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gilly-moon · 3 days

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first draft/WIP of a Nightlight thing where he loses his glow and is Very Unwell about it. This fic is shaping up to be long and ✨️angsty✨️ but here's a little preview of a more wholesome moment from chapter one:

“You must be the Nightlight.”

Twisting where he sat, Nightlight expected another member of the staff, come to ogle at him with the others. He straightened up when he found a finely-dressed lady standing at the door instead, her dark eyes reflecting the soft smile on her lips.

He nodded, rising to his feet. There was an instinctual voice in his head telling him to bow to the woman, but he hesitated. Certainly her dress was that of a noble, its dark blue velvet embroidered with gold at the cuffs and collar. But unlike the nobles he’d seen in the Capital City, she seemed otherwise unadorned, auburn hair falling in loose waves down her back.

“Was the journey here bearable?” the woman asked. She pressed a hand to her chest, a simple golden ring glinting on her finger. “I do apologize, we’re so far out of the way…”

Nightlight shook his head, resting the base of his staff on the ground to lean against it. The woman’s eyes followed the movement, but her expression remained pleasant.

“I hope you’ll forgive me for the delay, as well. It seems there was some…miscommunication about when we should expect your arrival.”

Of course. But why wouldn’t the Lunanoffs do everything in their power to be rid of him as soon as possible? He was nothing more than a reminder of their pain. A dead weight to be shipped off to anyone willing to bear him as a burden.

“Well, bygones, I say!”

His eyes lifted from where they’d fallen to his feet. The lady was still smiling, her cheeks rosy with warmth. She actually seemed…pleased that he was here.

“My name is Althea,” she said brightly. “If any of the staff insists I be called ‘Lady Pitchiner,’ they’re fooling with you. We’re all family here in this quiet little corner of the universe.

“And you…is it just Nightlight? Do you have any other name you like to go by?”

Nightlight shook his head emphatically, fingers wrapping tighter around his staff. A Nightlight was a Nightlight and nothing more. He’d already lost his shine. He wouldn’t lose his name, too.

“Very well,” Althea conceded. A touch of concern dimmed her features, but she seemed adept at smoothing it down. “Nightlight, then. Have you been given a tour of the house yet?”

#fun fact: althea is the name of the friend that introduced me to my favorite blackice fic (SAL)#we lost touch ages ago but I still think of her fondly so #consider this an homage to an old friend #rotg #my writing #rise of the guardians #nightlight #kozmotis pitchiner

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gilly-moon · 4 days

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For Vlad and Danny, or pompep if you're interested, night I ask for:

29, 92, or 97?

~harley

I am realizing I have NO confidence in writing these two together so this really felt like a practice piece?? Tried to throw in some hints of Pompep though, I hope it's any good!

29 : “You’ll end up dead if you keep that up and it won’t even be at my hands.”

Danny had the final boss of Doomed 2 down to a sliver of its health bar when Vlad Plasmius came skidding out of the Ghost Portal.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he groaned, yanking off his headset and mourning the hours of progress lost as ‘Game Over’ appeared in bold letters across the computer monitor.

Phasing into his ghost form, he turned with an ectoblast already gathering in his palms. Across the room, a cart of spare gadget parts had been knocked over, several glass beakers shattered across the floor beside it. Vlad was pulling himself up against the far counter of the lab, fangs bared and red eyes glowing.

“It’s three in the morning, asshole,” Danny grumbled. “Let’s make this quick.”

Danny thrust his hands out, the blast of energy narrowly missing Vlad as he lurched sideways. The movement was sluggish - a far cry from Vlad’s typical ease and grace in battle. He almost seemed tired, though the arc of energy he released with a sweep of his arm was just as intense as usual. Danny dove down to avoid it, the heat of the blast singeing a few of his hairs.

“How wonderful,” the older halfa sneered. “We actually agree on something!”

Danny phased into the floor to avoid a barrage of pink blasts. When he emerged from the wall behind Vlad, it was easier than anticipated to land a blow between his shoulderblades, knocking him forward onto his knees. Vlad cried out from the impact, clutching at his stomach.

His stomach?

“Feeling a little off your game tonight, fruit loop? Need some tums for your tummy ache?”

When Vlad didn’t respond or stand up immediately, Danny moved cautiously around him, still on guard in case this was another of Vlad’s stupid schemes to catch him by surprise. His fists dropped as soon as he saw the pink ectoplasm dripping onto the floor.

“What the hell, Vlad?”

“Shut up, Daniel,” Vlad growled, his hand still pressed over the wound on his abdomen.

It must've been deep, considering the sizeable stain on Vlad’s front and the growing pool between his knees. Their fight must’ve reopened it, or maybe Danny just hadn’t been looking close enough to notice it until now.

Studying its vibrant color, Danny realized he’d never even considered whether Plasmius could bleed. He’d never landed a blow on the halfa that would cause anything more serious than some scratches and bruises.

Someone must’ve been really determined to kill Vlad.

“You pissed off another ghost in the Zone, didn’t you?” Danny accused, unsure if this new development was hilarious or annoying. “Who the hell did you piss off? Was it Dora? I’ll have to thank her later.”

Vlad scoffed, eyes narrowing. “I would not be maimed by an emotionally unstable dragon.”

“But you did piss someone off. And you really thought it was the best idea to come here and pick another fight?”

Vlad didn’t reply, gritting his teeth as he slumped back against the counter. Now that Danny had a moment to really look, he could see Vlad’s outfit was covered in rips and burns, scratches torn through his cape and across his shoulder. One of his cheeks looked heavily bruised, the skin already darkening beneath his eye.

“You’ll end up dead all over again if you keep that up,” Danny said, phasing back into a human. “And it won’t even be at my hands.”

Grabbing a clean work rag from one of the cabinets beside Vlad, he knelt down and held it out, a metaphorical olive branch. Vlad eyed the cloth, but didn’t reach for it despite the ghostly plasma oozing between his fingers.

“I don’t need any lectures from a C-average teenager who failed his English midterm last week.”

“God, you’re such a creep.”

Danny sighed, scooting closer and forcibly lifting Vlad’s arm so he could press the cloth over the nasty-looking laceration - definitely made by a set of well-sharpened claws. He was met with little resistance, though it was hardly a surprise considering the tremor in Vlad’s hands and the choked-off yelp when his stomach was exposed.

Thankfully the wound was already healing, but if Vlad returned to his human form too soon they’d been in a far stickier situation. Danny tried to convince himself he was just helping so his parents and Jazz wouldn’t find out when he had to call an ambulance for the wounded billionaire in their basement, and not because he was actually worried.

What was he getting himself into?

“You attacked me,” Vlad said, his voice somewhat strained.

“What?”

Danny looked up, his hands shifting slightly where they pressed over Vlad’s stomach. The older halfa tensed, fangs bared and fingers scraping over the floor. If Danny’s eyes lingered on the muscles flexing along his neck for a moment too long, neither of them mentioned it.

“I didn’t come here for a fight.” Red eyes peeled slowly open, staring at the ceiling. “Have I ever come into your home just to fight you?”

“Does it matter?” Danny pressed his hands down a little more, definitely not just to see Vlad squirm again. “You’ve come here before just to threaten me. Close enough.”

The short breath Vlad exhaled might’ve been a laugh.

“Touché,” he conceded. “But my initial point still stands - you threw the first blow this time.”

Danny caught his lip between his teeth, retracing the last several minutes and realizing that the stupid vampire was right.

“So, what?”

“So, dear boy…” Vlad’s hand found his bicep, wrapping around it completely as the other curved over the back of his neck, keeping him in place. “I’d say that means you owe me a favor.”

“I’m already trying to save your life here,” Danny said, trying not to think about the heat spreading up his arm and across his shoulders. His gaze flicked up and got stuck on the sight of Vlad’s hooded eyes aimed at his neck.

“Your father still hides bottles of alcohol behind the kitchen cleaners upstairs, yes?”

Danny’s brow furrowed quizzically, some of the heat in his body dissipating.

“Y-yeah, but -”

“Be a dear and grab me the darkest bottle of red wine you can find, hm? To help take the edge off.”

The gloved hands release him, leaving something warm and sticky behind. Danny stood, hesitating with a barely-formed protest on his lips. He swallowed it in defeat, turning on his heel and marching up the stairs.

Only when he reached the top did he remember it was still three in the fucking morning and Vlad Plasmius was in his basement. He considered calling on Tucker, who was bound to be awake, or sneaking upstairs to wake Jazz. It only took a moment to decide against either. There was something unappealing about the idea of letting anyone else see Vlad in such a vulnerable state.

That in itself was a thought that made him pause as he squatted in front of the cabinet storing various cleaners and a few crusty pairs of rubber gloves.

Why hadn’t he finished what he started? Vlad was weak. Danny could’ve taken him down with one more blast and shoved him right back into the ghost zone. It would’ve been quicker, easier, and far more simple than whatever he was doing now.

The memory of a hand wrapped thumb-to-fingers around his bicep sent blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Shut up,” he grumbled at his own mind, snatching the first bottle of red wine he spotted.

His dad sure thought he was clever with his hiding places. Though he certainly wasn’t clever enough to notice the handful of times Danny had taken sips from any of the already open bottles. Surely he wouldn’t notice one missing thing of wine, either.

“Just get him his booze and get out,” Danny muttered to himself as he crept back down the stairs. Better to end this interaction soon, before something really weird happened.

Apparently Vlad had thought so, too.

The lab was empty when Danny emerged from the stairwell. It was only him, the faint eerie wail of the ghost portal, and a smeared pool of pink ectoplasm.

Heaving a sigh, Danny ripped the foil off the wine bottle, phasing the cork out from the neck and taking one long swig. He frowned when the rich taste and the burn of alcohol reminded him of one deeply annoying, vampiric halfa.

Slamming the bottle down on the nearest surface and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Danny glared at the ghost blood streaked across the floor.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

#no beta we die like danny #danny phantom #vlad plasmius #pompep

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gilly-moon · 5 days

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I know you just fed me with some great Wulf x Danny, but if you could give me even some SCRAPS of Nocturne x Danny from the bottom of Gilly's art where Danny is dizzy or whatever was happenint cuz I think it was up for debate on what the viewer would think, I would totally take over from there. I just need help on how to start 😩

I'm uh

I'm a little embarrassed about how easy this was to write

Have some somno, I guess? Danny is underage here, takes place during the Frightmare episode

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The little halfa fell so easily into his arms.

The ghostly God of Sleep had easily snuck up behind him, and before Danny had even a second to react, Nocturne had dusted him, knocking the poor boy out and catching him in his arms. He looked so sweet and peaceful in his sleep, and Nocturne wanted so badly to make him squirm, to watch his nightmares devour him whole.

So he took him.

He spirited the little halfa away to the warehouse he was temporarily inhabiting, laying the tiny thing out around his dream machine on the hard concrete floor. Danny sighed softly in his sleep, thighs rubbing together, the cute jumpsuit squeaking slightly. Nocturne gazed on with an amused smirk.

"Let's peek into your dreams, hm?"

He floated over the little halfa, leveling his body parallel to the little ghost's. His finger lightly brushed Danny's chin, his magic easily conjuring a fuzzy puff of dream over Danny's head. Nocturne snorted in amusement.

"Oh, what's this?" he cooed. "A little unrequited love, perhaps? My, aren't you just full of so much love. First, the little dark-haired girl and now a grown man! I wonder whoever will be in your next dream..."

The vision played out for his eyes only, Danny laid out on an expensive and plush bed. He was naked, sweaty, and panting with his head thrown back as an older man with silver hair laid over him, kissing and biting up his chest and sides. Danny certainly looked like he was enjoying himself in the dream, but when Nocturne looked to the real thing, there were tears in Danny's scrunched eyes.

The boy whimpered, head tossing this way and that, as a noticeable bulge tented his jumpsuit. Nocturne huffed another laugh.

"You desperate little thing..." he murmured. "You have so much love to give and nobody to give you any in return." His hand hovered over the boy's cheek. "Perhaps I can help make your dreams come true..."

He pressed a claw to the boy's cheek. Danny didn't wake - Nocturne didn't think he would - but there was no reaction at all to the action. He pressed a little harder, his magic dissipating just enough to make the little hero jerk his head away the sharp point, but enough to make the dream fade. As the older man in the dream moved up to press his lips to Danny's chin, his cheeks, and finally his lips, Nocturne leaned down, mimicking the movements. He cupped Danny's face in his big hand, claws raking into white hair, and pressed a series of gentle kisses to the boy's chin. He moved up along his jaw, licking a trail to his cheek, and trailed a series of short kisses to soft lips. Danny squirmed under him, murmuring in his sleep, and Nocturne flicked his eyes up to the dream fog to reassure himself that the boy was still out. Only then did he press his lips to the young ghost's.

Danny sighed at the action, soft and sweet, and Nocturne couldn't help the quiet moan he let out in response. It had been... well, it had been much longer than he cared to think about since he last did something like this, and the pliant, pretty body beneath him was making all the right noises. His robes felt heavy and too tight, but he knew he didn't have much time - he was on a schedule, after all. But he could have a little fun while he waited for his machine to boot up and his dream catchers to finish their tasks, so he stroked his hand feather-soft over Danny's cheek, his other rubbing over his chest. He found a perky nipple easily in the skin-tight jumpsuit and circled his thumb over it, scratching a claw over it intermittently. Danny moaned into his kiss.

"You are just a sweet little thing..." Nocturne muttered against soft lips. He pulled away, far enough to watch the boy squirm as he ran his hands down his body, teasing his nipples as he went. Danny arched in his sleep, his erection twitching in its confines, and Nocturne watched the dream long enough to see the man with silver hair mimic his actions. He grinned.

Good.

He pumped a little more magic into the boy, the dream becoming more clear as Danny fell into a deeper sleep. His eyes twitched behind his lids as REM fully took over.

"Now the real fun begins," Nocturne whispered against those plush lips before plunging his tongue into Danny's mouth.

Danny's moan was deeper this time, a little more desperate, and Nocturne groaned. He floated down until he blanketed the tiny thing with his much bigger body, laying over Danny. He held himself up with one hand so as not to crush the teen, the other snaking under his waist to arch him up against him. Danny's lower half pressed against him, the boy sighing into his mouth as Nocturne tasted every inch of the wet cavern he could. Danny's legs naturally spread for him, and Nocturne settled between sturdy thighs.

He pulled his tongue out of Danny's mouth when he felt the boy rut against him, choking on a moan. As he pulled away, Nocturne watched Danny's head fall back against the concrete, crying out with a pretty blush on his cheeks as his hips undulated against him. Nocturne raised a brow, smirking.

Glancing up at the dream, he saw the man using his mouth to pleasure Danny, and he couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Needy little boy!" he crowed. He sat back on his heels, pulling Danny's limp body with him as he did. "This man in your dreams," Nocturne growled playfully, "you want him so bad you don't even know what to do about it." His hand supported Danny's back as he sat, maneuvering thin legs to one side so Danny sat sideways in his lap. "I'll bet Clockwork's staff that you don't even acknowledge this desire exists in your waking moments," he muttered lowly, pressing his mouth to Danny's exposed neck. He kissed and nibbled Danny's neck through the collar of the jumpsuit. Meanwhile, his other hand slid over the rest of the small body, teasing perky nipples before sliding down over a flat stomach to cup the teen's straining member. It twitched under his palm.

"You sweet little thing..." Nocturne groaned. He massaged the small cock in his hand, biting harder at the pale skin under his teeth. Danny cried out, and dream ghost's eyes flicked up to the cloud to watch a similar scene play out behind Danny's eyes. Danny thrust his hips into his hand. Nocturne flicked a claw, and the suit ripped easily over Danny's crotch.

The cool air of the warehouse sent a shiver through the boy, and Nocturne adjusted his hold on him, sitting Danny up in his sideways in his lap, slumped against his shoulder. One hand cupped the back of Danny's head, as the other easily lifted the boy's weight as a questing finger searched inside the rip of the suit. His palm massaged Danny's sack as he rubbed a finger further back, Danny whimpering in his sleep.

When he found the tight ring of muscle of Danny's entrance, Nocturne didn't hesitate. With Danny fast asleep in his arms and his free time dwindling with each passing second, Nocturne pushed a clawed finger inside the boy. Another brief glance up showed the old man doing the same in Danny's dream, and when Danny made a noise of protest, squirming in his arms, Nocturne leaned down and plunged his tongue back into Danny's mouth.

He moaned, unable to help himself as he sucked at Danny's tongue, licked over his lips, heedless of the drool dripping down the boy's chin. Danny's hole relaxed only a little with the distraction, so he pulled his finger out as he pulled his mouth away, sucked his own finger, and then plunged it back in. He heard Danny cry out this time, and he watched with heavy eyes as the boy's head fell back a little, that blush spreading from his cheeks up to his ears and down his neck. The old man in the dream was mimicking every action, but Nocturne only had eyes for the boy in his lap.

"Ancients preserve me, I might just keep you..." he groaned, thankful no one was around to hear. He pulled his finger out to suck two into his mouth, then reached down to rip the suit further and plunge them both in.

Danny's eyes shot open with a sharp cry, his body tensing, Nocturne's own eyes widening in shock. He blew a thick puff of sleep dust in the boy's face, Danny easily falling limp once more, but the dream was gone. Nocturne stared down at him, shaken, his fingers unmoving in Danny's body, but when the boy's eyes did not open and he whimpered in distress, hips thrusting minutely, Nocturne pressed his fingers in deep and kissed the boy for all he was worth.

It didn't mean much when Danny couldn't kiss back, but he didn't care. He made a proper mess of the boy, drool dripping down his chin, tears falling down his cheeks. He moaned loudly as he plunged his fingers in and out, hard and fast and deep, pressing on that bundle of nerves deep inside that had the little hero arching and moaning, his cock twitching and squrting his seed all over his belly. Nocturne groaned as he tightened on his fingers, and he pulled them out slowly, careful not to catch his claws on sensitive skin. Danny shook in his arms, tears falling in steady streams from his eyes, and still no dream cloud appeared over him. Nocturne blew more dream dust in his face.

"Just a little longer, you lovely creature..." he rasped out. He was harder than he had been in ages, his arousal begging for some kind of attention, and he maneuvered Danny over him so the boy was straddling him. His body was limp against him, chest pressed to the dream ghost's, his spent cock rubbing against Nocturne's cloak. Danny's cheek rested on his shoulder, cold puffs of air brushing Nocturne's neck, and he shivered, desire curling hot and swift in him. He looked over Danny's small shoulder, watching the seat of the jumpsuit rip under his claws, and he groaned louder as he pulled out his cock. His large hands cupped the tiny, if firm, ass in his lap.

"Oh, I'm going to ruin you for that old man and anyone who so much as looks at you," he growled. He lifted Danny easily, fingers spreading him wide, and seated him over his stiff member.

Danny whined, long and loud, into his neck as Nocturne moaned shameless at the tight heat enveloping him. He wasted no time bucking his hips up into the small body, heedless of the soft cries and whimpers into his neck and shoulder. One hand held Danny's hip, almost wrapping all the way around his tiny waist, one the other cupped his ass, pulling at his hole to stretch him that much wider. He grunted and groaned, plowing the tiny thing in his lap over and over, holding Danny as close to him as he could when he felt the small erection digging into his stomach. He moaned louder, feeling wetness at his shoulder as Danny's cries became sharper, a little more desperate. The body in his arms stiffened, the grip on his cock tightened, and he felt teeth in his neck suddenly as Danny spasmed with a shout of a name he did not recognize before going completely limp again.

There was wetness on his stomach and chest, and Nocturne cried out a sudden, "Oh, fuck!" before sinking his teeth into an already ruined shoulder as his seed coated Danny's insides.

His hips rocked up into the boy a few more times, milking his cock for everything he had, and it wasn't until he was completely spent that he released the flesh under his teeth and lifted the small body off his cock. A thick stream of fluid flowed out with the action, and he pulled the boy's rim wide with a finger to help it escape. Then he plunged it in to plug him up.

"Oh, yes..." he muttered as he felt around the boy's insides. A hazy cloud wafted over Danny's head, slowly forming to reveal a new dream already taking form. In it, Danny was lying on the expensive-looking bed, his older lover lying next to him and playing with his hole much like Nocturne was now. Nocturne smirked. "I think I'll keep you, little dream."

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Don't...

Don't look at me...

#HOLY LORD SAVE ME HARLEY YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME WITH THIS ONE #nocturne #danny phantom

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gilly-moon · 6 days

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I will not apologize for seeing parallels between Pitch Black and Darkness from the movie Legend (yes I have a type)

#bringing this back because im going insane about it all over again #legend 1985

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gilly-moon · 6 days

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The answer to my last post is Legend ♡ my childhood awakening as a monsterfucker thanks to this handsome monstrosity:

LET ME TAKE HER PLACE I WOULD'VE STAYED WITH HIM FOREVER!!!!!! I would've killed the unicorn for him idgaf!!!!!

#legend 1985 #tim curry

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gilly-moon · 6 days

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Been thinking about my old Captured Unicorn & Demon King OCs……10 points to whoever can guess the movie that inspired them

#gillymoon oc #art #my art #artists on tumblr #unicorn #demon

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gilly-moon · 6 days

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I saw your post and I... Request some Wulf x Danny or Nocturne x Danny 👉🏻👈🏻 Some of the stuff you are interested in make me curious. Bonus if you base it off of Billy's NSFW art on Blue sky 👀

I think I made this way more non-con that it needed to be, so.... sorry? I don't think I've ever written just straight non-con yet, so this was kinda fun to tackle!

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All he knew was that Wulf was in distress.

When the bigger ghost had shown up in his basement, panting and whining, huffing and puffing, hair standing on end every which way, Danny had been simultaneously relieved his parents were out of town when the alarm went off in the lab and extremely worried for his friend. He tried questioning Wulf, tried to get him to open up, to tell him what was wrong, what he could do to help. Wulf hadn't been able to speak past a few whines. He was curled up on the floor of the lab, holding himself protectively as though preparing for an attack, and Danny tried his best to comfort the old dog. He petted his head, whispered soothing words in both English and Esperanto, until Wulf seemed to eventually relax.

Wulf let out a deep sigh, relaxing his arms from around his chest. He pushed his head harder into Danny's hand. Danny brought his other hand up to scratch behind both of Wulf's ears, over his head, down his cheeks. It was like petting an oversized dog, and Danny, despite his worry, couldn't help but grin a little.

Then Wulf had whined again, lifting his head to nuzzle his nose into Danny's palm, snuffling over his skin, and Danny couldn't help but giggle a little. The wet nose tickled and didn't help the dog thoughts at all, especially when Wulf's tongue darted out to tentatively lick the skin of his wrist. Danny didn't think anything of it at first.

"What's gotten into you?" he muttered. Wulf didn't answer. He licked Danny's palm and then his wrist, all the way up his arm. Danny shivered, cold air rushing over the wetness left behind. Wulf stopped licking, but his cold nose kept traveling up, sniffing over Danny's shoulder to rest at the crook of his neck. Danny jumped, unable to help another giggle when Wulf breathed in deeply.

He still didn't think anything of it.

It wasn't until Wulf started licking over his neck that alarm bells started going off in his head. The bigger ghost crawled closer, nearly on top of him, nose in his neck and breathing heavy. His claws scratched at the linoleum floor, twitching, and Danny glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. Wulf settled most if his weight on top of him, and Danny felt his breath leave him in a whoosh.

"O-okay, that's enough now," Danny wheezed, but Wulf didn't seem to hear him. He simply kept licking and sniffing over Danny's neck, his hair, until he licked Danny's cheek, and Danny jerked his head away. He pushed at the wolf's chest. "Dude, stop!"

He was not expecting the growl that rumbled out of his friend, low and near feral. A jolt of fear flashed through him, and he pushed harder, transforming into his ghost half as he did. Wulf growled louder, claws digging into the floor, and Danny froze in place as something hot and hard rutted against his hip.

"What the fuck?" he whispered, his brain stalling at the implication. Wulf grunted as he rutted against him again and Danny blasted him off.

Wulf howled at the action, flying off of the halfa. Danny sat up, getting his feet under him, and he turned, ready to fly off, but Wulf was faster. He pounced on the halfa, Danny crying out as claws dug into his body. He was yanked back by the hips, one big, clawed hand wrapping around the whole of his chest, the other going between his legs as he was forced up to his knees.

"W-wait!" he cried out, trying to summon enough energy in his panic to blast his friend off him, but another threatening snarl made him freeze as teeth found his neck. They grazed his skin, not yet piercing, but enough to leave behind some nasty scratches. There was a deeper threat there, one that told Danny Wulf was being gentle for the moment, but that didn't stop him from shouting in alarm when the hand on his crotch slid further, claw catching in his suit.

There was a loud rip as the crotch of his suit tore away, and Danny renewed his struggles.

Only to cry out even louder as those sharp teeth sank into his shoulder.

White hot pain surged through him, Danny tensing up as his shoulder exploded in heat and fire, blood welling up and trickling out around the wounds. At the same time, that big fuzzy paw moved lower to tear out the seat of his pants, the claws on his chest stroking over his nipples through the jumpsuit. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he bit his lip, ignoring the way his cock twitched at the pain, ignoring the way the heat in his shoulder rushed all the way south.

Sometimes he hated how screwed up his body became from all this ghost shit.

Wulf growled, desperate and pained, and Danny wanted to ask him what was wrong, why he was doing this, but there was something poking at his ass, rutting up under his length, and he looked down. His teary eyes widened impossibly so, and he shook his head. He kicked his legs, clawing at the hand on his chest, and tried to focus enough to summon his powers.

"No, no, no, no, no, wait-!"

But Wulf bit down harder, teeth sinking down to the bone, and Danny gasped in pain.

Then he lost his breath entirely as Wulf pushed in.

The stretch was indescribable, Danny's vision whiting out as Wulf forced his way in, hips rutting up into Danny at the same time as he forced him down on his cock. Danny's limbs went limp, hands hanging down by his sides, and Wulf easily grabbed hold of his legs and lifted them both in a big hand.

Danny's mind was gone, caught between heat and pleasure and pain, fogging over quicker than it ever has. His mouth dropped open with little gasps and whimpers, unable to do more than cry out softly as Wulf used him. Each thrust pushed him a little deeper every time, and tears fell from Danny's eyes. His body didn't know if it was pleasure or pain, his cock quickly filling again and bouncing with every thrust of the wolf's hips.

His head fell forward, and his hazy eyes glanced down, watching as his soiled belly protruded slightly with every rut of Wulf's hips. Each deep thrust moved it up higher, and Danny raised a weak hand, resting it over the distended skin.

"O-oh..." he murmured weakly, unable to take his eyes off it, pressing his fingers harder into the protrusion. Wulf growled into his shoulder, teeth finally unhooking when he realized Danny wasn't fighting him anymore, and he pressed Danny down hard on his cock. Danny couldn't stop his moans.

Something hard bumped the back of his balls, practically kissing his entrance as Wulf thrust more frantically into him until he was grinding hard into Danny's ass. A choked gasp slipped past his lips as the solid... thing behind him was pressed hard against his entrance, and Danny struggled weakly as Wulf ground it against him. Wulf growled, threatening and heated, and Danny went limp as Wulf forced him down on what had to be a very solid, very large knot.

He almost hated that Tucker had taught him these things.

Each grind against his ass had the knot slipping just a little more in, stretching Danny to his limit, his erection flagging at the indescribable pain of the stretch. Tears continued to fall, his mouth hanging open as drool dripped down his chin. His hand rested loosely on his pulsing stomach, the other hanging at his side.

And then it was in. And Danny let out a weak Wail as his vision whited out again and Wulf tried to pull it back out.

His entire body tensed to the point of pain, entrance tightening around the knot, and Wulf whimpered as he tried to pull out, only to grind back in. Danny sobbed in response.

"N-No more..." he whispered, as Wulf pressed him down hard on his cock. "Pl-please, no m-more..."

Wulf didn't seem to hear him, grinding and rutting into him, his knot pulling and catching on Danny's rim, but unable to slip out. More tears fell from Danny's eyes, and he watched as his erection stood at attention once more.

"Wh-at the fuck?" he whimpered as the bulge in his belly twitched, once, twice, three times, before Wulf threw his head back and howled. Danny gasped as heat flooded through him, the cock under his hand spasming inside him, and he couldn't help but push down hard on it as he felt his stomach warm, and he came a third time. The cock inside him twitched with each pulse of warmth and Danny's eyes slowly widened as his belly continued to expand. He struggled minutely, limbs heavy and body weaker than ever, but Wulf growled again and held him still. Danny could do nothing more than take it, and he whimpered as he waited.

Eventually, Wulf's growling died down, soft, pleased puffs panting against the skin of Danny's torn neck, and he gasped as a hot tongue licked over his shoulder. Wulf didn't stop until the spot was clean, and then he went further, licking up Danny's neck, over his jaw. He moved his hand from the halfa's chest up to his jaw, forcibly turning Danny's head until he could plunge his tongue into Danny's mouth. Danny couldn't stop the moan that left him, bringing a weak hand up to run through the soft fur on Wulf's cheek.

Wulf didn't have the right kind of lips for a proper kiss, but he certainly made up for it with a long tongue, running the appendage over every inch of Danny's mouth. Danny sucked on it, moaning as Wulf thrust his hips a little bit. His cock squelched in Danny's ass, the sound making the younger ghost blush vibrantly. As he slowly rocked back and forth into Danny, his knot broke free, and with it, a flood of fluid dripped from Danny's hole. Danny groaned at the feel, pulling away from Wulf's mouth to cover his face in embarrassment, only peeking out from between his fingers to watch as his belly shrunk back down to its usual flatness. He felt suddenly empty, and he whimpered, shaking in Wulf's arms. Wulf wrapped a big, furry arm around him once more, warm and strong, and he carefully maneuvered Danny away from him.

Danny continued to shake, especially as Wulf laid him down on the floor of the basement, the cold linoleum seeping through his ruined jumpsuit and into his skin. Tears filled his eyes, and Danny brought his hands up to cover them, pressing his palms hard into them.

Then he gasped, two big, warm paws on his thighs, spreading him open as far as he could stretch. He pulled his hands from his face, watching with bleary vision as Wulf hovered over him. He leaned down, nuzzling Danny's wounded neck, and then licked over the spot. He then licked his way down Danny's chest, over his nipples. He cleaned up the mess on Danny's stomach and thighs, glowing eyes meeting Danny's with a heat to them that hadn't been there when he first arrived. Danny shook.

Wulf nuzzled his thigh. "Vi bongustas, amo..." he growled.

Then his tongue rolled out of his mouth, and he licked at Danny's abused hole. Danny gasped and spasmed, and he barely had time to catch his breath before it wiggled its way in.

Wulf growled in appreciation, Danny unable to help but thrust down on it with a loud moan.

It was going to be a long night.

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What's a little non-con between friends, amitight?

Vi bongustas, amo... - You taste very good, love (at least according to Google translate)

Anyone know their ship name? I don't know off the top of my head

#VIBRATES TO THE MOON AND BACK #Im going insane every time my art inspires one of ur fics or vice versa #thank you for feeding us some delicious wulf/danny fic ♡♡#danny phantom

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