#danis blurbs

[little-pondhead]

Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

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Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

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In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

[voyeurmunson]

Having thots about soft dom eddie making reader cum for the first time 🫣 I’m so far down in depravity don’t pull me out tho I like it down here

“You can do it, sweetheart. You just haven’t had the right teacher.” Eddie burns as he kisses down your stomach. You shake your head, soft moans falling from your lips as he sucks and nips your soft skin.

“It’s never happened, Eddie. I just can’t.” you whisper and he just smirks up at you. Every time you’ve gotten close you always froze up, got in your head. Worried about the noises you might make or it would just feel like it was too much. You were never comfortable enough to fully let go.

Eddie moves lower, his hands landing on your knees pressing them apart before planting his head between your thighs. He starts slow, kissing you over the thin fabric of your panties. His lips are soft and warm, his tongue adding just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck up eagerly.

He pushes your hip down with one hand holding you in place as he moves your panties to the side. His long tongue dips into your warmth and you bite your lip hard trying to keep quiet. “Wanna hear those pretty sounds, baby.” he says in a demanding tone making you even wetter.

He glides his tongue back into you, exploring your folds, moaning at the taste of you. You wiggle beneath his touch, already feeling sensitive. “Stop squirming, baby. Gonna make you cum all over my face.” he orders, his hand pressing your hips down even harder.

“So fuckin’ sweet.” he mumbles into your pussy, sending a calmness across your entire body.

His constant praise and reassurance had your body relaxed in a way you’ve never felt before. You keep your eyes on him watching as he dives deeper into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“H-Holy shit.” you whimper, reaching down to grip his curls. His brown eyes remain glued to yours as you thread your fingers in his hair. His tongue glides in and out of your entrance as he nudges your sensitive bud again and again with his nose until you’re grinding against his face, loving the sight of his face being covered in your slick.

He’s not trying to make you cum yet. He just wants you to feel good. And it does. He feels so fucking good.

“You’re so fucking hot.” you pant as he swirls and flicks his tongue, hitting all the right spots, making a wet mess of you. When he comes up for a breath you let out a pathetic whimper at the loss of his tongue until his fingers plunge into you making your mouth fall open.

“You ready to cum, sweetheart?” he asks, a wicked smile on his pretty face.

“I- I can’t..” you stutter, but now you were just trying to taunt him a little. You knew now that he would be the one. The one to finally get you there.

“I love a challenge, baby. You’re gonna cum. You’re gonna be a good girl and you’re gonna soak my hand, understand?”

“Y-Yes Eddie..”

Your head falls back into the pillow as you let out a needy moan, his fingers curling with precision, reaching your soft spot with ease. “Yes.” you breathe out and he chuckles, his breath hot against your pussy. He brings his lips back to your clit, locking on, tugging gently as his fingers continue stroking across your g spot.

You can feel the pressure building down below, a familiar sensation in your stomach aching to be freed. “Eddie don’t stop! Please don’t fucking stop!” You beg him desperately, all other thoughts completely erased from your mind. You want to please him. And you want to finally be pleased yourself.

He increases his suction on your clit as he keeps his fingers buried deep, two of them driving into your sweet spot again and again pulling moan after moan from you.

“Oh- oh my god!” you cry as your legs squeeze shut around his head, your back arching beautifully, so close to your sweet release.

“Mmmm…” Eddie moans deeply, encouraging you with the simple sound, sending vibrations across your clit adding even more pleasure as you feel your thighs trembling around him. His fingers start to move faster, in and out, in and out. You can hear the sounds of your slick competing with the sounds of your praises.

“I think- I think I’m gonna…” your voice breaks off into a choked cry as the knot in your stomach finally breaks, your fingers grasp at the sheets as your pussy spasms around his fingers, a feeling of pure euphoria washes over you as you come undone. Eddie doesn’t stop, his fingers slowly working you through your orgasm as your heart pounds loud in your chest.

He pops off your clit, drunkenly mumbling about how good you’re doing, how pretty you sound, how fucking wet you are until your body falls back to the bed. He leans down licking a long stripe, tasting his accomplishment before coming back to your face. “Holy fuck.” you grin, cheeks flushed, your voice barely audible.

“I’m not even close to done with you, sweetheart.”

*******I did not mean for this to be this fucking long. Ooooopssss

[danisbrainrot]

lottie x sick!reader bc i was sick last week 🤒🤒

lottie matthews x reader

giggling and kicking my feet while writing this! hope you feel better pookie <3

bundled up in your covers, you felt lottie's warm hands wrap around your forehead as she tried to check your temperature. you moan, trying to bite her finger—she pulls away quickly, giggling at your reaction. "did you just try to bite me?"

you shrug, reaching up and grabbing for her. "hugs?" you ask sniffly. she shook her head, pulling the covers off you causing you to whine. "cold!"

"you're burning up, baby," she replies, placing a cool wet towel in your forehead. it feels nice despite how cold the rest of your body feels. she kisses your nose, causing you to scrunch it up and giggle. "your nose is just the right temperature," she strokes it, looking down at you lovingly. even while sickness ravaged your body, she was amazed by how enchanting you were.

"lottie, I'm gonna die," you murmur, your nose so stuffed you could barely get the sentence out. she couldn't help but laugh at you, peppering your face with kisses. "it's not funny," you sob; lottie bites her lip, trying to hide her laughter and instead shoot you a sympathetic look. you huff, turning away from her. she removes the covers even more, readjusting her position so she could lie next to you.

lottie snuggles into your side, wrapping you in her arms and resting her face in the back of your head. "I'll look after you, I swear," she murmured into your hair, pressing a delicate kiss there. you turn back around and bury your head into her chest. the sound of her heart beat was calming, allowing you to relax into the hug.

soon enough, you began to snooze against lottie's chest. she ran her fingers through your hair, smiling as she noticed how your temperature was finally dropping.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

most likely to trip over their feet and spill wine on you on your first date 🤭

oh god i wanna go the cliche route and say charles but honestly, daniel.

▾ picture this ▾ daniel's hands are shaking. for a man who was rarely nervous, who drove speeds ridiculously too fast for the average person, and is widely known as the most charismatic guy out there: his hands are shaking terribly.

he clutches the stem of his and your wine glasses tightly, taking quick and calculated breaths to calm his quickly beating heart. you look radiant, glowing so brightly he can catch it from across the room. he's glues to the ground, watching as you laugh at something a friend said to you, admiring the way you throw your head back and your eyes squint with glee.

daniel moves through the room with ease, the tremor in his hand forgotten as he makes his way over to you. he smiles at the ones he recognizes, exchanges brief pleasantries with a few acquaintances as he moves about. it's when he clears the crowd, when he has the perfect view of you, do the nerves begin to rattle his fingers. his grip tightens on the glass, offering you what he hopes to be an easy going smile when you finally notice him.

he's only a few steps short of you when the toe of his right foot hits the back of his left, knocking him off his balance and further more splashing whine on your baby pink dress. the red stains his button up too, but he could care less about that.

"i'm so sorry." "no, no it's fine. are you okay?"

daniel set's the glass down on a cocktail table to his left, pulling napkins off it as he tries to pat the stains away. but he knows better, he's worked with wine before, he knows that red wine pretty much stains forever. your delicate fingers grip his wrists, eyes cast up at him as you smile up at him reassuringly.

"daniel, it's fine." "i feel terrible." "don't! it adds... character to the dress."

daniel stares at the splotches of wine on your dress, comparing it to the mere droplets that managed to make it's way onto his white shirt. he reaches over, grabbing the spilt glass with just a bit more than a sip left. he holds it out to you.

"it's only right you get me back." "daniel no." "c'mon, don't be shy. you know you wanna."

you hesitate as you take the glass from him, watching as he takes a small step back. daniel puffs his chest out slightly, arms outstretched as if to tell you to hit him with your best shot.

and you do. a weak swing of the glass, wine sliding out and onto the white fabric of his fancy shirt. a few people watch the interaction, the way daniel so willingly accepted for wine to be poured onto his shirt. it was only the first round of wine tasting, how drunk could they be?

daniel looks down at the fresh splash of wine on his button up, eyes flickering up to see your matching one.

"now we're even." "we look ridiculous." "we look great."

[tboygareth]

alright, coming back to ask for a bit of 'anatomy of a home run', please and thank you!!

thank you noah, dani and read for the requests! @inairbinad @stobinesque

WIP WEEKEND

spicy under the cut!!

Eddie realizes he’s not gonna make it past second base tonight the moment Steve gets his hand on his cock. They barely manage to get Eddie’s jeans and boxers down. They’re hanging off of one of Eddie’s legs now and Steve’s got him laid out on the bed, his fingers pressing into the give of Eddie’s thighs, spreading them apart for him to lie between them, while his mouth zeroes in on that spot on his throat that made Eddie keen earlier.  Steve’s hand is big and firm and warm when his fingers wrap around Eddie’s dick and there are fucking stars dancing behind his eyes, his voice coming out in broken whimpers and he finds himself spreading even further for Steve. He wants to touch him, wants to guide Steve’s cock to his hole and beg to be fucked dry if that what it takes to get him inside. Eddie’s hands, clumsy and distracted, tug at the fly of Steve’s jeans to draw him out and stroke him -- hopefully, god fucking willing -- at the same rhythm that Steve is stroking him. When he finally manages to shove Steve’s pants down to bunch around his thighs and gets his hand on him -- the skin of his cock smooth and hard beneath his palm -- Steve hisses and nips hard at the skin of Eddie’s neck. Steve pulls away, just a little, just enough to spit on his fucking hand before getting back to work on Eddie’s cock, and Eddie barks out something that might have been fuck or it might have been Steve’s name but there’s too much ringing in his ears to be sure. Steve is leaking all over him, the sound of his hand stroking through the precome nearly as loud as their panting breaths.

[dovesnroses]

Seven Wonders

Pairing: Eddie x Henderson! Reader

Slight spoilers for Season 4

A/N: Just some self indulgent Eddie blurbs. I’ve been wanting to write for Eddie for a while.

——-

Your eyes squint open, adjusting to the right side up of Eddie’s trailer. His eyes are so much browner, so much kinder in the yellow lamp light. And you can’t fight the smile spreading across your lips. Eddie reaches his hand down to you, and you grasp it firmly. He quickly pulls you to your feet, the strength forcing you to stumble into him to get your bearings. His other hand grips your waist to steady you, and for a brief moment, the world pauses. You look up behind lashes to those doe eyes, and he chuckles sweetly.

“Hey,” he whispers.

You stand to full height, foreheads briefly brush against each other. “Hi,” you murmur. Eddie’s hands feel warm and real against you, and for a moment everything goes away. No Vecna, no mind flayer, no upside down.

Things click.

And Eddie must realize it, too, because his expression is one you’ve never seen, but it makes your heart race in a very good way. He opens his mouth to speak -

Dustin claps his hands and breaks the spell. “Can the two of you PLEASE quit making eyes at each other and MOVE so Nancy and Steve can come UP!?”

Eddie quickly pulls away, but his hands linger on your hip for a second longer. Immediately, you hate the absence of his touch. Cheeks burning, you turn and glare at your brother, who’s still looking exasperated, “Don’t give me that look! You can make out after we’ve dealt with all this shit, okay?!”

You throw your hands up in the air and stalk towards Robin to stew at how, even with the world ending, Dustin is here to ruin your life.

Robin gives you a moment to pout before she leans over so only you can hear, “In his defense, it did look like the two of you were about to make it right here on the floor,”

“Robin-!”

“Just saying what we all saw,”

[strawberry-fields-things]

OKAY ANDROID DREAM ANON HERE AA

A!dream being like Connor- a state of the art android that assists a detective with their work on deviants. And at first he's hyper focused on working the case because of his coding, not bothering to get close to you (the detective) and focuses more on his safety instead of yours. But then as time goes by, he finds himself getting closer to you while working, memorising your routine and getting you breakfast every morning, helping you at home when he should be looking through case files, staring at you in a mix of confusion and awe as his LED flashes yellow, taking in your beauty and soft expression.

He finds himself caring more about your safety, pushing himself in front of you whenever he senses you're in danger (instead of letting you fend for yourself like he did at first), not even caring if he gets shot or hurt as long as you're intact.

A!Dream doesn't understand his feelings, why he cares so much about you, why his synthetic brain goes blank whenever he sees you enter a room or when you smile at him.

A!Dream knows something's wrong with him, that he should report to cyberlife immediately so that they can fix him, make him normal again, but he doesn't. He feels his fake heart stop whenever he thinks of loosing these feelings, of loosing the warmth he feels whenever you tuck a loose strand of his synthetic hair behind his ear or wrap your arms around whenever you get closer to solving the case.

And he knows that once the case is over, he'll be returned to cyberlife, he'll be deactivated and investigated, his memories and feelings deleted, and he'll never get to see you again. But he doesn't want that anymore, he doesn't care about the case, all he cares about is you.

(THIS IS SO BAD I'M SORRY ITS JUST ANDROID!DREAM BRAINROT IS HITTING HARD RN)

I AM?? ON THE FLOOR??? YES ABSOLUTELY YES??

just android!dream standing next to you while you review a few files, waiting for your next instructions as to what the two of you should do regarding the case. he glances down at your desk, papers and pictures laid in disarray. he’s long since given up on trying to convince you an organized environment increases productivity. in your own words, “if ain’t broken, don’t touch it”.

“dream.” you hum from your desk, his eyes turning to you. he notes you had been staring up at him from your chair.

he tilts his head. “yes?”

“could you lean down for a moment?” the question sparks something reminiscent of confusion. he doesn’t question it, and instead does as he’s told.

dream leans closer to you, expecting to be shown some lead you may have stumbled upon. he turns his head towards your desk, only to be met by your thumb and index on his chin, gently turning his head towards you. then, with your free hand, you carefully reach for something in his hair.

he feels your fingers gently card through his hair. just as you make contact with his synthetic skin, notifications show up in his line of sight.

thirium pump irregularity detected — thirium levels increased. internal temperature rising. oxytocin increase detected.

he stares back at you blankly. a small chuckle escapes your lips, drawing his attention.

“you had a leaf on your hair.”

a beat. “oh.”

your fingers have left his face. despite himself, dream feels… odd. as if wanting to chase the warmth you offered just moments before.

“you can move back now, dream.”

dream nearly jumps, straightening almost instantly. internal temperature rising. he can feel his cheeks rushing with a blue color. “ah— yes. of course. my apologies.”

he avoids your gaze from then on. he can’t quite draw the correlation between you and the increase in temperature and thirium levels in his system. are you doing this on purpose? are his systems failing? should he go to cyberlife and get himself checked out?

he feels weird, strange— different.

“are you okay there, dream?” he hears you ask. he stares ahead at the wall across your desk.

“mhm.” he nods once, stiffly responding, “yes. of course.”

“your cheeks are kinda…” out of the corner of his eyes, he can see you waving a hand over your face. “blue? is that normal? are you, um, sick, or something?”

“androids don’t get sick.”

“right.” you exhale, drumming your fingers against your desk. “then what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing’s wrong with me.”

this time, he makes the mistake of turning to look at you. he feels his body freeze as his green eyes meet with yours. you narrow your eyes in the slightest, raising a brow.

you’re suspicious, he thinks.

stress level increased by 52%. stable.

he stares back at you. your sharp look is quickly cracked as your lips quirk upwards. you scoff lightly, the sound more reminiscent of a laugh.

“it’s just some human humor, dream. nothing to stress about.” you say lightly, and dream detects truth in your voice.

stress level decreased to 24%. stable.

you finally stand up from your chair, two files gathered in one of your hands. you tap your palm against his shoulder.

“c’mon now— we’ve got work to do.”

it takes dream a moment to process your instruction. for a beat, he stares at you, dumbfounded. it lasts a second before he’s trailing after you, but not before a new notification appears in his line of sight.

unregistered emotion detected.

[mrsdanirojas]

Yara libre || Dani Rojas x Reader

Summary: In a chance meeting, Yara's favorite guerrilla asks you to dance.

Notes: I thought this scenario was so cute but decided not to go anywhere with it, so here it is. <3 Also this is my first writing I'm sharing soooo do with that what you will lol. I'd link to AO3 but I don't have one. Also I took almost no time to edit so sorryyyy.

Content notes: alcohol; one multiple strong curses (depending on who you ask)

Word Count: 639

"Me da una Cuba libre, gracias." You slid a bill across the shiny wooden surface of the bar, crumpled the receipt that came sliding back. Moments later the busy barkeep pushed a sweaty highball your way, thanking you for the tip you pressed into his palm. Leaning back against the edge of the bar, you savored the fizzy drink, stirring it with its thin pink straw and letting the burning rum drift up from the Coke and settle into your palate. For now, you ignored the tiny slice of lime clinging to the rim, preferring to suck on it at the end.

"You should have ordered the Yara libre instead," a serious voice on your left counseled.

Mid-sip, you smiled, fairly certain you knew the voice of the intruding rum connoisseur. You lowered your drink.

"Dani Rojas, if I wanted drinking advice, I would not be asking you, of all guerrillas," you replied, turning to face her.

Dani laughed, the light sound prompting an unexpected flutter in your stomach. Hija de puta. "But you didn't ask, did you?" she grinned, taking a small step toward you.

Handsome as all hell, skilled enough to put nearly every hideout in Yara deeply in her debt, and well-known for smooth-talking all the women, Dani Rojas was still gallant enough to respect your space. You were glad of it, not expecting to finally meet her here, now, in a grungy bar in Segunda just days after your team had lost the old fort nearby.

Now, Dani stood before you, close enough for conversation but far enough that she couldn't see your pulse jump inside your throat. She was dashing in a sleek black high-necked jacket and matching tight pants, black gloves and tactical boots completing the full coverage of absolutely everything below her sharp jaw. To your frustration, the suit at once enveloped her body and outlined its toned form. Something about that outfit, clearly meant for sensitive operations, made you want to rip it off in pursuit of other sensitive operations. You eyed her, watching her roving hazel eyes as she also shamelessly drank you in. "What's in the Yara libre, Rojas?"

"Coke and rum," she beamed, torn from her trance. "Same as the Cuba libre, only with twice the rum and served in a crocodile glass."

A croc –

You smacked her firm leather-bound arm for the joke. "I've never seen a fucking crocodile glass in my life," you began, but Dani was already turning around to pick up her own drink from her spot at the bar, bringing it to you with obvious pride.

A highball roughly the same size as yours sparkled in the weak string lights of the bar, remaining ice chips inside tinkling softly over the deejay's set. Only…this glass was half-full, and in the shape of a long crocodile, its outstretched maw serving as the opening of the glass. Little crocodile tail wrapped around the base of the glass.

Despite yourself, you broke out in laughter at the whimsical vessel. "What the fuck?" As you regained your breath, you noticed Dani's expression had softened, smiling at you but eyes distant.

"Oye, guerrilla. Earth to Dani?" She was every bit as cute as you'd heard and more, but you didn't expect her to be this weird, either. Still, you took a long draw of your Cuba libre, needing the liquid courage.

"Dance with me?" Her gloved hand appeared, proffered as sweetly as her invitation.

"If you insist," you accepted, stretching out your own hand, light teasing tone belying the hammering in your chest. Her grasp was firm, comforting.

And Dani Rojas whisked you away from the bar with the crocodile glasses and onto the dance floor proper, bowing deeply as she gestured for you to step forward into the crowded revelry.

[safyresky]

Crystal Springs Chapter 18: Market Day

Is FINALLY up for you all right here after THREE MONTHS. AH. Alright, so! What's new and exciting this time around??

🆕 in this chapter:

We meet Xander!

Winter and Jack chat has been tripled in size and spread about the chapter

Befana? BELSNICKLE? OTHER CHRISTMAS SPIRITS? It's more likely than you think. (free CS check)

(also free vibe check @ the series bc I am unamused with the LATEST NEWS ABOUT IT)

(AH)

Magibean social media

A reason for the Fates to be there/meddling lmao

Word count has gone from 5.6k (2014) to 7.9k (2017/18) to uh. 19k (2022) 😬😬😬

Enjoy!

And apologies for the delay. You can send your thanks to the following irl factors for it:

a sort of sudden death in the family leading to the most fight filled week i have EVER experienced

a very grief filled two months with a side of WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING IT'S NOT BRINGING GRANNY BACK

FUCKING COVID?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? RUDE!

Bridal shower RIGHT AFTER covid recovery

And story wise, took SO LONG because of WINTER AND JACK BEING STUBBORN AND ALSO SHOWBOATY. By the time I got to the final scene, I was like. READY TO KICK THIS ONE TO THE CURB. Observe:

And I wasn't that far off with the final word total, lmao. ANYWAY. HOLY HELL. WHAT A CHAPTER. WHAT A CRAZY THREE MONTHS. PLEASE ENJOY!

[tiredmamaissy]

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⸻Neteyam Sully

Neteyam's First Rut Series:

⊱Chapter I: Neteyam's First Rut ⊱Chapter II: Tying the Knot ⊱Chapter III: The Heat Within ⊱Chapter IV: A Synchronous Fever ⊱Chapter V: With My Life ⊱Chapter VI: To Set Ablaze ⊱Chapter VII: Moment of Truth

Special Episodes:

⊱Special Ep. I - Insaitable ⊱Special Ep. II - At First Sight [prequel]

Sub-Neteyam:

⊱Sub-Neteyam One Shot - Bound (bdsm; edging) ⊱Sub-Neteyam One Shot - Hide and Peek (exhibition kink)

Dom-Neteyam:

⊱Forgiven - Forgive Me Part II (mirror sex)

Misc. Neteyam:

⊱Jealous-Neteyam One Shot - Eyes for You ⊱Comforting-Neteyam One Shot - All Your Curves

Clingy Neteyam:

⊱Part I ⊱Part II ⊱Part III

⸻Lo'ak Sully

Non-Unrequited Love Trilogy (lo’ak in rut):

⊱Part I - slight smut ⊱Part II - pure smut ⊱Part III - smutty smut

Special Episodes:

⊱Special Ep. I - Inextinguishable ⊱Special Ep. II - Twin Flame [double pov] ⊱Special Ep. III - Ashes [double pov]

Sub-Lo'ak:

⊱Sub-Lo'ak One Shot - Prized Obsession (edging lo'ak)

Dom-Lo’ak:

⊱Is that So? ⊱Handle Me - Part I ⊱ Part II

⸻Neteyam Sully + Lo'ak Sully

Make Your Choice Mini Series (w/ alternative endings):

⊱Make Your Choice: Part I ⊱ Part II (possibly dark) ⊱Make Your Choice Endings: Neteyam ⊱ Lo'ak ⊱ Both

⸻Ao'nung

Ao'nung in Rut:

⊱Behind the Façade Part I ⊱Behind the Façade Part II (coming soon)

⸻Rotxo

⊱Sub-Rotxo One Shot: Feel Better

⸻Jake Sully

⊱Forgive Me ft. Neteyam Sully (dark) ; Part II ⊱Little Secret ft. Lo'ak Sully (dark) ; part II (coming soon)

⊱A Night to Remember - Birthday Sex (for my dani <3)

⸻Ralak te Sepwan Ieyk (collab w/ @zestys-stuff)

⊱Chapter I ⊱Chapter II ⊱Chapter III ⊱Chapter IV ⊱Chapter V

Special Episodes:

⊱Special Ep. I - Ralak’s First Rut ⊱Special Ep. II - Concurrent Tides ⊱Special Ep. III - Calm After the Storm ⊱Special Ep. IV - Seed of Life ⊱Special Ep. V - TBA (coming soon) ⊱Special Ep. VI - TBA (coming soon)

⸻HighIssyTalks (click me)

⊱blurbs/drabbles ⊱get to know me ⊱high questions + answers + thoughts ⊱neteyam talks ⊱aonung talks ⊱loak talks ⊱jake talks ⊱read it all under #high issy talks

⸻NSFW Alphabet

⊱Lo'ak Sully + Neteyam Sully ⊱Tonowari + Jake Sully (coming soon)

⸻My Emoji Anons

⊱🐬🦩📖⚡️🍪⚰️💍🙊💦🫧🩰🧿🪅🕸🦋🦦🌳 🏹 🏵️ 🧜‍♀️ 🍱 🔮🌵❤️‍🔥 🥮🌱🐋🐚🍀 🌹 🤺👄 🌺🩷

[little-pondhead]

Nature vs. Nurture vs. Whatever the Hell This Is

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Vlad fucked up.

To be fair, just because he was smart enough to figure out how to make a clone, didn’t mean he was good at it. That became very obvious when the first few clones of Danny melted. Then Danielle destabilized, and Danny had to save her.

By the time the events of AGIT came about, Vlad thought he’d perfected the practice. Dan had a new body and a second chance at life, and Vlad now had a son like he always wanted. They both gained a family, and Danny was happy for them.

However, after a few years, Dan was the first to realize that he and Dani weren’t aging. Danny was.

Through panicked calls and the digging of old files, Vlad discovered that while he’d forcefully grown both Danielle and Dan’s human bodies to what they were now, he’d somehow frozen the intrinsic and extrinsic aging processes.

Both Danielle and Dan were more ghost than human, and with Danny finally bringing peace to Amity Park, their bodies simply did not react to any of the normal stressors in the human world. They didn’t breathe oxygen, they didn’t have to fight off world ending threats every week, and they just simply didn’t expose themselves to enough ectoplasm to continue new cell production. (They even tested this theory by cutting off a lock of Dani’s hair and waiting a few months. It didn’t grow at all!)

Their bodies were just…frozen in time.

Well, damn.

Both Dan and Dani wanted to be on their own by now, but their eternal baby faces were making it impossible. Danny was well off into college at this point, having grown into the Fenton genes quite well, and looked like their older brother or dad rather than Dan’s twin.

Cue a coming-of-age story featuring Dan and Dani as they, quite literally, try to force themselves to grow up and match their mental ages.

[voyeurmunson]

x boyfriend thoughts PLEASE

*I’m tipsy. This might not look pretty.* 18+ hoes

Ex boyfriend Eddie knows that every other Sunday you’re forced to attend church with your Grandma. You’ve been avoiding him for weeks. Ignoring his calls. Turning him away every time he popped up at your window.

You shift in your seat on the wooden pew staring ahead as the choir sings until you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look down to see the familiar rings glinting beneath the lights. Shit.

Within minutes you’re on your knees in the church bathroom choking on Eddie’s thick cock as his head falls back against the wall. “Oh god, oh my fucking god.” he pants breathlessly as you look up at him through your lashes.

You take him deep in your throat as you watch him carefully, taking in every single movement he makes. His brown lashes fluttering, the small bite of his lip before his jaw falls slack, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The fucker even threw on a red button up shirt and fuck he looked good.

“Just like that, baby. You’re such a little slut. My pretty little slut.” he grunts as his hand moves to your head, pressing down, making you gag on his cock even more.

“Didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetheart. But fuck you look pretty when you do.” he chuckles before bucking his hips just a bit, really starting to fuck your throat, making your tears fall even faster as you splutter around his member.

“How long are we gonna do this, baby? J-just come back to me. You know you want to. You know you can’t fucking stay away.” he taunts, his brown eyes almost black as they stare down at you. You glare back at him as you bring your hands to his thighs digging your nails deep into his skin.

Your attempt at causing him a little pain simply sends him over the edge as his cock twitches, his warm cum spraying down your throat. “F-fuck, shit baby.” he groans as he fills your mouth with his release. You stand up, wiping the excess cum from your mouth, a small smirk playing on your lips.

You spin on your heels and leave the bathroom without another word to him, leaving him standing there with wide eyes, his chest heaving violently as he hurries to pull up his slacks.

Okay byeeeee

[danisbrainrot]

lott modelling new clothes she bought for you to cheer you up after a rough day :(((

lottie matthews x reader

I love cute little blurb ideas like these <333

her shopping bags landed messily on the bed as she crawled on top of you, shifting so you were between her legs and she could press her forehead against yours. "you okay, baby?" lottie murmurs, kissing you softly.

you shake your head, leaning into the kiss and not letting her lips go. finally, she pulls away, looking at you seriously as a sigh leaves your mouth, "I had a shitty day," you reply. she pouted, pressing another kiss against your lips before pulling away.

"well, I finally used my t.k. maxx credit up, do you wanna see some of the stuff I bought?" lottie asks, you nod eagerly, your mood lighting up immediately. she laughs at this, but crawls off you and opens some of the bags. "close your eyes," you do as instructed and wait patiently until she allows you to open them again.

her first outfit is cute, a pink miniskirt and a white top. she gives a little spin, flourishing with a small curtsy. "you look like a Barbie doll," you tease, she flicks her hair behind her shoulders and blows you a kiss, before getting unchanged again. you close your eyes, letting her next outfit be a surprise.

lottie shows off five more outfits—making you worry how bad of a habit this whole stealing shitty clothes from t.k. maxx was. finally, she covers your eyes with a scarf she'd bought, "your eyes definitely have to be closed for this next one, because I bought this somewhere else," she whispers, her tone seductive; you grew excited by what she meant.

"you can take the scarf off now," she instructs. once the fabric is ripped off your eyes, your jaw drops at the sight. she was dressed in a scant red lingerie set, showing off her long legs and gorgeous figure. you swear you could feel drool in the corner of your mouth. she giggles at your reaction, twirling around to show off every inch of her. "do you like it?"

you finally unfreeze, gaining the ability to talk again. "I love it," you admire how gorgeous she looked standing before you in her red bra and undies, "in fact, you should wear that more often," she giggles, before crawling on top of you again. you pull her in for a passionate kiss, feeling the full weight of her on top of you, as you grip her waist tightly with you hands. "thank you, my days better already," you mutter against her lips.

a wide smirk appears on lottie's face as she begins moving your hand from her waist further up to her boobs. "just wait until you feel what's underneath it," she teases, shooting you a cheeky wink.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

🫖 tea & toast

a blurb party. no reason, just because. [closed]

this will be open until feb 7, so feel free to send in requests until then! there are guidelines for this little blurb party, so any requests that do not adhere to them will be deleted.

tag to track / block -> tea & toast w dani

prompts ─── angst // fluff // idiots in love // comfort

drivers ─── carlos sainz jr • charles leclerc • daniel ricciardo mick schumacher • lando norris • pierre gasly lance stroll • max verstappen • nyck de vries

how to request ───

pick one prompt and a driver, and send it into my ask box.

[ i.e. "there it is, there’s that smile!" + mick schumacher ]

tagging some mutuals: @ricc3rodeo @formulabear @schuvries @vamossainz55 @absolutelynotmate @bigricc

[tboygareth]

humbly requesting track 8-when we're 30 for wip wednesday 💜

oh dani i hadn't even started this chapter yet, thank you! you get the first three paragraphs and a sneak peek at my formatting <33

Track 8 - when we’re 30 June, 2022 Eddie i can’t pretend anymore that i’ve forgotten/unlocking you is muscle memory to me Eddie is pacing, anxiously sorting these old notebooks, sun bleached from years and years of being shuffled from the passenger side wheel well of the van to the desk in his spare room and back again. And now they’re here, in his studio at last, ready to finally be put to use.  The guys are coming over; it’s time to start talking about new music, and Eddie’s got just the project for them. They’re not going to like it - Jeff especially, who’s been practically begging Eddie to get back out there, find his someone. It’s been years after all, he’s reasoned. Eddie can’t torture himself with memories of Steve forever. But Eddie’s been playing the long game. It’s nine years this summer, and by the time the album is finished they’ll be closing in on a decade and Eddie’ll be pushing thirty and Steve said… he said it. Those were his words.

[danijpegg]

I haven't been on tumblr since 2019 and before that I was on it for like 8 years. I see not much has changed aside from the UI and tbh i'm glad yall are all still chaotic and crazy. I feel like i'm home again.