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randomhuman45 · 2 years

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Dannymay 2022- Day 9 Ghost King AU

"Sup dude? Uhhhhh, what's up with the, uhhhhh," Tucker said gesturing to the space just above his head.

"Look Danny I know we're the losers of the school, but this is a bit much." Sam adds in.

"Okay, okay, I know I know, but hear me out." Danny stammers to his defense.

"Oh, this better be good." Sam responds crossing her arms across her chest with an unamused look on her face.

"Okay so you know how Clockwork told me I had 'urgent duties to attend in the ghost zone'?"

"Yeah you kind called super frantic dude."

"Anyways, so exactly 1 year from yesterday I defeated the previous Ghost King, so as per the ancient tradition and law of the ghost zone, I was to be crowned the new king and ruler of the ghost zone and all ghosts."

"I'm sorry what?" Sam asked.

"Dude you mean to tell me my best friend is a King? Hey can you make me a lord or something? Oh, I know! You can make me a knight! Can I get cool armor and a sword? A sword would be so cool!"

"Shut up Tucker!" Sam retaliated. "Are you joking Danny? I swear you better not, this is a serious thing!"

"Trust me the rulers of different parts of the ghost zone were all there like Dora and Frostbite, plus Clockwork and the observants had to read from this giant ancient book and it was a whole thing."

"So you have the ring of rage and crown of fire now?"

"Yeah. And see that's the problem."

"Yeah no kidding."

"Danny you're a mess already with your powers. Adding more power to that is just going to be a mess!" Sam argued.

"Okay, wow. First of all, ow. Secondly, not what I was talking about. You see since my role as King wasn't challenged by any of the lower division royalty members in the zone, my royal ghost stuff cannot be taken off. So I'm stuck with the crown and ring on me 24/7!"

"Okay but why is the crown of rage a Burger King crown?" Tucker asked.

Danny just sighed and slumped down. "Look when I detransform I still can't take them off. But Hades explained that I can alter the way they look. Apparently it's how he alters how he looks to humans when he enters the living world. Anyways, a small simple silver ring and burger king crown were the best I could come up with. So, yeah. This is what I'm going to be wearing the rest of my life."

"Damn dude. You are so gonna get beat by Dash for that. Good luck."

"Well what else was I supposed to do?"

"Literally anything else. Danny, you can't take it off, meaning it can't fall off, you couldn't just make it so small people can't see it or small and dark enough to blend in with your hair?" Sam pointed out.

"You know I hate you right?"

"You're welcome. So, change it?"

"Uggg, I would if I could Sam. But I kinda need Hades' help. I basically had him do this for me cause I could NOT figure it out."

"Well like Tuck said, good luck with Dash."

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Bonus:

Phantom Chat Room

Phantom_Can_Get_It: Omg have you guys seen Phantoms' new look????? That fire crown is sooooooo hot!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥😫😫😫😫

Phantom_is_a_hero: I saw! It's so badass!!!💪💪💪💪💪

Phantom=Fenton: You guys have to be kidding me! Fenton comes to class with a crown on and now Phantom has a crown!!!! Are you blind!!!Clearly they are the same person!!!

Phantom_Fanatic: Omg I thought we blocked Wes, who keeps letting him in here?????

Phantom=Fenton: You do know my dad is like a tech genius right? I won't let you silence the truth!!

Phantom_my_hero: You mean the guy who's been trying to get into Mayor Master's pants for the past 3 years?

Phantom_is_a_hero: Loser! Besides Fenton probably just wore it cause I called him the king if losers.

Phantom=Fenton: You called him that because he was wearing a crown. He was wearing the crown before you called him that.

Phantom_Fanatic: Omg can someone just kick him out again!!!

//Phantom_Can_Get_It has kicked Phantom=Fenton out of chat//

Phantom_Can_Get_It: There you go bestie!!!!❤❤❤❤❤

Phantom_my_hero: Thank you!!❤❤❤

Phantom_Can_Get_It: Okay so I know Phantom was wearing a ring, but you think he would leave his partner for me?????

Phantom_my_hero: Oh absolutely!!!!

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ashboy-3 · 7 months

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Ghost Lessons Pt 1

Fandom: Danny Phantom Prompt: Robots Character: Tucker, Danny, Sam, Jack, and Maddie Words: 499 Summary: Now that Jack and Maddie are aware of Danny's half-ghost status it's time for the three teens to try and educate them on the ghost that are most active within Danny's life. . .it's a struggle

“So, this is a ghost robot?” Maddie Fenton asked her son and his friends from the couch as they gave her and her husband a PowerPoint presentation.

“Mom they have names,” Danny scolded her.

“This one is called Skulker,” Tucker pointed to the picture.

“But Jazz said-“ Jack Fenton was cut off by the three teens.

“That’s not his name!!!”

The parent Fenton’s jumped at the outburst.

“I know Jazz gave her own names to most of the ghost that I fight when she first joined, but they already have names. They’re not pets or children. They don’t get renamed just because they go to someone else. They have feelings,” Danny tried to explain to his parents.

“But you fight this one?” Jack questioned.

“It’s more like,” Danny rubbed his neck awkwardly. He didn’t want to outright tell his parents that this ghost was one who has and will try to kill him multiple times, but it’s no longer like that.

“They have an understanding Mrs. Fenton,” Sam jumped into save the day.

“Yeah. Skulker still goes after Danny, but it’s an understanding that Danny is just a fledgling,” Tucker smiled, making Danny hit him in the ribs with a smile. “Ow,” Tucker clutched the pain.

“A fledgling?” Maddie looked to her son to explain.

“It’s nothing. The ghost just aren’t really trying to kill me anymore. Turns out they were never really trying to kill me,” Danny put his hands up defensively.

“But they were before?” Maddie crossed her arms.

“To be fair, Danny was not aware of this information till after,” Sam tried to help slow the burn.

“Okay let’s just get back to the main point. This is Skulker. He wears a suit, but really he’s just a small little thing. He’s ghost zone’s elf-proclaimed greatest hunter and wants my pelt on his wall. Any questioned? “Danny asked, seeing both of his parents raise their hands he groaned.

“Yes mom?”

“So, he has tried to kill you,” she crossed her arms, glaring at her youngest child.

“Misses F let’s just assumes that everyone we are showing you has tried to kill Danny at least once. It will make this go by a lot faster,” Tucker promised her.

“What about the ones that are on your side?” Jack questioned.

“They’ve all tried to kill Danny. Some of them did not know that they were actively trying,” Sam elaborated.

“Yeah, like Frostbite!” Danny snapped his fingers, skipping to the picture of the giant yeti.

“Poor guy just had a thorn stuck in him,” Sam frowned.

“Hey, he helps us now! And he loves the Great one!” Tucker teased, poking his tounge out at Danny. Causing the two to start hitting each other.

“Boys!” Sam yelled, annoyed at them already. “We have a presentation to get back to,” she gestured to the PowerPoint that was still up and running. “Oh right. So Skulker,” Tucker went back to the image as Danny groaned, they were going to be here forever.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #ghost king danny #tucker foley #ectoberhaunt23 #jack fenton #maddie fenton #eh day 9 #eh robots

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blackpensils · 2 years

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DannyMay Day 9/Day 12: Ghost King AU/Elements

“What is the Ghost King without his revitalizing Queen?”

Wasn’t going to participate in DannyMay but I changed my mind. This is a few days late tho, but who cares about time anyway, right? Also could this fit the theme of “Elements” as well? Since Sam is in her plant self here. I’m gonna say it does. Kill two birds with one stone.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #danny x sam #dannymay2022 #ghost king au #ghost king danny #plant sam #plant queen #phanart #phandom #day 9 #day 12 #elements #Digital Art #My Art

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five-rivers · 2 years

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What Was Bound, What Was Loosed 6

AO3

The palace of the King of All Ghosts was surrounded by acres upon acres of gardens. They were tended to by shades, shadowy not-ghosts bound to the king’s will.

The new king’s shades were gentle, quiet, unassuming, and faded into the background, unlike what they had been for the last king. Pariah Dark had been anything but gentle, and his shades had reflected that. Even during his golden age, they had been forceful, a projection of his confidence, his power.

Petitioners were received in the gardens, now. Not the throne room. Never the throne room. Never a throne. Those who knew what went into a coronation were not surprised. Others…

He was so different from Pariah. Pariah had not opened his keep to petitioners for years after he was crowned. When he woke it was with fury in his heart, vengeance on his mind, for all that the strain of his coronation kept him from attempting conquest for several long, blessed years.

No, the new king was… soft was not, perhaps, the correct word. Perhaps there were no words that could truly describe him in his entirety. When he saw petitioners, his weakness, his wounds, were clearly on display, something that few rulers would ever allow. The times when he accepted petitioners were short, scattered, his health not robust enough to withstand longer audiences.

Yet even those whose requests were turned away did not dare attack him, did not dare try to threaten him for the sake of their wish.

This was at least partially because of the looming presence of the Master of Time at the king’s shoulder, but… not entirely. No. Not entirely.

The new king was young, small, hurt, and, at times, desperate. But there was something about him, something invisible and sharply dangerous. To push him too hard would be to press bare hands against shattered glass. Not done wisely.

Although some would say that petitioning the Ghost King was unwise to begin with.

Danny was finding balance.

Somehow. Somehow.

He still ached for sleep, still lacked the energy to stay awake, still felt like he was falling apart, still felt like an open wound, like he was made of salt, like everything he was had been broken, but he was finding balance. Because for the first time since all of this started, he was really helping. Helping someone. Helping a person. People.

People came to ask him things. Came to him, in his lonely castle, in his palace, in his prison. Came to him, cautious but hopeful.

When Danny could help… It felt amazing. Soothing. Like a balm on his soul. When he couldn’t… When he wouldn’t…

It was a work in progress.

He breathed in, as deeply as his lungs would allow. He could smell the roses. There were a lot of roses in this part of the garden, blue ones that grew from ice.

“I don’t understand the gardens,” said Danny. He leaned forward, to prod at a small flower that grew near the legs of the bench, but overreached. Dizziness overtook him and he almost tipped over.

Clockwork steadied him. “What don’t you understand?”

“Hm?”

“About the gardens?”

Danny blinked, slowly. “Why they’re here, I guess? I don’t…”

“They make you happy, do they not? They are something you enjoy?”

“I guess,” said Danny.

“That is reason enough for them,” said Clockwork.

His thumb brushed the side of Danny’s neck and Danny flinched away. Immediately, Clockwork dropped his hand and drifted back, away from Danny. Danny longed for the touch and was glad it was gone at the same time. He hunched his shoulders, trying to ignore the contradiction.

He wanted–

He didn’t know what he wanted.

“So… stuff will just happen if I want it?”

“That is, perhaps, an oversimplification, but yes. Your thoughts and feelings direct more than the weather.” Clockwork flew into Danny’s line of sight. “Your personality forms much of the basis for the underlying essence of the Infinite Realms and from that essence comes things like this.” He cupped a rose that was as blue as an evening sky, in one hand, turning it towards Danny.

“But flowers aren’t really… I don’t know. My thing. They’re more Sam’s thing, if anything.” He liked them, and they responded to him, but they didn’t make sense for him.

“That they are not your passion does not make them meaningless to you. I cannot say what they mean to you, but perhaps, like many people, you associate them with life.”

Danny pursed his lips. “Maybe,” he said. He closed his eyes.

“Would you like to try to sleep?” asked Clockwork.

“Not yet,” said Danny. He knew he wouldn’t be able to, not yet. “Let’s… I think there’s one more person waiting for today.” He nodded. “One more.” He could feel the shades bringing them now.

“I am unsure this is someone you will want to see.”

“Can’t be any worse than any of you,” said Danny, feeling snippy at being told what to do, after everything. He leaned back against the bench, resting as much as he was able. If he fell asleep now… it would be good, if he could fall asleep.

He didn’t.

The shades were close, now. He opened his eyes to greet whatever guess they’d brought.

He was abruptly not tired at all. Or, at least, the possibility of rest was completely banished from his thoughts.

“You!”

“Goodness,” said Spectra. “You say that as if I was the one to betray you and trap you in a thankless job like a slave.”

“Go away,” hissed Danny, trying to stand.

“Is that any way to treat someone who’s trying to help you? Although, I suppose you may not know any better considering how all your attempts at helping have worked out.”

“I don’t want any help from you.”

“Oh, but you need my help, don’t you? At least you know that I’m honest with you, dear, unlike–”

Wrath flushed through Danny’s body so quickly that it left him blind.

(The Ghost Zone trembled.)

(The older ghosts had known - it had only been a matter of time.)

“Daniel,” said Clockwork. “Breathe for me, Daniel.”

Clockwork was holding his hands.

“There you are.”

“Where,” said Danny. “Where did she go?”

Clockwork paused.�� “I sent her away,” he said. “She will not bother you again.”

“Why didn’t… you do that before?” asked Danny. He was having some trouble breathing.

“I do not wish to interpose myself between you and your choices, Daniel.”

“Warn me,” said Danny, moving his hand to grip at Clockwork’s arm, “next time. More.”

“Of course.” He shifted to support Danny more. “Would you like to go back to your room?”

Danny felt like crying. “I won’t be able to sleep.”

“You could still rest. I could read to you.”

Danny closed his eyes and slumped forward. “Okay,” he said. “Okay.”

#danny phantom #dannymay 2022 #dannymay #dannymay 2022 day 9: ghost king au

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pseudovilli · 2 years

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DannyMay Day 6 & 9 — Space / Ghost King AU

#danny phantom #danny fenton #my art #dannymay2022 #day 6 #space #day 9 #ghost king AU

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shadowstar1919 · 2 years

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Ghost King Danny Phantom/Fenton Danny Finally acepted his crown.

#Danny Phantom #dannymay2022 #king Danny #Ghost king #Danny phantom fanart #Phanart #dannymay #day 9 #ghost king au

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channajen · 2 years

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Dannymay2022 Day 9: Ghost King AU

It was just a normal family dinner...until it wasn’t.

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It was just another Tuesday—until it wasn’t. The Fenton family was having a rare night with the entire family at the table eating a meal that wasn’t fighting back. It had been a normal day. There had been little to no ghost activity the past week, which had concerned Danny a bit. The halfa didn’t want to jinx his good fortune by thinking too much about it, though, so he put it out of his mind and relished being well-rested for a change. This particular Tuesday night, he was enjoying a meatloaf that wasn’t attacking him, and he was actually having a decent conversation with his sister and parents that didn’t involve ghosts. It was a perfect evening. That should have been a clue that something was going on, but Danny was just basking in the unusual feeling of being happy with his family.

Then time just…stopped. Everyone and everything just froze mid-motion. Danny instinctively reached for his chest and felt the cool weight of a time medallion on his chest. He looked up and saw his mentor standing behind his father. “Clockwork?” He asked, confused. “What’s going on? Why are you here?”

***read the rest on a03***

#Dannymay2022 #ghost king danny #ghost king au #feels #Dannymay2022 day 9

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pedge-page · 5 months

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Cravings

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!reader

Summary: Pussy eating king frankie, who gets his aforementioned nickname when you tried to come up with ways to prevent him from relapsing back to coke.

Warnings: soooo much oral —pussy eating, cum eating, grinding, dry humping, cumming in pants, kissing, Frankie's mouth is everywhere, alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, little dub con since Frankie doesn't ask if he can cum inside, overstimulation, free use esc situations

Notes: This is NOT the Frankie free-use series I mentioned before; I'm a bit delayed with writing it, so here's something else i had started as a drabble but then... did not stay a drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoy this fic!

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Rather than drowning himself in coke, Santi slyly suggest he drowns himself in pussy instead. The guys around the table laughed, but you kind of agreed and told him you'd help set him up on hookups. Frankie didn't want to go through the trouble of having to find a potentially different girl each night. Plus, his cravings were sporadic. He would need his fix in that moment whenever it came.

He remembered back when you had drunkenly admitted guys could hardly satisfy you because you had a high drive, usually cumming on your fingers at least 6 times a day before bed, often times more on lonely weekends. He was left speechless at the time, but now he couldn't get Santi's proposition mixed with that knowledge of you out of his head.

You tried to cook him meals instead or buy him hoards of candy, but the idea was stuck in his mind. You knew you'd be a convenient alternative, given you only lived less than 10 minutes away and was always around when he needed help. But you were afraid of crossing that line with one of your all time best friends.

Eventually, being around him so much—"on call" as the boys put it—left you susceptible to his sweet touches, ghosting lips against your ears, sporadic twitches and jittery hands, antsy fingers dancing along your hips. You considered the option heavily before finally caving: you were doing this to HELP him, as his friend. Just a little relief every so often when he absolutely needed it.

You came 9 times on his tongue the first time. It wasn't even that he was trying to make you cum, but the eagerness in the way he moved so fast, growling and moaning at the taste, his lips attached and never left your heat. His big nose just perfectly bumping your clit each time he pointed his tongue dove deep into your craving hole, curling up and hitting that soft spot inside you left you shaking and crying out his name, back arched and fingers clawing at his shoulders.

He was sated for almost 6 days (and you needed the ample recovery time because not even your fingers could make you cum so hard) before the craving hit again. Incessant knuckles pounded your doorstep. You had barely unlocked the door before he was shoving himself in and devouring your mouth with his. "I need another hit, carniño."

He didn't wait for a response, knocking you on your ass on the sofa and stripping your sweats and panties off before throwing one leg over his shoulder. Flattening his tongue, he licks a long strip along from your hole to your clit, obscenely guttural moans from the back of his throat filled your ears. He looked wild-eyed and crazy, as if starved for weeks and was finally given the sugar rush of the century.

You inevitably move in with him, claiming his spare bedroom, worried about how bad he gets when he goes anything longer than a few hours without you.

He makes you ride his face until you're suffocating him, and he still can't get enough. Your juices flood his mouth and nose and his eyes roll back as he loses air. You try to get off and apologies, but he's caged your thighs with his muscular arms, holding your pussy flat against his face as he devoured you more, ignoring your squirming pleas. He hums against your nub, the vibrations sending you into your own addictive high. You cum again, and again, and again, and soon you're tugging his hair, crying his name with fat tears down your cheek, leaning back and scratching at his chest to let off, but its useless. He's so lost in your cunt that you become light headed, barely holding on to the headboard as your lower body continues to spasm.

He only pulls off for a minute, squeezing his nostrils to force out your juices. He's so dazed, pupils blown wide, beard and mustache drenched in your slick, so pussy-drunk and in love that he wants to do it again. "Sweetest fucking cunt, I swear. Just wanna curl up and live inside here, querida."

You offer to suck him off but he gestures embarrassingly down, where you turn to see a dark splotch on the belt-line of his pants where the tip of his spent cock peaks out, dribbling little white drops onto his lower belly, having cum untouched just from eating you out.

It gets to the point where you lock yourself in the bathroom when you take a shower just to have 10 minutes of peace. Your pussy is so puffy, clit so swollen from his constant assault day and night that you have to calm down and remind yourself what good its doing for him. He hasn't touched the white powder in weeks.

He's wondered where you've gone when he sees the bathroom light illuminate under the door. He knocks a few times, then raps harsher with his fists, calling out your name. You tell him you just need a minute. The makeshift locks on the bathroom door of Frankie's apartment isn't designed to keep an ex militant out, and he just pushes it forward with enough force that it gives way and he let's himself in. You go to cover yourself when he pulls the shower curtains away, but the same needy expression on his face as he narrows in to the slit between your legs has you aching once again. It's Pavlovian, the way he stares, practically drooling, hands twitching by his side, sending signals to your cunt to start dripping for his appetite. He spins you around so your cheek is smothered against tile, ass out towards him, not caring about the water drenching his baseball cap, grey shirt and pants as he kneels on the shower floor and puts his face between your legs. He moans when his lips start sucking on your nub, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole. He keeps you in your spread position with his arms holding your waist, making their way to spread your ass for him to dive further in, knees between your heels. You reach one arm back, knocking his cap off as you card your fingers through his damp hair, gripping it when you cum and grind yourself back on his scruffy face.

He's otherwise so gentle, so soft spoken, but when he gets between your legs, something primal takes over and you can hardly recognize him.

Sometime in the evening while you were watching a movie, you see his knee bouncing next to you. You has snapped at him earlier and refused his hunger when he peppered kisses all over your neck, down your back, then tried to yank your pants down while you were cooking dinner for the two of you, nearly burning your arm on the stove from such force.

You hated that you had outright refused him for the first time, but the truthfully the swollenness between your legs needed rest before he wrecked you again. He's biting his lip so hard, stealing glances at you before rubbing his hair and shifting his cap back on.

You instead take your top off, having gotten comfortable enough to go without a bra when it was just the two of you. Frankie is a bit shocked, only used to seeing you strip your pants first before anything else.

You crawl over to him before sitting in his lap, thighs spread over his. He swallows the lump in his throat, unable to take his eyes off of your tits right in front of him. His legs are still bouncing in agitation, the movement making your breasts jiggle right in front of him. He groans, licking his lips, breathing heavily.

"She needs a break, Fish," you said quietly, your soft and small hands seeking his big and callous ones, pulling them up over your waist before letting them settle on your cups.

He doesn't hesitate or ask further, head leaning forward and lips immediately latching on to your nipple. He moans, eyes closed as he sucks around the areola, tongue swirling your pebble as he kneads them in his hands.

You're trying so hard not to grind down on his cock, instead sitting upright on your knees so you're not fully resting your damp panty-covered crotch against the tent in his pants. The position is more head level with your tits, but he doesn't like that. He grips your hips to bring you flush against him, gasping out when you instinctually start rocking your hips steadily against his clothed length.

He noticed how heavily your chest is flexing, glaring up at you to see your brows furrowed, face tilted towards the ceiling trying not to cum on him. He cups his hands against your cheeks and brings you in for a sweet kiss, his lips slotting perfectly against yours as his hands return to palming your breasts. He presses his forehead against yours so your eyes meet, goosebumps wracking your whole body at the lust behind his eyes, and something more you couldn't place. "So good to me, querida. Perfect lips"—he gently pecks your lips—"perfect tits"—then a generous kiss to each of your breasts—"my perfect girl." You could smell the scent of your pussy on his lips, as if they'd be stained there now. Kissing your lips, your throat, collarbone, down the valley of your breasts, and erect nipples, and all the way back up again, was enough to keep his mouth busy and his craving subsided. And it worked almost as well, the two of you cumming sticky and wet against one another in your underwear with heavy sighs and sated eyes; you had calmed him down enough to get him to remove his clothes and put on a fresh pair of boxers before tucking him to his own bed with your favorite blanket.

As you tip toed into the bathroom to prep for a bath, you stared at your naked reflection: how swollen, and red your breasts were, covered in raised bite marks the shape of Frankie's jaws. Among your new scars are the faded scratches and bruises of Frankie's fingertips on your waist, stomach and lower back from how incessantly he devours you while his face is buried in your sopping pussy, like he had to sink his claws into you so you wouldn't slip away as he feasted. You look like you were attacked by a passionate lion.

His sweet nothings every time he stared into your eyes was what really turned you on. You tell yourself that it was just the withdrawal symptoms talking. That he was basically just high on a new drug.

To you, it must have looked like Frankie's craving were only getting worse with how increasingly frequent his lips found themselves attached to your body. In truth, his desire for coke steadily grew less, and it wasn't the replacement of the powder that he was seeking from you but rather the insaitability of finally having you that grew stronger.

The rest of boys noticed the effects you're having on Frankie too. They see it when he meets them for a drink every other Saturday, the way he anxiously taps his foot under the table, glancing around like he's unsure what to do, where to go, because he can't sit still. It's the signs of his cravings kicking back in, and they're all worried at first. But it's not until you up show later and slide into the booth next to him that they notice: Frankie casually drapes his arm around your shoulders like he always did—that part was normal. But what was new is how they could visibly see Frankie's heart rate slow, the way he slumped against the bench and completely calmed down from just your presence.

They also couldn't help but notice the way his eyes raked you with a mix of lust, love, and obsession, his dark gaze never once leaving the sight of you the entire night. All the while you laughed and chatted with them about your week, oblivious to the change in demeanor of your friend from just a few months ago.

You assured the boys that you two weren't fucking—and it was true, you hadn't slept with him once. albeit a few blow jobs, it was exclusively just Frankie eating you out or kissing. You were very hopeful that his cravings were going to go away soon since its the longest he's been off coke. You were even talking to your old landlord to see if your old apartment a few blocks away still had openings since you'd be moving out of Frankie's place soon. Santi couldn't help but see Frankie's dejection, his arm sliding away from you as he excused himself to get more beer.

By the end of the night, Frankie was drunk out of his mind. Will suggested he slow down so he wouldn't pass out before he could walk home. It sounded like a good plan, until Francisco glanced over to the bar and saw you sitting there and smiling at a guy who was flirting with you. Fish took a giant gulp of his beer, downing the entire jug before slamming it on the table and striding out of the booth towards you. He overheard the guy asking if you had a ride home tonight.

"She comes home with me. Every. Night," he slurred, his sweaty palm skimming possessively over your jean-clad thigh and snaking between your legs, face coming so close to you that your noses slide against each other. Frankie's eyes bore into yours with so much desire, it bordered on range. You knew those were his craving eyes. The pungent smell of alcohol on his breath made you flinch as he tried to pull you in for a kiss. You quickly tell the confused guy that he's your roommate and you need to get him home immediately. You could barely finish excusing yourself from the stranger before Frankie was dragging you out of the bar. You managed to wave to the others, making a drinking gesture and pointing to Frankie before being yanked into the street.

He was stumbling all over the place, breath uneven as you hoisted him up to lean against you, eventually making it through his apartment entrance and turning the key to unlock his unit.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Frankie slammed the door close behind him and pinned you up against it, his hands roaming your body as his mouth desperately sought yours. "Craving," he mumbled against your open lips. "Need"—tongue forcing its way into your mouth, he nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it before releasing with a pop— "need you," he panted.

"I know, I know—Jesus Fish. I'm—gonna help—gonna take care of you—" you breathed, ashamed of how quickly you could feel your panties dampen. It never bothered him though, and only encouraged his sweet tooth more. You weren't nearly as drunk as him, but your few margaritas made you extremely susceptible, even welcoming, to his touch.

You hummed into his shoulder when his hard bulge rubbed purposefully against your covered core. He bit your earlobe as he fisted your low-neck shirt before pulling it down roughly, the fabric tearing away. You gasped, ready to scold him but he pressed his mouth on you again, teeth clashing, his hands slotting down your body to pinch, grope, scratch at any bit of skin he could get.

"So—so good t'me. Always taking—such good care of me, cariño."

His fingers dip into your ass and hoist you up so he's carrying you, your arms and legs wrapped securely around him as he boldered through his apartment, kicking his door open before tossing you on the bed, watching you bounce. You never break eye contact as you unbutton your jeans at the same time Frankie pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside to unfasten his belt and zipper.

Clambering over you to reseal your lips, you breath in his scent, hands exploring his tone arms, down his chest and muscle middle all the way to the little pooch of tummy hanging. His hands gripped your jeans and pulled them along with you down the length of the bed, bringing you to the edge, his grip pushing up on the back of your thighs so your knees are digging against your rib cage, pulsing pussy exposed at his mercy. "I fuckin' love this pussy, querida," he growled before burying his face between you folds for the thounsandth time. "So fuckin' wet for me," he mumbled against your thigh, nipping at the skin.

He ate you out with precision, eyes hungry watching you, determined to make you fall apart quickly. He wasn't doing it for his own taste, but the sheer satisfaction of watching you writhe for him, knowing your body inside out as the only one who could get you like this. He's languidly thrusting two fingers in and out. You didn't even need to be stretched: he'd practically been prepping you for months now. You're crying out into the air as you cum, hips bucking against his nose with your heels digging into his shoulder blades. Frankie pulls away, kissing your stomach and up your tits before making you taste yourself on his lips.

The feeling of his cock nudging your entrance make your once dazed eyes go wide and alert. He pauses, suddenly worried. He can't read your expression, time dragging out too long and it scares the fuck out of him that he's taking it too far, that you didn't agree to this.

He had wanted to tell you everything right then: how he dreams of you riding him, or when he fists his cock in the shower when you're at work to the thought of what your tight walls would feel like wrapped around him when first violates you, how he automatically gets aroused now when he just sees you or smells your laundry, or admitting how many times he's actually cum in his pants without you noticing when he is buried between your legs, dying to have you cum around his cock instead of his tongue.

It's not until you sense his hesitation that you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close, sharing the same breath of air, nodding as your calves hook over his ass and squeeze his hips, the tip of his flush cock slipping in to your wet heat.

You both sigh heavily into each other's mouth when he takes charge again and thrusts fully inside you. He scrunches his eyes closed, forehead dipping down to your breast bone to revel in the overwhelming feeling of the tight space inside you.

You warmly caress his hair to bring him back up to you, kissing him and whispering, lips trembling, "Don't—don't think about it. Just... just use me."

His heart sank: You probably just thought this was another hit for him.

He didn't want to think about the fact that you were everything he'd needed in that moment, the image of perfection beneath him beautifully laid out for his eyes, his touch, but not for his soul. He gritted his teeth, pulling out then slamming back in, jolting your whole body up the mattress. It was fast, rough, and not at all how he wanted your first time to be with him, but he couldn't control his urges. He was gasping loudly as he fucked you, your cunt gushing around his member, the obscene sound of slick and skin slapping skin echoing in his otherwise empty apartment.

He brought his thumb to rub messy circles on your clit, sending you into a spasm of praises and expletives, but the most satisfying sound was his name repeated over and over again.

He barely manages to pull out before jerking his cock only twice and creaming all over your folds and clit. Groaning in post orgasmic bliss, he watches you heaving and shaking, filthy pussy covered in his seed. Half of his mind is only working now as he slides back down to lap you clean with his mouth, his own saltiness filling his throat, fingers scissoring inside to get your juices flowing, obsessed with the sight in front of him: your back arched off the bed, heels digging into his lower back as his hands pinning your hips down flat so he can work his mouth over you. And then you're cumming again, so angelic on his tongue, your sweet moans going right to his dick, hardening once again as he ruts into the mattress. He nips your clit and sucks, reluctant to pull away as he lines up and splits you open. You scream out, and if it weren't for the way your barely-recovered battered walls kept sucking him back in, he'd be worried you're in pain. His hands hook under your lower back, lifting you off the bed as he plows into your squelching cunt over and over again.

Youre both covered in a thin layer of sweat, the pillows and comforter of his bed strewn haphazardly around the floor as he dominates you. The headboard slammed recklessly agains the wall, and neither of you cared about your neighbors trying to sleep at 1 in the morning. He ignores the oversensitivity of his cock and your clit, forcing you both into an unexpected climb of another orgasm like it was a primal need.

It was happening without warning; he should be asking for permission, but he knew you took the pill, and he's been dying to release inside you from the moment you first let him put his lips on you. You're cumming on his cock again, hips bucking and grinding against him without your clit being touched, and he was done for.

With a harsh cry, he climaxes again, his length flooding your womb with ribbons of white. His arm shoots in front of him, flat on the bed next to your ear to hold himself up so he didn't crash down on you as his hips jerked, pushing his seed deeper in to you.

He rested most of his weight on top of you, labored breaths combined into one. He kisses the top of your nose, whispering "thank you," unsticking your sweaty bodies as he rolls you two over to have you lying on top, your head next to his. He pats your hair over your ear, pebbling your forehead and eyelids in kisses. His cock twitched in your spent heat, cum leaking out and dripping down to his balls and on the bed.

"Glad I—could...help..." you mumbled, eyes already closed as you drifted into sleep.

His softening dick slipped from your pussy, warm hands wiping you with his shirt before settling you gently on a pillow. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, naked and fast alseep on his bed. He pulled his sheets higher to your shoulder, his heart beating faster at the way you snuggled further into his pillow.

Frankie stared at the ceiling for hours, hand on his forehead in anguish, wondering how the fuck he was supposed to tell you it wasn't cocaine he was craving last night.

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Part 2: Crash

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artemismoorea03 · 6 months

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DP x DC: If You Take A Ghost Dog to The Dog Park

Cujo was what Sam called a 'Hound of Hell' and she meant it literally. After Danny became the King of Ghosts at the mature age of 15 and 2 days old, Cujo - his "dog" - became a listed Ghost Zone Hound which had multiple other names which included 'Hell Hound'. With Cujo's new found ability he was able to find Danny wherever he went and get him out of any potentially dangerous situation he found himself, as well as carry out orders given to him by Frostbite, Clockwork, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Elle, Valerie and of course - Danny.

But Cujo was still a dog.

A very excited dog who dragged him all the way to a corner of the Ghost Zone and through a natural portal into an city Danny hadn't visited in person before. Gotham City. Specifically Cujo took him to the Gotham City dog park where he proceeded to try to play with the other dogs in the park.

Most of the dogs seemed hesitant at first until a great dane puppy jogged over and the two started to play together. It was nice to watch considering how little Hell Hounds there were in the Ghost Zone, but on the other hand Danny was in his human form and having a glowing green dog was quickly gaining attention, specifically from the owner of the great dane, a 9-year-old kid with black hair and green eyes.

"What kind of dog is that?" The kid asked.

"Honestly? No idea, he's a rescue." Danny said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "His names Cujo. What's your dogs name?"

"Titus."

"Like the Roman Emperor?" Danny questioned, seeing the surprise on the boys face.

"Exactly. Cujo is the name of a horror movie dog, correct?"

Danny nodded, "Yeah."

"Why is he green?"

Danny shrugged, "Dunno, he came that way." Danny said, then facepalmed when Cujo suddenly took on his huge form and began running through the park with Titus right on his heels.

It wasn't just Titus anymore either.

Suddenly more and more dogs were chasing Cujo through the dogpark as Cujo howled, barked, then turned and bowed occasionally at the other dogs before he finally turned and made a mad dash at Danny.

The kid took a step back as Danny just sighed, bracing himself as Cujo got closer and closer. Then, when he was close enough Danny held out his hand.

"Cujo, stop!"

Cujo slid to a stop, ending up less than three feet from Danny, his tail swishing excitedly.

"Cujo, sit."

Cujo sat down, his tail now thumping on the ground.

"Good. Now, Cujo, shrink."

Cujo popped into his small figure and jumped into Danny's arms as he pet him then looked at the kid and other very concerned and confused people.

"Uh... bye." He said, walking away leaving everybody concerned and confused.

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Damian sat at the Bat-Computer curled up slightly as he tried to find information on what he'd seen when Drake walked in. Drake approached, looking at the computer with a tilt of his head.

"Is that a giant green dog?"

"Indeed. It was able to shift size, was glowing, and is seemingly well trained."

"So.. what you're doing research so you can get one of your own?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm trying to find the boy was who had it."

"Why?"

"Because the boy whom was with the dog had rings of glowing green around his eyes. Lazarus green specifically. I suspect a Lazarus pit has opened up within the Gotham Limits and that this boy and his dog are playing in it. If a Lazarus Pit has opened within Gotham we must get the boy into custody and get both he and his dog some help, then we must seal the pit."

"What if you can't find them?"

"Then they'll find us. That green dog and Titus enjoyed playing together and dogs thrive on patterns. The dog - Cujo - had fun at the park so it's only a matter of time before they return to it."

"Huh... if you take a dog to the dog park, he'll want to play again."

Damian looked at Drake with a raised brow.

"I was referencing a childrens book about a mouse and a cookie."

"Leave such things for Todd." Damian said simply, looking at the computer again.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #forgive any mistakes #i've been up for so many hours #half asleep at the end so ignore me~#enjoy~

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hritika13-tamboli · 23 days

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J𝑒𝑜𝑛 J𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 2...

Series :

Day by day @hansolmates

Summary : a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together

Aim for the heart @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Bedeviled @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength. Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it. Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy... Walking through to get something that you've waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much. Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

Animal - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 @cutaepatootie

Summary : “I don’t want to go without telling something.” The girl frown looking at the old man “What do you mean, Mr. Jeon?” “I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.” “About her?” the girl frowns. Maybe his daughter? His sister? The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving. “Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

Into the woods @junqkook

Summary : getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

One-shot :

The habits of the broken heart @softykooky

Summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. alternatively, “You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

Something in the heir @hisunshiine

Summary : The king of your empire will be leaving soon to head off to fight against Soiros, a foreign enemy, and his seven knights of the order of Bangtania will lead the way. One of the seven, Jeon Jungkook, with his dark eyes and easy smile, is someone you long for. Children believe he has slain dragons, and adults think he’s killed over one thousand Soirian soldiers. Everyone thinks he is a heartbreaker, making his way through every unwed wench in the land...but all he wants is you.

Miracle of the season @cybrsan

Summary : Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. When a familiar face pops up, you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Amortentia @jungkxook

Summary : jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

Black magic @hansolmates

Summary : a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

(Un)crushed @hansolmates

Summary : you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally

What's wrong? @oddinary4bts

Summary : Reader overhears Jungkook talk to his friends and mention how she’s always clinging on to him and doesn’t let him breathe sometimes and that she’s annoying because she’s too loud and energetic. When he comes back home she acts the complete opposite and tries to avoid him without letting him know what’s going on, until he realises that he actually prefers her clingy and loud🥺

High demand @bunnyhugs77

Summary : modern day Romeo and Juliet

Coin toss @yoondoze

Summary : you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

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