before you could finish.

“No, I want you to do it, baby. I’m sure.” He leaned up to plant a kiss on your lips.

The kiss left a smile on your lips as you nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it. You’re really twisting my leg here, Jacob.”

While he didn’t like to ask for help and was relentlessly stubborn at times, he was following instructions incredibly well. You told him not to move, and he was practically a statue. While you did your own eyeliner at times, doing it on other people was trickier, but you could tell he was doing his best to make it easy for you.

You finished up by gliding the eyeliner pencil over his bottom waterline one more time and then stepped back to admire your handy work.

“How is it?” He looked up at you with excited brown eyes.

“Honest answer?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Always.”

“It’s hot as fuck, Jakey.”

He stood and went to go look in the mirror himself. He looked very pleased with the look and shot a glance back in your direction. “All thanks to my wonderful makeup artist.”

You stepped up behind him and wrapped your arms snugly around his waist. “No, it’s all you for sure. You look fantastic.”

His grin turned into more of a mischievous smirk. “You really like it that much?”

Now you were the one with flushed cheeks. Your boyfriend was attractive no matter what he was wearing, but something about the eyeliner…it was doing something for you.

“Yeah, it’s alright I guess...” You feigned nonchalance.

He turned and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Want to show me how much you like it?”

His words sent heat flooding through you, and you desperately wanted to oblige him, but a knock outside the door derailed your plans.

“Jake! Ten minutes to go, brother!” Sam called from the hall.

Jake cursed under his breath. “Sorry, love.”

“No worries. Duty calls, rockstar. We can always revisit this later.” You gave him one last kiss before he was off to grab his guitar and go out on stage.

And revisit it later you did. And when you revisited it, you made sure he left the eyeliner on.

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x you #jake greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #sam kiskza #danny wagner #jake kiszka eyeliner

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nicktremblaywayfu · 3 months

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Deputy on Duty (18+)

== MINORS DNI == SCROLL AWAY ==

Author Note: Back with my Danny bs hoowee

Summary: The monotone work of being Coyle’s deputy brought boredom to Danny. One day, he snuck out from his job and found a reagent to have fun with.

Pairing: Big Grunt x Reader

Characters: Big Grunt, Reader, Leland Coyle

Tags and Warning : Just a soft smut, nothing hardcore

Words : 2,290

Available on Ao3 as well

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“I had enough of you trying to sneak from your duty, boy. If I see you again neglecting your job like a lazy pig, I’ll make sure my stick leaves a mark that your skin will never recover! “ Coyle scolded the man in front of him who was twice his size.

“Yes, sir !” He answered lazily, swinging his axe to his shoulder and turning his body away. He used to be afraid of his boss, but as time went by he got desensitized with how loud Coyle could be. After all, he’s no taller than his chest, a little swing from his punch would send that scrawny man 5 feet away. But surely the Doctors wouldn’t be happy with that.

He remembered the first day he got promoted to be a deputy. Well, it's not like he was actually a part of the official law enforcer. But a job was still a job, being deputized was the best thing that could happen under Coyle’s leadership. The payment was enough, although he rarely used the money. The life in his current home was different. Back when he was a child, he could use the money he had to buy ice cream or a loaf of bread. There was no bread or ice cream now, but at least he could still buy some Baby Ruth Nougat for him to eat after lunch. In the early days of his job, he had a high spirit chasing the pinkos, capturing them for Coyle to punish, and guarding the police station. But he needed something different this time. Something..fun. Bashing his axe to the commies was no longer fun. He could crack open someone’s skull with a straight face, no longer amused like in the old days.

He sighed, looking around the police station to prevent him from losing his thought. Nothing was really interesting until he saw someone. Someone who was no taller than his elbows, struggling as she tried unlocking the electronic lock. He grinned, carefully sneaked behind, and kneeled.

That poor struggling reagent was no other than you. Sweat started to drip on your temple as your key stuck inside the lock. Your hands started to shake in nervousness, afraid that an ex-pop was nearby.

“Do you need help, little darlin’ ?” He let out a breath behind your neck, teasing you.

“Yeah, I think my key is stuck. Do you mind calling the guard and asking if they can-” As you turned around, your eyes widened in shock looking at what sat in front of you. His head was almost as big as your torso, with his hand fit the size of your face.

“What the fuck! “ You threw a bottle right in front of his face, which shocked him right away.

“That hurts !” He cried. As he cleaned off his face from the shards, you ran away and hid inside the dark room right next to the first gate. You hid inside a bin, hugging your leg while you heard his voice taunting you.

“Who’s that sneaking around my house ?” He hummed. He closed the door behind him, locking it. He searched for a lamp switch, turning it on for better lighting even though the lamp was dim.

As he leaned his axe onto the wall, he hummed again. “It seems my lunch is hiding somewhere”. Heavy voices echoed around the room. making you pray that he won’t find your hideaway.

“I can smell you.” As he sniffed around the room. “Hmmmm smells delicious.” Sweat began dripping as you heard heavy footsteps walking toward you.

“There you are !” You were screaming as he lifted you in the air with two hands. “Little darling.” He cooed.

Your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. He then gently put you onto the table, which caught you off guard. "Wh- what? What are you going to do ?"

"Let's have some fun."

"Fun? In this place? I- I uh, I'm in a hurry so sorry maybe next time !" You nervously got down from the table and tried to run to the door.

"Wait, come back !" He pulled you right before you could reach the door knob.

"Not going to hurt you." He pleaded as he pinned you onto the wall. Squirming from his grasp, you tried to escape even though the result was no avail.

"Let me go! I have nothing to give to you " You tried to bite his hand that holding your arm.

"Bad! No biting." He frowned. "I just want to play."

"The only game you can play right now is the 'leave me alone' game" You tried to kick his leg, but he didn't flinch.

"Stay! At least...for 5 minutes !"

"Why do you even want me to stay." You gave him a suspicious side-eye

"Let's have some fun !"

"What kind of fun, exactly ?"

"Fun...fun.." He furrowed his brows. He wanted to have fun, but what kind of fun? No toys were lying around in Coyle's little heaven. Unlike Gooseberry's place, where he could play with toy cars and crayons with a reagent (Although he had to tie them so they would stay). He scratched his hair in confusion and let you down. What kind of fun he could have in here?

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows. Having an idea struck his mind, he looked at you with shining eyes. "I know what fun !"

"Let's hope this is not some weird shit." As you were no longer in his grasp, you tried to put more distance from him.

"I saw Coyle doing it! I saw him having fun with a white-haired man yesterday. I saw him having fun with a bending mannequin as well. I also saw him having fun with himself."

Your mouth opened in surprise, with Coyle's name being mentioned you knew what "fun" he was talking about. It was your turn to be confused. You doubted he would accept "No" as an answer, but at the same time, you got an idea to make this trial easier.

"Fine. Let's make a deal." You folded your arms, slowly regaining your confidence. "We'll have...that fun. In return, you will protect me while I execute the Snitch. How about that?"

"But Coyle said we can't punish him"

"That man...is sly! Yes, that man is a sly fox, he deceived Coyle to protect him! He's a bad guy! " He nodded as he listened to your lies. You almost let your laugh slip. What a gullible man.

“When I execute that criminal, You will talk to Coyle that man is vile and he will hurt you. Understand ?”

“Yes, I understand !” He sounded so excited he almost softened your heart. You sighed, taking off your ESOP. Here goes nothing.

“You know how to do it right? I’m not gonna guide you like a first-timer.”

“I think I know..last time Coyle asked me to have fun together.”

Your face turned into shock instant. “He asked you what ?!”

“He said I did a great job.” He giggled in pride, while your jaw was on the floor.

“You know what? I’m not going to ask for any details on that. Let’s just start.” You shook your head in disbelief, taking off your tie, and your vest, then unbuttoning your shirt.

“What was your name by the way? I think this was a rare moment where I could talk to you without getting killed.” You look at the big man in front of you, just realizing that he was drooling from the sight of your chest.

He snapped back from his dirty thought. “You can call me Danny.”

“Cute name for a scary guy.” You just nodded. “Alright, go ahead boy.” Seconds after you tossed your shirt, he pinned you against the table.

“Hey, be gentle !”

“Sorry.”

He reached for your pants straight away.

“‘You in hurry, big man?”

“I want to see it all.” He was truly impatient.

He pulled down your pants, not giving you time to adjust. You were going bare naked in front of this stranger you just knew his name, of course, you would be at least a little embarrassed. Now, your underwear was the only thing covering your body. His hands cupped your breasts, caressing them lightly.

“So pretty.” He whispered.

You were surprised with his touch, you expected him to be rougher, knowing well his capability and strength. His fingers crept beneath your bra, playing with the nipples. You swallowed your spit, hoping you won't regret this deal. You finally unclasped your bra, giving him a full look at your torso. He bit his lip when he took in your breasts. He continued his finger’s movement, running across each one.

Then suddenly he stopped. Now he opened his mouth and lightly bit one of your breasts. You mewled, trying to hold on the table's edge. He was good at this. "Ah !" A noise came as he licked your nipple. His tongue felt rough, but still moving gently to you.

He made you impatient now. You pulled his hand, aiming for your aching pussy. "You know what to do, Dan." Danny hummed in agreement, pulling your underpants to the side to check on your folds. Wet and sticky, safe to go.

After your underpants were pulled down, he put two fingers inside your hole. You bit your lower lip as he rubbed and played your canal. Your moans echoed through the room. His long and big fingers moved up and down, causing your back arching in pleasure.

"I wonder what other noises you could make." And so he added his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it gently and pressing it repeatedly. Your whimper getting intense, from both pleasure and relief that after months of your libido being pressed, you could release it now.

His finger moved in rhythm, then he took a bite of your neck. The pain from the bleeding felt like nothing with the pleasure striking through your whole body. You were eager for more of him, yearning for the hard bulge begging to be let out inside his pants.

"More. I want more of you now !" You pulled his hair, emotions being mixed. A little bit of anger from raring lust, and also you wanted to finish the trial as quickly as possible. The guards would be suspicious if you spent the whole day in here.

"As you wish, little darlin' " He pulled out his fingers, then his pants. You sat on the table, wanting to look at his size. Oh, that was predicted but still surprising. Of course, he would be bigger than the average man.

"Do you mind.. if you bend over the table ?"

"Alright then"

You do as he said, gulping to prepare what will be put inside you. He positioned himself, slowly inserting the tip, then the shaft as you squirmed under his grasp on your waist. He was gentle like a feather, yet here you were sweating wet with pain and pleasure. You hold onto the table's edge, whining as he puts his cock inside you. At last, he reached the end of the canal. He started his pace slowly, slowly but steadily, He moved his hips, making a rhythm of experienced move.

"Oh god..." You couldn't say much, your mouth opened to let out shaky breaths and whimpers. Tears coming out with our chests huffed and puffed.

Danny was starting to get more eager, he picked a faster fast as your tight canal encouraged him even more. His other hand grasped onto your hair, then roughly pulled it. You scratched the table, as a sudden burst of pain struck your body from how rough he handled you. But you couldn't say no, you didn't want it to stop.

You're enjoying it.

He growled like a beast, hunching his body to put all of his part inside of you. You could hear his breath clearly, you could feel it as well behind your neck. You could feel the sensation spreading throughout your body, feeling your walls squeezing around him. You moaned loudly, as every single muscle in your body tensed in anticipation. You squeezed your ass together, wrapping his dick even more with the shaft against your clit.

He thrust harder inside you, pushing himself further, filling you completely. You screamed from the pleasure as he relentlessly pumped you.

"Yes..oh fuck! Keep going !" Your face reddened with sweat as he drained your stamina. You felt something in your stomach, feeling that you had come and drenched that Danny's cock.

His hair got more messy than before, sweating as well. He groaned loudly, feeling that he almost come. He pulled your hair tightly, pressing himself to spill all of his cum right inside of you. He took some breaths to regain his stamina, then finally pulled his cock. He chuckled, proud of his work seeing his seed dripping from your hole.

"You're a beast, big boy." You let out your breath, your body was still shaking from the moment.

"That was fun! We should do it again next time."

"Next time, yeah maybe." You wiped the cum that spilled on your tight, then put your clothes back.

"Remember, the deal." You reminded him as you put back your ESOP.

"Right, I will tell Coyle now." He took his axe and unlocked the door. "Wait, I almost forgot !" He put back his axe, grabbed your body, and lifted you, and before you say any word he kissed your lips passionately.

"I'm sorry I forgot to kiss you." He then gently puts you back down, leaving you in surprise. The kiss was actually unnecessary, but that didn't mean it wouldn't make you stand with a blushing red face like an idiot who suddenly fell in love.

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#outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #big grunt #big grunt outlast #big grunt x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #outlast fanfictions #smut #i miss writing #also request is open check masterlist #valentine letter is in progress #horror game #leland coyle #coyle #big grunt danny

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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When love and hate collide

Part two

Summary; What exactly happened in the woods between Eddie and yn?

The Hellfire boys are confused and curious to find out because since the woods saga, there has been a truce between the pair.

Until there isn't...

Yn can't stand Eddie but his eyes are so damn hypnotizing, Eddie can't stand her but he can't get enough of her perfectly kissable lips.

Like a moth to a flame, they can't stay away...

Warnings; Eddie being a little shit, jealousy, the Hellfire boys are confused, enemies to... enemies who fuck ;) slow burn 18+, minors dni

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This could very well be my first series on here so if that is something you want then please let me know and if you have any requests based on this story then send me an ask :)

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It had been a few days since what happened in the woods and still the Hellfire boys had no clue exactly what had happened to Eddie and yn.

It was a total mystery and what made things even more baffling is since last Friday Eddie and yn had been... quiet.

Nada, zip, zilch on the arguing front.

At first Lucas had thought that he had gone temporarily deaf because why else would Eddie and yn be silent all of a sudden.

It was unnerving, peaceful yes but still strange.

Then just as he was getting used to the peace and (tentatively discussed with the rest of Hellfire that maybe the weird feud between the two was over) the arguing started again.

So much for peace and quiet but still there was a sense of relief that everything was getting back to normal...

💞💞

Ignoring Eddie no matter how much it pained her to do so lasted for a fair few days because he seemed to be shunning her right-back.

It didn't last long though because whatever drew them together like magnets was inching them back together whether she liked it or not.

She squeezes her eyes shut as memories from last Friday are fresh in her mind. The way her and Eddie just seemed to fit together, how good he made her feel and the mindblowing orgasm that swept over the pair.

That tongue and his talented fingers... she thinks almost dreamily then huffs. Dammit she couldn't stand him yet he had made her come so good, made her feel things she has never felt.

She didn't like this one bit. Why couldnt it be Danny that made her feel like this? It would be so much easier if it was him that she liked.

It would be so much easier if she didn't want to rip Eddie's clothes off and ride him until he was moaning her name, kiss those tattoos or have him buried between the apex of her thighs.

Just her luck the one person she despised knew how to make her body experience pleasure she had only dreamed off.

💞

Meanwhile Eddie was stuck in the same dilemma. Now he knew how fucking incredible he felt being buried inside her, the taste of her that's all his mind could focus on.

Not that anything would happen again... he planned to stay far away from yn and not think about how mindblowing the sex was or the way she clenched around him.

Fuck... he was getting hard just thinking about her and he fucked his hand so many times yet still couldnt get her out of his head.

He should have known really that it would be impossible to stay away from her when they were like moths to a flame...

He tried entertaining Darcy Matthews, who should have been his type, she was into heavy metal, in a band, sarcastic and was friendly enough.

As much as he tried to engage with Darcy's flirting he couldnt because all he could think about was her.

Darcy gave up eventually and moved on to chatting to someone from band and he just could not bring himself to care.

In fact he was more furious that yn had this hold over him.

Then as if just thinking about her conjured her to appear, she was walking up to him, her eyes flashing furiously and then she all but tugged him into an abandoned classroom.

"What the fuck was that Munson?" he gazes at her fuming face and smirks. Shit. He forgot how much he missed winding her up.

"What sweetheart?" he asks innocent but has an idea what she means.

"Flirting with Darcy just to get a rise out of me! Dragging her into your fascination with making my life hell!"

Oh... now this was great he thinks deviously, she's jealous...

The thought pleases him more than it should and that stuns him for a minute until he is pulled back into the conversation by her little huffs of indignation.

"Aww princess, you jealous I noticed someone else?" he didn't-but it was fun to annoy her and the way her eyes flash furiously has him enjoying this very much.

"I am not jealous!" she shrieks and he grins.

"It's alright Princess. I won't tell anyone" her chest is heaving and she is glaring at him.

"You are the most infuriating man I've ever met do you know that Munson?" she moves closer to him and then grins, a wicked little smile that makes him wary.

What is she planning?

Nothing good from that little smirk he guesses and gulps. Shit...

"Guess I'll need to take up Danny's offer of a date, he isn't a pain in the ass like you"

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She doesn't know why she mentions Danny but she knows she wants to wipe that stupid, goofy smirk of his face and the minute she mentions him it's like magic.

Eddie's smile disappears, his eyes flash and he has her backed up against the wall.

"That's what you want huh? Some stupid butthead who fumbles around and can't make you come?" he scoffs and she cocks her head amused.

"Eddie. Oh, love don't tell me you're jealous" she slips out of his grasp but he pulls her back.

"Enough fucking games, both of us" he growls and his lips crash onto hers.

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"Dustin, Mike groans. We can't find Eddie again!"

Dustin peers up from painting the D&D figures for the campaign and sighs.

"Shit! not again" Mike nods and Lucas joins them.

"That's not the only thing, I only caught a glimpse of it but he was talking with yn again and they headed out of school together"

Dustin gulps then grows confused.

They were talking and not arguing. That was a first.

Mike contemplates this as well.

"Do you think we should go undercover and see what we can find out?" Dustin considers this and shakes his head.

"Better asking Gareth, he has the same classes as Eddie. Maybe he can find out what's up with him and why he's disappearing"

Whatever reason and why it was with yn was a mystery. Max who is passing by and hears their conversation rolls her eyes.

"Oh gee whatever could it be" she mutters and wonders how the three boys could be so blind to what was going on between Eddie and yn.

"What? Like you know any better Max?" Mike asks her annoyed and she shakes her head.

"You three are morons... Let's think why they might sneak off together maybe it's for some privacy...

Mike pauses as he considers this.

"Why would they need privacy?" Max gapes at him and sighs.

"Mike please tell me you aren't that clueless? How does El put up with you? It's so they can kiss or whatever" she doesn't want to think about the rest of it.

The three boys burst out laughing.

"That's a good one Max! Well done. You almost had me there" Lucas grins.

"That's... Ew no" Mike shakes his head.

"They can't stand each other" Dustin points out to Max who stares at them with a look of utter exasperation on her features.

They were hopeless. Idiots she thinks as she walks away and leaves them to their discussion.

She was absolutely certain she was right.

💖💖

He had to get back before the sheeples sent out a search party but he was too engrossed with the fact that yn was naked and on top of him to care much about anything.

His breath hitches as she leans down and kisses over his chest.

He knew sneaking away from his school with her and back to his trailer was a bit risky as anyone could see them but they got back to it without a sighting from anyone.

"I need to go soon Eddie and so do you, I have cheer practice, and your friends wi get suspicious if you miss a meeting"

He pouts but concedes, he'd happily spend all day buried balls deep inside her and hearing her gorgeous moans but she was right.

How can someone who drives him up the wall make him come harder than he's ever had in his life? He didn't understand it.

She drove him mad every single day but the sex was mindblowing, maybe it was all the pent-up tension that surrounded them or some shit like that?

Whatever it was and however much they annoyed the fuck out of each other he just couldn't stay away

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson smut

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pocketramblr · 5 months

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for the five ask game: how about an au where Izuku has a possession quirk? like Danny Phantom ghost style possession

I have consulted my DP expert friends on this so hopefully I get the idea right

1- Izuku's brand of possession means merging his body with the target's, so on the outside its them, and the inside is him- though the eyes go green. When this manifests, he possesses Katsuki. Katsuki is not a fan of this lack of control and makes it known he considers this villainous.

2- Izuku gets grabbed by sludgy and almost choked out, but activates his quirk and takes over sludgy instead. (This makes his body vanish.) Izuku panics and tries to figure out what to do, but then All Might shows up and he lets go of the possession as he's hit. He's a bit shaken, but fine and All Might checks him over after bottling sludgy. He picks up Izuku's notebook and skims through it.

"you want to be a hero?"

"i- yes- more than anything- can I with a quirk like mine, through?"

All Might signs the notebook as Izuku explains what his quirk can do, and says that he could be- a quirk doesn't define you, what you do with it does.

3- Izuku is happier than he's ever been, and trains to get into UA. Inko lets him practice his quirk on her if he cleans up while in her body, so she doesn't have to be there to do the chores, and it's good for practicing fine motor skills and looking at the world when shorter. Izuku also trains a bit himself, and is stronger by February, though nowhere near the American All Star plan.

4- meanwhile, Mirio turned down OfA. So did the rest of the big three. None of the first or second or third years seem right, and Toshi is invited to watch the entrance exam. Maybe a freshman next year will be it, and he can teach the next year if there is. He sees a familiar face in the test, as Izuku struggles to jump between people (can he take their points?? Will he even get any of his own??). He does a better job possessing people to pull them out of danger- and then Zero Pointer comes out. People flee. There's a girl, stuck. Izuku possesses Iida as he passes and runs to get to her. Then he lets go so the two can dig her out faster, apologizing as they do, them pushing them down out of the way and jumping back in Iida's body as they narrowly avoid the robot stepping on them. Toshinori thinks it's a grand rescue, and approves of the points he gets- and the fact that both the other children approached UA to make sure he would. But he'll be a hero on his own, he clearly doesn't need OfA. Maybe no one does now, with AfO dead.

5- Izuku has an extremely normal first month of school. Training, lessons, getting ready for the SF, which is so exciting, because All Might is apparently going to be there to give awards! Izuku works hard to get through the obstacle course, and is third place. His team works well together, the cavalry battle. But then Ojiro drops out, and warns him about Shinsou's similar quirk (Izuku wants to test so badly how they interact, but he reminds himself to try to beat him first) and then they're up, the first match in the last round. Midnight counts them off, three- two- one-

A warp gate opens in the middle of the field.

"Is that your quirk?" Shinsou asks.

Izuku shakes his head as two figures step through- and more gates open around the stadium.

"I got tired of waiting, Kurogiri." Shigaraki complains. "If All Might is supposed to give out awards, he's probably here now, right? Well if you aren't, I'd get here soon, Symbol of Peace. League of Villains, Nomu, attack!"

Izuku moves first, possessing Shigaraki as the Nomu advances on Midnight and Cementoss. "Nomu, stop!" He orders, and is surprised when it works.

"Oh, so that's your quirk." Shinsou says with new appreciation. "Hey, tell it to attack... Kurogiri, was it?"

"Can you hold him while I jump in others to stop them?" Izuku asks, and Shinsou nods.

In the stands, heroes and villains and nomu are already fighting. But the strongest nomu, built for All Might, sits quietly in the middle of the arena, next to it's brainwashed master and the broken warper, and that will make a difference for how the fight turns out.

#All Might: i change my mind this kid has to be the one #Shinsou: i also changed my mind i an here to make one (1) friend and it's him #Shigaraki: i changed my mind too‚ clearly there is one brat I'll hate more than All Might #Izuku: ah.#well at least he'll get plenty of internship offers!#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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Hello! I could I request a dark! Danny /Dan x reader smut? Thanks! (Maybe top! Danny n choking? Thanks!)

Have a nice day!

Hello! I am happy to let y'all know that I'm not dead! I'm just...slow (¤﹏¤) But, I'm here to deliver.

This...was a pretty interesting request, a challenge if you will .3.

You have a nice day as well!

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Dry humping, consensual choking, fingering

Words: 3.9k+

Bright, fluorescent lights buzz loudly above Dan. He isn’t sure what it was about it, except for the fact that they constantly sounded like they were trying to drill directly into his ears. There is a dull ache on the inside that seems stuck no matter what.

Dan wouldn’t have minded them if they weren’t so incessant. The hum is a sound that goes deeper than most. Invisible claws that reach into his head, it annoys him.

His muscles tense as a faint thump goes through him. Again, and again. It courses through his body, sparks that ignite a flame.

His little dilemma is forgotten as soon as he becomes aware of the thumps in his body. A rhythmic, pulsing beat that encourages him to move. The blast of music quickly drowns out the hum, overpowering in waves.

Lights flash, decorating the room in a myriad of different colours. Bodies appear and vanish in between. They come and go so quickly that the only distinction Dan observes is that they sway to the beat. Ineligible lyrics of a fast-paced pop song echo all around.

They keep coming to Dan, he can hear them clear as day despite the surrounding chaos. He weaves his way through the crowd, body twisting and turning as a snake would. Even though he can’t make out the words of the song, his mind is insistent of focusing on it.

Perhaps…just perhaps, he is reminded of you. Dan may not understand the words fully, par for the course; he finds familiarity in them. He can feel your loud and loose energy in them too.

Speaking of you, he can feel your presence as well. It’s faint, you aren’t in this room, but you haven’t left the club either. Dan can nearly make out a trail with the energy you exude, further away from him. Into the back rooms reserved for VIP for…privacy.

Dan grins widely with overwhelming energy that would send most running in the other direction. So, you are waiting for him, how perfect.

Dan inhales deeply, a tangy and slightly salty smell hits him. He doesn’t need to look to know what it is. This isn’t a nightclub for nothing. Neither are the numerous hands that are trying to reach out to him.

He pulls away to keep to himself, hunching down and arms tucked in to be as discrete as possible. Pushing his way through the dancing crowd, Dan’s physique alone is enough to keep people away, and easily moves with the wave of bodies swaying back and forth.

Now that he is more aware of the environment, the varying degrees of smells sink in deeper. It’s hot, thick, and literally oozing. Dan can almost taste it, he isn’t sure whether to be put off by it or grin at the audacity of it. It isn’t helping that he’s sure he saw more than a few flashes of nude bodies.

He swats away more hands that continually reach out to him. They’re numerous and seem to be coming from everywhere. Dan can’t tell whose hand belongs to whom, nor did many of them appear to be attached to a limb. Many spectres have the ability to stretch their bodies, so it’s a possibility.

Normally, Dan wouldn’t be so bothered by so many trying to have a go at him. He can’t exactly help be so good-looking. But not this night. He’s here for you and you only, since you invited him to spend a night with you.

Pushing forward, he forces his way through the crowd. Some break away to let him through lest they get knocked over. It’s a nauseating mass of lights and motion. Dan hardens his expression to focus, his eyes on the wall on the other side of the room.

The wall gradually gets taller and taller until it towers over him. Its intricate details stand out to him, deep grooves that tell a story. Dan inhales deeply, his chest lighter now that he was no longer caught in the momentum. Behind him, he can feel the sway of the crowd.

Right next to him, a doorway showcases a dark hallway that seems to stretch on and on. Incredibly dim, and it seemed as though no one was prowling amongst the darkness. Dan, however, grins in spite of that. He feels the lull of your energy, drawing him through the darkness.

Calm but eager, Dan steps through the doorway. Instantly it becomes quiet, a tingling sensation courses through his body. You are close, he can feel it, taste it even. In a quiet, dark VIP room with just the two of you…he licks his lips in anticipation. Briefly, his forked tongue flicks into the air, and he is hit with a burst of flavour.

Of you. It leaves a faint sting on his tongue, the taste of you crackles. So sweet and bitter, so energizing and draining.

Further and further down the hall. Scenarios are already making themselves known in Dan’s mind as he goes along. A warmth rushes through him, in his mind, your body pinned under him and the combination of warmth breaths and body heat is fulfilling. Dan’s ghost core thuds in excitement against his chest.

Dan is so far down that not even the barely audible beats of music distract him. It’s dark except for the faint hue of neon lighting. They shine down from signs on the doors that pass him. They are not numbered, but rather whether the room was occupied or not. Dan ignores most of them.

Your electrifying trail leads him to the last door at the end of the hall. Another burst of flavour hits Dan, so sweet. A tender sensation settles itself in his mouth, a drawn-out tang of something that might taste like you.

Dan comes to a halt; the door silently mocks him. He knows you’re just on the other side. He doesn’t exactly know what to expect, except maybe have a good time.

A hand rises up, considering knocking to announce his arrival. A few hollow thuds on solid wood would do. But knowing you, you’ll probably be more miffed than anything that Dan would announce himself in that manner.

With a playful shake of his head, Dan turns the knob and steps inside with flair, his hips swaying unknowingly to him. The door closes with a quiet thud before anyone can blink.

“You are late.” You stand there in the semi lit room, your form partially enshrouded by shadows.

It hides the fact that you are wearing the bare minimum of clothing. A see-through shirt just barely covers you, it frames your body nicely, and a giddiness vibrates through you.

“Can you really blame me?” Dan asks and folds his arms. “I’m simply too irresistible.”

He hasn’t taken notice that you’re barely covered. But soon enough he will, and you can just see the light shining in his eyes.

“So…fashionably late then?” You lean in closer, your hands fold behind your back. “You don’t have your cape.”

“I thought it wasn’t necessary,” Dan says and rubs his neck.

“Oh…and here I was thinking I could help you take it off,” you say in a fake dramatic voice.

Dan has a sly smile when you say that. One of his trademark expressions, so to speak. You know he has something up his sleeve.

“You still have the rest of me, don’t you?” Dan leans forward as he takes a step towards you.

“Well…when you put it like that…” You say slowly.

You pretend you’re thinking with your eyes averting in the other direction and put a finger on your chin to exude innocence. You pucker put your lips, because why not tempt Dan while you’re at it.

Quiet but heavy footsteps come closer and closer, until you become aware of a tall figure standing right in front of you. You inhale softly, and you can feel Dan’s ghostly aura coming off in waves. Overwhelming and so addicting. You inhale again, your chest puffs out.

A hand gently holds your chin and tilts your head up. Your eyes meet Dan’s bright red eyes, locking into a staring contest and daring the other to blink. Your body becomes still, you can feel Dan’s eyes looking over you. You try to fight off a grin that threatens to break out.

“Speaking of you…you seem to barely have anything on,” Dan says. His eyes outline your bare body under the singular shirt you have.

You shiver in delight and press your legs together.

“Help me take it off if you want to see it all,” you say smugly.

A hand holds the back of your head, fingers curl into your hair. The sharp nails dig into your skin, goosebumps travel down your back. A light tug tells you he’s holding you in place. Not that you minded, it was more fun that way. Your breath softly shudders.

The other hand lays itself on your chest. Flat and firm, but gentle. You tense up, a tingle goes through your body.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Dan says with a smile, his fangs visible.

The hand then slides down. Slowly trailing along the soft fabric, caressing every curve and crease. Dan takes care to watch your reactions with every touch, knowing which spots make you squirm has him grinning wider than ever.

His hand finds the hem of your shirt. The two of you briefly meet eyes before Dan looks back down. He imagines your nude, delectable body waiting for him just right under. He’s seen you nude before, of course, he can’t help but admire you every time.

For a moment, Dan’s fingers edge nearly between your legs. He can feel the heat radiate off of you, your body quivers in response to the near touch. He knows you have it bad for him, you desperately try to will away a blush that rises up on your face.

He pulls his fingers away. Not right now, but soon.

Dan grips your shirt tightly, swiftly, he pulls it off and tosses it to the side. A cool breeze comes over you, and you automatically hug yourself for warmth. It’s futile since, well, you no longer have any clothes on.

Dan’s eyes hungrily take in the sight of your bare body. He thinks it’s rather cute that you’re desperately trying to cover up, despite that you are no longer covered. It was…vulnerable, and enticing in a way. He remembers how soft your skin is, his hands tingle at the thought and a warm sensation juts through his body.

With a deep inhale to control himself, Dan leans close to you. Close enough that your noses touch, your eyes meet. You can’t help but stare into his deep red eyes, they have you in such a mesmerizing grip that you almost fail to notice that Dan has his hands on your sides.

You continue to stare until you are broken out of it when you feel yourself be lifted.

A blush burns on your face. The ticklish feeling of Dan’s hands on your skin, his nails barely touch the surface, has you squirming in delight.

Dan smirks up at you, his eyes have a glint in them. The fact that he sees you fully in the nude and is so casual about it forces a shaky breath out of you. You twist and press your legs together, tingling intensely all the meanwhile.

Holding you closer to him, Dan carefully rests his face on the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, taking in your scent. The back of his throat crackles lightly. After a moment or two, Dan exhales quietly.

“I’m getting rather warm. Help me?” Dan asks as he pulls away.

He tilts his head, exposing his suit’s collar. A flicker catches your eye at the top of it. You recognize it as a zipper.

Dan’s muscular chest heaves gently as you move your hands to undo the zipper. Your eyes continually flick up and then quickly back down again. You aren’t sure if you want Dan to catch you staring at him once he’s naked.

Though Dan is holding you firmly, you wrap your legs around his waist for extra security. That also means your groin is pressed up against him, whether you meant to or not.

“Hm…feeling bold, are we?” Dan asks teasingly.

His grip tightens around you. You tense up, still with embarrassment. You try to press your legs together again, instead you breathe a little heavily. Your breaths come out in small huffs as you refocus yourself.

Your fingers shake and fumble with the zipper, trying to ignore the electric sensation down below. You silently bemoan why you get so flustered.

Your fingers eventually steady themselves enough to hold the zipper and pull it. The familiar zip goes through your ears as the black of Dan’s suit splits open, exposing his chest. All the way down to his waist, where the zipper stops at the belt.

Dan’s top falls open, revealing his immense physique under it. You can feel his muscles twitch, considering that your body is pressed up against his bare torso. Realization dawns over you. Heat rushes through you. Your chest pounds, it gives the feeling of jumping up to your throat.

Dan begins walking, seemingly oblivious to your plight. You weakly hold on to him, too flustered to look up. Barely even a couple seconds later, you find your back pressed against a soft surface. Dan looms over you, arms outstretched.

You take a moment to look around. You recognize the bedding, you sink into its soft sheets, content. You only rented the room for a night, but the beds are the absolute best.

The bed shakes as Dan climbs onto it, his form towers over you. All you can do is stare at him as he moves to take off the top of his suit entirely. Your eyes curiously fixate on the way Dan twists and stretches his body.

Tossing away the article of clothing, Dan bends back down over you. You feel yourself shrink as his eyes seem to pin you down. Blood pumps through you as you shiver. You’re jittery and shuffle around, you move your legs to get more comfortable. You spread them to the sides so that they partially tangle with Dan’s legs.

You know very well what that means, and Dan can obviously see it. Slow, heavy breaths escape you, idly wondering what he plans to do with you.

Seeing as you spread your legs, Dan invites himself closer to you. He carefully takes hold of your thighs and, keeping them apart, presses his body against yours. You arch your body as pleasurable jolts go through you. Warmth crawls up your body as you focus on the sensation of Dan’s bulge rubbing up against you.

Dan has grin that this is pleasing you. His eyes peer down with curiosity. He makes a small sound of delight, pulls his body away for a moment, and pushes himself against you again.

Then again, and again.

Your muscles clench hotly with every thrust. Your voice quivers in pitch, from low and husky moans to squeaky sounding gasps. Not once does your mouth close, you refuse to ruin this moment. It was an utter relief to let all those gasps and pants loose.

Your body jerks with Dan’s motions. The heat in your body turns into a warm cluster of nerves. You feel like Dan is hitting every inch of your body and more. It’s not something you can explain, just a deep, primal rush of excitement.

The room becomes ineligible to you, Dan is your only focus. He has a smile that grows wider and wider the more he humps you.

Hands reflexively clench the bedsheets, you press yourself into them to absorb the jolts from the thrusts. Your legs bend at an angle, weakly quivering. A pulsating sensation courses through you; your blood pounds in parallel.

Dan leans in close. “You’re making this too easy.”

Your head snaps up to pin him with a hard stare. Your chest thumps as you glare at him through your blush and heat. Your breaths are oddly in sync with the pulsating, it gives you a warm rush of energy. It seeps deep into you, you inhale deeply to take it all in.

Your breath quickens, the blood thunders up through your chest and into your throat. Your mind is stuck on the fact that you feel the rush of adrenaline in your throat. And your throat desperately closes up to calm it, only to feel the rush again as soon as it relaxes. In doses, so to speak, making you more and more excited.

You ease yourself back down, your eyes still fixate on Dan. “Choke me.”

Dan stops abruptly. His eyes widen a bit and surprise passes over his face. Any momentum the two of you had is gone. Silence follows your words for several seconds.

“Do you trust me?” Dan asks slowly, his grip on your thighs loosen.

“If I didn’t, you would have knocked,” you respond while you crane your head.

There is only a quiet grunt of agreement from Dan. He looks down at you, slightly apprehensive, as it indicates by the hardness of his jaw. He’s curious too, he knows you just opened the possibility of him hurting you. Your neck itches and you swallow deeply.

“Choke and fuck,” you say out loud. You twist your body a little, the familiar pulsating sensation starts up again.

“Come again?” Dan inquires, he raises a brow.

“You heard me, it sounds a lot more exciting, doesn’t it?” You grin up at him, a dull thud beats your chest.

A wide smile with exposed fangs says it all. Dan kneels over you; his lower half rubs against you, and his gaze keenly watches every little twitch and flex. Pleasurable tingles travel up his spine, his ghost core accelerates, and a low groan comes out of him.

“Choke and fuck…sounds like it could work,” Dan chuckles quietly, his grin none too friendly. “You know the word?”

You nod haphazardly, your voice caught in your throat. It’s dry, and it constricts, you focus on it more than anything else. Your mouth quivers, expelling shaky breaths.

Dan keeps his eyes on you as he moves one of his hands downward, snaking in between your legs. Positioning two of his fingers, he gently eases them onto your sensitive flesh and begins circling. Your pelvis sharply thrusts upwards, a deep-seated sensation shoots through you. Your body heaves in response, shivering.

As he works away at stimulating you, Dan’s other hand makes way for your neck. His fingers carefully close around your neck, the nails barely graze you. Your chest pounds with that innate fear. You try to control it with shaky breaths by letting your throat expel them. Instead, a buzzing, numb sensation takes over your body.

You feel two of Dan’s fingers on either side of your jaw, right under your ears. It’s a strange feeling, it seems as though he has all control of you. Your skin is tender to the touch. Blood pounds through your jugulars, it fills your throat with a nothingness, and at the same time it constricts.

Dan feels you tense up under his touch. A warmth enshrouds his fingers, a dampness settles. He grins widely, Dan straightens his fingers before curling them. Soft and wet flesh touches his palm. He starts rubbing again in hopes of making you more wet.

You gasp softly, your muscles twitch, and you twist your body to draw out the pleasurable tingles. You can feel blood hotly pounding throughout your body.

A soft whine exits your mouth when you feel pressure on your neck. Your mouth hinges open and your eyes widen. Not another sound comes out of you. The pressure grows into a light squeeze.

Warmth rushes up your body, your chest pounds painfully at the sudden burst of energy. You can feel your blood pulsating through your joints, which a numbness follows. You feel a heaviness in your body even though you lay flat on the bed. It conglomerates in your throat; your neck muscles tighten in response to the rush of energy. You inhale deeply to further fulfill that euphoric buzz.

There is a feeling of something stuck in your throat. Even though your brain registers it as something to alarm, you focus on the straining, tight sensation. Your chest pounds faster and faster, to the point it seems like it’ll burst. Your chest shudders as you struggle to take a breath, broken up by quickened gasps.

You arch your body; your ears are pounding, and they fill your head with a warm haze. You feel Dan’s fingers slip in deeper between your legs. His fingers on your neck gradually tighten. Your muscles clench and unclench on repeat.

Then the fingers ease the pressure off of your joints. You indignantly huff, warm air blows out of your mouth. Dan has a sly look in his eyes. Before you realize it, you gasp sharply when a pair of fingers squeeze your neck. Your mouth is frozen open. Warmth swells up from between your legs and crawls up your body.

Your throat tightens, there is the dull ache of pounding in your head. It colours your vision and your face burns. You attempt a weak gulp for air through the blush and sweat. There is an indescribable feeling of relief when your throat relaxes, only to be jolted by a sudden flow of blood. It pounds painfully as though it was filling with lava.

Your throat constricts and relaxes in repeat, the rush of blood more powerful every time. Numbing heat worms its way into your head, you can barely focus. The only thing you’re keenly aware of are the jolting, electrical tingles of pleasure. You hardly register Dan’s presence, just his fingers stimulating and egging your body to react.

You squirm around, weak noises coming out of you. Your body twitches with every thud in your chest. It’s accelerating, coursing more blood throughout.

A burst of warmth hits you from below, your legs shake as a delightful, body numbing tingle juts through you. You arch up, hands clench the bedsheets. Your entire being buzzes and tingles, feeling as though every single nerve in you has burst.

Your throat pounds to the point of weakening your grip on the sheets. Your breath quickens to encourage it. Your mind is lost in a dim, somehow still pulsating warm haze. You take a gulp to get a taste of that adrenaline.

Warmth floods your body, rushing through you and hits everything at once. You jolt out of your haze with a violent quiver. Your chest thuds and a tingle of relief comes over you. It’s empty and full at the same time.

It’s wet between your legs, and dripping. You close up your legs shyly as Dan pulls his hand away, your release coats and drips from it. You still feel those inner muscles clenching, as if begging for more.

Dan’s hand lets your neck go, and he sits up on his knees. He pants softly and there is a faint sheen of sweat on his face. He bares his teeth in a smile, satisfaction on his face as he looks you over.

You stare back, tentativeness and excitement jitters in your body.

Dan understands your silent message, he stretches himself before reaching down for his belt. “Not to worry, love, we’re just getting started.”

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