#danny thursdays

[blanketstown]

Happy Twin Thursday

[bizzielisteningtogreta]

hi, jake hand nation!

[porcelana-r0ta]

I've pre-written two more chapters of The Curse of Sight and tbh as I write them I want more than anything to have someone else be writing and for me to be the reader 😔✌️ call that the curse of being a writer babeyyy

Anyway here's a meme about a future chapter:

[ftmbruce]

me and my best friend in the car every week

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

last week it was said that sam is a pleasure dom and i cant stop thinking about him holding you to his chest and fingering you while you lay against him peacefully. he would whisper soft praises in you ears, with candles softly glowing in the background. basically being intimate with sam seems serene and peaceful. He would be so selfless.

Oh just the way he'd talk to you would drive me insane. The way he'd hold you and finger your pretty pussy while saying, "Mmm that's a pretty girl. That's my beautiful baby girl. So pretty, sound so fucking pretty when you have my fingers in your soaking wet pussy." He'd just be taunting you while he finger fucks you, holding you tight while he speeds up his pace, your moaning like your brain has melted out of your ears.

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

"Mhmmm,"

"Yeah? Okay angel, be a good girl, be my good girl and cum for me. All over my fuckin' hand. Oh yeah, there she is. There she is, my fucking baby. Feel good, honey?"

You can only whimper as you bite down on his shoulder.

"Oh, I know, baby, I know. Let go for me, be my good girl and cum for me." He teases with a grin a mile wide. Your body shakes, and your cries are so loud and buried into his neck as you climax all from Sam's slender fingers. His fingers slip out of your pussy after you cum, so gently until he holds you close to him and hugs you even tighter. Kissing your lips, whispering against your kiss swollen mouth, "My good girl. My sweet sweet girl."

[little-pondhead]

As a bonding trip, Jazz and her new little sister Ellie go to Hawaii for vacation. There, they meet another pair of sisters, Nani and Lilo, as well as their perfectly normal dog, Stitch.

And luckily for the Pelekai sisters, the Fentons have a lot of experience messing with multiple forms of government. :)

[reesetrippingthelight]

happy jacob thomas thursday everyone, give your local jake kiszka a smooch

[donmegabc]

[pheedraws]

babe wake up new blorbo just dropped 

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Jason, holding a knife: “Do the dishes, or I swear to Mother Mary herself I'm calling Pastor Rob!”

Danny: “Call him choir boy! Mary is on my side!”

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Past Danny regularly says things like "I didn’t escape the assassin’s to eat school lunch,"

It’s Fenton, so nobody takes it that seriously

[ofthecaravel]

babygirl sighting!!!

(@danny_gvf on insta)

[holdingup-fallingsky]

The twins being in a silly, goofy mood

[espithewarlock]

HI! Just wanted to say tbat take me with you is so so good 👌🫶

I love it so much and the dynamics between them all is so wonderful

Even if I do want to kick Danny's ass lol

Wondering as this seems? To be a series

Will there be like a follow up?

Cause I need Danny to get his shit together and that they (maxiel) kind GET a Happy ending but only if Danny is not a dickhead, I hope he has a good reason lol 😤😤😅

I am also so curious about alex,geroge, and lewis whole thing. Like can someone just sorta push them into a closet lol

But seriously everything I get a notification this fic is updated, I basically drop everything and is reading it as fast as I can 🫶🫶🫶

Love it and can't wait to see how this whole thing evolves 🫶🫶🫶

Hello!! 💚 I am SO thrilled every time someone tells me they're enjoying this story and, don't worry, I want to kick Danny's ass too. (He's being very annoying, isn't he?)

Not to spoil too much, BUT a lot of your concerns will start to be alleviated in the next chapter! (and Max literally pushed Alex into Lewis in the chapter that was posted today so...😇)

To answer your series question - yes!! This is a series, but the next fic will look backwards into the Piarles relationship. It covers how they get together, shows a little more of how omegas are treated in the world outside of their pack bubble, how the pack gets formed, and more! It'll start posting after Take Me With You is done and I hope everyone who likes that fic will join me for this one too!

Outside of that, I don't have anything planned for this universe. However, I am incredibly suggestible and will accept any prompts that people drop in my inbox here on Tumblr! (Once Take Me With You is done posting, of course!)

Thank you so much for taking the time to leave this lovely ask in my inbox!! 💚

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

wild thursday! whoooo

danny in the new music video made me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

the thought of absolutely destroying him makes my heart swoon. like, we are all aware the dude is MASSIVE and strong, and the thought of him unraveling and whimpering for you??? makes me melt.

picture him laying down on the bed, hands against his sides while you straddle his thighs, rocking back and forth while he’s practically in tears because the lace of your panties are scraping over his cock oh so perfectly. he could die a happy man right then and there.

Just the look of pity you'd have on your face as he's begging to be inside of you would turn him on so much. When you tell him he's so pitiful for being so desperate for you without even having taken your panties off. And he's a mess just having you against him, "Please, please, mistress. I can't-I can't take it." He pleads, that name soaking your panties almost instantly.

"Oh sweet boy, why don't you try using your words and tell mistress what you want? Are you too stupid to do that with your cock so hard?" You tease, pressing your hips against his harder. "Want to f-feel you, wanna be inside of you." He whispers almost out of breath as he grips the sheets, trying desperately not to break in half from the need. "Oh pet, you know all you ever have to do is ask and mistress will provide." You smile evily, the look in his eyes full of love even with you playing the role of torturer.

You lift your hips, not even bothering to completely remove your lingerie, knowing that it makes you so much more in control with the contrast of dressed to completely naked like your whimpering lover. You pull your panties to the side and almost immediately Danny moans at the change in the feeling of your warmth and wet pussy gliding against the underside of his aching cock. With little to resistance, you take Danny fully inside of you. He fills you up to the brim, his cock hard and pressing against your cervix in a way that makes your moan.

Danny's hips stir as he groans, taking in the overwhelming feeling of your warmth wrapped around his aching cock. "Mm, you feel so fucking good, mistress." Danny whispers as his eyebrows knit together in bliss. The feeling of your body slowly rocking against his drives him wild, trying so desperately not to just take control and grip your hips and take you himself. His knuckles are white on the sheets as you slowly begin to grind against him, bouncing slowly and rolling your clit under your fingers, "Oh pet, you're so good for your mistress, letting her use you like such a good boy." You praise as his jaw hangs open, watching as you take his cock inside of you again and again. Both of you have been edged all night, you're barely holding on to some sense.

You can't help it, you wanna hold back. Make him beg. But God that face. That body. It's not fair to keep yourself away from this feeling. You roll your hips again, and again. Danny's hand ventures to your hip, but you snap. You take his wrist and pounce towards him. His eyes are wide as you have his wrist in your grip, pressed against the bed. You take his cock again and again, deeper in this position. "Don't you fucking forget who's in charge here, pet. I'll stop right now and make you watch as I cum all from my own hand and make you go to sleep with nothing."

His eyes go wide, lighting up as he watches you ruin him, going faster and doing whatever you please. Chasing your high while using him like a toy. You grab him by his hair, "Open your mouth." You say gruffly, he opens his mouth eagerly, you spit in his mouth and slap his cheek. "Don't bite the hand that fucks you, pet." You taunt him as you take him deep, your own high on the edge. "Y-Yes mistress."

His arms hold you tightly, your naked bodies warm and gasping for breath. You kiss his neck, his cheek, your fingers gently stroking through his hair over his scalp as you both catch your breaths. "So good, baby. You're so good. My sweet baby." You whisper as you kiss him gently. "I love you." He smiles, "I love you, angel."

Danny moans as his eyes flutter shut before opening back to look in your eyes, "Now be a good boy and cum inside me." You smirk before grabbing his hand and bringing it to your clit, which he all too happily rolls under his fingers and pulls you into your orgasm alongside his own. The both of you grip on to each other and hold the other close as you grind and whine and whimper into the others' hair as you collapse on top of him.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"A Gift." Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission post!

Hey, hey, hey! SO! This is the first official finished commission I have ever done! It was commed by the lovely @rakunko who I cannot thank enough for comming me and for such a rad prompt! I was also given permission to post this! To help show off what having a commission from me will be like for anyone else who is curious. This is presented just as it was to them, unedited. This is a reader insert but there are some defining details to the reader. Just fair warning. Also this com was only put in for 2K and told me to just go ham and have fun and boy did it! They only paid the 2K price but true to my word, I went about 500 words over that the commissioner was not charged for simply cuz I couldn’t shut up! I knew this would happen. Now lets get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Brief Descriptions Of Reader In Some Regards. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Knife Play. Blood Play. Vaginal Fingering. Chase. Predator/Prey. Breaking And Entering. Marking. Scarification. Praise. Dirty Talk.

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You had a pretty great day.

Had gone out and hung out with some friends, been out of the house for hours. It was so nice but you wanted to get home, have something to eat, and really relax. 

It was late, pretty dark out, you liked that though, felt really comfortable in your neighbourhood even when it was later. 

Usually you felt that way. Tonight you felt off. 

Something didn’t feel quite right. You felt like you were being watched, had felt eyes on you, burning a hole through the back of your head for the past ten minutes but you kept looking over your shoulder, trying to subtle about it to find nothing still. You were probably being paranoid, maybe you were more tired than you had initially thought? This wasn’t the first time that you had felt this way. 

And the last time you felt this way it hadn’t been nothing. It had been something. Or rather someone. 

Someone who really took a liking to you and hadn’t really been leaving you alone for very long. He kept coming around and speaking of it has been about two weeks since his last visit. As you thought about this, nearly at your place you hear it, something that makes your head snap and a chill runs up your spine. Heavy footfalls and they are coming up fast, the second the sound registers you take a deep breath and speed up your own pace. 

You want to look but you can’t risk it, no way, it’ll screw up your stride and he usually catches you so easily as it is, you need every advantage you have at your disposal. 

You were less than a block away and outside but you knew him and knew that wouldn’t stop him if he caught you. A sincere hope that you would make it inside before he got his hands on you, wanting the shelter of your home to hide whatever debauchery he wanted to subject you to. 

You were breathing hard, heart pounding as hard as your shoes were on the pavement, you had to make it, you were almost there. Your hands make their move, dig in your bag for your keys, you were still listening and he sounded a ways back yet. You would have a small window to get it open but you couldn’t fuck this up. Your fingers hook in the key ring, you pull them up and your eyes dart down for a second to make sure you are holding the correct key. 

So close, you could do it, you might beat him for once. You reach your front door, one hand closes on the doorknob and your other shoves the key inside the lock with only a mild fumble, you turn the key and the knob at the same time. The lock opens, the door swings open and then you fuck up. 

You underestimated him.

You got cocky. 

Your head turned, you looked over your shoulder, you were going to call out some taunt before scurrying inside and slamming the door closed and locking it. However instead of seeing him several feet like you were expecting, you see him two strides away, almost close enough to grab you. 

Your overly confident smile falls and even with the mask he was wearing you were sure a grin was plastered on his own face. Your hand is still on the doorknob, you can’t look away, your eyes wide and you try to stumble inside but you are too shocked, he played you too well and got the drop on you. 

You don’t move fast enough, you are already in motion however and with how fast he is moving, he can’t slow down. His hand grabs your bicep hard and he pushes as you are mid step and he forces you inside easily. The door is kicked closed behind him hard as he stays on you, hand locked onto your arm and you lose your balance. He sees what is happening and pushes. You fall and fall hard. 

You hit the ground and he is on top of you so quickly.  

You are pinned beneath him. He finally caught you. The way you had hit the ground hurt and the way he is holding you hurts even more, so unrelenting, the impact has knocked the breath out of you and one of his hands finds its home on your throat. He is seated on your lower back, knees on either side of your prone body, straddling you as he leans down closer still. 

You feel the knife then. You didn’t even hear him unsheath it. 

The edge of the blade moves some of your hair aside, it drags lightly over the sensitive skin and then you are feeling the cool plastic of the mask brush over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shudder. He is so close he can smell the sweetness of the vanilla that always clings to you. He can do so much with you so helpless. 

“I’ve got such a good present for you.” The low tone of voice made you inhale sharply. 

The chase you’d just been on had gotten you a little too excited. Him on top of you, knife tracing invisible patterns on your back, the danger, all of it made you clench around nothing. 

You let out a questioning hum and you get no verbal response for once. The tip of the knife hooks in the collar of your shirt and it swipes down quickly, cutting your shirt open and his hands move fast, exposing more skin to him. You tense from the sudden movement and the knife nicking your skin, a quiet sound of pain that has him cooing out, “Awe that’s nothing compared to what I am about to do.” 

You wonder what he means until the knife touches down on the newly exposed skin making you jolt below him. “What are you going to do?”

“Give you something that you can always have with you. Something permanent.” He says it in a way that is sickenly sweet for something so threatening. You can’t help it, you are excited, palms sweaty, your hands are flat on the hardwood floor below and slide so easily across the cool surface but he sees you. He holds the knife tighter to your skin, the blade is nearly biting into soft flesh and he tsk’s, “Don’t do something stupid pumpkin, okay? We both know you’re going to let me do what I want.” 

You stop all movement except for a small and shaky nod. “Good girl. If you didn’t listen I might have to reconsider this present.” 

A hard swallow as you ask, “And what made you decide to grace me with a gift?”

“Oh don’t you know? It’s a very special occasion sweetheart.” He said it like it was obvious and your mind searched, wondering why this day held significance. He was tapping the knife on your back, it reminds you of the ticking of a clock and each light slap of the blade makes heat flare between your legs. His hand that wasn't holding the knife smoothes down your back, the cool leather of his gloves always feels so good. 

His fingers were teasing under the torn edges of your shirt. His fingers split the shirt further, deepening the gash as he goes and he says, "S' okay, I'll forgive it slipping your mind and tell you. It's our six month anniversary."

Oh shit.

He's right. You met last Halloween. A truly unforgettable night, one of your favourites and now it's May 1st, six months since last Halloween and six months till next.

"Awe you remembered. You really do care." You said it with a small smile as you teased him and he sighed out, "More than you know."

One strong hand on your still shirt covered shoulder as his other hand begins its work. The knife drives home, breaks the skin and it steals your breath anew from the sharp pain that shocks your system. You feel him shift on top of you slightly like he was adjusting, you were sure he was hard right now and that keeps the low rolling boil of arousal fresh. 

He seems so focused as he works. A few precise cuts, you feel the blood leaking, running down your back slowly. It hurts, you bite your bottom lip but a few sharp breaths and whimpers still escape and he hums out, “I know, I know it hurts but trust me, it’s so worth it.” 

The curiosity is killing you, he is clearly doing something purposeful, not just hacking for the sake of it so you ask, “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Well I wanted to do something really special for you. Commemorate this occasion and give you something you could always have, something you can never accidentally forget and leave home, something that can’t be returned and is personal.” 

He finishes up what he is doing, he pulls the knife back and he admires his work, his thumb swipes over the wound, spreading some of the spilled blood as he examines it. He is pausing on purpose. Drawing this out for dramatic effect. 

“Show me your arms.” You are confused but do as he asks, flipping your arms so they are palm up and he leans forward, gloved hand closes around your wrist and holds on arm down, the stained red blade is in your line of vision now. He drags it lightly up your forearm, pulling up your sleeve as it goes until it comes to the crook of your elbow and he says, “You are going to have to hold really still or I might slip up and make a mistake. Don’t wanna cut you too deep.” 

Your breathing is coming out in short pants, face screws up in pain as he cuts again and then what he is doing hits you all at once. You have a series of freckles on your body that mirror star constellations and he is connecting the dots. Marking you permanently, almost tattooing you but instead of ink the lines are being carved by him and when they heal the scars will connect them together, a display of a sick sort of romantic violence and ownership. A perfect representation of your relationship.  

It made your heart and cunt ache in equal measure. 

You loved what you had but part of you wished for more. 

He hadn’t stopped. Was cutting you so carefully. The tip of the blade makes sure to drag as steadily as possible as it dragged through your flesh, splitting it open, exposing more of you, inside of you, so vulnerable. 

It hurts but you love it. You sniff, from emotion? From pain? Perhaps both. 

“You’re doing amazing for me.” He praised and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. The second gift now complete he says, “There.” 

You take in the sight of your arm, the blood running down your arm and spreading slowly over the floor, the staining of your sleeve. The only light in here was spilling in from the glass on your front door and it wasn’t that effective, you couldn’t see his present in full yet but you knew you loved it. 

He is off of you and his hand grips your shirt and tugs, “Roll over.” You comply, you lay on your back for him and wince at the pressure placed on the wound on your shoulder. You look up at him, at that white mask still so clear, cutting through the darkness of the hallway, fixed on you. 

Gloved hand came down and cradled your cheek, it felt warm and wet, his thumb swipes over your skin, spreading more of your blood. “You know they say good things come in threes.”

You know that tone. He is thinking about something. “Yeah?”

He hums softly. “Do you want me to give you a third constellation? One totally done by me, somewhere much more private of course, just for you and me.” 

You aren’t sure. The first two hurt a lot, you were bleeding so much already. At least the first two had a strict rubric to follow but him doing it on his own? Could you trust him? You almost wished you were in a different situation and you fully could, that things could be more normal between you but another part of you doesn’t want that at all.

“I don’t know-” You start and he presses, “What? Don’t think I can free hand it? Don’t you trust me?” He asked and the tilt of his head and his tone convinced you. 

Mouth moves before you fully think, too high on the situation, on the danger of it, on him and you are saying, “Yes.” 

His hands start to move, he encourages you and your shoes are kicked off, bottoms removed and your shirt pushed up. He doesn’t rush. His hands linger, stroke in an affectionate fashion, something akin to reverence and tenderness while one hand is still gripping the blade, the ditochmy gets to you again. 

His fingers are so sure as he moves the edge of your panties down, he touches you softly with the knife, “Here.”

On your hip. Definitely a place just for you both to admire it. You nod and he cuts you again. It hurts the most. Your head falls back against the hardwood and he watches you. The way you squirm. Bloody and half dressed. Hair partially fanned out around your head, eyes half lidded behind the rounded glasses perched on your nose, his hand was holding down your opposite hip as he worked but he wanted to trace that scar near your lip, the one that you got before you met him. Scars looked so good on you, could anyone blame him for wanting to put more on you?

This one is quick, he was in the zone, working quick and sure and you feel his clothed erection pressing into your thigh, he rocks his hips once, grinding a little. He was clearly worked up from this, just as much as you were. Your heart is hammering in your chest, your panties are soaked and he is finally done. 

He admires his work again and you ask, “What are you thinking?” 

“That you are prettier than the night sky any day.” How fucking sweet is that, smile spreads on your face, chest rising and falling as you stare up at him.

His hand is still gripping the knife with his pointer finger and thumb when his other hand rips your panties down. The hand holding the knife is between your thighs, middle and ring finger teasing you. The smooth leather drags up through your folds, you feel how slick the buttery smooth material is from your blood and your legs tense at the pleasure that cuts through the slow burn of the pain. Two of his fingers slip over your clit, a firm swirl before moving back down and dipping inside. He curls his fingers just right and the handle of the knife bumps your clit and you moan, eyes falling closed, back arching as you gasp out, “Thank you.” 

He sets a steady pace, fingering you as his gloved hand closes around your throat and he says, “You’re welcome pumpkin.”