#But damn Danny FIGHT DIRTY IF YOU HAVE TO

[scvrmqueen]

Tag, You’re It - Danny Johnson

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Danny Johnson x afab!reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — SMUT! dubious consent, descriptions of gore, vaginal sex, use of knife handle for penetration, dirty talk, unprotected sex, no aftercare, Danny is literally his own warning. 

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 2,982.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ I got this idea after listening to Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez. Takes place during Dead by Daylight. I don’t own the rights to Danny or DBD. You’re just trying to survive another trial when Danny proposes a little game. 

“Oh, you were so close, kitten!” A mirthless chuckle slipped from the macabre figure perched above you, his hips pinning you to the frigid earth. Your struggles had promptly ceased once his steel blade found purchase against your throat. 

“And to think, one more step and you would have been home free,” he tsked, blade digging further into your sensitive flesh to reveal a crimson stream. “Didn’t know you could be so cruel, kitten, trying to leave me on my lonesome without so much as a goodbye kiss.” 

“Fuck you, Danny,” you spat, glaring into the shadowy abyss of black fabric that concealed his eyes. “Kill me and be done with it, I’m sick of playing your fucked up games.” 

An audible gasp sounded beneath the foreboding mask, a gloved hand - the one not preoccupied with mutilating you - covering his heart in feigned shock. “Y/n you wound me! Where’s your fighting spirit, huh? C’mon, I know you have that ‘I’ll go out kicking and screaming’ final girl mentality.” 

You were mere feet from a successful trial, sparing a glance toward the cement hatch. What anger bubbled in your chest was steadily replaced with fatigue, an overwhelming sense of feebleness rendering your fight or flight instinct futile. You pressed your scorched fingertips into the dirt beneath you. A shaky breath pierced through pursed lips, frustrated tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as you realized just how close you had been to besting the Ghost Face. 

“Aw, doll. You’re so pretty when you cry for me,” Danny cooed, his blade smearing blood on your cheek as it moved to collect the pearly drops. “Tell you what, I’m feeling generous. Play one last little game with yours truly, and I’ll let you have the hatch.” 

Mouth agape, you waited for the inevitable ‘ha, gotcha’ moment. When Danny remained silent - a phenomena in itself, you finally responded, “what game?”

“Atta girl.” He lowered his head until cheap plastic scraped your cheek, his faux mouth resting by your ear. Leather and copper flooded your senses, head reeling at the intimacy of his proximity. “You’re familiar with tag, aren’t you, doll?” 

You scoffed, “tag?” 

“That’s what I said, Y/n.” You could feel the deep chuckle rumble through his chest. “Try to keep up, sweet thing, you’re smarter than that. Now, if I catch you - and we both know I will - I get to do whatever I want with you.” 

“But you won’t kill me?” The question was more breathless than you intended. Whatever he wanted? Your cooperation was founded on the promise of making it out alive. Still, you couldn’t help but hesitate. If Danny’s intention wasn’t to give you to the entity, what did he want? 

“Cross my heart hope to die, kitten.” His words dripped with deranged glee, the rough edge to his voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll even give you a ten second head start, being the generous fella I am.”

“Fine,” you conceded. “Get the hell off me so we can get this over with.” 

“There’s the Y/n I know and love.” A leather clad hand wrapped around your throat, using the leverage to drag you to your feet. You reluctantly complied, attempting to ignore the traitorous heat that pooled in your abdomen. 

You sprinted in the opposite direction the moment he released you. 

Aside from a guaranteed win, this game hardly differed from the demented reality of every trial. You were perpetually haunted by that damned mask - led to slaughter each time the sanctity of the campfire was torn away. Unlike your counterparts, your penchant for fighting back had earned Danny’s favor from day one. His insatiable obsession blossomed during your first trial, when you drove a jagged plank through his abdomen. 

Had you predicted he would save you for last each trial, you wouldn’t have been so damn heroic. 

Your lungs burned, legs aching as your pace gradually relented. You spared a glance over your shoulder to determine Danny’s proximity. Though momentarily relieved to be greeted by empty darkness, his absence ultimately proved equally troubling. Ghost Face was synonymous with stealth, often remaining undetected until his signature hunting blade was buried deep in your gut. It was impossible to determine where he prowled now. 

Haddonfield offered little room to be chased. Eventually, you would have to loop back to the hatch in order to escape, a feat which would require you to pass through the decrepit homes. Though entering structures always proved to be a precarious gamble, remaining on the street much longer practically ensured your capture. 

You bypassed the first few houses you passed with the intention of throwing Danny off your trail. Zig-zagging through abandoned vehicles, you staggered toward the Myers residence in hopes of a momentary reprieve. Hiding in the abandoned building was futile - Danny had prompted a game of tag after-all. The moment you ceased moving he would be there, his merciless shadows ensnaring you. You prayed slipping through the rooms undetected would buy you some time. 

Pausing briefly upon entering, you attempted to regulate your rapid breathing in order to detect his presence. Satisfied, you darted into the kitchen to grab a butcher’s knife from the familiar wooden block. Danny hadn’t specified rules regarding self defense - his mistake. Should the occasion arise, you fully intended on making grabbing you a hellish feat. 

No sooner had you grabbed the knife did a familiar dark chuckle sound from the doorway to the porch. You turned slowly towards the culprit, as if minor movements would shroud you from his gaze. 

“Really, bunny? The Myer’s house? Tsk, never knew you were so cliché.” Well, at least you knew where he was now. Spinning on your feet, you sprinted back toward the main entrance. Knowing Danny, the moment you stepped out onto the porch he would be there to grab you, blade against your throat and arms encircling your waist. Hesitation would cost you precious seconds, leaving you to scamper up the stairway on shaky legs. 

“Annndd going up the stairs?” His distant voice only caused you to increase your pace. “Y/n, haven’t I taught you to be better than those horror movie bimbos?”

 As you reached the room with a large opening to the roof, you couldn’t resist screaming a hearse, “Fuck you, asshole!” Once on the roof, you would slip into the backyard and make a swift exit back to the hatch. You could taste victory on your tongue, beyond pleased to have outwitted Ghost Face. 

Or at least that was the plan. 

You hadn’t planned on Danny tackling you mere feet from the roof, his imposing figure weighing heavy on your back. Thrashing beneath him proved futile. He grabbed your wrists with little resistance, pinning your arms by your head. The cold hardwood was pressed roughly against your cheek, and from the awkward angle you watched as his mask lowered to your ear. 

“Tag, you’re it.” His deep chuckle reverberated through your spine. 

“Let me up, Danny, and I’ll gladly come get you.” Clutching the butcher knife tighter, you wriggled your ass slightly in hopes of providing a momentary distraction. A throaty groan sounded above you, his hips digging further into your own. His grasp loosened, and you used your remaining strength to twist on your back. You were quick to extend the blade toward him in a punishing stab. But Danny was always quicker. 

“Feisty,” he growled, his hand encircling your wrist and slamming it to the ground with excessive force. A small yelp escaped you as the knife flew from your grasp. 

“But I think you’re forgetting the rules, kitten. Naughty girl.” You were pinned beneath him once more, glare burning through his black mesh. “Let me remind you what happens when you don’t. fucking. listen.” 

Danny shifted, capturing both your wrists in one hand, his knife skimming your waist. The cool steel scraped against your stomach as it lifted your shirt. Before you could even comprehend struggling, your hip burned with a familiar intensity. Searing pain crept up your side as Danny sliced into your sensitive flesh - a hiss escaping through clenched teeth in a poor attempt not to scream. The blade curved against you, shallow in its path but agonizing enough to demonstrate his wrath. 

“Ah, perfect!” Danny leaned back on his heels to observe his work. Your eyes drifted down to observe a jagged “D” carved into the left side of your hip. 

“You sick fuck!” You shouted, all thoughts of self preservation having dissipated. The wound would heal upon returning to the campfire, but it didn’t stop the blinding rage that permeated your senses. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he snarled, using the blade to slice through the middle of your tank-top. “You have no idea just how sick I really am.” He traced the steel around the top of your exposed breasts, humming his approval as your breath hitched. The knife slipped beneath the thin fabric in the middle of your bra, exposing your chest to his ravenous gaze. A traitorous moan slipped from your lips - a wanton sound that you attempted to disguise as disgust by struggling beneath him. 

“Danny-” his name tumbled from your throat with unintended reverence. Your voice trembled with thinly veiled desire, leaving you to pinch your lips together. You desperately hoped Danny hadn’t recognized your slip. 

“Fuck, kitten, I love it when you say my name.” His hips bore into your own with bruising pressure, forcing a haphazard squeal from you in response. Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time that you had been in a compromising position beneath the killer. While the previous instances had ended in your untimely demise, this moment whispered promises of something more - something deep-seated that you could never come back from. 

“You know, I can’t count how many times I’ve heard your screams of pain,” he muttered, the deep, guttural sound going straight to your core. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like screaming for more.” Without further warning, his chilled, leather fingertips pushed past your denim shorts, briefly grazing the hem of your panties. 

You didn’t recognize the sound that emitted from the depths of your chest as he slid into you - facing little resistance much to your dismay. His finger curled, stimulating a part of you that hadn’t been unearthed for far too long. Dragging in and out, hitting a spot that made your vision dance with speckles of white, you couldn’t find the strength to resist his ministrations. 

“You like this, don’t you? What a dirty little girl you are, bunny.” His voice fractured your lust-fueled haze, attempting to slip your hands from his grasp as you bucked beneath him. Your resistance hardly fazed Danny, earning no more than an amused tsk as he tightened his hold. 

“Now, now, bunny. If you’re going to be naughty and not play by the rules, I’m going to have to punish you.” A wisp of fear at the promise of discipline caused your core to clench. Danny groaned as he removed his fingers completely, the sudden emptiness sobering your senses. The reprieve was short-lived, the leather previously working you replaced with the blunt handle of a familiar knife. 

“What the fuck -” Your words slipped into an unexpected cry of pleasure as the handle brushed your center with expert precision. Discomfort melded into bliss, your will to fight a distant echo in the recesses of your mind. His concept of ‘punishment’ seemed skewed, particularly as a skilled finger danced along your clit in tandem with the blade’s thrusts. Your eyes fluttered close, walls clenching with bruising force as you reached the precipice - nearly pushed over that delicious edge - 

And just as soon as sweet release had been promised, it was stolen. 

A pitiful whine escaped you as his attention ceased, robbing you of the peak you so desperately craved. Ah, punishment, indeed. 

“Ah, ah, Y/n. Only good girls get to cum.” Danny adjusted his position so his hips were once again pressed firmly between your legs. Much to your dismay, the coarse fabric of his pants caused you to grind against him - desperately searching for friction.

“I might consider being merciful and letting you cum on my cock if you beg me for it.” His deep rasp trailed into a lilting tone, teasing you - humiliating you. Even in all your torturous deaths dealt by Danny’s blade, you had never begged him to spare you. Though your hips chased his, desperate to ease the ache between your legs, you would sooner die than plead for him to fuck you. 

“You call that merciful?” You scoffed, attempting to ease the tremble in your voice. “You’re even more fucked up than I thought if you think I want you.” 

“Oh, I think you’re pretty fucked in the head yourself, kitten.” Those fingers slid between your thighs once more, gliding up your center to collect evidence of your arousal. “You can lie to yourself all you want. But see this?” He pressed the glistening leather to your lips, forcing your mouth open to taste your body’s betrayal. “This doesn’t lie.”

“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and you’re going to take everything I have to offer. Every. Last. Goddamn. Inch,” he growled, each word only fueling your thinly veiled desire. You wanted to protest - wanted to kick and scream like a good little survivor. But something within you, some deep, animalistic urge only satiated by the thrill of danger, wouldn’t permit it. Maybe Danny was right. Maybe the endless torment of fighting to survive fueled something savage - a ruinous need to be ravaged by the enemy. 

Saving you from the false pretenses of your moral obligation to resist, Danny flipped you onto your stomach in a swift motion. One firm arm wrapped around your waist, using the leverage to lift your hips up. With your face and arms planted to the floor, the harsh arch of your figure placed your bare ass on display for Danny. 

Without warning, two fingers were buried deep within you, setting a brutal pace that set your body ablaze with burning embers. Just as your walls began to flutter, Danny removed his fingers before delivering a sharp slap to your sensitive flesh. He waited a moment, allowing you to drift further from the promise of release, before claiming you once more. You lost track of time as he continued to edge you - cooing dirty words in your ear and chuckling at your growing frustration. 

“You know how to make this stop, kitten.” Your body ached, core pulsing as his touch parted once more. Danny trailed his blade down your thighs, collecting the slick of your arousal. You had been so determined not to beg. But now as you burned with stifled desire, begging for release seemed preferable to continuing this torture. 

“Danny,” you whined, aghast at how difficult stringing together a sentence had become. “Please, please, just fuck me already you fucking psychotic -” 

You were cut off by your own hoarse scream as Danny pushed into you, forcing you to take his entire length in one fatal thrust. You arched further into the ground, allowing him to reach impossibly deeper as he brushed your cervix. He was so big, feeling as though he would split you apart as he snapped his hips against yours. 

“That’s it, Y/n - fuck, you’re so tight. Bet you haven’t had anybody fuck this sweet cunt like this, have you?” You could only moan in response, clenching around him. 

A gloved hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back roughly so his mask rested by your ear. “I asked you a fucking question, bunny. Nobody fucks you like this, do they?” 

“No!” You squealed. “Only you, Danny - Danny.” His pace increased as you whimpered his name, thrusts intensifying until your looming orgasm was forced upon you. Your body trembled as your release washed over you, waves of fierce pleasure threatening to consume your very existence. 

“Yes - yes, that’s my girl.” He didn’t slow down, allowing you no reprieve from the overstimulation that wracked your core. You attempted to pull away, to form a coherent thought that would save you from the onslaught of fervent sensations. 

“Danny s’too much,” you slurred. A venomous laugh sounded in turn as he flipped you over again, hands gripping the undersides of your thighs to press your knees to your chest. He resumed his brutal pace, brushing the pad of his thumb against your clit as you writhed helplessly beneath him. 

“C’mon, Y/n, you can take one more can’t you?” That familiar pressure was already building. You forced your fluttering eyes to gaze upon his mask, the mere sight of his looming presence causing you to tumble over the edge once more. You screamed his name, overwhelmed by the earth-shattering intensity of  your climax. 

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” he groaned. Danny’s pace became frenzied, each thrust forcing brutally past your fluttering walls. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? You want to be dripping with my cum when you sit around that campfire with your pathetic little friends.” 

“Fuck. You,” You managed, the breathy words lacking their usual bite. Your fire only spurred him on as he buried himself to the hilt within you, hot ropes of his cum coating your insides. 

As he slipped from you, allowing you to come down from your orgasmic high, the weight of your actions settled in your chest with crushing realization. Danny placed a finger under your chin to return your gaze to him - an uncharacteristically gentle gesture. 

Whatever insults you prepared to spew were quickly lost as he moved his mask - revealing a finely sculpted jaw covered in dark stubble. He leaned in close, pouty lips hovering above your own and stealing the breath from your lungs. 

“Until next time, kitten. And there will be a next time.” 

#danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #Danny Johnson x you #jed olsen x reader #Jed Olsen x you #jed olsen #danny jed olsen johnson #DBD #DBD Ghostface #ghostface #ghostface smut #danny johnson smut #dbd smut #slasher x you #slasher fic #slasher smut #slasher fandom

[succubusmunson]

Are You Jealous?

Pairing: Jealous!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You go on a date with another metalhead and Eddie isn't too happy about it

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), mean!eddie, dirty talk, name calling (whore), oral (m and f receiving), ball play, teasing, edging, rimming (f receiving), slapping, spanking, dacryphillia, rough sex (anal and vaginally), overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie, fluff

WC: 4.3K

(hope you enjoy as always!)

Remember to reblog and support the writer!

If there was one thing in this world that Eddie was good at, it was complaining about anything and everything. All of this huffing and puffing from him just because you were going on a date? You don’t know what the big deal was, but you had also tuned him out a long time ago. 

You looked at him through the mirror and just rolled your eyes. “Eddie, it’s just a date.” 

Your statement caused Eddie to pause his pacing, making eye contact with you. “Just a date? We all know that Danny is known for fucking girls!” If Eddie kept going how he was going, you were sure that his head might explode. 

Sure, you and Eddie were fuck buddies, but it was never anything more than that. Why was he suddenly freaking out? Was Eddie jealous that you were going out with another metalhead that wasn’t him? That had to be the problem. As much as you wanted to be more with him, you knew that it was bound to never happen (or was it?)

You pushed the thought far from your mind and finished with your makeup. You were not about to let this small hiccup get in the way of the fun night that Danny said he had planned. It was your first date in years and you were determined to have some sort of fun - no matter what that entailed. 

“Eddie, chill out, it’s fine.” You spun around in your chair and faced him. “If he wants to fuck me, then so be it. I’m sure you fuck other girls that aren’t me.”

What you didn’t know was that statement was completely false. Eddie had only been fucking you for the last year. He had no urge to seek out anyone else with a wet hole to sink his cock into. Why would he do that when he had you? He tried to hide his jealousy, but on the inside, he was fuming. Eddie bit his tongue and tried his best to change the subject, even though you remained suspicious of him.

“I guess I just want you to be careful is all.” Eddie sat on your bed as you finished getting ready and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Aren’t I always careful?” Eddie laughed at you and shook his head, he knew better than that. You were never careful and the thought of you going out with someone else made him internally gag. 

Eddie was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a car honking just outside his house. Danny couldn’t even come to the damn door? Any other person that you could have gone out with wouldn’t have made Eddie this mad, but Danny? You were never going to be able to live this one down. 

You were downstairs in no time, saying your goodbyes to Eddie and running outside to jump into Danny’s car. Eddie watched as you leaned over and placed a kiss on Danny’s cheek and that’s when Eddie decided that he was going to wait up for you, show you who you really belonged to once you got home. He was going to prove that no one could make you feel as good as he makes you feel.

You were in for a long fucking night, you just didn’t know it yet.

By the time you got back home, it was nearing three in the morning. The date was fun and you forgot about the time long ago, not worrying when you would actually make it back to your place. You tried to be quiet, even though you lived alone, and made a beeline for your bedroom. The living room light turned on and you were stopped dead in your tracks, your fight or flight response going into full effect. 

You went to turn around to see if it was an intruder, but your eyes nearly rolled out of your head once you saw that it was just Eddie. “Jesus H. Christ, what are you still doing here?”

Eddie got off the couch and slowly made his way over to you, his eyes scanning over your body. “Eddie, you didn’t answer-“

“Is that a hickey?”

Shit. Why did you suddenly feel bad for having a hickey or for having gone out on a date? You placed your hand on your neck and tried your best to fake laugh, not wanting to draw more attention to it. “I-I don’t know what on earth you are talking about?” Playing the dumb card wasn’t going to get you far, but it would get you far enough. 

With Eddie’s eyes boring into yours, you felt small. He always had this effect on you. Whether it was sexual or not. 

“Don’t play dumb,” Eddie gently grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away from the hickey. His jaw clenched once he got a better look at it and you could practically feel the anger emitting from him. “So this is what you do? Let a guy give you a hickey after the first date?”

You pulled your body away from his and started to slowly make your way towards the stairs. “Did you really stay here the whole time I was gone just to see if I came home fucked out or something?” You laughed at him. “Are you that jealous of him? Jealous that he got to fuck my pussy tonight and you didn’t?

Now, that wasn’t true by a long shot. You and Danny made out and he gave you the tiniest hickey, it was nothing more than that. You only said what you said to get a rise out of Eddie, it was your mission to always make him mad. 

If you thought Eddie was mad before, you were wrong. He was only getting more pissed the more you talked. You could tell by the way he was just glaring at you and his chest was heaving. How mad could he actually get? 

“And he was so much better than-“ Eddie caught you off again, grabbing you by the arm and all but yanking you towards your room. Maybe you had pushed him too far this time and there was definitely no going back. 

Eddie pushes you against your bed, your back hitting the mattress. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” Your eyes go wide as you hear the familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone. When you sit up from your lying position, you're met with his precum leaking cock. He had been hard ever since you left earlier, only thinking of what he would do to you once you got back. “I’ll show you what’s so fucking funny.” You didn’t have much time to react because Eddie’s rough hands were in your hair, pulling your head back as he tapped the red and spongy head of his cock to your mouth. 

You watched as Eddie huffed at your unopened mouth. He wasn’t going to get it this easy, was he? His thumb ran across your plump bottom lip before prying your mouth open. “You’re going to take everything I give you without complaining. Whores don’t get to complain.” 

Without any real protest, his cock slid right into your spit-covered mouth. Eddie groaned at the warm feeling over his cock. You gagged when his cock hit the back of your throat, you were never used to his size. Spit spilled out the corners of your mouth and down your chin. Tears pricked at your eyes before they slowly fell down your face, making your makeup run. God, you’ve never looked better to him. “Aw, is my whore crying?” Eddie brought his hand up and slapped at your face, enough to make you jolt. “You know crying only makes me want to fuck your face more.”

The fact that wetness was pooling in your panties at the moment was a bit concerning. You’ve never been sexual with Eddie when he was this angry and you were so beyond turned on. 

“Bet you like it, huh?” His throbbing cock kept hitting the back of your throat, drool now dripping down your chin and the trimmed pubes at the base of his cock tickling your nose. “Just loved to be used like a fucking fleshlight.” Both of his hands came up to grip the sides of your head. His hips began snapping, causing his heavy and cum filled balls to slap against your chin. Eddie was groaning above you, his eyes glued to your spit-covered face. He never thought you would look so good with tears falling from your eyes and your jaw slack from his cock pounding into your throat.

Eddie’s hands left your head, running down your chest and stopping at the top of your shirt to easily rip it open. Buttons went flying, but your mind could focus on that when Eddie’s cold hands found your boobs. His thumbs rubbed over your hardened nipples and you moaned around him, earning a groan from Eddie himself. “Do you like being used like this?” He pulled his cock out long enough for you to answer him, the head of it still resting at your lips. 

You took deep breaths before looking up at him and nodding. “Only if it’s you using me.” 

His cock slid back into your mouth and he scoffed. “Oh, you trying to kiss ass now?” Eddie held his cock at the back of your throat, watching as you gagged around it. “I don’t think that’s going to help you.” 

“Think you need to give my balls some attention, sweetheart.” Your heart almost skipped a beat. Eddie knew how much you loved his balls, he was giving you a treat even though this was all part of his punishment. 

Slowly, Eddie pulled his cock out of your mouth before bringing your head closer to him and watching as you rolled your tongue around both of his heavy and cum filled balls. “F-fuck, that’s it, keep licking them.” Eddie held a hand out to the back of your head, keeping you in place. “Such a slut for my balls, aren’t you? Always wanted to be greedy and suck on them even though I’ve already given you my cock.” 

You sucked one of his balls into your mouth and when Eddie looked down at you, he almost came all over your face. His still throbbing cock was laying against your head, his ball tucked into your mouth, and your eyes looking right up at him. Your makeup was already running and he fought the urge to mess it up even more. Eddie couldn’t cum yet though. He needed to cum down your throat, make you swallow every last drop of his cum. 

“Think that’s enough of that,” Eddie pulled your head back from his balls and you whined at the feeling of them not in your mouth anymore. You didn’t have much time to complain as his cock was quickly back in your mouth again. He held your head tightly as he thrust back and forth, his cock sliding just a bit deeper than it did before. 

His hands left your head, sliding back down to your nipples, and chuckled above you at the way your eyes lit up. “Love these tits,” he slapped one before slapping the other, “love to see them bounce.” 

Once he was satisfied with how the skin of your boobs had become red and raised from his slaps, he stopped, going for your nipples next. 

One pinch of your sensitive nipples had you yelping around his cock. The vibrations sent shocks through Eddie’s body and in a split second he was coming down your throat, the salty taste taking over your tastebuds. “Shit, swallow every last drop. Milk my cock with your fucking mouth.” 

Eddie pulled out his softening cock from your mouth and you hummed at the taste of him, wanting to taste more of him. 

He stripped himself of his jeans and boxers, leaving him in just his shirt. 

It wasn’t until he took a small step back to admire his work that he saw it. He had been so blind with need to lay his claim on the mouth that Danny had kissed earlier, he hadn’t even noticed your thighs clenching. You were in desperate need of some friction, a release and you would get it any way you can. He tutted at you, pushing your back against the bed again before tugging your jeans down and tossing them off to the side.

“What do we have here?” His thumb rubbed over the soaked spot that had formed in your panties and you gasped at the small amount of contact he gave you. “Are you that needy or is this just Danny’s cum leaking out of your pussy?”

You shook your head, spreading your thighs wider so he could slot himself right between them. “Needy, needy for you, Eddie.” You hissed as he bit down on one of your thighs, making sure that he would leave a mark. 

“I don’t know,” he licked over the bite mark, soothing the sting. “Do you deserve it? After everything you said?” Eddie was teasing you and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You were so turned on, your whole body was vibrating with need. 

Pulling your panties to the side, you showed just how needy you were for him. A string of your wetness connected to your panties and Eddie groaned at the sight before him. “See? Touch me, do anything you want to me. Just want you to make me feel good.” You were begging but if you didn’t get some more of him soon, you might explode. 

Eddie’s rough hands squeezed at your fleshy thighs before going to the hem of your panties. His metal rings left goosebumps in their wake, but you weren’t complaining one bit. He slowly pulled them down your legs, his mouth watering at the full view of your soaked and pretty pussy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was about to eat it like it was his last meal on death row. 

A high-pitched whine left you as Eddie’s tongue slowly licked up your wet slit. His hands spread your thighs wide before his thumbs came and spread your lips apart, giving him access to as much as possible. “Oh, look at how pretty she is,” he blew cold air against your swollen clit and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Eddie had barely done a thing to you and you were already putty in his hands. 

Your clit was throbbing and Eddie was enjoying the whimpers coming from you as he kept teasing. He was licking everywhere but where you needed him the most. This was on the tip of your punishment. 

After minutes of what felt like agony, his tongue finally swirled around your clit and you moaned his name quietly. This is what you wanted-no, this is what you needed. Your hands found his hair and tugged him as close as you possibly could. Your hips bucked against his face, his tongue now flattening against you. “Trying to take what you want from me?” Eddie’s hands splayed across your hips, holding you down. “You take what I give you, remember?”

You nodded your head and bit at your bottom lip to stifle a moan when he wrapped his lips around your clit. He sucked it in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it at the same time, making you see stars. “Oh god, t-that feels so good.”

Eddie hummed against you. You tasted like honey and it flooded his mouth. “Always such a sweet pussy.” He took a finger and ran it over your slit, applying pressure right on your clit. Your body shook with pleasure. A glob of spit fell from Eddie’s lips and ran down your clit, all the way to your puckered asshole. His thumb rubbed the spit in, you mewled at the contact. “Did Danny know how much you love to be fucked in your tight asshole?” His tongue swiped down at licked over your tight hole and you swear you could’ve cum right then and there. You felt it slip inside you just a bit swirling around before he pulled away and replaced it with his thumb. The tip of his thumb slid right in and god, did it feel so fucking good. 

“E-Eddie..” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. His thumb slid in more and was now pumping in and out of the right muscle while his tongue and lips abused your clit. The noises coming from him (and you) were so lewd. Wet squelching sounds of Eddie’s spit and your wetness mixed with your moans, filling the room up the noises. 

He pulled away, your slick covering his chin and lips. “Gotta stretch it open so I can get my cock in there, baby.” Your legs shook and he knew you were close to cumming, but he stopped everything before you could. 

With heavy breaths, you sat up and glared at him. “What the fuck?” You were so desperate for an orgasm.

Eddie pulled his hands away from you and held them up, “Whores don’t get to cum until I tell them to.” He flipped you over and pushed your face into the pillows, his hands coming down to rest over your hips. “Think you need more punishment, make you think about what you did.. what you said.”

You felt his rough hands rub over your ass cheeks and you knew what was next. Spank! “Need to mark you up and show you that you’re all mine. Spank! Eddie’s rings were already leaving welts behind and the sting was almost too much. You couldn’t help but moan a little with each spank. “You look so pretty like this. So pretty when your ass is nice and red.” He gently soothed over the red markings before reeling both hands back and spanking both of your cheeks at the same time. Tears slid down your cheek and you tried your best to cover them up.

“Aw baby,” Eddie leaned down right next to your face and licked up one of your tears. “You’re even prettier when you cry.”  

“J-just please, fuck me.” You pushed your ass over his cock, feeling that he was already hard again. A moan escaped you with the head of it brushed right against your clit. “Need to feel you deep inside me.” You kept grinding against him, earning a low groan from behind you. 

Eddie grabbed your hips roughly, stopping your movements. He sighed dramatically when his hands found your wrists and pulled. “How am I supposed to deny you my cock when you’re so desperate for it.” He quickly sat you up long enough to rid you of your shirt and bra before pushing you back onto the bed. His shirt followed yours, making a pile somewhere in the room. You heard him spit into his hand, you turned your head back to see him stroking his cock. “M’gonna make you feel so fucking good.” 

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock poke at your puckered hole. When he slowly pushed in, your eyes rolled right into the back of your head and you gripped the sheets below you. No matter how many times Eddie has fucked you in the ass, you will never get over the stretch. Eddie slowly slid in until he was bottomed out, his balls tapping at your clit. 

“Fuck, look at that baby.” He spread your ass cheeks, giving him a full view of your ass swallowing his cock whole. A string of spit fell from his mouth, running down your hole and his cock. “So stretched opened for my cock. Feels so tight.” Eddie could feel you clenching around him and groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

You bucked back against Eddie, meeting his thrusts halfway. The two of you moaned in unison, nothing could compare to this pleasure. Eddie’s hands found your hair and pulled at it, making you arch your back into your chest. This new position makes you somehow feel more of him. 

“Your cock is s-so deep.” Your head hangs low, the pleasure building in your stomach almost too much. Eddie’s hand wrapped around the front of your body before his skilled fingers began to rub at your swollen clit, “f-fuck, please! Please don’t stop.” 

Eddie’s hips were rocking into you, his cock thrusting in and out of your now gaped hole. “Should I cum in your ass or should I breed this little pussy, really make you all mine?” Smack! His hand harshly came down across your clit and you fell forward yelping. Eddie gave you once more harsh thrust before pulling out and watching your hole gape. It was like you always needed something to be in it.

The need to cum was taking over your body. You’re not sure how much longer you could last, you needed him and you needed to cum. 

Seeming to sense just how desperate you were, Eddie flipped you over to your back. He trailed kisses up your body, stopping at your mouth to lick over your lips. “Think you’ve endured enough punishment.” His lips found yours in a heating kiss, the two of your tongues rolling against each other. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you two and he used it to stroke over his cock again. 

Your legs spread at the sight, your fingers rubbing at your clit. “I need you so bad,” Eddie’s eyes didn’t leave your fingers, watching as you slid two inside your soaked hole before pulling them out to lick them. “Eddie, please.”

A whimper left you when you felt the heavy head of Eddie’s cock tap at your clit. He pulled you closer to him by your hips before slowly sliding into your pussy, letting you feel every bit of his cock. Every ridge, every vain, he felt so good. 

“Love the way you soak my cock.” Eddie leaned over you to place kisses all along your chest while his hips rocked into yours. Each rock of his hips makes his cock hit that sweet spot inside you causing the breath to leave your lungs. “Gonna have you take every bit of my fucking cum.” His hand found your neck and squeezed, relishing in the way that he could feel your heartbeat in your neck, under his hand. 

The tight coil was on the verge of being undone. You could feel your toes curling and your legs shaking around Eddie’s body. Each thrust brings you closer and closer. Eddie hit that sweet spot inside you one more time and it all came flooding out. You could barely hear anything of your pornographic screams and the wet gushing sound coming from you. It was all so much that you saw white.

“That’s it, cum all over my fucking cock. Make it drip with your cum.” Eddie didn’t stop thrusting into you, even after you came. He was still chasing his high, even if that meant making you cum for a second time.

After your first orgasm, you became over-sensitive. Every thrust and touch of Eddie sends shockwaves through your body. “E-Eddie, I can’t.” He just laughed and slapped at your cheek, his rings stinging a bit.

“Oh, you can and you, fuck, you will.” You were sure his hips were leaving bruises against your own with how hard he was fucking into you. The whole bed was shaking under you, so hard that it was hitting against the wall. 

You could tell he was close. Could tell by the way his eyes screwed shut and his chest was red from how hard he was breathing. You clenched around him already so close to your second orgasm and that’s all it took for his hips to stutter and his cum to spill inside you. 

“Shit, t-that’s it, take it fucking all.” His voice was hoarse, but that didn’t stop him from talking. “Gonna get you so pregnant, that way you’re stuck with me.”

From the feeling of him cumming in you to the talks of him breeding you, you were already cumming again. “Eddie, oh my god.” Your body spasmed under him and your legs cling to his hips, holding him inside you so that he could feel just how much you were cumming for him. “I-I..” every thought had left your mind at that moment, you were just focusing on the pleasure. 

After what felt like minutes, Eddie slowly pulled out of you and he couldn’t help but groan as some of his cum spilled out of you and under the bed. You hissed at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He plopped down on the bed next to you, pulling your body against his and rubbing a soothing hand down your arm. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “You know I didn’t sleep with him, right?” You turned to your side, wincing a bit at the soreness that you began to feel between your legs. “I only said that to get you riled up.” 

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes before placing a surprisingly kind kiss against your forehead. “You think I didn’t know that?” His hands gently caressed your sore boobs as he positioned you to lay even closer to him.

After a while, the two of you drifted off into silence. So much so that Eddie thought you were fast asleep. He took that as an opportunity to come close enough to whisper in your ear. “Hope you know who you really belong to now,” his hand rubbing at your lower stomach, “I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled to yourself, knowing that you were always his in the first place.

tags: @onehotgreasymechanic @dixontardis @thefreakofhawkins86 @hellfire-isnt-it @wroteclassicaly @mantorokk-writes @sammy-lestrade @munsaniac @damn-goodbabysitter

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things smut #bee’s st fics

[gretavanlace]

Welcome To Hell

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, angst, degradation, praise, impact play and illusions to impact play, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex, alcohol consumption, etc.

This one spun outta control like I wrote it on black ice. My apologies for length and shitty editing in advance xoxo

Jake hates a scene. Loathes raised voices that might demand the hushed attention of a room. Despises eyes hungrily devouring, unblinking, staring, consuming. The morbid curiosity of it all is abhorrent.

What’s going on here? Those eyes ponder, raking over the situation in devilish glee. It’s human nature, he knows, like when you struggle to look away from something gruesome, but he doesn’t have to like it.

Unless he is strutting his way across a stage, soaking in the anguished, desperate need and admiration of those who buy a ticket to take the ride, he doesn’t want it.

Wrapped in an embellished suit and spilling his soul into the universe from behind a sword made of frets and strings - that is the only time his stoic nature allows him to step into the light when he so often yearns for the shadows.

Jacob is a libertine of the finest sort, but only once the curtain has dropped. Or, with you wearing the marks of his teeth, legs spread wide and inviting, beneath him.

You know of this particular aversion, this detest of observation. Of course you do. You know it now, and you knew it last night. You just hadn’t been able to find the will to give a damn.

So, rather than taking a few deep breaths to center yourself and maybe making the switch to water, you had fumed, allowing frustrated thoughts to stoke the bonfire of anger within you - and you drank. And drank. And drank. Ordering rum and coke after rum and coke until you could feel the bartender clocking you carefully, attempting to decide if he’d overserved you. He had. He most definitely had.

As is so often the case with angry drunks, it suddenly seemed such an ideal time to pick a fight. A good time to pitch your voice loud enough to bring the conversation at your table, in a tucked away corner of the bar, to a grinding halt.

A great time to accuse him of wanting to fuck the bubbly little raven-locked beauty, with the tiny skirt and anything but tiny tits, that had been fluttering around him at the pool table. A sex dripping hummingbird flitting about in his personal space, while he donned a soft, welcoming smile.

A wonderful time to invite him to go fuck himself as you stormed through the crowd dramatically.

A fantastic time to rage against the situation concocted within your inebriated haze, complete with sloppy tears and dramatic overreactions, until Danny had finally wrangled you into an Uber…riding along beside you while you dozed, head heavy on his shoulder. Exhausted from your drunken tantrum.

When you woke this morning, you did so with no memory of how you had ended up in bed, or who had removed the complicated, strappy heels from your feet. Or who, like some great god of mercy, had left the tall glass of water waiting on your bedside table. But you had your suspicions, and they were paired with small flashes of memory that proved you were correct. Daniel. Who else?

Another elusive bit of information was when Jake had finally made it home. You’d found him, splayed across the couch, hair tangled against a throw pillow, boots kicked off, but otherwise fully dressed. He was home, but you were unsure of how long that had been so. He might have collapsed onto the cushions five minutes after Danny tucked you in, or he might have stumbled in with the sun, cock still warm from her mouth.

Though, without the alcohol clouding your judgment, the very idea seemed ridiculous. Jake, with his sleepy eyes and gentle heart could never, and would never, even if he could.

He’d rolled off the sofa while you quietly rummaged around in the fridge, yanking out the ingredients you’d need to create a ‘terribly sorry for being an embarrassing mess last night’ BLT…a peace offering stacked high with peppered bacon and remorse.

When he found you once more, he was showered and looking no worse for wear. He looked so softly domestic in his hard worn jeans and long sleeved T, and you had longed to make amends, but he declined your breakfast of apologies. Even waving off the steaming mug of coffee you held out to him, while muttering something about the studio.

Never one to withhold affection in twisted punishment, he had kissed your forehead and strode out the door, assuring you he’d call if things began to look as though they might run late.

But his irritation with you was evident. Tangible in a way that sent a sharp pang of guilt flashing through your heart. He hadn’t forgotten, and he hadn’t yet forgiven.

You’d spent the rest of the morning ambling through the market. Piling your basket high with carefully selected root vegetables. Bags stuffed full to their brims with parsnips, turnips, and sweet potatoes. Onions, carrots and fennel, nestled in beside the broth and spices that would soon create the base for Jake’s favorite stew.

Veggies, lovingly sliced and diced, were rolling lazily this way and that, dancing in a slow simmer, when the first spits of rain began to pebble at the kitchen windows…

And now, here you sit, waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs, legs tucked to the side and hidden beneath the hem of his favorite outfit. A worn and tattered, thrifted sweatshirt, at least three sizes too large, displaying the name of a university neither of you have ever heard of.

Inexplicably drawn to it at a flea market the two of you had stumbled upon, you plunked down a five dollar bill and immediately made it yours.

That same night, he’d watched you hack away at the sleeves with kitchen scissors, then hem the jagged edges with a needle and thread, tongue clenched between your teeth in concentration. And as he watched, he sank even deeper into the pool of his love for you.

That unskilled tailoring had resulted in sleeves that were uneven, but no longer swallowed your hands up. You wear that stupid sweatshirt around the house as a dress constantly, hair a mess atop your head in a bun, legs bare, and he doubts he could love it more if he tried.

You don’t know a thing about his little love affair with this particular article of clothing. Sometimes he says nothing at all when words threaten to fail, which is so very often the case between his heart and the tiny things that make you, you.

He finds you there, biding your time until he slips back into your orbit…waiting for his return with hopeful eyes glittering with love. That love softens his resolve and he feels the annoyance that has tried his patience all day, lessening.

“Hi.” You sound quiet, your one-worded greeting weighed down with contrition.

“Hi.” He takes his time leaning his guitar case against the door jamb, meticulous in its placement to be sure it won’t shift and hit the floor, and then adds a somber, “Something smells good.” as he pulls off his water sodden boots.

“I made stew.” You’re avoiding his eyes now that you can feel his energy. “Your favorite.”

“S’good weather for it.” He nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Chilly.”

You want to rise to your feet, to close the gap of space between the two of you. It feels cavernous. But, you prove rooted in place with the uncomfortability of it all. Are you actually discussing the weather? Like strangers on a train?

At last, you gather your bearings and stand, no longer a deer frozen in the headlights of his disappointment. “Jake…”

“Let’s just forget about it, alright?” He turns away, though you’ve reached for him. “Maybe it was a little much. It’s understandable that you’d be jealous, she was pretty. Beautiful, really.”

He’s said it to be cruel, to be hurtful, and the low blow has successfully landed, but you pretend it hasn’t. On with the show. He won’t remember she ever existed to begin with by the end of the night.

“But you’re still upset, baby…” you breathe the words gently and nuzzle your nose along his jawline. “You’re still angry with me, underneath it all. I can feel it.”

Relaxing his stance in your arms he huffs a tiny sigh. “I just— I don’t know why you have to—“

Your teeth graze over the delicate scar that lives just below his cheekbone. The spot that never fails to render his heart soft and his cock hard. “Why I have to what, Jake? Misbehave?”

A smoky ‘fuck’ slips of his lips when your fingers curl into the waist of his pants, tugging the linen with just enough force to remind him of where your fingers are.

“You should make me behave.” You kiss your way along until you find his mouth, licking into it with a quiet and obscene hum.

“I was mouthy and so mean,” your palm slides across his warm, soft stomach, fingers inching further downward just to hear the breath in his lungs catch. “and you’re always so good to me, Jake. So sweet. I don’t deserve it.”

Deeply perturbed though he may be with you, his love runs deeper still, “you do deserve it, sweetheart. Even when you’re drunk and terrible, you’re still my favorite girl.”

The pad of his thumb trails across your bottom lip, string-worn callous catching the velvet skin that scrubs and masks keep silken. “Careful with my lips, Jakey,” You lightly scratch against the sparse, downy hair that trails his navel. “I work so hard to keep them soft for your pretty cock.”

His hand runs up the nape of your neck and, with his fingers wrapped around the base of your bun, he snaps your head back with a deft flick of his wrist. The searing sting makes you hiss through your teeth and he calls back with a groan through his own clenched bite. “I didn’t ask for your smart mouth. You’re in trouble and I think a bit of respect would be a wise decision on your part, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You arch forward, longing to press yourself against the sturdy warmth of his body.

Rather than allow it, he loosens his hold on you and steps back, studying your flushed face as though he’s never laid eyes on you before. As though he’s heard tell of what you’re capable of, and is deciding whether or not it might be worth his time to fuck the brat out of you.

“You want to be punished?” He walks his fingers down the outside of your thigh, barely making contact with the trembling muscle you’d give anything to feel him bury his grip into. To watch him spread you open wide and claim his prize.

You nod, cock drunk on him already, though you’ve yet to see it, touch it, worship it.

He tilts his head, as if weighing the possibilities “What if I take you outside, hmm? March you to the gallows?” His touch remains far too light, too gentle. “Make you pick a switch…put you over my knee right there on the front porch, show the whole neighborhood what a nasty fucking handful you are.”

“Whatever you want, Jake.” And you mean it. You probably shouldn’t, but you do. God help you, you mean it.

“Call me Jake one more time and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap.” He warns, pressing a finger to your lips. He doesn’t want a response. Watching you play by the rules for once will do just fine for him, thank you.

In a breath, his hand is warm between your thighs, fingers toying with you, taunting, teasing, withholding. “Upstairs. Now.” His demand comes gently, but it leaves no room for discussion all the same. “Everything off. I’ll be up when I feel like it.”

~

You wait without patience, but he isn’t in the room to scold you for fidgeting this way and that, nor is he close enough to hear your tiny huffs of annoyance…

…until he is.

You never hear a sound. Not a creak on the stairs, nor footfall in the hallway…he simply appears in the doorway like a specter. An apparition, bathed in darkness and sex, sent to ruin you.

Your black phantom moves closer, eyes never landing on you, though you wait on display for him. Nipples pebbled and aching, sitting on your heels with your knees parted so that he might catch sight of his favorite place to play.

He ignores all this and instead, focuses on the soft lengths of rope you have laid out beside you at the foot of the bed.

Jake knows this rope. His thoughts skip to the white rose bushes you planted out back one sunny morning, in homage to his band. You’ve cut it from the spool you use to tie the bushes to stakes, ensuring they grow straight and strong. He will never look at those white roses again without remembering this moment.

“And what is this for, baby girl?’ He runs a length of it through his fingers thoughtfully. “Are you expecting to be tied down? Would you like that?”

“Yes.” When did your voice grow so meek? “Tie me down and punish me…any way you’d like.”

He drops the rope, entirely disinterested, “Spread your legs and touch yourself. Love on her for me. She must need it bad by now.”

You obey instantly, earning a lazy smile in reward. But as quick as that smirk appears, it vanishes, when he leans in close enough to brush your nose with his own, while you circle your clit with faint pressure, careful not to get greedy.

“I don’t need rope, sweetheart.” He hushes like a secret “You will stay where I put you. You will lie still when I say so, and you will move when I say so. You will do as you’re fucking told, or you will suffer the consequences. Are we clear?”

Leaning in, your tongue laps over his lips, desperate to taste him…he takes momentary pity on you and offers the tip of your tongue a gentle suck before straightening.

Wandering over to the dresser, he begins digging around in your top drawer, shuffling satin and lace around, searching. “I’m thinking of filling your pretty mouth up. You look so lovely with my cum dripping off your lips.”

A sound of wanton anticipation whines out of you. “You like that? You want to get down on your knees and ask forgiveness? Prove how sorry you are with a cock in your mouth?”

He’s fucking obscene, and you plan to relish every second of his condescending filth. You sigh shakily in confirmation and lick the lips he spoke of so indecently, eager to get on with it.

“Well, it sounds like you want it, so I suppose that isn’t much of a punishment at all, now is it?” At last he turns, and you drink in the beauty of his face.

“Put these on.” A scrap of fabric lands on the duvet beside you.

Fingers clasped around white silk, your eyes squint in question. “You’re asking me to get dressed? I thought we were moving in another direction here, Kiszka.”

He is across the room in a blink, grip locked around your chin. “Watch your tone, miss mouth. You’re toeing a line you don’t want to cross, I promise you.”

The brat in you shoves up her sleeves, ready to get to work. “Or what? Are you going to bend me over and spank my ass until I beg you to stop?”

The light in his eyes snuffs out, leaving only a menacing darkness that sets your pulse to racing as he slowly leans in. Lips caressing the shell of your ear, he strokes a thumb down the swell of your breast. “No, Sweetheart, I’ll bend you over and fuck your ass until you beg me to stop.”

A sigh of a gasp escapes you, fluttering his hair.

He straightens and casually pets your hair, “But we don’t need to worry about that, do we? Because you’re going to be a very good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to be the best girl - all for me, isn’t that right?”

Your response comes immediately, and without thought. “Yes, sir.”

“You see?” He smiles, booping your nose with the tip of his finger. An innocent, cuddly act that doesn’t match the tone of the room “My baby girl has such manners. Now,” he swats a finger at your cheek, “put your panties on.”

“Why?” You’re doing as you're told even as you question him.

With an off handed air, he answers, as if bored with your inquisitiveness. “Because I’d like to taste your cunt on them, that’s why.”

“Please?” Oh, how fucking pathetic you are - and oh, how little you care.

“Please what?” He is so quiet, so tender, as he sinks to his knees before you, you can almost trick yourself into believing he’s going to give in.

“They’re on.” You snap the elastic at your hip and fall back on the bed, nestling into the cool cloud of blankets and sheets beneath you. “Taste me on them. I want your mouth.”

He hums softly, the back of his knuckle trailing over your clit as it aches in desperation. “You’re beautiful everywhere, aren’t you? My pretty, pretty girl. Don’t you wish for a kiss, baby? Wouldn’t that feel nice? Soft and slow? Right here on this perfect clit?”

His fingers wander with just enough intent to make your hips rock as he gazes down between your thighs “Sweet and swollen. Just wants to be spoiled a little, doesn’t she?”

Nodding eagerly, you fist at the blankets, grounding yourself. “Please,”

“You want my mouth?”

Suddenly, you have it. His tongue, like warm, wet satin, laps over you through the scant material you’ve already soaked. “Like that, baby?”

He sounds so smug “is that how you want it? Or do you want it like this…” his fingers peel your panties aside to allow his tongue to wander along freely.

A muffled hum chokes it’s way out of your chest “Yes, baby, please. Don’t stop…” your hips thrust up to meet him “More...”

“Aw, sweetheart…” he taunts, landing a cruel smack against your center that makes your thighs snap together “and you were doing so well, too. Bossy gets you nowhere, little girl.”

Shoving your legs apart, the pad of his thumb circles over the dripping material that is, once again, concealing your clit. “Think you can cum like this?” He sounds so casual, as though he’s asked you for the time. “If I touched you and licked you just like this?”

As his face draws nearer, you begin to pant…breathing lust heavily into the room. “Yes! Yes! Please, Jake…”

His eyebrows raise, mockingly pondering your face as you stare down at him, silently willing him into action “But I’m not even really touching you. I’m touching your panties, that’s all. Are you really that pitiful? Needy little pussy, dripping and begging.”

“Fuck!” Your fist tangles in his hair, tugging at it urgently and without care.

He hisses at the burn of the sting - the flash of pain he has never hidden his affections for - and then there are both of his hands, wrapped around your throat carefully. Ever mindful to never hurt you in a manner unintentional. To never get carried away and leave a mark he hadn’t thought out, coaxed a tear he didn’t anticipate.

You’re left to whine under his wicked glare until, at last, his voice comes…guttural and threatening, yet still glazed in velvet, lush and rich. “Fucking behave yourself. I won’t tell you again.”

His grip tightens, locking you in the warm vice of his hands. He sees the insubordinate gleam in your eye, and he’s warning you, though he knows it will do no good. “And if I don’t?”

The second you speak, you wish you hadn’t. He isn’t the only one who can read the thoughts behind your eyes, and a poisoned malevolence is darting about in his.

“If you don’t,” he offers you a cruel tip of his brow, like he thinks the answer should be obvious. “If you don’t, I’ll make you watch her preen, pretty and sweet, with my cock down her throat.”

You ought to be ashamed for the way your body writhes and throbs at the very idea of it, but you’ll worry about that some other time.

“You’re evil,” you breathe.

He seems amused as his thumb begins to stroke over your pounding jugular, “Am I?”

“Yes.” You’ve never wanted him more.

“Well then, pretty girl…” his tongue snakes up the side of your cheek, “welcome to hell.”

~

Hours may have ticked away, or perhaps just minutes. It’s entirely plausible that time stopped its monotonous shuffle all together, and you’re now floating in limbo.

There is no way to tell. There is only Jake.

Jake, as he moves above you slowly, deliberately - tangled waves of silken chocolate gently swaying, creating a hazy curtain of his scent around you as your vision blurs.

“Harder, baby…” your words are quiet, barely a whisper, and pointless. “Please.”

“Shut up.” He hushes back as if confessing his love. “I’ll fuck you harder when I decide you deserve it.”

You shouldn’t do it. It’s manipulative, and underhanded. You do it anyway. “Did you really want her?”

You know he didn’t, you’re simply aiming to weaken his resolve. It backfires in a way you’d never expect.

“How do you know I didn’t have her?’ He taunts mercilessly, slipping his thumb in your mouth to pry it open. He speaks into it, licking and sucking at your lips and tongue between vicious words, still sliding in and out of you at a maddeningly slow clip.

“How do you know I didn’t go home with her?” He eases his thumb into your mouth for you to suckle comfortingly “Maybe, while Daniel was tucking you into bed, I was tucking my cock inside her?”

“Liar.” You choke out through a moaning clench around him.

A feral sound growls out of his lungs as you squeeze up tight. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t think about it. You were being so mean. Maybe I wanted her because she looked at me like I hung the moon and made her little pussy all wet and messy.”

Your teeth bury themselves into his flesh, but he merely curls his thumb and pries your bite open.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” With a blissfully swift snap of his hips he fucks into you a little harder. “You don’t wanna play in the kitchen anymore now that the heat’s caught up with you?”

Your hands move to latch onto his shoulders through the shirt he has refused to remove, his pants are only unbuttoned and shoved down far enough to slip inside of you, he says it’s all you’ve earned.

Yes, your hands reach for him, but he puts a stop to it with a harsh, clipped, order. “Hands down. Now.”

Palms once again flat against the bed at your sides as you’ve been instructed, he carries on fucking you, filling the room with your desperate moans and whines, and his bullshit lies.

“I wanted to put my hand on her waist right here,” he tucks into the dipping curve just above your hip and grips tighter and tighter, tugging you closer. “Yeah, right here, just like this. Just the way you like. Right where I grab you when you’ve been a good enough girl to take it hard.”

He can feel the muted fury seize your muscles up tight while your heart begins to pound a hyper-beat of fiery madness, and he jabs at you further with a taunting grin, smoothing his palm flat up your trembling skin sweetly until the globe of your breast is cupped in his hand. “And I’d have done it, baby girl. I’d have fucked her, but I knew you’d smell her on me…perfume that wasn’t yours, the scent of her skin, of her pretty cunt…”

“Fuck you,” the blow comes out of left field, even to yourself, and lands hard upon his cheek.

He fights the recoil and nuzzles into it, body humming with electric lust. “You’re so mean, sweetheart. Do it again.”

“Please!” The sobbing need turns your plea into a prayer, fraught with the desperation he has grown completely addicted to.

It rips a carnal, raspy groan out of his chest. He is full of lies, and he knows it just as well as you do. He needs what only you can give. You’ve rendered him a man willing to do anything to get even just a taste of the way you love him.

But, Jake loves the game, as well.

His warm clutch, rough from the unforgiving metal of strings, closes around your throat once more, eyes fluttering when a moan chokes out of you.

You sound like angels sighing, but he doesn’t allow himself to be lost completely, lest you win this round.

“I said, do it again.” Teeth clenched, his demand comes with authority that leaves no room for defiance.

He steels himself to absorb the blow, but his cock twitches wildly inside you upon the cracking impact and you can’t help yourself. “You like that? You sick fuck.”

A grin, flashing and gorgeous, settles upon his beautiful lips. It steals the moment, shaping it into something new, something softer.

“You fucking love it. You want me to hit you back, I can see it in your eyes.”

You can’t hide anything from him - never could. He reads you with astonishing ease; fingertips racing deftly over the tiny blips of braille that map your thoughts. The rushing thump of your pulse spoken word poetry whispering secrets to him.

“I do.” Your confession slips off your tongue with quiet confidence. You are safe with him.

He caresses your face gingerly, adoring you with a feather-light touch you haven’t asked for, “I’d never hit you, baby. I don’t want to.”

A frown that you try to fight pulls at your lips, eliciting the softest chuckle from him, baptizing you in his love. He is your sweet Jakey again. Just that quickly. You don’t know whether to rejoice or mourn. “She pouts because I refused to mar her lovely face. Scandalously filthy, sweetheart.”

You take advantage of that pout he can’t seem to resist, “Fuck me harder now, sir. I need it, baby.” Sir and baby intermingle strangely, but something about it works.

“Yeah? You need it?” He begins moving faster, roughly jerking his hips back until only the silken tip of his cock rests inside you before driving back in, punching a cry of relief out of your lungs each time, over and over and over.

“Let me touch you…” you’re panting and struggling to speak.

“Go ahead, baby,” he sounds so gentle, but he dips down and bites into your neck viciously, releasing only to groan your praises as your fingers lace into his wild tangles “there’s my good girl, there’s my good fucking girl.”

He sweeps airy kisses over the apples of your cheeks, each in turn. “Pretty little piece of heaven, just for my cock. All snug and soft, aren’t you, sweetheart? My girl.”

Nodding in frantic agreement - you are his girl. You couldn’t be anyone else’s - you raise your head and press your forehead to his shoulder, wailing against the cotton of his shirt as you bite into it…so close you can nearly taste the grainy, sugary sweetness of your long awaited release.

“Cum for me pretty, baby.” His demands are breathing out of him tenderly now…gentle as the rain that’s still tapping at the windows. “And say my name, it sounds so beautiful on your tongue. Makes my heart hurt.”

You know what he means, sometimes there is too much love between the two of you. It batters itself against the cages of your hearts. Enormous and overwhelming, threatening to split you wide open at the seams of your very souls…it is too much, and it is never enough.

And you do; you call his name. Chanting it like the chorus of your favorite song, pressing it into the cracks in the wood, etching it into the glass with your cries, so this room, this house, never forgets the love it once held.

The house will remember him as well, the pained sounds that claw out of him wildly as he fucks you through it, and lets go, sinking into you as though he’d like to disappear inside you completely.

This is all that matters. Jake. You. Love.

You’re both breathing up at the ceiling, hands clasped between you as you hunt down some semblance of calm.

“The stew.” You remember, too tranquil to really care.

He sounds just as serene as you do, “Took it off the heat before I came up.”

You squeeze his hand in silent thanks. “We’ll go down and eat soon. I’ll heat up the bread I picked up and…”

Trailing off, you don’t finish your sentence, but he’s crossed over into half-sleep as well, so there’s no one to notice.

Some time later, you blink slowly awake, confused by the darkness in the room. He stumbles his way back to consciousness soon after, and the night settles in with you curled in his lap on the back porch, sharing a bowl of stew - the rain, now nothing more than mist, dancing on the grass.

Taglist: @gretasintrees @greta-van-chaos @celestialfauna @s0livagant @groggyvanfleet @kiszkathecook @brokenbellz @llightmyllovee @doodle417 @seventieswhore @jake-kiszkas-smirk @weightofdreams-gvf @imdepressedaf1996 @alisonwonderland29 @gretavanfleas @gretavangroove @sparrowofthedawn @xserenax-13 @tbagggvf @obetrolncocktails @tripthelightjaketastic @jakeslovehandles @poofyloofy @70sgroupielovr @heatmyfleet @age-of-nyahh @sammiboo162 @spicedandicedtea @jakekiszkasleftnutsack @saoirsemaeve @mywickeddivinity @lvnterninthenight @paintmyhouse @tripthelightfandomtastic @tripthelight-fanfic @mckenna4 @sarakay-gvf @theweightofjake @joshsmama @sammysvanfeet @rhythm-of-space @highladyofasgard

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van smut #greta van fic #gvf fic #jake gvf #fanfic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka smut #gvf jake #jake kiszka imagine #jake greta van fleet

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Late night post! (Well late for me anyways) Have part 13! Take it! Get it out of my docs! Need any refreshers? There’s a summary here in part 1.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, Danny Wagner x Jake Kiszka ***more delusional slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only dear god!! Lots of sexual content, m/m sex including some oral and fingering, dirty talk?, drinking, angst, infidelity, love triangles, third person POV Jake and Danny, restaurant AU. I didn’t have time to edit this much so please forgive me!

Word count: 5.6k

Danny told Jake just about everything that had happened. About how he and Sam seemed to never be on the same page, about their fights, and about the most recent one where Sam had basically broken up with him before his trip. He left out the details about a lot of their fights being about Sam bringing up Jake. He was beating himself up enough about it all, he didn’t need Jake trying to martyr himself by shouldering the blame for Danny’s sake.

“Sounds like you need a drink, and a strong one” Jake offered Danny after he’d gathered himself long enough to start feeling a little embarrassed about showing up at his door like this and crying up a storm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I’ll need to drive home” Danny replied, though he didn’t make a move to get up off the couch.

“Don’t worry, stay in Josh’s room”. It felt weird for him to keep referring to it as ‘Josh’s room’ when it had been so long since he stayed in there, but spare bedroom just didn’t sound right either. “You shouldn’t go home alone like this anyways”.

“You aren’t expecting any company?” Danny questioned. He hadn’t seen Kim at work today, so he kind of assumed she might be here. In fact, now that he was pretty sure it was just him and Jake alone in his apartment, he felt even more awkward.

“No, I’m not” Jake cracked a small smile, standing to make his way to the kitchen. “Kim is out with her nephew. Last I heard they were making their way to the third bar on their itinerary”.

Danny got up to follow Jake, thinking that drink did sound pretty good. “Oh, Noah right?”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid. We've had dinner a couple of times” Jake responded, pulling some glasses out from the cabinet followed by a recently opened bottle of bourbon.

“Nice bottle” Danny commented as he watched Jake pour two doubles. Jake always had some sort of expensive nice liquor to pull out in times like this.

“Paul gifted it to Kim for Christmas”, Jake tried to hand Danny his glass while taking a long sip of his own.

“Oh, we shouldn’t be drinking all of Kim’s liquor then” he tried to decline now that he knew where it came from, but Jake insisted, shoving the glass into his hand and taking the bottle back with him into the living room.

“She doesn’t like bourbon” he replied proving just how little Paul really knew about her if that’s what he got her for Christmas. Jake took his seat back on the couch and waited for Danny to do the same. “Besides, I would be thoroughly surprised if we went through this whole bottle in one night”.

They didn’t drink the whole bottle, but they did make a pretty damn good dent in it as Jake told Danny stories about his time in culinary school and his first year working alone in the restaurant. He could tell Danny needed a distraction right now, so he talked on about anything and everything he could think of, just to keep the time passing by.

Danny had never heard Jake talk so much, but it seemed like the more he drank, the more he talked. It was comforting, Jake had plenty of cool and interesting and even funny stories that he wondered why he’d never heard them before.

He figured it was probably because Jake had already had someone to tell all these stories.

Just like Danny had Sam, Jake and Josh had no doubt shared plenty of late nights just like this, sitting on the couch together drinking, and knowing Josh probably laughing until their sides were stinging.

That’s how their real friendship had begun. Not because they’d started having sex together all these months ago, but because they were there for each other when they’d both lost the most important people in the world to them.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now if you don’t mind” Danny finally spoke up after a good few hours of just hanging out. It’s not like he wanted any space, the opposite in fact, but he knew if he didn’t say something now Jake would stay up all night with him and he didn’t want to be more of a burden than he already was.

Danny tried to stand, realizing exactly how much the bourbon had hit him when he lost his balance and began to tumble back down. He’d have surely bit the end of the coffee table if Jake hadn't been there to catch him, placing a hand against Danny’s chest and another under his arm and around his back to steady him.

“Woah there, let me help you up the stairs” Jake laughed. Not because Danny couldn’t hold his liquor, no Danny had a one night pass in his book to act as fucked up as he needed to without any judgement from him, but because he’d had just as much to drink so he didn’t know how he was going to help very much.

Danny’s skin prickled at the touch, but he tried to hide it as they walked towards the stairs, stumbling and laughing some more.

“Okay, you go up first and I’ll follow you” Jake slipped his arm out from underneath Danny’s and moved around behind him, nudging him in the back to take the first step.

“So if I fall I can take us both with me?” Danny giggled, looking over his shoulder with a loopy smile.

Jake’s voice caught in his throat at the sight of Danny’s bright toothy smile. He hadn’t seen him smile like that in a long time, but the blood swirling in his head carrying the alcohol through his veins was starting to really do the trick. Maybe he should just bring some blankets down and let him sleep on the couch?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Danny started up the stairs, making it more than halfway before pausing and rocking a bit. Jake snapped out of his momentary stupor and ran up the stairs after him. After placing his hands on his back again, he helped Danny the rest of the way up before they both let out an exhale of relief.

“Thanks,” Danny turned and wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, pulling him into a bear hug. “Thanks for everything Jake. You’re the fucking best”.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed” Jake pat his back a few times before pulling away and walking him towards the door to his room for the night. “Sheets are good, I can grab you another pillow if you want”.

Danny took the few steps his long legs needed to carry him into the room and flopped down onto the bed with a groan. It felt really good to be horizontal.

“Fuck, let me go grab you the trash can from the bathroom too. You better not barf on the bed okay!”

Danny waved him off, crawling further up onto the bed to get comfortable. He had nearly passed out already when Jake returned, placing the little trash can lined with a reused grocery bag on the floor and setting something down next to him. “You left these here a while ago”.

Danny opened his eyes to see a pair of pajama pants, ones he’d noticed had gone missing but wasn’t for sure where. Jake had kept them?

“Umm, thanks”. He picked up the old flannel fabric and sat up, pulling his shirt off first before Jake even left the room.

Jake’s face flushed at the sight of Danny shirtless. He knew better than to react that way, but he wasn’t exactly in the state right now to control himself very well. “Well, good night then” he reached around and scratched the back of his head, trying not to let how flustered he was all of a sudden be too obvious.

“Good night Jake” Danny replied, being in his right mind enough to wait to change his pants until after Jake left.

Jake let out a long sigh when he made it into his room, stripping out of his own clothes and sliding into bed. He knew letting Danny stay the night was dangerous, but he’d controlled himself very well.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about who was sleeping just across the hall. Tried not to hang that picture of Danny’s bare chest up at the front of his mind again as he drifted off to sleep.

Danny woke up early in the morning with a splitting headache. Hangovers didn’t usually hit him this hard, but he had drank a lot last night on a practically empty stomach, not having had the appetite to eat anything earlier.

He quietly rummaged through Jake’s bathroom cabinet, but he didn’t have anything in there that would help cut the pounding in his head.

After a knock on Jake's bedroom door went unanswered, he pushed the door open and stepped inside seeing that Jake was still crashed out on his bed. Face down with his blankets kicked to the edge clad in nothing but his boxers.

“Jake?” Danny shook his shoulder, causing Jake to return to the real world from unconsciousness just enough to respond “hmmn?” with his eyes still closed.

“Where do you keep your Tylenol? Asprin? Anything to kill this god awful headache”.

Jake limply tossed his arm further above his head and pointed towards his headboard, mumbling “book, blue book”.

Danny watched Jake, eyes shifting from where he laid unmoving up to the blue book and back down to him who looked like he’d already fallen back asleep. “You really need to find a new hiding spot” Danny whispered in a sigh to mostly himself as he braced a hand on the side of Jake’s bed and stretched out over him to try and reach the hollowed out book without actually waking him.

Once he successfully retrieved it he opened it to find Jake did have a small bottle of Tylenol inside now. Along with a few prerolls, his favorite lighter, and a new strip of condoms. A different brand than the ones he remembered him having. He guessed Jake and Kim got pretty busy.

Danny popped a few pills in his mouth, shuddering at how hard they went down without any water, and stretched to replace it on the headboard.

As he was concentrating on getting the book back into its spot, he felt the sheets pulling underneath his hand and the bed shifting as Jake rolled around onto his back.

Danny’s eyes slipped down, and saw that Jake was wide awake now, staring upwards at him with glowing amber orbs in the small amount of morning light that seeped through his heavy curtains.

Caught off guard, Danny dropped the book and it landed right on Jake’s forehead with a hard thump.

“Ow!” Jake reached up and rubbed the pain from his head, though he laughed a little at the absurdity of it. “You trying to give me a headache too?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Danny scrambled to pick it back up, though once it bounced off Jake’s forehead it fell to the other side of him so Danny had to really reach over him this time in an attempt to retrieve it.

“It’s ok” Jake giggled again, reaching up to grasp onto the arm stretched in front of his face.

All the hairs on Danny’s arm stood up at Jake’s touch, and he forgot the book again as he looked at Jake once more.

He wasn’t sure what came first, the pull on his arm, or him careening forward, but either way they both ended up with their lips on each other.

It was fast and desperate the way Jake pulled on him any way he could to get Danny onto the bed with him, and the way Danny quickly slipped out of his pants as he crawled forward letting his body come to rest fully on top of Jake’s.

Jake was mewling into Danny’s mouth with every flick of his tongue against his own. The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was all tongue and teeth as the two fought for control, both taking head then giving away to the other like waves of a storm chopping together in the middle of a dark ocean.

Neither questioned what they were doing. They knew. This had been brewing all night and by this point neither doubted that they wanted it, especially when Jake took hold of one of Danny’s hands and pushed it past the waistband of his boxers letting Danny feel how painfully hard he already was.

Jake held the hand there with an iron tight grip on his wrist as he rocked his hips forward, fucking himself already against Danny’s palm just to ease a bit of the building pressure.

Danny’s voice finally broke the silence between them as he smirked at the lewd display below him. “Are you going to let me actually touch you? Or are you going to cum just like this?”

Jake replied without losing a beat, unphased, “still ever the charmer I see”. He wasn’t ashamed of his behavior right now. He was always the type to take what he wanted without apologizing.

“Do I need to teach you patience again?” Jake spoke again, which Danny thought was cheeky considering he was the one still grinding against his hand.

“To hell with patience” Danny groaned, leaning forward to steal another fierce kiss. Patience hadn’t gotten him anywhere lately, and if he was already sinning then he might as well drink the whole damn bottle.

“Look at us Danny. We’re already there” Jake snickered against his lips. “Welcome to hell”.

That’s what the Kiszkas were, Danny thought, angels straight from hell here to pull him into the depths. That was okay though, he was letting it happen because he always thought he’d be going to hell for one reason or another. He just thought it’d be with Sam.

Sam, oh god Sam, he flashed through Danny’s mind. Not as the temptation he used to be, but as a warning message. Like Danny’s conscience was trying to give him one last chance to see what he’d be giving up if he chose to continue now.

Jake could tell a battle was raging through Danny’s mind by the way his body stiffened and his gaze grew distant. He stopped all his movement and let go of Danny’s hand now, giving him the opportunity to pull away if that's what he wanted. “Hey, talk to me, are you alright?”

“Did you ever think about me while we were with them?” Danny questioned out of the blue, referring to being with Sam and Kim.

Jake’s face turned a shade of red that nearly matched his sheets as he remembered all the times he’d fantasized past his better judgment about being with Danny like this again. “Yeah Danny I did, quite a bit”.

Suddenly Jake grew insecure, not because of his confession, but because he remembered now his first time with Danny. The way he’d asked Danny to and let him think about Sam while he fucked him. He’d been okay with it at the time because he didn’t see another way to get Danny in bed with him. This time was different, it had to be after everything that happened. Jake didn’t want to just be a placeholder anymore.

Despite how much he did want to be with Danny Jake was prepared to back away this time if that was still the case, but Danny’s face softened and he looked almost relieved, “I… I did too”.

Jake relaxed again, settling back into his mattress as he wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders. “You did what exactly?” Jake knew what Danny meant, but he wanted to hear him say it clearly as Jake’s own voice returned to its suave tone.

Danny smiled, catching on quickly to Jake’s game. He let his body relax as well, slotting their legs together and grinding his hips down. Jake's grip on his shoulders tightening as they both slipped right back into their trance.

“I thought about you too” Danny clarified, letting his hands find purchase on Jake’s hips to hold him in place and grind down harder causing them both to moan softly.

“Tell me” Jake commanded as he pulled Danny down even closer, “tell me what you thought about”.

“How about I show you?” Danny suggested, letting go of Jake and reaching around to pry his arms off him.

Once he successfully freed himself he looked down at Jake again, almost waiting to see if he would say something else. Something to stop him this time, but Jake only watched him expectantly, biting at his lip as he watched Danny descend down his body.

Danny placed Jake’s wrists one over the other and held them against his lower stomach as his other hand went to work pulling Jake boxers down low enough to free his entire length.

Danny’s eyes flicked forward as he placed a chaste kiss just to the tip, and Jake didn’t shy away. He just stared holes into the top of Danny’s head, trying to keep himself steady as Danny took him in.

It’s like breath wasn’t even necessary the way Danny sucked and kissed and licked with expert skill. Fuck, he had learned a lot since the first time. There was only one problem.

The small ropes of muscle in Jake’s wrists flexed against Danny’s grip. “Danny, wait” he pleaded, twisting his wrists against his stomach.

“What, is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Danny started to panic. Waiting for Jake to push him off. To tell him he couldn’t go around in a circle like this, but Jake only squirmed underneath him, twisting his wrists harder.

“I want to be able to touch you”.

Danny’s panic subsided immediately when he saw Jake’s expression as he released his hands. Jake’s eyes burned like coals as he reached up and cupped his face, pulling him back down into a fiery kiss that reignited a fire between them they didn’t even know still smoldered.

“My turn” Jake lifted onto his elbows and pushed on Danny’s shoulder, causing him to fall to the side. “Don’t you want to know what I thought about you?”

“No Jake,” Danny replied with a mischievous grin as he made himself comfortable on his back now. “I want you to show me”.

“Good” Jake replied, placing a quick kiss to the center of Danny’s chest before jumping off the bed. “Wait there a sec”.

“Jake?” Danny called in confusion. Sitting up, his eyes followed Jake’s form as he trotted across his bedroom to his dresser.

He pulled open the top drawer and pushed a few things around before reaching in towards the back. “My other hiding spot”. Danny could see his smirk on his face from across the room. So Jake was awake enough to hear him earlier. After he found what he was looking for he walked slowly this time back towards Danny on the bed. Stalking like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

“Gonna need this” Jake tossed whatever was in his hand towards Danny, who had to think quickly to catch it before it hit him. It was his tiny bottle of lube. “You want to be on your back or on your knees?”

“How did you picture it?” Danny asked, because he didn’t mind either way. He just wanted, no needed, Jake to get back into the bed with him as quickly as possible.

“Turn over” Jake requested. Danny caught a glimpse of him pulling his boxers all the way off before crawling back over to him as he obliged and positioned himself on his elbows and knees.

“Just like this?” Danny wanted to make sure he was getting the picture right to live out Jake’s fantasy as he handed him back the bottle.

“God- just like this” Jake groaned as he lubed up his fingers and placed one hand against Danny's tailbone, bringing the other to his entrance. Delicately, he danced his fingers around, adding more pressure with each passing motion until he was slipping one inside and Danny was letting out a sigh of relief.

Danny rocked back against Jake’s hand, trying to get him to reach that spot deep inside that he knew would have him unraveling fast. “Jake, more. Please, I want another”.

“Shhh” Jake consoled him, but did push harder, moving his hand on Danny’s lower back to grip his hip for support. “Remember what I told you about patience?”

Danny whimpered, and let his head fall between his arms, looking down to see his hard throbbing cock bouncing with each rock of his hips backwards. “Can I at least touch myself?”

Jake chuckled lowly, reveling in the lack of shame or embarrassment coming from the man below him. He was completely bent to his will after the use of just one of his fingers. “Well, since you thought to ask. Go ahead”.

Danny reached between his chest and the sheets, finding himself with a groan as he tugged, just lightly, he didn’t want to get too carried away.

As soon as he felt the throbbing subside and turn into pure pleasure, he gasped slightly at the introduction of another one of Jake's fingers. He was so focused on relieving himself he didn’t even have the chance to prepare for Jake’s next move and the feeling was so overwhelming he let his hand fall away.

“Why’d you stop touching yourself?” Jake teased as his fingers picked up their pace.

“Because it feels too good” Danny whined again right as Jake pressed in far enough to catch that sweet spot. “Right there! Jake right there!”

Jake leaned over Danny’s crumpled body, sticking his nose right into the disheveled curls behind his ear. “Relax,” he whispered, pressing his hips against Danny’s ass and rocking them forward with every thrust of his fingers, “we don’t want you cumming just yet. I’ve barely gotten started”.

“Fuck Jake, then fuck me already. I can’t hold out much longer”. Danny begged, reaching around to grab onto the fleshy side of Jake’s hip.

“Damn Danny, you really do need it don’t you? Did my brother not fuck you good enough?”

Danny shivered underneath him at his choice of words. Sam only ever brought Jake up to start an argument, but Jake didn’t shy away from the matter. Instead he wielded it like a weapon, taking his best aim at Danny with his third finger positioned before inevitably pulling the trigger and pushing inside.

Before Danny could think of a way to respond, his mind was being filled with white noise at the stretch. He could feel his mouth was open, his jaw hanging loose, but he couldn’t tell if any noise was coming out.

Minutes might have passed, or mere seconds, either way all he knew was Jake was pulling his fingers out slowly, using the leftover lubricant to coat himself up before walking forward on his knees until he was situated perfectly for just the right angle.

“Take a deep breath for me” Danny heard through the sound of his heart beat pounding in his ears. Though he couldn’t be sure if it had come from Jake, or somewhere deep within himself. Once he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he exhaled and Jake pushed inside, slowly, matching his pace with Danny’s breath.

“You’re even better than I imagined” Jake groaned, steadying himself when he was sheathed all the way inside, letting Danny adjust. “What do you think? Am I living up to your standards?”

“I don’t know” Danny responded when he’d gathered himself enough to form coherent sentences again, let alone banter back and forth. “I need you to move first then I’ll find out”.

Jake pulled out and gave an experimental thrust back in, “you want me to ruin you don’t you?” He hoped that he wasn’t going too fast, but he too was reaching his own mental limit. “Want me to make it so that you can’t ever think of anyone else fucking this tight ass?”

Danny responded this time with a moan, balling Jake’s sheets up into his fists until his knuckles were turning white. He wanted to cum already, and surely any slight touch to his leaking cock would send white ropes of release across those same sheets.

He didn’t want this to end yet though, so he kept his grip tight and his hips high as Jake really started thrusting, taking Danny’s continuous moans as the green light to increase the momentum.

The ability to talk escaped the both of them as the room was filled instead with the nefarious sounds of their harmonious moaning and the snapping of Jake’s hips against the back of Danny’s thighs.

“So good. Fuck Danny you’re so good” Jake moaned with each unrelenting thrust.

“I want to cum” Danny begged, feeling his knees starting to slip, and he knew as soon as he was able to grind into the mattress it’d be game over.

Just as he thought his body might give out, Danny felt Jake pull out completely causing him to cry out at the loss. “Roll over, I want to see your face when I make you cum”.

Jake helped Danny back onto his back, grabbing his legs and nearly bending the taller man in half as he reentered from the new position. It took some situating at first, especially with the size difference, but soon enough Jake was thrusting again at an even faster pace hitting the same spot Danny was reeling from earlier.

“You gonna cum for me now? I can feel you clenching around me”. Though his thrusts were quick, his rhythm was staggering. He knew as soon as he felt Danny let go then he wouldn’t be far behind him.

Danny had to admit, he did prefer this view. The perspiration on Jake’s skin seemed to sparkle under the single ray of sunshine that broke through the curtains. He was like some sort of supernatural creature in his beauty and Danny was dazed in awe as he watched Jake let go of one of his legs and run his thumb up his chest to collect a stray bead of sweat.

“Jake-” Danny panted out quickly, trying to get his attention before it was too late and the building tension in the pit of his stomach snapped. “Will you kiss me?”

Jake nearly lost it right there, the need and desperation in Danny’s voice and expression enough to send him hurtling towards his finish as he leaned forward and connected their lips. With that, and the two more expertly delivered blows to his sweet spot, Danny was spilling out between them.

Jake was eating up every little moan and cry straight from Danny’s mouth as he steadied his hips to a slow rock, waiting until Danny had come down from his orgasm until he pulled out and finished right on top of Danny’s.

Tired and spent, Jake collapsed on top of Danny, lazily placing open mouthed kisses to his chest as Danny wrapped his arms around him and hummed his content.

“You want to stay here a little bit longer?” Jake questioned, slipping his arms around Danny’s chest and listening in on his heart slowing back down to a normal beat.

“I’ve got to work later, but I can stay until then” Danny replied, closing his eyes and stretching his body, accessing the damage now that the high was wearing off. He might have overdone it a bit, guess it was a good thing he took some Tylenol beforehand.

“You alright?” Jake asked when he heard Danny wince slightly.

“Yeah, just a little sore is all” he replied, placing a finger underneath Jake’s chin to lift his face for one more peck. “Worth it though”.

“Was I too rough on you?” Jake didn’t think he’d pushed him too hard, but he was really wound up so maybe in his crazed state he had taken it a bit far.

Danny shrugged, “I assume this is how it is for everyone after their first time”.

Jake sat up suddenly, staring Danny down with a confused look on his face. “First time? But I thought… at Christmas you-” He stumbled over his words, the wheels in his head turning as he tried to piece two and two together.

Danny averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing. “I mean, we did things but never really got all the way”.

“Oh- okay then” Jake laid back down, choosing to lay on his side next to Danny this time and give his body some rest. He was surprised to hear Danny hadn’t ‘gone all the way’ or whatever with Sam considering he’d waited so long to be with him. On the other hand, he was honored Danny felt safe enough with him to let him be his first.

“Hey, how’s some food sound?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. He was pretty hungry after drinking all night, even more so now after that little morning workout.

Danny glanced down at the mess still drying across his stomach and added, “maybe a quick shower first?”

Danny stuck around with Jake for the rest of the day, not really doing much of anything but hanging out some more. He tossed his uniform in with a load of Jake’s laundry, including his sheets, and by the end of the afternoon he was getting ready to head to work.

“By the way, we don’t have to say anything to Kim if you don’t want to” Danny tried to casually mention as he dressed, buttoning up his shirt from the bottom up.

“Thanks” Jake replied, arms and legs crossed as he leaned in the door of the bedroom Danny currently occupied. He pushed off the wooden frame and walked towards Danny, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t think we should tell Sam either”.

“Yeah, probably not” Danny agreed. If Sam already hated the idea of them having been together before, he absolutely would not take this well.

Danny didn’t feel bad about what they’d done. If anything he wished circumstances would be different so he could feel good about it. Instead he was just left in the void.

He didn’t want to make anyone choose between him and someone else again. Kim was a good friend to Danny, and her relationship with Jake seemed to be going well compared to his own, so if this morning had to just be their dirty little secret then so be it.

The only thing that did bother Danny was how calm Jake was about it the whole day. He had stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Jake made them breakfast after, trying not to seem too out of place. He sometimes felt awkward after sex, like the first time, or with someone new, or like now what was in a sense his first time again. Only this time the awkwardness didn’t come from his insecurities, it came from the futile attempt to feel normal again after sharing such intimacy with someone like he had with Jake.

“One last kiss before you go?” Jake asked when Danny finished dressing.

Though they spent the whole afternoon together, they’d kept their distance since leaving Jake’s bedroom. He worried if there would be a time when they would be close like that again, so he figured asking now might be his only chance. “For good measure?”

Danny gave him a half smile and met him at the edge of the bed, placing both hands on his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed a kiss into his lips. Jake sighed into the kiss, reaching up to dig the tips of his fingers into the nape of Danny’s neck, trying not to mess up his hair before he had to leave.

“I’ll see you around then yeah?” He tried to act casual again when Danny pulled away despite the way his heart skyrocketed with just that one simple kiss. He’d been holding it together all day, reminding himself over and over that this didn’t have to mean anything. He couldn’t get his hopes up because he knew that things couldn’t be this simple. He and Danny couldn’t just be together, not with everything they had going on. So he had to act casual.

For the next couple of days that Sam was gone Danny kept in contact with Jake. At work and over the phone when he was home alone. He steered clear of visiting him at his apartment again though. Better to stay away from that temptation especially when he was still riding the high from their one morning together.

The day finally came that Sam was returning from California. Danny had also stayed in touch with Sam a bit, so they had made plans for Danny to pick him up from the airport.

Sam’s flight landed early, or at least that’s what the flight information boards at baggage claim said when Danny arrived to wait for him.

“Daniel!” Sam’s voice called from the crowd quickly approaching him. His eyes searched through the unfamiliar faces until he locked eyes with Sam who was all but running towards him with his arms outstretched.

“Hey Sam!” Danny exclaimed, more happy to see him than he’d thought he’d be when Sam jumped into his arms and placed a big kiss right on his lips.

Danny placed his hands on Sam’s waist and took a step back to steady himself. This was certainly not the greeting he’d been expecting.

“LA was amazing Daniel!” Sam gleamed up at him, giving him another loving kiss, “you’re going to love it!”

@alwaysonthemend @psychedelicstardust-gvf @heckingfrick @twistedmelodies

#Greta van fic #Greta van smut #Greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #Janny gvf #sanny gvf

[nostalgiaruinedme]

Hello!! Since you know a lot about tmnt lore I was wondering who your pick for the time traveller would have been? I only watched 2012 I remember the lady who Mikey was fond for and the rabbit usagi

Hi!!! Before I start I wanna thank u for this ask. It was so much fun to answer!

My first pick would’ve definitely been Renet, since she’s already established as a time travelling character in multiple iterations of tmnt - it would’ve been a great call back to IDW, 2003, AND 2012!!! Plus, Rise needs more female characters! They have a lot of great minor female characters but they never developed them too much (probably due to being cut short :( ) Not to mention, Renet is just such a sweet character and I would’ve LOVED seeing her interactions with Rise Mikey!!! Rise Mikey needs some friends and they could’ve been besties. Hes never really had a friend his age who meets his energy and optimism in Rise.

Renet I think would’ve been the best choice. BUT I do think some other characters could’ve made for an interesting movie too~

1. Mira

2012 did their mutant apocalypse arc so dirty. I can’t even BEGIN to list the number of things they did wrong…. But Mira is one thing they did right. She was a new, original character who became pretty much the adopted child of a turtle (Raph) and lived as an orphan beforehand alone in a wasteland. SHE WOULD’VE MADE SUCH A GREAT MENTEE CHARACTER!!! The Rise movie is already showing to have a lot of call-backs to the 2012 Mutant Apocalypse arc by the looks of the trailer. Using Mira would’ve been a great addition.

2. Fugitoid

He’s time travelled before!!! Fugitoid is such a great character and he had the opportunity to give Donnie a mentor figure, which he never really had in Rise. Not to mention, Rise Donnie’s technology has never really been beat before? I think it’d be cool for him to meet a scientist from the future who is actually smarter/more advanced than him.

That’d have to be a very very minor thing or not mentioned at all tbh, since the movie already seems stuffed with plot... but I still think it’d be neat!

Aside from that, Fugitoid would’ve just been a great addition because he’s already been established before as a character fleeing the future to save the turtles from the end of Earth. They could give him a cool backstory with the Kraang as well, since the Kraang haven’t been fully established yet in Rise so there’s TONS of opportunities for worldbuilding. They couldve caused him to lose his physical body or mutated his home planet - he couldnt save his people, but he'd be damned if he'd see it happen again.

3. Bishop

Bishop has been both an antagonist and a friend of the turtles. There are so many possibilities to be done with him!!! He's someone who has reasons to hate the Kraang already and would've gladly gone back in time to stop them if needed. While Bishop isnt my favorite character and there are better choices out there, he'd definitely be an interesting one.

4. Mona Lisa

COME ON RISE HAS GOTTA BRING IN MONA SOMETIME

She couldve been a normal human in the future who got mutated in the apocalypse. We'd have to scratch the whole mentor arc thing since thatd be weird since shes kinda , historically, Raphs love interest... but it can be done without that.

Itd be interesting if she lost Raphael in the future and now she travels back to stop the Kraang from ever invading and sees he's still alive here.

Angst potential~

5. Danny Pennington

If Nick is desperate to bring in a cool new teenage guy character, bring in a NEW one at least! I honestly dont have any real profitable reason to argue that Nick shouldve used Danny because I think most forgot about his existence but. I liked his character. I vote we give him another shot.

Then we can give the fandom a scruffy, messy, teenage boy who wants to fight a lot without replacing another established character!! Come on guys Danny is RIGHT THERE he can be the scruffy wildly impulsive teen boy :(

#tmnt #rottmnt #asks #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie

[msfbgraves]

I presume that Daniel and Terry have a fairly active sex life in Mobverse lol. Which one of them craves it more though? If they’re in the mood, is there anything extra they do to turn the other on? Maybe wear something that they know turns the other on, dirty talk, press themselves against the other, fight then fuck it out, etc.? 

Terry always wants the last word on everything, it's almost pathological. I mean, not only is he a gangster, he wants to be a mob boss, over an ever expanding range of people. He enjoyed getting his young mate from "But I want to!" to "Then ask nicely," a lot. He also enjoys embarassing Daniel by making him ask exactly for what he wants in bed. "You want my hands where? My mouth where? Use your words, baby boy." But mostly they're very attuned to each other. Terry doesn't take "no" for an answer, that's an affront to his authority, but he does like granting permission for the desired alternative. He loves hearing "please", and we all know one of his catchphrases is "Say it." So if he keeps hearing "No" from Danny, that leads to fight and fuck out. Danny knows this. "No" is not the way to stop Terry doing things. "Please will you do X for me," is a lot more effective.

This of course also leads to Terry being very careful he doesn't get a hard no. If Daniel is very unwilling, there's usually something going on. Something Terry has to fix. Something he can rescue him from. Damn that gets him going. It even gets Daniel going. And sometimes he simply doesn't ask. When either is likely very tired, or upset, or very worried, they just cuddle. (That sometimes leads to making out anyway, but Terry is not going to force that.)

If Daniel wants to get Terry going, the only thing he really needs to do is show him so affection, or admiration (Prompting "You like that, huh?" from Terry, like clockwork.) If he wants to rile him up, though, he either needs to make him feel very good about himself, or challenge him in some way. And Danny really likes the latter. Terry's head is quite big enough already, thank you. If Daniel really wants some quiet time and not sexytime, bring Terry a puppy to cuddle. That'll kill that mood, and it's good for all of them.

But they're both very young. They're quite happy to have sex, if the opportunity presents itself. Which is not that often remember, in a house full of pups and visitors.

#silverusso #mob au #knights and pawns #omegaverse

[cinnademon]

“Who needs fancy ghost powers when you can catch these hands?” (ง •̀_•́)ง

How do you draw someone who is both skinny and muscular??

#I watch some of Danny’s fights and I CRINGE #I mean I get that he’s an untrained 14-year-old #But damn Danny FIGHT DIRTY IF YOU HAVE TO #Ain’t no shame in taking low shots #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #johnny 13 #fight poses #phanart #my art #dinoposts #I'm a gentle soul I swear

[sammykiszkasunusedshoes]

Cabin Fever

Sam kiszka x reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: 3 words, enemies to lovers.

A/N: I wrote this last night at like 2 in the morning and just edited everything, I'm now realizing that it's not that good but I did promise this so. happy new years gift! enjoy (;

A small friend group that involves brothers, close friends, and even their lovers was a group who couldn't be separated. you never saw one person from the group without another. This very group consisted of seven souls that were tied together. Josh, Jake, Danny, Samuel, Mackenzie, Jita, and of course Y/N. Though this group wasn't to be reckoned with and it was hard to separate them, but there was two daring people that butted heads like two mountain goats fighting over grass. Y/N and Sam were those two fighters. It was a never ending feud between the two, every little thing sparked an argument. And the thing they were about to hear was gonna be the biggest set off they ever encountered. 

"And so, Danny and I decided that we all are going to go stay in a lovely cabin out by the mountains as a getaway we all gratefully needed!" Mackenzie blurted out with her bright smile. Everyone hollered at her remark, excited for the much needed getaway. Everyone except Sam. Y/N could handle this, all you needed to do was ignore Sam the whole time. Which you were very good at. 

"Like… everyone?" Sam asked with a scoff as he sent a glare your way as the word 'everyone' slipped out of his mouth. It annoyed you how sweet his voice sounded even though every daring word that slipped out annoyed you to the core. 

"Yes, everyone, Samuel." Danny said gently but with a sense of annoyance in his voice, knowing you and Sam were gonna cause a huge scene. Sam rolled her eyes as he crossed his arms, sinking lower into his seat. 

----

"Alright, I think that's everyone's bags!" Jake said happily while clapping his hands and rubbing them together. Everyone climbed into their selective seats until you were about to get in. You looked around the car noticing that there wasn't a single seat left. Jita also didn't have a seat but she didn't mind, she quickly sat onto Jake's lap with excitement. You bit the inside of your cheek trying to think of a solution. 

"Welp, there's no room for you Y/N, guess you can't go" Sam shrugged as he talked. 

"Actually, I think she can just sit on your lap Sammy. Since you decided you get the window seat, she sits on your lap." Josh remarked with a not so subtle smirk lining his lips. 

Sam took a deep breath In as your breath hitched from Josh's 'oh so genius' solution to this problem. 

"Just hurry up and get in the damn car, Y/N." Sam said in a low whisper, obviously angry at the situation. You carefully sat on his lap in a position where it wouldn't be too awkward for the both of you, or anyone else in that matter. 

----

A few hours into the drive, the sun had set and it was pretty dark out, everyone was sleeping besides you, and of course Danny as he was driving. You scrolled through your phone mindlessly trying to push away some dirty thoughts that lingered in your mind. You couldn't help it, there was always a sexual tension between you and Sam. And these bumps that Danny was hitting every 5 minutes was not helping your situation. Sitting on Sam's lap and these bumps? not a good mix. 

Suddenly there was a foreign weight on your shoulder and a tightness around your waist. In Sam's slumber, his head had fallen onto your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck as his nose rubbed against your ear, that immediately sent chills down your spine. And as his arms wrapped around your stomach, bringing you in closer as he snuggled into you made your breath hitch. You thought this was the worst possible thing, but oh you were so so wrong. When he pulled you closer he let out a slight whimper from moving. And that set off every alarm in your mind. You wanted to move, wake him up, anything to get you out of this situation. But, you were absolutely frozen. Like a deer in headlights. And you stayed in that exact position until Danny's driving came to a stop as you all finally reached your destination. 

You shyly turned your body, ever so slightly, and tapped Sam on the shoulder. "Sam.." You said in a whisper, but of course, no response. "Sam" You tried again, a little louder this time. "Sammy…" Your final try finally worked. Sam lifted his head looking around before his hand met his face to wipe the sleep away. He let his hand fall back around your waist until it finally hit him what he was doing. "Shit- I'm sorry Y/N. I uh.. I didn't mean to-" You cut him off by hopping out of the car. "It's fine." You responded, quickly grabbing your bag out of the truck and trekking inside the cabin. 

Since it was already so late, everyone quickly went into their rooms to call it a night. You on the other hand were right awake. You couldn't get the thought of Sam holding you out of your mind. 

Deep in thought as you were changing, you didn't even hear the knocking on your door. That was until Sam walked right in to your room. "Hey dipshit you forgot- ...whoa- I mean- shitshitshit" Sam quickly turned around covering his eyes as you whipped around. 

"Jesus Sam! have you ever heard of fucking knocking!" You pulled down your shirt and quickly ripped your phone out of his hand as you spit your words at him like poison. 

"I did fucking knock but you didn't answer! So I thought I'd be a gentleman and bring you your damn phone. A thank you would be pleasant." Sam replied with annoyance seeping through his words. 

"A thank you? After you just barged into my room while I was in my bra? No I think an apology would be pleasant, you idiot."  You slammed your phone down on the nightstand as Sam turned around looking at you. 

"Y'know, I've never understood why you are so annoying all the time but I think I've figured it out. you have a stick so far up your ass that you just literally can't be pleasant to be around for a second- I do something nice and you're biting my damn head off!" Sam spit out his words as he walked closer to you. 

"Oh like you have the room to fucking talk- how do you go from being an asshole to cuddling into me in the car, back to being an asshole!? You need some fucking therapy." You pointed your finger at him as you talked. Slowly walking closer to him and pushing your finger into his chest. 

He grabbed your wrist and slowly tilted his head at you. "Trust me Y/N." His tone went from regular volume to just above a whisper. "If I could have it my way, there would be a lot more of the cuddling, less of the fighting, and maybe some other… things, if you would open those fucking eyes of yours." He pushed your hand down and let go, taking a step back. 

Your eyes were wide open now. your mouth was agape. You were in complete shock at what he just said to you. Was this some sort of confession, or just some way to make you even more pissed off. "..what?" You asked. Your voice betraying you as it fell short into a shy like tone. 

"Jesus." Sam blew out the words with a breath as he grabbed you by the waist bringing you as close to him as possible and pressing his soft lips against yours. You were frozen again, but his lips quickly melted you as you started to kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck. you both pulled away for a breath. 

"I have been waiting to do this for so fucking long." Sam said, his eyes never leaving your lips. 

"What took you so long.." You asked quietly as your finger ran through his hair. 

"I thought you hated me, so it just became easier to turn my feelings for you into hatred as well.. to spare myself from getting hurt I guess." Sam said shyly, in all honesty he was terrified of his feelings. He had so much love to give and he wanted it all to be yours. 

"Kiss me again Sammy." You whispered.

"Don't have to tell me twice, dove" His lips quickly found yours again as a small smirk pulled at his lips from the nickname that came out of his mouth with ease.

 A simple kiss quickly turned into a make out session, that soon led to his hands roaming underneath your shirt. 

"HAHA, JAKE YOU OWE ME 50 BUCKS!" You and Sam both jumped and turned to the door seeing Josh standing in the doorway to your room with Jake running over. 

Both yours and Sammy's faces were a burning red, you buried your face into his chest and he pulled you closer to him, like a protective shield away from his humiliating brothers. 

#greta van fleet #sam kiszka #sam gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #sam kiszka gvf #gvf #sammy gvf #danny wagner gvf #greta van fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka gvf

[ffenton]

New Au!

(Danny Phantom x Fnaf crossover)

Danny working at the Freddy's Pizzeria Complex so I've made a list on what he will probably do

Danny would probably be working there for some money to pay bills and try to keep his apartment and raise Timmy (his little brother)

Danny has a dark past doesn't want to get into again

Danny is an Mechanic/computer wiz so that adds to the amount of tasks he has to do at work

Glamrock Bonnie was the first person Danny met when he started the job

Bonnie and Danny bonded in Bonnie-Bowl and became fast friends

Bonnie and the others kept Danny from not losing his mind and quitting

Danny has some supernatural powers he doesn't talk about

Danny would be night security with Venessa

Danny would most likely spend his free time in Bonnie bowl getting Strikes like the pro he is

Before Williams and Vannys tomfuckery started (and before Bonnie's decommission) Danny would hang out with Glamrock Bonnie the most

Danny knows damn well about all the haunting's/murders at Freddy's

Danny works both night shift and day shift so he's probably already tired as fuck

Danny drinks unhealthy amounts of espresso to stay awake at work

Danny fanboys over Freddy and friends advanced A.i

After everything goes to shit, Danny has a couple of mental breakdowns

Danny is sarcastic when his life's in danger to cope with his trauma

Danny will have fight two murderous bitches

Danny can see Ghosts (should of put this on top of the list)

Danny will probably team up with one of the main animatronics

Due to Danny's mechanic and computer skills he can unhack the animatronics

Danny will definitely have to fight Vanny for 80% of the night

Danny's favorite animatronics is Bonnie, Moondrop, Montgomery Gator and Roxanne Wolf

Danny will find hints that his "boss" is Michael Afton in the security servers and codes (I'll talk about Michaels return in a Fnaf AU I have later ;)

Danny almost loses his life several times to Vanny

Danny will have to build a weapon to protect himself

Eventually Danny does capture Vanny and throws away her weapons

Some Quote's Danny would say

"This is what I get for working at Freddy's"

"Dude I'm an Mechanic not a Pyrotection"

"I legit hate the storage units this place has, piles apon piles of robot corpses does not sit well with me"

"I'm starting to think our boss is an anomaly"

"I'm not gonna lie Vanessa this place is eerie at night"

"God I can't wait to bowl with Bonnie later"

"No it's not a date Vanessa it's just me and Bonnie hanging out getting strikes like the pros we are"

"looks like we're gonna get snowed in, damn the blizzard isn't letting up anytime soon"

"Oh har har Merry Christmas Vanessa"

"Did I just see glowing red eyes?"

"Wait- hold on Vanessa you found a kid?"

"Well the Pizzaplex is big enough for a kid to hide in"

"I can't believe I almost got killed by a furry"

"we're the hell is my walkie talkie?!?"

"you hacked the gang didn't you?"

"Vanessa I know you might not believe me but you have watch out for a killer that's dressed as a bunny that somehow got into the Pizzaplex"

"Vanny? Fuck talk about a doppelganger"

"Did- did I just saw one of those endoskeletons move???"

"My first night here and my life is already in danger.... typical"

"I'm NOT gonna die down here"

"Knowing that this place has poorly pit in defense plans for security Guards, looks like I'm gonna have make a weapon.

"One of advantages of being an Mechanic, is that you can plan on what your making"

"S-shit! That psycho stabbed me!"

"You w-wanna play dirty? F-Fine let's play dirty"

(Danny to Vanny)

"I got be honest you put up a hell of a fight but I can't just leave you here you'll probably escape and try and kill me again" (which happens anyway lmao)

(Vanny rambling on)

"I am not getting paid 50$ an hour for this"

"Hey Ya'know the best part about your ramblings? NONE OF IT."

"Please for the love of God, just shut up"

"This rabbit murderer is going to be the bain of my existence"

"I'm sick of your games already"

"I am so close to having a fucking mental breakdown do not test me!"

(Danny and the Animatronics)

"ok hold on Bonnie and me are on a competitive bowling match, this shit is gonna get intense"

"Bonnie called me Rockstar and I almost cried"

"I miss Bonnie too Freddy.... I miss him a lot"

"Ya the Golf course was fun except for Monty trying to KILL US"

"Man, Montgomery is one of my favorite animatronics and now I'm gonna see him in my nightmares"

"God Damnit now Moondrop is gonna be in my nightmares too"

"Holy shit his crawling on the ceiling RUN-"

"IM SORRY BUT I HATE DJ MUSIC MAN I HATE HIM SO MUCH"

"Anytime I'm around DJ Music Man, my anxiety level, rocket's through the fucking ROOF"

"This is most exhausting couple of fucking hours of my LIFE"

"I need more espresso"

"Welp, it's just us Roxanne"

"why is our bosses name deep in the security codes?"

"It will be fun to work at Freddy's! They said, you'll be FINE they said!"

"Ok I've reached the sewers, now I know I went too far down"

"How many layers does this place have??"

"I'm legit lost"

That's what I have for this AU for now, but I did hint some things about Michael Afton being the boss of the complex which leads to a fnaf Au I have called Glitch Michael!

In this AU Basically Michael has unfinished business with his father. Michael did the same thing William did, possessing a circuit board Fazbear Entertainment uses for Fnaf VR, but they use Michaels circuit board for a new presenter/security AI their making for the Pizzaplex, after the AI is finished and the Pizzaplex is fully built, Michael possesses the AI, now having full control of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex. Michael also build's strong relationships with the Glamrock crew especially with Glamrock Freddy. But behind the scenes Michael is making an Android so he can pass of as human. Michael has two forms AI form and Physical Form.

That's where i have to hold the Au's for now when the Security Breach eventually comes out then I'll add more ;) but for now I'll make a list for Michael like I did for Danny.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #michael afton #fnaf #danny fenton #vannyfnaf

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i inconsistently liveblog this bitch: hawaii five-0 s2 edition

danny visiting steve in prison this season:

kono my love ☹️

oooh chin saw wo fat at the governor’s funeral! hope this means he’ll stop doubting steve’s innocence

steve is so fine and for what

did we need a closeup of steve working out? no but they added it in anyway and i am so thankful they did

what the fuck

“putting more of your friends behind bars?” get him again for me danny

THIS SHOW ISN’T LETTING ME BREATHE

“zip it, kermit!” max’s little smile pls 😭

RACHEL’S GOING BACK TO STAN?! fuck fjgjgjfks

IT’S NOT HIS KID????? ikyfl

oh kono got caught? i’m so surprised

WHEW FIVE-0 IS BACK (kinda, kono is still gone)

wait was his dad working with wo fat????

hesse is dead and wo fat is the one who killed him because of course he is

KAYE??? FUCKING KAYE???? I FEEL SO BETRAYED

I LIKED HER SO MUCH WHAT THE FUCK

NOTHING AND I MEAN NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THAT

i never could have predicted that kaye is working with wo fat like i trusted her completely

steve and lori are def gonna fuck and i am here for it

wow kaye plays dirty

how could she take advantage of steve’s kindness and not feel an ounce of guilt?

“how long have you two been married?” 😭😭😭

kaye and her crocodile ass tears 🙄 wonder where she’s actually going

kono :(

rlly wanted lori to figure out that kaye was hiding something

i feel like they’re gonna test kono’s likability this season and i’m not here for it

so disappointed in kono

“why are tagging this guy a homicide?…’this guy’ it’s a hand” 😭

“those coins? they’re about as real as your tan” pls

i rlly hope kono used chin’s login on purpose

well she def didn’t use it on purpose

i felt joe was lying but damn i was hoping he wasn’t

i hope that little speech made kono feel like shit

so steve’s dad just wasn’t a good guy?

now why does kono have blood on her hand in this thumbnail 😩

seriously malia looks like chin’s mom

“where was that something special when he lost his badge?”oooh malia’s face was priceless

WOAH

lori 😭😭😭

KONO?! well fuck

WHAT

this episode is so intense my gawd

OH GOD something’s gonna happen to joe, huh?

MY GAWD

he deffo knew about mokoto bc of kaye and i can’t wait for them to finally figure it out

well that was definitely an…opening.

danny deserved that rock through his window tbh

max 😭😭

the dog thought his owner was home 🥺

NOT STEVE IN THE BACK 😭😭😭

chin got contact high fjgjfjdjs

wow okay exotic animals

OH MY GOD MAX REALLY DID IT 😭😭

i love kamekona so much 😭

i love when steve and danny fight like a married couple

9 eps in and still no rachel…🤨

kaye betrayed the team for a dead body oh wow

it’s always a complicated thing when a character like kaye gets killed off

whew that ep was intense as hell

my gawd she just killed him in front of all those kids

joe :(

“it has to do with us” woah?

“i think my dad knows that guy” HELLO

woah woah woah they blew up the drugs

those are some ruthless drug lords my gawd

those poor babies are gonna be traumatized for life

losing my mind what the hell is going on with joe???

DANNY AND LORI?!?

“imagine what they’d pay if they thought that their son was still alive” what a monster

forgot chin is getting married lmao

“i was hoping you wouldn’t say that” BITCH

got a feeling either steve’s mom or dad is alive and that’s who joe has been protecting

the boyfriend took pills???? he deffo has something to hide

“i don’t need $5000 and if i did i’d steal it from my own parents” LMFAOOO

OH MY GOD????

“i helped him fake his death” i-

i just wanna hug steve :(

well rachel certainly looks different

i’ve never seen a more obvious ad placement than this subway one 😭😭

“they’re gonna kill each other before we set the play” lmfaooo yeah

rachel’s stomach looks so fake pls

i’m sorry but i don’t believe joe

still doesn’t explain the phone call where joe said steve was too close to finding out the truth

lori’s stronger than me bc once steve had me in his arms i wouldn’t be able to not kiss him

HE TOOK GRACE

“we’re never going to see chin again” WHAT?????

NOT LORI LEAVING I HATE IT HERE

can’t believe i’m almost done with this season omg?

steve looks like he aged ten years fjgjfjdks

i miss lori so much what the hell

“it was either that or you cook one of your frittata’s, danny” 😭

lekio was thee funniest ep of the series so far

“buttercream’s my favorite :D” i love steve 😭

not steve leaving what the actual hell

oh God this scene with the victims mom is so sad

i’ve never heard max so serious before it’s so odd

OH MY GOD?????

WOAH MAX STAY WITH ME

my gawd this episode was so good

this next episode is a crossover with ncis: los angeles so i’m about to be confused as hell

woah????

“what the hell happened?” “aside from waking up a foot shorter? my worst nightmare” 😭😭

danny and hanna’s dynamic has me dying

that takes “blood bath” to a whole new level

KONO AND FREAKING ADAM ARE YOU JOKING

“can you hurry back, please?” 🥺

“what are you wearing?” 284&(!?$/&:

DANNY?????

lmaooo so he’s just gonna pull a gun on kono? saw that coming tbh

this is so intense what the hell

“look at me” I CAN’T BREATHE FKGJFKCKDKS

can’t believe steve didn’t put one in wo fat when he had the chance like does he honestly believe that he’s actually going to stay in prison?

okay the summery for the finale is…a lot.

oh shit someone’s watching all of them

NOT HIM?

MAX YOU STAY WITH ME DAMN IT

i don’t understand?

we all know who chin’s saving

OH MY GOD HE CHOSE MALIA WHAT THE FUCK

LMAOOO HE KILLED HER ANYWAY

what the actual fuck man

I KNEW HIS MOM WAS ALIVE I FREAKING KNEW IT

#hawaii five 0 lb #long post #hawaii five 0 #danny danno williams #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #kono kalakaua #chin ho kelly #kamekona #max bergman #jenna kaye #lori weston #joe white #adam noshimuri #wo fat #grace williams #doris mcgarrett #mcdanno #steve x danny #danny x steve #chin x kono #steve x kono #steve x chin #danny x kono #kono x danny

[ecto-american]

Liar Liar

Phic Phight Oneshot for Ectopal: After an argument with her now grounded son, Maddie wishes that Danny wouldn't lie to her-and Desiree overhears. [TransDanny]

The OG prompt: After an argument with her now grounded son, Maddie wishes that Danny wouldn't lie to her-and Desiree overhears.

Potential TW for trans-related venting and implied violence, but there’s nothing graphic

on FFN and AO3

The front door opened, and Maddie frowned as she glanced at the clock that informed her that yes. It was definitely hours past his curfew.

No lights turned on, but she still could tell from the faint light of the one kitchen light, the light that the family just never turned off so that they could see at night, that it was definitely her son doing his best to remain quiet. And now that she knew he was safe, all of her fears about if he was okay and his safety melted away and allowed for anger to start boiling.

"Daniel James Fenton," she finally called out. The figure froze, and she flipped the light switch on. Before her was her son, looking as guilty as ever. One hand was on the wall, guiding him as he approached the stairs, the other holding onto his binder and shoes. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"...Um...Can I plead the fifth?" he asked weakly. Her frown deepened.

"It's nearly two in the morning, and on a school night!" she scolded. "Let's not even talk about how you snuck out right now." His shoulders slumped. "You could have been dead for all I know!"

"I'm sorry," he replied quietly.

"Where were you?" Maddie asked.

"I was at Tucker's, we got caught up playing video games," he said. Maddie scowled.

"Tell me the truth," she said. Danny scowled back.

"I am!" he insisted.

"Then how come Pamela called me?" Maddie asked. At the name of Mrs. Manson, Danny paled.

"...She called you?" his voice croaked out.

"You bet she called me," Maddie snapped. "What were you thinking?"

"I wi-I just!" Danny cut himself off as he seemed to struggle to find his words. "I'm just wanting more freedom! I'm an adult now! I can legally buy cigarettes!" Maddie couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Well I wish you wouldn't lie to me!" Maddie argued back. Danny flinched at her words. "And maybe if you didn't, I'd let you have more freedom! But you lied about going to your room, you lied to me just now about where you were, and I already know that you're going to lie to me when I ask you what you and Sam have been doing!"

"We weren't doing anything!" Danny half-yelled back. "We fell asleep binge watching one of her true crime shows!"

"Don't lie to me!" Maddie told him.

"I'm not!"

Maddie made an angry grumbling noise, crossing her arms.

"You're ground, all weekend," she informed him. Danny didn't respond; he simply made a face at her. He brushed past her to angrily stomp up the stairs. She didn't bother snapping at him over that too.

"So you have wished it, so shall it be."

Maddie turned around rapidly at the voice. It wasn't Danny's...and Jazz was miles away at college…But what she did hear was Danny slamming his bedroom door shut. She'd get onto him about that in the morning.

A quick inspection, and she found nothing, and she decided to just call it a night. She went upstairs herself, pausing at Danny's door to listen. She could hear Danny shuffle around for a moment, though after a moment, she saw his light go out and heard his bed creak as he rested on it. She just knew he was going to fall asleep in class tomorrow. Maddie sighed, and she went into her room.

Jack was just coming from the bathroom with a light yawn, and she felt guilty.

"Did we wake you up?" she wondered. Jack gave her a small smile and shrugged.

"It's okay," he assured her. Maddie huffed.

"No, it's not," she insisted. "He should have been home. He was over at Sam's house until about ten minutes ago. Pam called to complain about it."

"Ah, he's just doing what teenagers do," Jack replied. Maddie frowned as she got into bed.

"Well that mentality is how we end up grandparents way too early," she reminded him. Jack gave a light sigh as he also slipped back into bed.

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "I'll talk to him about it soon."

"Thank you. He's pretty mad at me right now," Maddie turned her bedside lamp off. Jack chuckled.

"He'll probably be mad for a bit, but he'll get over it," he reassured her. He switched his own bedside lamp off as he got settled back in. "Night, love you."

"Love you too."

-----------------

Despite the late night, Maddie was up early. She could hear that Danny was already up and getting ready in the bathroom, so she didn't feel the need to say anything to him just yet. They could reserve any conversation for after school.

By the time she came downstairs, Danny was in the kitchen staring at the toaster, backpack on the kitchen table.

"Morning, sweetie," she greeted him warmly.

He gave her a somewhat dirty look, and he mumbled a cranky and short "morning" in response. She opted to ignore his attitude for now, and she went over to the coffee maker. While she was waiting for Danny, she had gone ahead and scheduled the coffee maker to start making coffee, and man was she glad. It was already pouring, and it smelled great.

"Danny, do you want a cup of coffee?" she asked him. He glanced over, and he shook his head no.

"Mm no thanks," he replied.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"I slept like shit."

Maddie glanced at Danny in surprise, and he stared back at her, equally as confused. Danny never cussed at her.

"Cause you stayed out all night, huh?" Maddie lightly accused, leaning her hand on the counter.

"No, cause I slept with my binder on and now my chest hurts," he snapped back. Maddie frowned.

"You're not supposed to do that," she told him.

"Well maybe if I wasn't fucking born like this-," he began but cut himself off. He looked so confused, and Maddie was too. Not at the statement. She had no doubt that it was true, but where did all this cussing come from? He knew better than to talk to her like that, and it was so...weird. Danny glanced back to the toaster, clearing his throat. "Sorry, I...I uh…" Two pop tarts popped out of the toaster, and he quickly snatched them up. "I gotta go. Bye."

"...Have a good day," Maddie called after him, staring as he quickly walked out, and she heard the front door close. She made her cup of coffee, and she got to work.

-----------------

She jumped as their ghost alarm went off, but Jack and Maddie wasted no time quickly collecting their things and rushing out the door and into the RV. It led them right to the scene. A fight against Amity Park's most popular ghost and another fairly familiar ghost, a green skinned woman with flowing black hair dressed exclusively in blue.

Maddie messily pulled into a parking spot off the side of the road, and Jack immediately hopped out. Maddie followed suit, and she hurried towards the action.

"Stop granting every damn wish you hear! I swear, it's ridiculous!" she could hear Phantom yell.

"I'm merely giving people what they ask for," the woman, Desiree Maddie believed she was called, replied smugly.

Phantom looked like he was gonna say something more, but stopped when he seemed to glance over and notice their arrival.

"Let's just finish this," he said instead, and he blasted her, only to miss. The woman smirked, but it was quickly cut off by a secondary blast from Jack.

"Jack!" Maddie gasped in excitement. "Excellent shot!" Jack grinned proudly, firing another. Only to miss, as sorta expected.

"I do not have time for this!" Phantom scowled. Maddie rolled her eyes. What the hell does a ghost have going on? He pulled out the Fenton Thermos and sucked the other ghost in.

"You ever going to return that?" Maddie called out sarcastically.

"It's my thermos! You gave it to me!" Phantom called back, immediately giving her a weird blank look. Maddie narrowed her eyes.

"We didn't give you anything," she replied. She held her hand out expectantly. "Give it back."

Phantom opened his mouth to rebuttal, only to get blasted. It knocked him back and made him drop the thermos. Maddie dove for it as Jack fired more shots, and she was thankfully able to grab it before it hit the ground. However when she looked up, Phantom was gone.

"Mads! Did you see that!?" Jack asked. She looked up at him with a proud smile as he jogged over to her.

"I did!" she replied cheerfully. "You've gotten a lot better!" Jack puffed up proudly. "Where did Phantom go?"

"Dunno," he admitted, and his shoulders immediately fell a bit. "After I got him, he flew off. Musta been scared." He offered his hand out to her, and she accepted it.

"Probably," she agreed. She held the thermos up. "Least we got this back though." Jack nodded. "We'll put her back in the Zone later. Let's get some lunch."

-----------------

Maddie made a point to make sure she was upstairs so that she could make sure Danny came home on time, given his grounding situation. While she waited, she began to make some cupcakes. As she was mixing batter, she heard the front door open and close.

"Hey Danny," she greeted from the kitchen. She glanced at the clock. He was ten minutes later than he normally would have come home, but it wasn't enough for her to say anything.

"...Hey mom," came the reply. He stepped into the kitchen, and Maddie glanced at him, only to do a double take. His right cheek was badly swollen from a bad bruise. Maddie immediately wiped her hands on a dish towel, staring at him.

"What happened?" she asked, stepping towards him. He stared at her in confusion before putting his hand to his face. He pressed his lips tightly together and didn't answer. She asked once more, more firmly. "Danny, what happened?"

He opened his mouth to say something, only to choke on nothing and close his mouth again. Maddie went to the freezer to get an ice pack. She motioned for him to sit down. He sat at the kitchen table, and she pulled a chair up to him. She pressed the ice pack to his face, and he took it from her, leaning his elbow on the table.

"I'll only ask you one more time," she began, only for Danny to angrily cut her off.

"I got beat up today, okay?" he replied, sounding exasperated. Maddie blinked.

"By who?" she asked. Danny gave her a sour look, and he refused to speak. "Danny…"

"I don't wanna talk about it," he finally spoke. He began to stand up. "Look, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

"It's a huge deal!" Maddie argued. She grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to sit back down. "You're going to tell me what's going on right now. Who hurt you?"

"Just some dudes at school," he tried to keep his answers short. But Maddie was having none of that.

"But why?" she pressed. Danny stayed quiet. "Daniel James-"

"What do you want me to say, Mom?" he snapped. "That I constantly get my ass kicked for being queer? That every day I get reminded that they think I'm some freak that shouldn't be allowed to exist? Let alone in any kind of relative peace? People don't like me. Why do you think I want to get my name changed as soon as possible? Why I've been begging for surgery as a birthday gift? It's so that when I go to college, nobody will know."

"...I had no idea," she said slowly.

"Yeah, I know," he said shortly. He got up, managing to evade her touch again to go for the stairs. Before she could say anything else, he was upstairs, and she could hear his door closing.

What had gotten into him? Maddie had never heard Danny talk about any of those things to her before. How long had these feelings been going on? Why had he never talked to her before about this?

She forced herself to stand and return to her baking. Mindlessly, she began to fill her cupcake tray up with batter, slipping them into the oven when she heard noise in the basement. She frowned, quickly setting her timer before going down.

Phantom was there, looking through her stuff. Snooping around. He was carefully looking around, muttering to himself as he hunted for...something.

"Can I help you, Phantom?"

The ghost jumped, turning on his heel.

"I'm looking for the wishing ghost so I can undo a wish," he replied. She raised an eyebrow at his blunt honesty.

"What wish?" She asked. Phantom scowled, narrowing his eyes as he seemed to think hard.

"That's private," he replied. She glared back at him, but then it hit her.

"Well I wish you wouldn't lie to me!"

Her son couldn't lie to her. Because of the wishing ghost still trapped in the thermos. She hadn't had a chance to empty the thermoses of ghosts she had Jack had caught over the past two weeks.

"I suggest you leave through that portal then before I blast you through it," she said. "The wishing ghost is staying here with me." Phantom narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

"Not without that wishing ghost," he replied. Maddie picked a blaster off the table near her, pointing it at him. He held his hands up defensively. "Whoa, take it easy. Why do you want Desiree so bad? Don't you normally throw the ghosts back into the Ghost Zone anyway?"

"I do, and let's start with you," she replied. She pulled the trigger. It hit Phantom square in the chest, pushing him into the open portal. She quickly stormed up, slamming the closed button.

-----------------

It was hours before Danny finally came down from upstairs. She knew that he had stayed upstairs, for once, instead of sneaking out again, from occasional footsteps and the sound of him talking on the phone. Maddie had actually just gotten off the phone with him, having called him to ask what he wanted from their favorite Chinese restaurant before she sent Jack out to pick it up. Soon as Jack was out the door, Danny came out of his room and downstairs. She gave him smile as he came into the living room.

"Hey sweetie, dad will b-"

"I know about the wish."

Maddie instantly felt guilt wash over her as Danny stared at her with a frown, arms crossed. She stayed where she sat on the couch.

"What makes you say that?" she questioned. Danny's lips tightened, and she knew that he wasn't going to answer her. "Danny-"

"And I know that you know about it!" he accused. "I've been through this kind of thing before! Why haven't you undone the wish yet?"

"Because you don't need to be lying to me!" Maddie finally snapped back as she got to her feet. "For once, I'm getting honest answers from you after almost three years of constant lie after lie!"

"And you're okay with this being how you get those answers?" Danny talked back. His fists balled up, though they stayed by his sides. "Instead of making me feel okay and comfortable telling you these things? Or wait for me to be ready to say something?"

Ouch. Maddie flinched, and she just knew that had Jazz been here...she'd be absolutely agreeing with Danny. And she knew in her gut that Danny was right. Maddie's shoulder slumped.

"I know," she said quietly. Danny looked completely taken aback. "...But why haven't you said anything? You know your dad and I love you so much. I had no idea you've been in this much pain."

Danny stared at the ground, shifting to lean against the doorway.

"...I didn't want you guys to feel like you were bad parents," he replied. "Because you're not. It's not your fault everybody else sucks, or that I have to wait for surgery or to get my name changed and everything. And you can't fix it. It's just how it is."

"Dad and I would have started fighting harder for you had we known," Maddie said softly. "All we ever want is for you and Jazz to be happy and healthy."

"Yeah, I know," Danny half-grumbled. "It's just...It's just how it is. And I can't even tell the therapist that, cause she keeps pushing back everything if I hint at being depressed about it."

"If that's the case, we can find a new therapist," Maddie replied. "One that'll take you more seriously." Danny shook his head.

"No, it's okay. I'll be done with school this year, and I'll be seeing a new one anyway when I go to college," he said. Maddie frowned.

"But still-"

"Mom, it's fine," he interrupted. He smiled. "Seriously." She sighed. "Please, just. Undo the wish."

"...Okay," she finally agreed. She began to walk towards the basement, only to pause, turning to him. "But first." Danny raised an eyebrow at her. "What were you and Sam doing up so late?" Danny gave her a sour look, rolling his eyes.

"...Sam's been having a hard time lately. Lots of girls at school bully her for the same reason as me, and it's just been hitting her super hard lately," he explained. "I was up late with her cause she was crying so much, and we fell asleep while I was holding her to make her feel better."

Maddie's heart twisted a bit. She truly wish she had known. And she already made a mental note to march into Casper High first thing Monday morning after having a long phone call with Pam that night. A call to Vlad too, to get in touch to see if he'd help hire a lawyer. She had absolute hell to raise, and a school she was ready to sue.

"But seriously," Danny's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "I'll eventually come and tell you these things when I'm ready. Don't rely on dumb ghost wishes."

"Yeah, I know," Maddie replied somberly. "I'm sorry, Danny." She took a few steps towards him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. After a moment, she felt him return the hug. She let go, cupping his cheeks and making him lean down a bit so she could kiss his forehead. "I just worry about you. I want you to feel like you can always come to me. You're my baby boy."

"I know, Mom," he smiled. "And I will when I need you, but I'm not a little kid. I can handle a lot of things on my own."

"Yeah, but you're still my baby," Maddie sighed. Hell, he and Jazz were both taller than her by now. They definitely got that from Jack. Or in Danny's case, he got nearly everything from him. Almost a mirror image the older he got. Danny's cheeks flushed a bit.

"Mo-om."

Maddie chuckled.

"Come on, let's go undo the wish. I have the wishing ghost still in the basement," she said. She paused. "But once we undo the wish, will you honestly tell me how you knew?"

Danny stared at her for a moment, seemingly thinking. And he nodded.

"Yeah. After dinner, just you and me," he promised. "I'll tell you the whole story. Start to finish."

#phics #my phics #danny phantom #maddie fenton #phic phight 2021

[lackingspace]

Vindictive (Ghostface x Reader)

Rated: Explicit 

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Danny is jealous and that’s your fault. 

Warnings: Rough oral sex, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, cum swallowing, light daddy kink, Danny just being Danny.

A/N: Had a request for a Jealous Danny. Here it is! I hope you like it. Sorry its taken so long!  ･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ ･

When you were first dropped in this place you’d been confused, scared, and a little more than annoyed because what the fuck had you done to land yourself here? After the first few freak outs of death and despair, being sacrificed, and the general malaise of being here became your new normal. Falling into a routine became easy after that- trial, struggle, escape if you were lucky, die if you weren’t, and repeat. 

Quite frankly, things were getting boring. The others trapped with you made it better, talking, joking around on occasion- friends forged in unfortunate circumstances. It was a tiny slice of normality that you were grateful for because who knows how long you’d been here or would be here. Time didn’t mean anything when there was really no way to measure it. You just knew that it was far longer than you’d have liked. Long enough to become numb to the killers and their brutal treatment. To find them not so threatening and more of an inconvenience. 

You missed the real world. Missed the simple things in life- a walk in the park, meeting up with friends, food- God did you miss food. But what you missed the most was an intimate connection. And sex. You definitely missed sex. Relieving tension and having something to distract you from this monotonous existence would have been a blessing. 

None of the others trapped with you really appealed to you. Sure Jake was cute, and Yui had that badass look, even Ash had the daddy thing going for him...but none of them really set your nerves on fire. At least not even enough to try it out and spend eternity awkwardly if it didn’t fly. But damn did you need release. so with no options for a partner, you settled on sneaking away into the woods to take care of yourself. 

And that’s how he found you. One hand down your pants and the other up your shirt, eyes closed, head tossed back, and softly moaning. He’d leaned against the tree directly in front of you and waited quietly until you opened your eyes. You’d almost had a heart attack when you opened them to see Ghostface casually leaning there while staring you down. It was altogether embarrassing but still had your senses buzzing.

All he did was firmly tell you to keep going. That he was enjoying the show. And something about it, his voice? The command? It just worked for you. Maybe it was the combination of him being dangerous, a killer- someone familiar, but not, an unknown that made your senses tingle mixed with his nonchalant attitude and that damned voice that made your toes curl. So you’d done what he’d asked and kept going. 

That marked the start of whatever it was you had going on with Ghostface. At first, it was just hooking up- sneaking away when you saw him lurking and wandering back with a few new pleasurable aches, pains, and bruises. You were sure some of your friends noticed- you knew for a fact Bill, Ace, and David did. The raised brows they’d give you on occasion told you that you were found out. That they knew a clandestine meet up just took place. As long as they knew what you were up to, just not with who, you didn't care. For all they knew it could be another survivor who hadn't wandered back from a trial yet because who would be fucking a killer?

You were content with ignoring them and they seemed fine with not questioning. Besides, it wasn't their business and you have no plans on stopping because it was something you enjoyed- it unquestionably helped deal with the mental stress of repeatedly dying. After a while though, and you really couldn’t pinpoint when, it turned into something a little more. At least for you. 

Made you unnecessarily giddy when he was the killer in your trials. Both of you more playful in chases, he had a habit of drawing those out with you, grabbing your ass before letting you run away only for him to ambush you, down you, and then run his hands up all over you before picking you up. 

If he caught you jumping through a window? You better expect a few well-placed slaps while he teased all sorts of dirty things he'd do to you once he had you alone. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but feelings had reared their ugly head in you for this sarcastic bastard. You caught yourself being soft for him when you really shouldn’t have. Honestly, you felt a little bad because you weren’t the best teammate if he was the killer of the trial. You should have been focusing on gen rushing, saves, or even trying to distract him- which you were more than capable of doing. 

But instead, you found yourself being distracted by him. You'd be there staring, sighing while watching him sneak around. Giggle to yourself about how much of a sadistic bastard he was when in a chase. And if he found you? And God did you want him to- you were even more useless. You weren’t fooling anyone with your pseudo-chase. You didn’t really try to escape but that was ok, both of you liked it that way. You always blamed it as an off match when questioned why you’d done so poorly. No one seemed to notice it was only during a trial with him, and you were totally fine with that. 

So that was how your existence was for now. Honestly, you weren’t mad about it either. His attention in and out of trials gave you back a spark that had been dulled after one too many sacrifices. This trial was no different, you found yourself relaxed, good-spirited, and snickering at a comment Zarina just made. When the gen popped you looked over to see Jane shaking a hand with a mumbled apology. A second later she let out a shriek and started running away. 

You knew what that meant and so you tried to gauge if you should sneak away as well, but you hadn’t seen what she had. Would've been nice if she’d have at least said the killer before sprinting off, but you understood sometimes they just caught you off guard and fight or flight took over. 

Cautiously looking around you decided it was best just to move on, Zarina had the moment Jane ran. You probably waited around too long and would get caught, but at least you'd be prepared after you got off the hook. The fact that you hadn’t heard any footsteps or seen anyone usually meant it was someone stealthy too. You really didn’t want the shape. He was always terrible to play against in this underground lab. Harder to outmaneuver him within the space. Hope welled inside you that it was your...boyfriend? well, whatever he was, you wanted Ghostface. Trying to quietly sneak away seemed like it was going fine until you were suddenly stopped.

Something had gripped the back of your shit and yanked. You stumbled and then felt yourself being dragged around a corner only to have your face pressed against a wall. You were pretty sure you knew who it was, but shit why was he being so rough? 

“So that’s the game you want to play, huh?” Your wish came true, it was your sarcastic boo, Ghostface- you had no idea what he was talking about though, “What the hell do you mean? What’s th-” he cut you off as he pressed in against your back while placing a hand in front of your smashed face, “Don’t give me that. You know damn well what I’m talking about.” He said it with so much venom dripping in his voice, you’d never actually heard him like that before. 

He was usually snide, sarcastic, kinda dark, sometimes angry, but this? He sounded well beyond any of that. And it was all aimed at you….shit.

“Dude, I really” He pressed a forearm to the twisted side of your neck and gripped your shoulder. You winced at the pressure, “Really have no idea what you’re talking about. What game?” There was silence as you felt cold sweat run down your spine. In that same vicious tone, he answered as his grip tightened on your shoulder, “I saw you and that bastard.” 

You wracked your brain trying to figure out what he meant. It had to have been something in this trial, he wasn’t upset when you’d seen him be-- oh god it hit you just like that. You’d slipped and would have had a nasty face-first fall into some crates, barrels, and a pallet, but Ace had grabbed you. Unfortunately, it’d been by the hips and as soon as he got you up he’d apologized for the placement while patting a shoulder. 

He must have seen that. It had to be what he was talking about….But did that mean....was he jealous? His knife suddenly stabbed into the wall next to your face, ohhh, even if he denied it you could tell, he was. There was no question with the growl in his voice, the tight grip he had- which you’d like to point out was only getting tighter, and now the knife threateningly in your face? This wasn’t his normal rational ‘let me weasel my way in, tease, and manipulate to my advantage’, this screamed irritated topped with irrational. 

And even though your brain screamed it was an awfully bad idea, you were going to have fun with it. 

“Not even going to deny it? You little fucking whore.” The rage in his voice felt like someone had submerged you in acid. It really did make your skin crawl that he thought you’d do something like that. After everything the two of you got up to he should have realized how much his dick did it for you. And only his dick. That aside, you weren’t going to just lay down and take his attitude. Nope, not at all. If he was going to be a jealous prick then you were going to be a coy bitch. It might land you in hot water, but you were hoping it was the kind you liked with him, “Oh, but Ghostface, I thought you liked it when I was bent over?” 

The arm still pinning across the back of your neck lifted off quicker than lightning only to move into your hair and rip your head back with a snarl, “Only when your bent in front of me you little cunt!” You moaned at the pain in your scalp but still enjoyed the feeling. It sent some nice jolting tingles straight to your nipples, “But I was in front of you.” The grip in your hair was impossibly tight as the knife scraped against the wall as it moved from next to your face to press against your newly exposed throat. Ignoring that you pressed on, “You’re just pissed that it wasn’t your hands on me.” 

Even with his knife millimeters away from cutting into you and the very real possibility that he was beyond reasoning, would just slit your throat and throw you up to hang- there was still an overwhelming feeling of bravado and the need to tease just as much as his anger was crushing down on you. 

With that feeling overflowing, you took the chance before he responded to push just a little more, “In fact, I bet you’re mad because you couldn't make me stay like that.” Wiggling under his tight grip had your hair pulling and the knife pressing harder into your throat- a wet trickle down the side told you skin broke, “Bet you would have fucked me right there too. Let my friends see who's been giving it to me.” The hiss he let out had a smirk clawing its way onto your lips. That feeling of getting under his skin made it impossible to keep your next thought locked inside, “Too bad it was just Ace...His rough hands grabbing me, having him pressing against me, he could have pushed me however he’d wanted...too bad it wasn’t you.”

Growling out, “You little bitch.” he quickly pulled his knife away as he pressed his hips into yours- he must have liked what you'd said because he was half-hard already. Pulling your hair harder had you moaning out at both the rough treatment of your scalp and the hard length now pressed against your ass. A hot flush circulated your system as relief filled you- The fact that he hadn’t plunged the knife in was a good sign. It seemed like your gamble had paid off.

You moved your hips against his as he leaned in to hiss in your ear, “You’re fucking right I would have fucked you right there. Would have shown that prick exactly who you belong to.”

His knife hand grabbed your hip in a bruising grip and directed you how he liked, “I should just throw you up on a fucking hook with your tits out and my name carved across your chest for everyone to see.” Another wave of heat flushed through you at that, Would he? That’d be embarrassing as hell and you really did not want to explain that to your friends, at least not yet. But it sent heat through you all the same. "Show them how nasty you really are." On second thought explaining wouldn't be that big of an issue. Your squirming gave away how much you liked the thought, which he pointed out, “Of course a dirty girl like you gets off on that. I shouldn't even let you come. Should just use you and make you wait until you're really fucking sorry. ” 

Ignoring that last part to focus on his phrasing. He had said should, which implied that he was questioning it, so you asked in a shaky voice, “But?” Between his hands and his hips, you couldn’t hold back the moan at the pleasurable drag of him against your ass- he was only getting harder, “But nothing, I might just fucking do that...either way, they're going to talk. ” The hand in your hair released and reached around to hold your cheeks in a harsh grip, “I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson because it seems like my mouthy whore needs to be reminded of who she belongs to and what that means. They get free tickets to the show...Lucky them.”

The venom was still there, but instead of the pure angry tone from before, it was colored by an undercurrent of something darker- something hotter. Something that told you on an instinctual level you wouldn’t be walking the same if the entity didn’t have pity and heal whatever he was about to punish you with. Fuck, you wanted it though. Wanted all the pleasurable pain he was about to dish out to you. “You’re going to regret letting that bastard anywhere near you.”

Your brain wasn’t functioning not when he’d just declared he wanted everyone to hear him fucking you. See the evidence of it. Threatening it like he’d done about carving up your tits was a hot possibility, but he was actually serious about this. You weren’t sure what it was he was going to do to you, but you could tell you most certainly weren’t going to be quiet about it.

Ghostface could get rough sometimes, but it wasn’t the usual. Demanding? Yes. Controlling? Definitely. Explicit? Absolutely. But being rough just to be rough was generally only when he was especially frustrated, and that wasn’t often. Maybe only a handful of times since you’d been together and at this point, you weren’t even sure how long that was, all you knew was that it’d been a while. 

Which boasted to how much this affected him. How jealous he was seeing something that really, really hadn’t been anything at all. It should have turned you off, sent you running by how possessive he was, but you ignored that in favor of knowing he got you wetter than anyone else had ever done before. There was no way he’d admit to being jealous though, not outright, but you knew that’s what this was all about and fuck did that work for you. Having him teach you a lesson? All you could do was moan at the prospect. 

“Such an eager slut for it even after knowing your friends are gonna see. So pathetic.” You whined, whether in protest or confirmation it wasn’t clear, “You think it’s ok to let someone else put their hands on what’s mine? That’s not going to work, kitten.” at the pet name you knew this was going to be fun- but you couldn’t let him know that though, would have to turn up the waterworks, “We’re going to show them just what a disgusting whore you really are for me. Let them see you taking my cock and how you beg for it.” 

He shoved you down to your knees. The impact against the hard concrete making you wince, “Good, feel the sting. Better get used to it because your throat is about to feel it too.” he was going to fuck your face? God. You loved when he made you choke on it and you could tell with how aggressive he was you really were going to choke. 

The thumb on the hand on your face swiped across your bottom lip, dipping in to press down on your tongue causing some drool to slip down before regripping your face with the now wet appendage, “You’re going to open wide and let Daddy use this pretty mouth of yours while we let all your little fucking friends know whos been sending you back to that fucking fire pit covered in bruises.” Goddamn that set your nerves ablaze and if your panties hadn’t already been drenched that was added insurance. He was usually subtly possessive but this was flat out plain as day possessive and it had you crying for it. 

You didn't care anymore. You didn't give a single fuck if you had to explain why they'd caught you with a mouth full of Ghostface's cock- and maybe more. if this meant him declaring to everyone that you were his you’d happily tell them to fuck off if they had any issues. 

You were going to beg him for it, but the hand gripping your face prevented anything escaping outside of mumbled strained moans. He answered for you though because he forcefully made you nod up and down. In a mocking falsetto, he voiced for you, “Yes, sir. I’ll open up like a good girl and apologize with my filthy mouth. I'll show you how sorry I am for letting some asshole put their hands on me.” 

Yes, fuck yes! is wanted to say, but all that came out was a garbled moan through your closed mouth. At the sound, his grip tightened, “Such a fucking slut. Would you have moaned for that fuck too?” At your muffled outrage his grip forced your gaze up, “At least you fucking know better on that.”

You thought he would release you to undo his pants, but after a second of silence and you quietly looking at him, he said, "well? Get to apologizing with that pretty mouth before I decide to gut you instead." Ah, he wanted you to do it. That was fine by you, didn't really want him to let go of your hair anyways. You opened his pants with ease, already intimately familiar with the clasps and he squeezed your cheeks forcing your mouth open before he finally released the grip as you took him in. 

He was hard and pulsing when you pulled him out, precome just slightly swelling at the tip. He would have shoved into your still open mouth if it hadn’t been for the entranced look you were giving him. The affectionate desperation you wore while staring helped quell the rage clawing through him. He decided he'd let you play for a second, seeing you so willing to drool for him tore against the need to roughly shove down your throat.

Unabashedly licking a hand before wrapping it tightly around his base to give him a rough tug. Staring up at his mask again you pleaded with him, "I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t do it on purpose." Teasing his tip against your lips before you kissed the head, "I don't want him. Or any of them. Wanted it to be you" Licking the underside followed by a few gentle nibbles to the base made his breath catch, "Always you, daddy." 

His cock twitched against your tongue as he hissed, "And I like that they'll know. I want them to hear what you're about to do to me." He retightened his fist in your hair to pull your head back slightly. He took himself from your hands to slap his cock across your cheeks, "Yeah? You're gonna get off on them hearing your mouth full of killer cock? Filthy thing." You whined desperately trying to nod against his grip, "Then open fucking wide." You dropped your mouth quicker than he finished speaking and you were rewarded with another slap across your cheek before you felt him rest heavy against your tongue. 

It was hard not to close around him and start working on the shaft, but you could tell he wasn't going to let you warm up to it. He wanted you wrecked- a gagging crying used looking mess. And the heat that sent through you had your clit pulsing in want and made you squirm around for some type of relief. But you'd be a good girl and take it for him. 

"Keep your fucking eyes on me and don't you dare try to keep quiet. You better make as much noise as you fucking can." Before you could answer he was shoving to the back of your throat and down. The choked sob you made was just what he wanted as you gagged around him. Sliding down your throat, he mockingly cooed, “Aw, is that too much? Don’t lie, I know you can take it, kitten. Just relax and swallow like my good girl. Impress all your survivor friends.” 

You gagged hard and sputtered around him while he kept thrusting using the grip in your hair to hold you in place, “Don’t even try to deny it. You’re always gagging for it regularly. I bet those little boys wish they were here in this tight wet heat instead.” His voice was strained and you could hear him holding back his own moans. 

Gripping his thighs tightly while trying to relax like he'd suggested, but the burning stretch of your throat was hard to ignore, “But that's why we started this, huh?” his thrusts had been rapid and shallow, but were turning slower while he held in your throat longer, “None of their cocks would do it for you.” Swallowing around him only made him hold deeper, “ For as much of a dirty slut you are, none of them could get you going like I can.” 

Tears were freely falling- leaving tracks down your cheeks, drool was constantly spilling out, your throat ached at the persistent gagging, and the obscene noises you were making with each thrust was driving the both of you wild. “None of them. None...of...those...pricks!” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust, “No one can fuck you like I do.” You moaned sloppily around his cock in agreement, “ They’re not going to throat fuck you like this. And they not going to bend you over and make you fucking take it like daddy.” crying out around him just as much as you were gagging- near constantly and God did you love it.

You’d be begging for him to fuck you if you didn’t have a mouthful at the moment. So instead you were squirming, tightly gripping his thighs, tears continued to spill down, and taking anything he gave you. He knew you well enough to know what your pathetic looks and sounds meant, but he wasn’t folding, “Aw, do you want something?” all that came out were some choked sobs, “What's that? I can’t really understand you.” He shoved completely down your throat and held your head there causing you to swallow and make some disgusting throat sounds, “You should really learn not to talk with your mouth full, kitten.” He tutted at you while you sobbed harder, “ But I can’t expect any manners on such a dirty girl.”

His hand tightening and his voice gaining a shakiness betrayed how close he was even if he looked like the picture of control, “You’re not meant for them.” His pace quickened, “Your place is right fucking here.” He was using both hands to direct your head now, “On your goddamn knees for me.” He pulled out as he ripped your head back, “Gone on, tell them who fucking owns this you!” It only took you a second to catch your breath before you were rasping out his name, “Ghostface! I’m yours, just yours!” Movement in your peripheral caused your eyes to widen, someone was definitely watching. Maybe they all were, but you wouldn’t fuck this up by looking over to them. Who knows what he’d do then. 

You could hear how smug he was when he whispered, “Yeah they’re fucking watching. Saw you choking on it like a professional. Now show them how much of a cumslut you are for me and beg for it. If you do it good enough, maybe I’ll be nice and let you cum before the end of the trial.” Denying him wasn’t even a question, you’d said you wanted them to hear and now they had. The satisfaction that at least one of them knew was sending a burning hot pulse through you. 

So you started begging with your raw voice, “Please, I need it Ghostface! I want it so bad! Need your cum! I wanna taste it so bad. Please! Please, daddy, can I have it?!” He was still pumping his cock in front of your face while you continued to say his name like a prayer, “Open that pretty mouth for me, Babe.” You did as you were told and opened wide while staring up at his mask. The hand not working himself gripped your chin, sliding his thumb inside before moving back up into your hair to yank your head where he wanted. Keeping your mouth open as far as you could you moaned for it.

You could see more movement to the side, but you ignored it when you felt the first spurt of his cum splash against your cheek. He covered your face before giving you the last on your waiting tongue. “Keep your mouth open.” You heard the telltale clicks of his camera and embarrassment flushed through you just as a new wave of arousal settled low in your stomach. “You can swallow it now.” You made a show of savoring the taste for him, and anyone watching. 

Slowly opening your eyes you could feel your lashes heavy with his cum. You moved to wipe some of it away, but he caught your wrist, “You’re going to leave that right where it is.” You gave him a questioning look that he answered with, “I’m going to hang you up on that hook and you're going to run around the rest of this trial with it on your face.” Your jaw dropped as your face burned. That was so fucking embarrassing. You’d think that wouldn’t bother you since you let everyone watch you be thoroughly face fucked but having to talk to them with cum on you went to the next level. But you wouldn't try to stop him- didn’t want to. It sent a nasty pulse of perverse heat through you, “If you keep it like a good girl, I’ll fuck you in front of them before the trials up.” You were begging before you even realized.  

He chuckled while brushing some of your hair back from your face, “Well, let's get you up there on the hook then.” He lifted you with ease and surprisingly gently compared to his treatment just a second ago. You felt the familiar feel of the hook entering you, heard yourself scream, and then you were hanging there and he was patting a cheek of your ass, “Remember, no wiping it off until I say.” and then he was walking off. 

You hung there for a few minutes before you saw Jane silently walking towards you. You tried to look away, but she was already lifting you off of it. Settling on your feet had you unconsciously looking up to her. She was taking you in with a raised brow and a slight smirk, “Ghostface, huh?” Hearing her say it was about enough to kill you from embarrassment. 

#Ghostface #the ghostface #ghostface x reader #DBD Ghostface #dbd danny #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson smut #ghostface smut #slasher #slasher community #slasher smut #smut writing #IDK if I even like this one #but ehhh why not #danny jed olsen johnson #slashers #slasher x reader

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Five sentence fic: “Okay- stay still, bandages first then we can have some fun” [for some reason I can see either Jake and Kauri post stabbing or Nate and Danny]

CW: War whump - sort of a prequel - period-common alcohol use, some vaguely implied period-common homophobia

Just writing this to get a feel for Johann Albach, who will shortly be meeting our intrepid vampire...

-

Johann groans. His curly dark hair sticks to his forehead, smashed down by the rounded helmet he's finally taken off. The air moves over it, slowly drying, but dry isn't the same as clean.

Still, it's better than dirty and damp, like the rest of his days are lately.

"I don't see why we have to fight at all."

"Oh, don't you?" Hans laughs, a bright flush in his cheeks from the purloined wine they'd brought up from some unlucky Frenchman's cellar. Where Johann is dark-haired, dark-eyed, slight of frame, Hans is big and blond. They look ridiculous next to one another.

Hans holds out the bottle, and Johann takes it. The wine runs red and slightly sweet down his throat, washing the last crumbs of the stale bread they'd found, probably bound for use to thicken soup, but they'd warmed it, called it toast, and it was better than rations, anyway.

The wine is good. Better than it ought to be. He intends to drink himself stupid tonight.

The shells have gone silent. They're promised days of quiet, a rest from the worst of it. No ringing in his ears, no shuddering jolts of terror on a nonstop rotation with a bone-deep exhaustion.

The town is theirs, for three days at least, and with the town... the wine.

It beats the harsh Schnapps they've been drinking, and there wasn't nearly enough of that.

Better than the wine, though, is the fire crackling away in the fireplace. Johann's feet feel fully dry for the first time in what must be weeks, and he has his socks and boots as close to the flames as they can get without lighting themselves aflame, too.

His heavy wool tunic is hung over the back of a chair, buttons glinting in the flickers, and with the house half-blown apart he might've been chilly if it weren't for the fire.

And, of course, the wine.

"I don't, truly. Let our grand kaiser have a duel with the Russians and the English and leave all of us out of it. Let him fight the Americans and their damned monsters. What've we got to show for war? Hm?" Johann squints towards a broken window. He's drunk enough to loosen his tongue, and that's dangerous if anyone is listening.

He can hear the sounds of the rest of the unit, making the same use of stolen supplies that he and Hans were. They seem safe enough to speak their minds, for the moment.

"We've lost a third of our starting group, my mother's left home alone with my sisters... why should I fight a war while they eat better than we ever will and don't do any real fighting at all? Why don't those great and powerful leaders lead the charge themselves? Hm?"

"Because they would fall off their expensive horses and have no fun at all," Hans replies, with an impish smile. It shows off the way he's got a gap between his front teeth that Johann loves far more than is sensible or rational. "More fun instead to fashion us as toy soldiers and set us to war on their behalf. Still. We have our good times, too, I think." Hans sets the bottle down on a table nearby - unscathed, God only knows how after such a bombardment - and tilts his head. "You're bleeding again. That cut you got on your back is deeper than we thought. I'm going to wrap it. Bandages first, and then we can have our fun."

"Don't bother." Johann sits back. Somewhere nearby, he can hear some men singing, the sort of odes to home and pretty women that he's always thought should move him... and they never do. "Maybe the scent will bring one of the American abominations on me and I can be done with this whole mess for good."

"I promised your mother I'd bring you home alive, Johann," Hans says, a hand resting on his shoulder. He's missing his pinky and ring fingers now, but he can still fire a gun, and so they sent him back to the front. "It's a promise I would like to keep."

Johann reaches up and lays his palm over the back of his friend's hand. "I promised yours the same. Perhaps we'll both disappoint in the end. Nothing new for me, of course."

"Don't be so melancholy. You'll go home, find a girl, start a family, and your mother will thrill at it all." Hans pats him on the back and pulls away.

"If only family, home, or girl had anything to do with what I wanted."

"You'll be happy enough. Besides, we'll hunt together still, there'll be time for us, too. Now, stop moping and start drinking instead. We'll make it home, Johann. We will." Hans sighs, sitting down and leaning over until his forehead rests against Johann's bare shoulder. "We must. This can't be it for us."

"If it is, I'd rather die with you than marry any girl my mother approves of," Johann says dryly, and that gets Hans to laughing.

The night seems a bit brighter, then.

Johann takes a drink.

-

@finder-of-rings @astrobly @burtlederp who have asked to be tagged in everything ever

#whump #war whump #johann albach #injured whumpee #prequel to whump #vampire chris au #references vampirism #ww1 #war fiction #original fiction #writing #original writing

[youalexturnermeon]

Chasing the Past Pt. 2 (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)

Click for Part 1 

Request by Anon: Could I please get a Johnny Lawrence imagine where he and the reader (who is daniels sister) are secretly dating. Maybe like an old flame back in the 80s and now they reconnected?

A/N: In the first part (Y/N), Daniel LaRusso’s sister,  came back to LA after five years of being away. She reconnects with Johnny and wakes up in his apartment after getting drunk at a party. In this part (Y/N) and Johnny have to face Daniel and his rage hahaha

Warnings: swearing(!!!), mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff and maybe a little bit of slight smut

Wordcount: 2473

Johnny’s face is almost doubled right in front you, but you see it as a good thing, twice as much of Johnny is great. Four bright blue eyes are much better than just two. But then there are two again. He has you close to him, his strong hands resting on your hips, slowly making their way further down to your ass and he is twirling you around. You dance. “I missed you, Johnny” you slur and cup his beautiful face, on it the dirtiest grin you have ever seen. He doesn’t answer, just squeezes your ass and suddenly kisses you. Almost too much tongue, red lipstick on his face, sloppy kisses on the neck and the jaw. You are melting under his touch.

Blurry way though the dark, you are laughing, Johnny and you still dancing together through the night. In his hand a bagged bottle, you don’t care what’s inside as you take a sip. You stop for a heated make-out session, he presses your back hardly against the wall of an apartment complex and his hands are already making their way under your sweatshirt. The bottle slips out of his hands and breaks on the ground. “God, I’ve been thinking about doing this for five years!” Johnny grunts and almost violently kisses you. “Get a fucking room!” someone shouts angrily in the distance “Get away from here, you fucking pervs!”

White sheets, clothes everywhere, naked bodies, Johnny’s hands all over you, moans. You are enjoying yourself. Johnny’s messy blonde hair.

____

“Fuck”, you said again, almost in disbelief but this time you were smiling. Out of the sudden, Johnny moved. Your heart started beating, you didn’t know if you were ready for any conversation. You didn’t even know if Johnny would regret this or not. You most certainly didn’t, you just wished to remember a little bit more of the steamy night.

“Good morning, princess”, he whispered, voice all raspy and sleepy, he yawned and stroked your hair, “Did you sleep well?”

“I feel like shit” you admitted and sat up, dragging the covers over your bare chest, which immediately stressed how your head was still heavy and spinning. You almost wished you didn’t sit up in the first place, you wanted to lay on Johnny’s chest again. But you didn’t and just stared at him. God, he was still so beautiful. You then signed over to his naked torso, “Did we…?” You still had to reassure yourself that this amazing night actually happened.

“Oh yeah” Johnny answered proudly and sat up too. You were surprised when the first thing he did was kissing you. This Johnny you didn’t know, you caught glimpses of him, but he never fully showed himself. Then he got out of bed, put on some clothes and turned to you.

“I’ll get you an Aspirin and then I will make you breakfast”

“What is it with you Johnny?” you asked, completely perplexed, “You never made me breakfast, you never cared the next morning” Johnny shrugged: “And you see what it got me, the girl who finally made me get over Ali and the fight with Daniel, who made my life a little less miserable just disappeared on me for five years without a trace. I don’t want you to disappear on me again for god knows how many years this time”

Without a trace was a lie, he still could’ve gone to Daniel LaRusso, ask him about his sister, ask for her phone number, her address. But when you went to college you made it perfectly clear that Daniel would kill him without having second thoughts for banging his sister and if he didn’t manage, you would’ve killed him yourself. And after all this time Johnny asked himself why he cared about that, why he was such a pussy and cared about what Daniel would think and do, above all. Now he didn’t anymore, he had no fucks to give about it anymore. As long as you were by his side for a little while, he could live with Daniel hating him more than he did already.

“Glad, to have been at your service, you asshole” you said rolling your eyes but still laughing.

“You’re welcome. So, are you saying we keep that going or what?”

You shrugged.

“Does that mean you are staying in Reseda?”

You shrugged again, it kind of did but you’d never know for how long. Thankfully, Johnny dropped the topic after that. Just like you, he really wasn’t the type to talk relationships. Maybe you two would’ve taken a different path when he had been the last time but that was again, ancient history.

____

The breakfast was simple, Johnny wasn’t the greatest cook, but that was okay, you weren’t either. It was more about the time you spent together. It was fun, it felt amazing being with him in his tiny kitchen, just talking about the old times and joking around. It was even fun when he flunked a spoonful of scrambled eggs directly in your face. You ate, you took a shower you scrubbed off all the remaining make-up from last and you felt a little bit better. Johnny enjoyed having you over. Normally, he didn’t let his girls stay that long, he usually made them go home very quickly, not so with you. He’d even be okay with you staying the whole day, hell, even another night or two. But as soon as you got of shower his hope vanished.

“I need to go home now” you announced shyly.

“So soon?” “Yeah, Danny is probably worried sick, I also promised him, we go out for sushi today, just us two.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and hugged you suddenly, almost a little too tightly “Don’t you want to stay?”

“To be honest, I do, but I also want to spend some time with my big brother.”

“I guess, I’ll drive you home then” “Only if you want to, I can walk or get a cab”. Fortunately, you didn’t manage to lose your handbag at the beach, so you’d have enough money.

“That is out of question. I always drive my babes!” Johnny said proudly which was a big fat lie, he didn’t always bother but with you, it was another situation.

The car ride was not as bad as you had expected, you didn’t get sick which you were afraid you would do because you still could remember well enough how fast Johnny drove. Yet, it was great to sit in his red Pontiac Firebird again, it shot your memories straight back to high school when you secretly hung out with Johnny for a couple of times. Sadly, it was over too soon. Johnny pulled up in the driveway to Daniel’s apartment building. He quickly got out of the car to open the car door for you before you could reach the handle yourself.

“Wow, I don’t know if like that new Johnny” you laughed and nudged him, “Far too nice!”

“Yeah, would you like me doing that instead?” Johnny’s eyes darkened and you remembered also seeing that look last night and out of a sudden he pinned you between the red Firebird and him, his face very close to yours.

“Do you like me being a bad guy instead?”, his lips brushed over you when he talked. And you wanted to say yes or even nod but you breath quickened; your hart started beating a faster rhythm.

“Thought so.” he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine on that hot summer day. He was just about to kiss you, maybe you should go back to his place after all, you thought, when you were instantly interrupted.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lawrence!?!?!?” a scream echoed through the whole block, “Get the fuck away from her!”

Johnny promptly jumped to side but as soon as the realized who that was coming from a dirty grin appeared on his perfectly shaped lips. Daniel, face almost grey with fury, was running towards them, eyes all wild, hands clenched to fists.

“Oh fuck”, you gasped but couldn’t hold back a laugh, that was too absurd, “Maybe you should’ve dropped me off a few blocks away”

“Nah, this is going to be fun”

But you thought otherwise, this was going to be anything else bun fun. Comical, but definitely not fun.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?” Daniel yelled pointing a finger at you when he finally came to a halt right in front of you.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m completely fine, thanks for asking Danny”

“Don’t you fucking talk back to me like that!” “Jesus, Daniel, watch your filthy mouth, you didn’t swear that much since forever.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Daniel kept on, ignoring your sarcastic remarks, “You did not come home the whole night, I’ve got no call, nothing. I didn’t sleep, I was waiting for you, I was so fucking worried and then you finally decide to come here with him and you’re talking to me like I’m the bad guy?” Daniel pointed at Johnny without even looking at him.

“Ok, mom, calm down”

“Don’t you mom me, (Y/N). You smell like a fucking distillery; you look like shit and where the fuck are your shoes?” You looked down on your bare feet, then at Johnny who had protectively placed a hand on the small of your back and you two suddenly burst out laughing. Your drunk ass simply lost them at the beach.

“How dare you even make a sound?” Daniel shouted, this time at Johnny. It was getting embarrassing, even some neighbours were now watching how Daniel took a threatening step towards Johnny. He still was a few inches smaller than him, but he managed to compensate that with his glance. A little bit more wrath, you thought, and he would be shooting sparks out of his usually warm brown eyes.

“Damn, LaRusso, don’t wet your pants. You look like you are about to die from a heart attack” “Shut the hell up, Lawrence” Daniel growled and came even closer, so close the tips of their noses almost touched and Johnny just kept on smiling, he didn't even flinch “You think you’re so funny, huh?”

Johnny shrugged, he did.

“What the hell is my sister doing with you?”

“She just likes me a lot more than she likes you” Johnny’s grin kept getting dirtier and dirtier with every word leaving his mouth “Actually, she always liked me a lot. When I was beating your ass in high school, (Y/N) always has been hanging out with me instead of pitying you. While you were training with your weird-ass sensei, I gave her rides all the time, we were friends. When you won in ’84 she didn’t go with you to celebrate your illegal kick, she stayed behind and cared for me. Dragged me out of the parking lot and brought me into a hospital together with Bobby and Dutch. She just never told you because a delicate little flower like you would simply die from that. And when you were trimming trees, I fucked her every goddamn day until she went away”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Johnny in shock then at Daniel who needed a second to process everything that had been said. That was about it, Johnny dropped the bomb, he told Daniel everything that was kept secret from him and everything that he needed to know.

“You did fucking what?” Daniel asked through clenched teeth, his hands shaking, he was barely holding himself back and you knew, some whit was about to go down real quick.

“I fucked your sister LaRusso, five years ago and tonight and she liked it”

And you couldn’t even say anything against it, every bit of it was true. And when Daniel gave you a quick look he knew exactly. And then, very unlikely for Daniel he threw his first punch, Johnny immediately blocking it. He shoved you to the side so wouldn’t get between them. Both stood in fighting positions and then everything happened so fast. There was a lot of fists and legs and kicks and punches, too rapid for your eyes to grasp it. And you couldn’t believe it. After all these years, these to very still ready to kill each other. But you had enough, you had enough of this stupid rivalry, you had enough of them hating each other for no reason and you definitely had enough of being their recent motive for fighting.

“Stop!” you yelled, they ignored you, “Stop it! I’ve had enough of your stupid Karate bullshit! I’m sick and tired of you two always fighting. I can’t deal with being dragged into it! I fucking hate this. Why is this the first thing that happens to me after being back after five fucking years? Why you always have to be such a drama queen, Daniel? Why are you the only person you care about, huh? And you” you turned your shouting towards Johnny “why do you always have to keep the fire going why can’t you just let it be for once?”

Your screams were much louder than Daniel’s before, but the fighting enemies still ignored you.

“If one of you throws another punch, I’m gonna call the cops and you two can sort it out in a prison cell! I don't want you to kill each other just because you see me as an object that can only belong to one of you. I'm not, I like both of you. You're my brother and I love you. And I fucking love him, Daniel”

These words worked magic on Johnny who immediately let his arms sink and whilst he looked at you, worry written into his face, he received one last kick in the guts for losing his concentration. You threw yourself at Daniel and tried to hold him back from doing more damage, for a second you were afraif he was about to kill Johnny. But with you holding him, he did not dare to keep on fighting. He didn't want to hurt you. And yet he tried to free himself from you.

“Please, Danny” you cried “Please stop and let me be!”

Daniel remained silent and calmed down, you let him go. You went over to Johnny and embraced him, he hissed under your touch but couldn’t help himself than to press you closely to his chest. His face was beaten, his lip was bleeding, and a fresh cut crowned his brow.

“I’m so sorry, babe!” he whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek. He never apologized for fighting. Until now.

“No, I’m sorry!” you said and stroked back the sweaty hair from his forehead, then you turned to your brother, “You better be sorry, too”

“I am.”

“LaRusso is sorry?” Johnny wondered and spat blood on the ground, “That’s new”

“Shut up!” you shushed him

“I am sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t know you liked this jerk that much.” “To be fair, me neither” Johnny admitted “But I fucking love her, too, LaRusso, you know?” Daniel nodded, maybe for his sister’s sake he was ready to give his last enemy up.

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence imagine #johnny lawrence fluff #karate kid #karate kid imagine #karate kid fluff #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #daniel larusso #daniel larusso imagine

[goodfish-bowl]

Operating Room Light

You can’t give me a prompt like “hospital” without expecting any angst. It’s a rule of nature. I was originally going to do something involving an AU, but I like this idea better, even if there’s less plot, but that opens the way for more angst. 

Jazz - Hospital

Summary: Danny waits outside of the operating room for hours after jazz gets severely injured in a ghost fight. 

Words: 1007

Ao3 link

Danny never hated hospitals more than this exact moment. He had read every single magazine present in the waiting area. He had been here for hours, the sting of antiseptics forever burned into his nostrils and his mind. So he stared, waiting less than patiently, at the light on above the operating room doors.

Jazz had gotten hurt… badly… severely… however he was supposed to categorize having several pieces of glass embedded through her chest, a severe concussion, and a broken leg. Danny had gotten hurt too, but he had already healed mostly up by the time he had managed to drive Jazz to the hospital, just in time too. Any later and she would have died of blood loss in the passenger seat of her own car. Danny’s own injuries didn’t and hadn’t mattered then, and they certainly didn’t now. He had just slapped a band-aid on the stab would he had received and iced over his new burns, then jumped into Jazz’s car and sped off to the hospital, his dad’s driving lessons being put to good use.

Speaking of their parents, they knew that Jaz was hospitalized, the staff had called them as soon as they could. They were severely worried, wondering how Jazz had ended up in the crosshairs of a ghost fight, injured so severely she would be in the operating room for hours as they removed glass and rubble, and reset her leg, and check for brain damage. Currently, they were off hunting the ghost that had injured their precious little girl, but they weren’t going to find it. The thermos was also empty of the culprit. They would most likely end up blaming Phantom, and he wouldn’t be the one to tell them otherwise.

In a way, Danny felt that it was his fault. He shouldn’t have let Jazz come. Her aim had gotten a lot better, and she was more skilled with some of their parent’s tech than he was, but she was ultimately human. She didn’t heal like he did, she couldn’t defend herself with anything but their parent’s weapons and her wit. Jazz was human and much easier to hit than he was, and it made him much easier to hit too when he had to protect her.

It had been a bad ghost fight, one of the worse ones, even. Danny hadn’t known the ghost, but they were clearly after him personally, targeting him on his patrol the prior night. Jazz had come along as backup since Sam and Tucker were busy with homework, planning to help Danny with his once they finished figuring it out and he was back from patrol. Then the ghost had attacked him, a bolt of heat sending him out of the sky and into the nearest building. Danny didn’t even bother to remember the ghost’s name, but they had attacked with fire, and they were angry and cocky.

“The notorious Phantom is a child?” They had seemed outraged, “Guess this will be a lot easier to take the title than I imagined.”

It wasn’t. Danny had put up a good fight, and it had frustrated the ghost into using dirty tactics. It had fired at Jazz when it couldn’t hit him. The windows and part of the wall had collapsed onto her, burying her underneath. She had passed out immediately, and Danny was glad she had in retrospect, but at the moment, he had thought she had died.

It didn’t go so well for the other ghost after that. After pulling Jazz out of the wreckage using intangibility, but smartly not removing any of the glass that had pierced through herm Danny had snapped. This ghost had the nerve to attack his sister, to threaten someone on his turf, to injure and almost kill Jazz. All Danny saw was red, the color of Jazz’s blood.

Danny had snapped, full-blown and completely, rage-filled and out for blood. But he hadn’t lost control, and Danny supposed that’s what scared him most. His head had stayed on his shoulders and he remembered the entire thing, from start to finish. Danny usually held back against all but the strongest opponents, adjusting how hard he fought to preserve both energy and keep his patrols efficient. He didn’t this time. There was about a block and a half off Delany Street that was reduced to rubble. It was a business district, so no one was injured or even there, which Danny was thankful for.

Danny remembered the fear, the ghost had realized its previous error. Phantom had gotten his reputation from somewhere, and his strength was vastly underestimated. Danny had never truly ended a ghost until then, until he charged up an ectoblast and shattered the damaged core in that ghost’s chest. He didn’t regret it either. He could’ve captured the ghost and left it in the thermos or turned it into Walker or one of the other facilities designed to hold dangerous ghosts. Danny could’ve gotten answers about why the ghost was after him, but he didn’t. He hadn’t wanted the ghost that had hurt Jazz to still be around, able to do it again, and possibly succeed in killing her next time.

The other ghosts that Danny dealt with daily didn’t usually injure bystanders, and focused solely on him, other than Spectra, but even then, she never outright used someone against him. Danny knew his obsession, and most of the other ghosts did too and knew it was damn stupid to use it against him. This one didn’t and paid for it, his afterlife ended with a well-placed ectoblast. Danny didn’t regret ending the ghost, and that bothered him more than the fact that he had “killed” someone. But Danny didn’t care enough about that to continue to ponder on how much of a freak or monster he was at the moment.

Danny just wanted his sister to be alright. So he sat there, as he had since late last night, watching the red light above the operating room continue to flicker and glow.

#Danny Phantom #dp side hoes week 2021 #jazz fenton #danny fenton #fanfiction #angst #danny just fucking snaps one day #goodfish writes

[blouisparadise]

Here are so many amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of November. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Work Me Breathless | Explicit | 1678 words

Note: this is the sequel to this fic.

Louis visits Harry at work after the doctor got a new promotion. They christen his new office...

Louis leaves a little breathless.

2) Skeletons In My Closet | Not Rated | 2051 words

Basically soft core porn. Harry decided to treat Louis on Halloween.

3) Looks Like We Made It, Look How Far We’ve Come, My Baby | Teen & Up | 2161 words

Louis and Harry are going to officially move in together, they’ve chosen the house and everything is ready, they just need to wait a few months before the owner gives them the keys.

So what’s the problem, you may ask. Well, they’ve been arguing for days and Louis is honestly considering strangling his alpha with one his ridiculously ugly designer scarf. Okay, not really. But he’s going to lose it soon if they don’t stop fighting.

4) Little Devil | Explicit | 2241 words

The pair had just finished taking a round of shots when the one and only Harry Styles saunters over, clapping Niall on the back to say hello. “Louis,” he drawls out, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s raking his eyes over the smaller boy. “You know this is a costume party, right?” Louis rolls his eyes, starting to ramble on about how he is in a costume and what a nit Harry is when he gets it. Harry is saying Louis is a devil.

“And what are you supposed to be Styles? An angel, really?”

“It’s a costume Lou, ’s not supposed to be real,” he says with a smirk, sliding past Louis but stopping long enough to whisper, “I can assure you, I’m no angel baby.”

5) After the Lilo Kiss | Explicit | 2477 words

"I guess I need to show you who you belong to, hmm baby boy?" he growled in my ear while choking me with his other hand.

6) Oh So Thankful | Explicit | 3034 words

Or the one where Louis and Harry both stay at college for Thanksgiving break, and decide to spend the holiday together.

7) Tell Me What You Want (What You Need) | Mature | 3246 words

Louis didn’t plan on getting laid tonight. When he invited Harry over the day before, it was completely innocent. Just two lads hanging out. He still doesn’t plan on it, no matter how hard he’s getting as Harry’s fingernails start scraping over his nipples lightly every time they pass.

8) Calling Out For Someone To Hold Tonight | Not Rated | 3819 words

Harry’s straight. Louis isnt. They still manage to fall in love.

9) Your Love Delights My Soul | Explicit | 4186 words

"Alpha..." Louis moaned against Harry's lips, chasing the friction against his thigh.

"You are my one and only," Harry bit his jaw, "And you know it quite well. Pretty sure I remind you every night, but you have to rile me, have to make me angry. Why, Omega?"

10) Life and Death | Explicit | 4122 words

In which Louis is Life and Harry is Death.

11) When You Turn Off The Lights | Explicit | 4305 words

Gothie Louis/Normie Harry.

12) On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine | Explicit | 9261 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.  

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

13) Let's Break The Internet | Explicit | 9505 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here. Please note that the pairing for this fic is Louis/OMC.

The one where Louis is an Only Fans baby.

14) With the Certainty Of Tides | Mature | 13980 words

“Love you,” Louis whispered in the dark. He didn’t know what time it was or where the light had gone, he knew that he was in Harry’s arms, basking in the afterglow of all their love and he’d be a fool to not tell Harry that. As if Harry didn’t know.

“Love you,” was whispered back, as if Louis didn’t know. They confessed to each other as if it was their first time saying it, raw and painful, and listened to it the very same way, but they knew those words to be the only ones true.

With all the certainty of the tides, with all the light from the sun, with all the steady beats of their hearts, they were deftly in love, in secret and so loudly. They were brave and fearless and strong and hopelessly devoted in every sense of their breaths.

“We made it, baby,” Harry mumbled, bringing their lips into a final kiss, sweet and soft and the color of pink. They already knew that, didn’t fight tooth and nail and argued through every petty year and bleed their hearts into the words they sang and on their skin for them to have not made it home.

They were home.

15) A Moment In Time | Explicit | 14004 words

The one where Harry and Louis used to be together, until they weren’t, but with a twist of fate and a bit of magic, could this be their chance to find forever in each other’s arms?

16) I'm Still A Little Bit Yours | Mature | 14921 words

“Harry?” Louis asked to the empty apartment. "What the hell?" He sat up on the bed, his comforter pooling around his waist. The place wasn’t big enough to lose someone. Harry must have left in the middle of the night. And then he felt it. The new twinge of pain in his already bruised heart. He forcefully threw his upper body back and grunted in frustration. Then he looked over to the bedside table and noticed a note under the cup of cold chamomile tea he never got around to drinking.

He reached over and there were only two words scrawled on the otherwise blank page, “I’m sorry.”

He was so damn stupid! He curled up on his side sobbing and trembling. He covered his face with the comforter, tears soaking his pillow, as he begged his body to go back to sleep.

17) I Couldn't Face A Life Without Your Lights | Mature | 15538 words

Louis and Harry are college students who haven't been the same in the past two years.

18) Practice In Pencil, Seal It In Pen | Explicit | 16486 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry is in love with Louis but he doesn't know.

19) Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) | Not Rated | 16683 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

The one where Harry wants a little more in the bedroom and has a habit of putting his foot in his mouth.

20) The Animals, The Animals | Not Rated | 16721 words

Admittedly, it’s not the first time Louis Tomlinson finds himself in handcuffs.

The difference this time is these handcuffs are attached to a year long sentence. Not just that, but a year long sentence sharing a cell with a possibly mute 19 year old with dark eyes and even darker secrets.

21) Colder Weather | Mature | 19103 words

When Harry comes around, it’s the coldest time of year. Louis, for once, just wants Harry to take him away from colder weather.

22) Across the Grey, Salty Sea | Explicit | 19968 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 212: Alex from Dunkirk and French escort/prostitute Louis who ends up in Alex’s quarters more nights than not. Alex gives him his dog tag to wear maybe just a lot of smut and dirty talk with Louis being a pretty princess.

23) Blinded By The Sparks | Explicit | 22205 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry is a scammer who drifts from casino to casino. Louis is the new waiter who wants in on the scam.

24) Rainbow Bloom | Mature | 22711 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is in denial. Louis has been in denial for far too long. Then Harry enters his life and everything changes.

25) What A Sight For Sore Eyes | Not Rated | 24216 words

Louis’ playing Danny in their uni’s production of Grease. They’re missing a Sandy, and Harry’s sort of been in love with Louis for a year.

Everything else just kind of happens.

26) MISSING | Mature | 26950 words

Louis brothers report Louis missing after they can’t get hold of him for 24hours

Harry Styles and Charlie Stone, detectives of the teenage homicide and missing persons division, are long time friends of the Tomlinson's and take the case.

27) Even The Best Laid Plans | Explicit | 25175 words

Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

28) Sunflowers, Sunshine, And You | Explicit | 28778 words

Sunshine county is small but mighty and Harry takes pride in knowing nearly each and every person that lives inside of it. For nearly eleven years now he’s been sheriff, and not one of them he’s ever regretted settling down here.

He knows the road names like the back of his hand, knows the people and the animals and the way the world works here. In all of the time he’s been here, not a thing has changed.

So, all things considered, when he starts seeing a beat up pickup truck roaming through town with plates he’s never seen before, Harry, to be frank, jumps on that like a fly on fresh dog shit.

29) Blue Songs Are Like Tattoos | Explicit | 30739 words

“Good morning, University of California, you’re listening to KALX 90.7 FM Berkeley, this is DJ Harry Styles. If the owner of the tapes I’ve been finding around the studio doesn’t come forward and introduce himself, I’m going to continue tossing them straight in the trash!”

or the DJ Harry and Rockstar Louis fic.

30) Sweet Like Honey | Explicit | 33117 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

31) When Our Worlds They Fall Apart | Explicit | 42228 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry put his hand over his heart as if Louis had wounded him. “You’re so harsh, my liege! Perhaps you need to relieve some tension…” He let his voice trail off suggestively.

“The day I ask YOU to relieve tension is the day I lose all my wits and join the Imperials,” Louis said. “It will never happen”

Prompt 325: Star Wars AU with Harry as Han Solo and Louis as Leia.

32) Somewhere In Between | Explicit | 42765 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis wakes up early. He brushes his teeth and can only stomach a piece of toast for breakfast, dressing quickly and heading for the car. He pulls into the parking lot of the Department of Dominance and Submission just as they’re unlocking the doors. It takes him all of an hour in the uncomfortable chairs to fill out the paperwork to the best and most accurate of his ability, handing it over to the receptionist as soon as he’s finished and wiping his sweaty palms on his business trousers.

There’s a high chance that within ten to fifteen business days, Louis will be matched with a dominant.

Shit.

33) Spoonful of Sugar | Explicit | 42900 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here. This fic is also a sequel to this fic.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

34) Breakable Heaven | Explicit | 44594 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath.

“I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.”

“You must not have met many creatures then.”

Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

35) You're The Habit That I Can't Break | Not Rated | 44940 words

When Louis crosses paths with a green eyed stranger in prison, he learns that some habits aren't so bad.

36) Fine Line (The Story of Us) | Not Rated | 46191 words

Walking through Harry's album Fine Line. Each chapter reflects a song off the album.

Harry knew he was a lucky guy, really he did. He knew that in the cosmic pulling of straws he had pulled the long one and basically won the lottery. With a number one debut album, millions of adoring fans, and many a celebrity praising his work Harry should feel happier. He should be skipping instead of walking, singing instead of talking, and grinning from ear to ear. Maybe he was ungrateful. Maybe he was numb to it all. Or maybe he had a big, ocean-sized crush on his best friend.

37) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47519 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

38) A Silent Whisper (That's Left Unsaid) | Explicit | 50842 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

A Fake Relationship & Exes to Lovers AU ft a failed proposal ten years ago, an oblivious Harry, an overworked Louis, Zayn as the protective best friend, a meddling aunt and a lot of talks about weddings and rings.

39) Lost And Found | Explicit | 51736 words

Where Louis is just looking for his dog but finds love along the way.

40) Don't You Know That I'm a Moon in Daylight? | Explicit | 58770 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 79: Louis and Harry fell in love in the 18th century, Louis wanted Harry to convert him into a vampire, but he ended up resenting Harry for it. Fast forward to our modern days, they haven’t seen each other since then, but one day they meet again through a mutual friend. Harry was bitter for a long time, but he accepted that being angry wouldn't erase the fact that Louis was the love of his life. He wanted to court and spoil Louis like in their original time period, but Louis avoided him every time Harry tried to reconnect. Happy ending!

41) The Guesthouse | Explicit | 61951 words

Louis has a secret that could break him. With every trip to the Guesthouse, with every fuck he offers himself up for, he gets a piece of the freedom back that he's lost.

Seven nights a year he goes to the exclusive sex club; every day he fights to keep that little bit of information to himself.

And there's another thing - his unwavering and pointless obsession with his bandmate.

There's the Guesthouse, and then there's Harry, and Louis works tirelessly to keep the two apart. Soon, very soon now, he won't be able to.

42) My Friend Lost A Bet | Mature | 74965 words

The one where Louis ends up on the list of potential fake-boyfriends for Harry Styles because Stan really sucks at football bets.

43) In A Sea Of Mist | Explicit | 126725 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

A Greek Mythology/Camp Half-Blood AU where Harry is lost, the road to peace is a wretched one, and somehow, through a mist of confusion and regrets, Louis seems to be the only thing that makes sense and everything Harry needs.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#bottom louis #top harry #blp fic recs #monthly fic recs #fic recs #larry