#whoops my fingers slipped

[fire-lizard-ro]

Puppet on strings

[writeforfandoms]

Thinking about Jack "Whiskey" Daniels today

Thinking about the way he'd kiss you as soon as he got home, because he missed you all day

How he'd kiss you slow and soft and sweet, and use all your favorite pet names as he told you how he'd missed you. Sugar. Darlin'. Sweetheart. How he doesn't even bother to change before he pulls you in, hugging you, content to just be for a few moments with you.

Or those times when he's a little more needy. When he backs you against the front door, kisses hungry and sloppy, pushing one big strong thigh between yours. How one big hand holds your hip, encouraging you to move against his thigh. Then he ducks his head to kiss your neck, hitching your leg up around his hip, grinding into you. How the two of you just shove enough clothing down and out of the way for him to fill you, stretching you out on his cock, enjoying all the sounds he can get you to make.

"That's it, sugar," he'd croon, holding you steady even as he pounds you into the door. "Lemme hear you."

How he wouldn't let up until you were both sated, at least for the moment.

And then he'd order dinner in because, well, he's feeling a bit peckish, darlin', maybe you'd let him have a little dessert first?

And if he's still disheveled when he takes the food from the delivery person, if he's smug as a cat in cream, if his moustache is still a little smeared with you, well... he's certainly not ashamed. And he won't let you be, either.

[mppmaraudergirl]

aww poor lily🥺🥺🥺🥺

GIVE ME MORE SAD LILY HAHAHA

Sorry sad Lily can't come to the phone right now. She's been busy traveling around Europe researching potions and being wooed by a Quidditch player in little Italian restaurants.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt: "That's not what it sounds like."

(Oh no I am not having a good day LMAO)

"I don't...I don't know how to do this stuff," Hook admits, and the words burn their way down his tongue in their honesty.

"That's okay," Jack replies. He reaches out, pats Hook on the shoulder. It doesn't really help, but maybe it should. "Emotions are hard. We'll figure it out together, okay?"

Hook purses his mouth flat. Nods. "Yeah. I guess."

It's not a guarantee, though at least it's something. Hook desperately needs something. A twinge of hope flares in his stomach. But when they round the next corner, Hook finds himself staring into angry, wounded blue eyes ringed with red and black.

"I see," Danhausen says. His voice is low and rough and awful, and it tugs Hook’s stomach down to his feet. "Danhausen understands now."

"Wait," Hook says. His thoughts whirl. How much did...how much did Danhausen overhear? What all did he say? "Wait, it's..."

Danhausen turns and begins to walk away, his shoulders hunched in a miserable arch. "No. Danhausen understands. Emotions are hard, right?"

Wait, wait, wait-- he's practically running in his haste to put distance between them, and Hook has to lengthen his strides to keep up. "D, that's not what it sounds like, let me--"

"Hook disappeared for months." Danhausen stops, whirls to face Hook. His expression pulls twisted and hard. "Months. And Danhausen thought he just needed time, so he gave it. I thought Hook would come back. But I understand now; Hook has new feelings. Hook has always struggled with this, but Jack is there to help now." He shrugs. It looks horrible. "Danhausen will not bother you again."

"D," Hook tries, but it's useless. Danhausen slips through the door to the Best Friends' locker room, marked with a cheery sign held aloft with a single piece of Scotch tape. Hook stares at the door that closes and latches resolutely, a click that echoes.

He got it all wrong, all messed up; Hook had just needed someone to talk to, someone who could help. And now, even though the whole conversation had started with him spilling his guts to Jack, stumbling his way through trying to explain how terrifying and overpowering everything was, how he never could find the words to tell Danhausen how he felt...even though he had tried, really tried, he's still here. With a door slammed in his face.

With nothing, all over again.

He sucks in a ragged breath, and fights to stay upright as misery smacks into his knees in its cruel attempt to take him down.

[oldsargasso]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: พิษเบ๊บ | Pit Babe (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Winner/Dean (Pit Babe) Characters: Winner (Pit Babe), Dean (Pit Babe) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, what's it called when you can't stand the person you're sleeping with? Summary:

Sleeping with Winner isn't the most shameful thing Dean's ever done, but he's certainly not about to tell anyone about it.

[moonysfavoritetoast]

all she fucking does is TALK TALK TALK TALK i’m fucking tired shut the fuck up and oh guess what for dinner we’re having fucking chicken nuggets again i’m going to actually fucking kill myself i’m hungry and tired and i have to listen to my bitch ass little sister talk for the next ~3 hours because she DOESNT SHUT UP and i can hear her FROM MY BEDROOM

[polaraffect]

famelessthaninfamy -> kalashtars

[chaoslulled]

they just want a good show. that's all they want. ( to Cherri, from Haymitch! )

frustration pierces through the armor she wears  ––  ever since she's tucked herself away in the walls of the capitol once more, she's felt as if she's two moments from lashing out each and every second.  there's a twist in her chest when she least expects it, a pang that takes her breath away, and there's times where she ducks into the acloves of the hallways, lets the avoxes pass, and tries to catch her breath.  tries to remind herself that she is not in the running this year  ––  there is no reaping behind her being here, there is no tearful farewells from her district, no need to hold herself upward and get sponsors to keep her alive.  no, her time in the arena is done.  it's the same every single time she comes back here  ––  her own ghost haunts these walkways.  her own biting whispers bled into her lips from her teeth grazing them.

being picked to mentor makes her skin crawl  ––  it doesn't matter that she's now twenty-one and feeling like her veins are open, ready to accept whatever poison the capitol wants to give her.  it doesn't matter that it's been a few years since she's been reaped.  it doesn't matter that she's a champion, a victor.  no, what matters is every single meeting she's had to have since she arrived here  ––  and only doing so because refusing would be met with her demise and she's well aware of that factor, far too keenly.  so she's done what they've asked of her  ––  sat pretty, smiled when it mattered, and divulged her opinion when it was prompted.  they aren't meeting their tributes for another day or so  ––  when they'll be back in their districts, seizing them from the steps of city hall, and assisting them on their train rides.  this is preemptive, a master class on what is expected of them, of what behavior is meant to be shone from them.

the other mentors have cleared out for the day  ––  the spread of food far too much for them, their minds on the children that they'll have to kill soon.  but cherri has lingered back, the open air balcony sending wind ruffling through her red hair, fingers plucking another roll from the basket that's centered on the table.  she slathers it in butter, breaking off small pieces and popping them into her mouth, a soft hum erupting around her mouthfuls.  she isn't horribly off in her district, thanks to the winnings and being a victor, but it's always better when it's capitol food. 

a voice pulls her out of her thoughts however  ––  she hadn't even known he had stayed behind, nursing whatever is in his glass and having weary looking avoxes refill it every so often.  she settles the remainder of her roll down, regretfully, and brings her eyes to meet his.  she remembers him from the games  ––  he was in the quarter quell, with double the amount of tributes, and had still come out on top.  she sees him often now on the broadcasts of the reapings  ––  now a mentor, now shuttling children from his own district to their deaths.

teeth run along her lip for a moment before her tongue darts out, collecting a smudge of butter that had escaped  ––  foolish, still so ready to bite at the world aorund her and to tear it apart, but dociled by something so simple as treats.  she supposes that the handbook in front of her gives away her new status as mentor  ––  the rest have probably memorized theirs by now.

" is that what you think of them as? "  her eyebrow arches slightly, fingers running along the embossed cover of the worn mentor book, another hand me down of a wealthy nation.  " just players in a show, little puppets to dance as you see fit? "

the thought of thinking of the tributes so crassly makes her stomach churn.  these are going to be children from her district.  kids that she's seen running around town, whose parents more than likely work for her own, who have seen her grow up.  who have seen her enter the victor's village without much of a thought.  suddenly, the rich food of the capitol doesn't seem as appetizing as it once had.  suddenly the real reason for why she's here settles in once more, and she swallows hard.

" for their sake, i sure hope it's more than that.  then again, district twelve has always been pretty weak. "   she's proud that her hands don't shake where they're crossed against her chest and pressing against her skin.  she remembers the girl it had come down to in her own games  ––  remembers slitting her throat with a sharpened rock while the girl had stabbed into her thigh, dragging the knife up it with a defiant cry.

her fingers itch to touch the scar even now, through the flowing pants that she wears.

that girl had been from district twelve.

[markiecake]

warnings/ tags: big dick jisung, size kink !!, dubcon (?), 'too big', ji is so pussy drunk, creampie (as always)

note: this is saur short omg but i just wanted to get something out of my drafts and out for y'all (°ロ°)

jisung not understanding how much bigger he actually is than you and not giving you any time to adjust to the size of his cock when it's your first time with him :((((((

your cries and whines of how it hurts and how he's too big falling flat as he literally cannot hear you with how into it he is D: the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly making his brain short circuit.

light whimpers of 'ji, ji, ji!' slipping past your lips and your eyes screw shut trying to get past the pain 😵‍💫

you weakly scratch and paw at his chest, leaving red scratch marks all over him, trying to get him out of the trance he's in, but it's no use as he continues to use ur tight cunt until he cums inside of you !!!!

when he finally snaps out of it and looks down at your tear stained face, apologies spew out of his mouth while he strokes your hair and places sweet kisses all over ur cheeks and forehead, trying to make you feel better `(*>﹏<*)′

[doobean]

FAMILY AFFAIRS - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: You've got everything in life. A happy marriage with the love of your life, a new job, and you have enough savings to buy a new house! Luckily enough, your kind stepbrother offers to come with you to the open house tour while your husband is busy and away. Nothing can go possibly wrong, right?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, stepbro!isagi, reader is married to sae, reader also wears a dress hehe, cheating, manipulation, dub-con, step cest, isagi is jealous and is a bully, kinda borderline yandere!isagi, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, pet names/name-calling, dumbification, doggy/missionary/mating press, ass slapping, dacryphilia, light choking, having sex while on a phone call (oral), mirror sex, mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: part 1 of my kinktober event! idk probably the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life idk what to make of it but enjoy (im sorry sae whoops) and i swear im a good girl

Compared to how most remarriages go, you have to say that your family is part of the lucky ones.

It happened back in high school, where all the weird emotions and hormones of a teenager are at its high but, surprisingly, your stepbrother and stepfather were extremely easy-going people. And they still are. Your stepfather treats your mom with utmost care and grace, something you haven't seen in a while since your biological father stepped out of your life. 

Your stepbrother, now a pro football player, is almost a carbon copy. Growing up, Isagi has always been willing to help out around the house, staying up to help you study for exams throughout undergrad and, even now, he's offering to come with you to do something that'll take up half of his off day. 

"Hey," You shut your phone after sending a brief message to your husband as Isagi hops into the driver’s seat, hair slightly damp and wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweats as he had just gotten out of the shower. "Thanks for coming with me, you didn’t have to."

Your stepbrother shrugs his shoulders in response as he adjusts the side and rearview mirrors before starting the ignition. "I’ve got nothing going on today. Besides," Isagi eyes you playfully and pinches your exposed thighs between your dress leg slits. "Who knows what might happen if I let you go off by yourself?"

You return the favor with a light slap over his head, earning a loud yelp from the male. "It’s just an open house tour, not like I’m going off to war."

He scoffs cheekily, fixing his hair. "Yeah, but the realtor could be a serial killer or worse—" Isagi leans towards you and lowers his voice. "—an undercover clown."

You shrink, back pressing against the car door, and laugh. "The only undercover clown I see here is you.”

"You’re so lame." Isagi huffs before stepping on the gas pedal.

After a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors over who gets possession of the aux, he begrudgingly accepts defeat and allows you to play everything but country. When he manages to get on the highway, he speaks again, turning down the music volume just slightly. "What’s Sae up to these days? I hardly see him come to our family functions anymore."

You stop humming to the current song and break your gaze from the window. There's a small frown that forms, without you realizing it, and you bite your lips. "You know how his schedule usually is. Campaigns and interviews got him busier nowadays. But he should be landing home later." 

"Later today?" Isagi quirks a brow.

You nod, shifting in your seat. "Mhm, he said he’ll call me once the flight lands. Why?"

There’s a long pause before Isagi answers, shrugging his shoulders, and turns at the exit. "No reason."

The drive there is relatively smooth. You guys pass the time with quick snippets of what's going on in your lives since Isagi had just returned overseas from a match and, despite not really knowing the ins and outs of football that much, you're still willing to listen to whatever he's rambling on about. It's one of the small things that you adore about Isagi, he's shamelessly passionate about his career, and oddly enough, the conversation gives you a burst of energy. 

You shoot back with your own life updates, though a bit more mild and mundane to his travels and exciting goals. You briefly mention a new job promotion, your closest friends announcing their pregnancy, Sae's new ad campaigns, and all the other houses you've toured within the past three months. The current house you're viewing today seems promising and within Sae's expected pay range.

From what you've seen online, it's a three-story house built near the edge of a hill with an attached infinity pool, a masterchef-styled kitchen, and a private built-in gym. You don't really need all of that, but who are you to deny your husband's generosity? 

Isagi lets out a long whistle when he pulls up next to the realtor's car on the long, winding driveway. "You're seriously gonna be living here?" He seems to be in disbelief at the size and so are you. It's a lot bigger in person than what the pictures offer. 

"Maybe," You hop out of the car, brushing off any sort of dust collecting to your dress, and adjust your purse straps. "Hopefully, this will be the one."

While you didn’t think the realtor would be a creep, Isagi wasn’t wrong when he suggested tagging along. Upon entering the house, the realtor immediately makes an unwarranted comment about your figure, commenting on how nicely the dress hugs your body before offering his hand. Isagi intercepts smoothly by introducing himself as your boyfriend, which honestly came out of left field, but at least the realtor backed off for the remainder of the tour. After an hour of showcasing, the agent hands his business card to Isagi and nearly stumbles over his feet when leaving the property.

"Is he gone?"

Isagi pulls one of the curtains aside and nods. "Yeah, his car isn’t in the driveway anymore."

"Ugh, it’s a shame but at least the place is nice." You briefly snap a couple of photos of the living room and kitchen. "I think we might put in an offer by the end of the week."

"It's not too far from my place either," Isagi adds. He wanders around the kitchen some more, pulling the cabinet drawers open and playing with the faucets carefree now that the agent is out of sight. "Think I could crash here sometime?" He jokes.

"As much as I love having your annoying ass around, I think not." You giggle when a cute pout forms on his lips. "Okay, maybe like once a month." It's hard to say no to your stepbrother sometimes.

You meet up with him in the kitchen, hands gently gliding across the marble kitchen countertop and stopping when Isagi manages to pull out an unopened champagne bottle from the fridge. He waves it around for a bit before signaling at the glasses in the cupboards. 

Isagi bites his lips thoughtfully. "You wanna?" 

Why not? It's been quite the ride to get here and you like to think of this as an early celebration. You pull out two glasses and eagerly watch as Isagi opens the bottle. He fumbles a bit with the top and a good amount of the liquid starts spilling out, dripping over the countertop and onto the floor.

"Shit, wait let me clean that up—" He rushes to grab a nearby towel though you beat him to it with your own pair of napkins from your purse.

"It's okay, I've got it, Yoichi." You start to bend down but he grabs a hold of your wrist, forcing you back up. 

"No," His tone is firm and you could've sworn there's something fleeting that flashes across his eyes for a moment. "Let me take care of it." 

And for whatever reason, you let him. "Alright..."

Isagi takes his time cleaning up the spill. He's careful like that, maybe because he knows you're insistent on buying this property. Knowing him, he wants to make sure everything is perfect. 

His hands stop when it reaches your shoes and you feel your breath catching in your throat. The sight of him on his knees triggers a reaction you can't quite understand. You shove the thoughts away and cough loud enough once you notice him hesitating. 

"Is there something wrong?" Your voice comes out faint, almost breathy. 

"It got on your dress," Isagi states casually, lifting his head to meet your confused gaze. "Mind if I get that for you?" He whispers the last part as if there's a hidden intention behind his words. 

You're not sure if your dress got wet. You're positive that nothing spilled on it. But, according to your kinder-spirited stepbrother, there are a few spots and you suppose it'll be bad to leave it unattended. 

"Sure," You answer on instinct.

"That's good," Isagi begins dabbing the cloth gently against the fabric, slowly making his way up until he's hovering over your pelvis. 

You have no idea why you're starting to feel yourself burn all over the place. It feels like Isagi is taking mental pictures of your figure, storing them all in his head as you feel his eyes trace your skin. Goosebumps start trailing down your arms and you shift your legs together. "Yoichi—"

Isagi stops his motions and tips his head down, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. He lets the towel fall to the floor and you twitch when you begin to feel his callous palms hiking all the way up your legs. It's strangely hypnotic, watching your stepbrother do this and you're not sure why you're allowing it to happen. Everything begins to feel hazy, surreal, and wrong. 

Your gut twists on itself inside out when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties. Surely, there are some champagne spills there? Right? Maybe that's why you feel comfortable spreading your legs for him to clean it up. The two of you silently exchange dazed glances when you guide his hands, brushing the panties to the side of your legs as your heat gains exposure to the air.

"Gotta clean this one too," He rasps out. And you take a deep, shuddering breath when Isagi's lips latch onto your folds, wasting no time with his tongue. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

A thousand questions flood through your mind. Has he always viewed you this way? How are you going to present this to Sae? Should you even say anything to your husband at this point? They're the wrong questions to be focusing on, you know that better than anyone. In a split second, your healthy relationship with Isagi has opened so many cracks around its edges that it's now something completely irreparable. 

And you're ashamed of just how goddamn good this feels. 

"You're so sweet down here." Isagi's eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, already seemingly drunk off of you. 

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut as his tongue traces around, larping up your intoxicating slick. Isagi lets out a low groan when your fingers run through his hair, gripping it just slightly forward enough to allow his nose to brush against your aching nerve.

All of this comes crashing down when a familiar ringtone goes off. You nearly jump at the rapid vibrations from your purse and hastily fish out your phone, heart dropping at the contact that's on the screen. 

"Pick it up, I'll be quiet." The way that easily comes out of his mouth makes you want to throw up.

You swallow back a moan and clench the phone tight in your hands. "Yoichi, I'm being serious...! If he finds out we're both dead!"

"Then make me."

His hot breath hovers over your clit as he looks up, masking his ill intentions behind his seemingly big, innocent eyes. Those very same eyes that would comfort you after a bad day, the same eyes that shine whenever you told him about an achievement—no matter how big or small—, and the very same eyes that are now clouded with something more sinister as he searches for an answer in your own pair.

"If you don't want it then push me away. Make up your mind or else Sae's gonna be worried." Isagi mocks your voice when attempting to say your husband's name. The way it rolls off his tongue makes your stomach churn and the wedding band on your hand suddenly feels unbearably tight.

You shouldn't. You know better. You're in love with Sae Itoshi and this—whatever this is—needs to stop.

"You're turning into a mess down here, sis." You attempt to close your legs together but his grip is like iron. Isagi tilts his head to the side and huffs over your nub. "I said push me, baby."

"Y-Yoi—" Your words get stuck in your throat as he 'accidentally' brushes his lips against your heat. Another dark glint flashes across his eyes and he grins.

You pick up the call and clear your throat, but your free hand wanders to your stepbrother's head, giving him the slightest nudge so that his nose brushes against your slick heat.

"Hi babe, how is everything?" You're trying so hard to level your voice.

"Just landed," Sae replies. There are muffled voices in the background, which you assume are his bodyguards and paparazzi. After some awkward shuffling, he asks, "Are you at the property right now?"

"Yeah," You continue to tug at Isagi's hair, suppressing a moan when he flicks his tongue a bit too hard over your sensitive nub. "It's spacious and has a nice backyard, I—I think you'll like it." You're beginning to pant, almost whining, under your stepbrother's touch. 

"Mhm, send over pictures when you can. Is Isagi with you right now?"

You nearly choke out a sob as his fingers begin to edge their way inside. "Y-Yes!" You sputter out, launching forward as your knees begin to grow weak.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You can't stop the twitching and bucking of your legs. Isagi notices and wraps a free arm around the back of your legs, keeping you upright and pressed against his face. "I-I'm fine, why?" You breathe out.

"You sound like you're sick." Sae is concerned. Concerned for your well-being while you are currently getting fingered by your stepbrother. 

You almost cry when you feel Isagi’s fingers slip out of your sloppy folds. He gets up from his knees, gripping your waist as you stumble forward from the loss in pleasure, and grabs a hold of your phone. As if he's playing a game, Isagi holds up a finger to his lips, silently asking you to keep quiet. It’s almost scary how fast you see him transition from being an absolute monster to back to being your loving stepbrother all in a second. 

Even with his mouth covered in your slick, he clears his throat and speaks with confidence to Sae. "She's feeling a bit down now but I'll drive her back once we're done."

"Is that so?" Sae lets out a heavy sigh. "Thanks, Isagi. I should be back before dinner so keep me updated."

"Anytime, we'll see you later!" Isagi grins over the line before twisting his head down at you. "Sis, do you have anything else to say?" There is it. That look again. His smile sends shivers down your legs as he presses the device to your ear, rubbing it firmly against the side of your face. 

You can't find the power within you to break free from Isagi's taunting gaze. The way his lips grow wider as fear washes over yours makes you only fall for his touch just more. It's almost addicting as much as it's wrong.

"I love you, Sae." You force out the words and your stepbrother has the audacity to laugh.

Thankfully, Sae doesn't hear it. "I love you too. I'll talk to you guys later." And the line drops.

Isagi doesn't give you time to recollect your thoughts as he plunges his fingers back into your warmth. Your body staggers under him, hips matching his feverous rhythm, throwing the last of your morals out the window.

"Oh my god—!"

"You love him, yeah?" He hums in the crook of your neck and presses his hardened length against your plush thighs. "Love him more than me?" Isagi coos.

You throw your head into his chest, eyes shut tight, and inhale his stimulating scent. "I love him, y-yes I do...!" You fumble over the words and make a mournful sound.

"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way—" Isagi drags you easily in his arms to the bedroom and positions himself behind you while facing the full-body mirror by the closet. "—because you're going to be screaming out my name." He pulls down your dress straps and starts leaving hungry, sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulder blades.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you shut your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him even more access. "Yoi..."

"Look at yourself, sis." His sudden sharp tone makes your eyes shoot up. His sweatpants fall down around his thighs and you see him stroking his thick length in the mirror. Isagi presses it against your increasingly wet folds, groaning from how easily your body accepts him, and gives your ass a harsh slap. "Watch how I fuck you."

You can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, tears pooling at your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and guilt, dress straps slipping off your flushed shoulders, and the numerous amounts of hickeys from your stepbrother marred against your skin. And you still have that damn wedding ring on.

Isagi sucks his teeth in as he watches your chest rise and fall when he slowly enters you. The feeling is different compared to Sae's. 

Your stepbrother's cock is thicker and angled more to the right, hitting and stretching out spots that you didn't know existed. Once you bottom him out, Isagi pulls back his hips before snapping them back into place. Just one thrust from him is enough to knock the air out of you. He keeps repeating the motion until you're a writhing mess and a puddle from your heat collects onto the hardwood floor.

"A-Ah—w-wait fuckfuckfuck...!"

Isagi snatches your face in his hand and pulls you up against his chest, making his cock nest deeper into your velvety walls. "Visit me often, yeah? It's not fair that he gets to fuck this pretty pussy every day."

You let out a muffled moan when Isagi collides his lips against yours, his tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth. Everything feels so hazy, so intense, nothing like this reminds you of how sweet and gentle Isagi usually treats you.

"Baby," He breathes, relocating his hand on your face to your neck, he gives it a tender squeeze. "I'm better, aren't I?" Isagi lets out a whine when he feels your insides tightening up around him. 

Your eyes are glossed over, drool seeping out from the edge of your mouth as you mumble, "I—I don’t know… I’m—aaah…”

"Huh? What was that?" He pulls back, keeping the tip in, and chuckles when he watches your face twist in disappointment at the loss of feeling. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."

Isagi watches your reflection, paying close attention to the way your lips quiver at your next words. It's almost as if he's getting off at seeing your internal conflict with tears sticking hot against your lashes. Finally, you give in. "Y-You're better, Yoichi... you fill me up more than Sae..."

His eyes widen with glee. "That's what I fucking thought." Within seconds, he adjusts his grip on your hips and snaps back into your puffy folds. "If he ever makes you cry, you know your big brother is going to take care of you, right? No one can take care of you like I can."

You catch your breath when his toned biceps lift you in his arms. The second your back meets the mattress, his length stretches your hot entrance again. 

"Shit, it's like you're made for me," Your legs hang limp over his shoulders as he presses deeper. "You take me in so good."

You pant uncontrollably under him, wanting to start sentences but being unable to finish as his thrusts and the lewd wet sounds from your heat bounce off the walls. You can tell by the dark look in Isagi's eyes that he relishes in the feeling of making you feel overwhelmed and stimulated. Every time when you call out his name, when your moans are forced out by his animalistic thrusts, he clenches his grip harder around you. 

"Get on your knees, baby," Isagi coos and he lets out a dark chuckle when you obediently nod.

You struggle to get on all fours, lower body shaken to its core from the intense raw pleasure. You’re taken aback when you see the sheer amount of sweat and other bodily fluids that stain the mattress sheets beneath you. While you're brain is trying to process how on earth you guys are going to clean this up, Isagi has taken hostage your hips again, lifts your dress up, and is already repositioning himself from behind. With a swift swipe of his tip, he claims his territory once again. 

"Fuck," He hisses, watching the plump of your ass jiggle at every thrust he makes. His other hand twists underneath you, digits finding their home on your clit. "You make the sweetest sounds, you know that?" 

A familiar coil builds in your stomach. A feeling that has brought you and Sae closer dozens of times before. Only, this time, you feel yourself about to come undone by the hands of a different man. As his fingers work their final motion around your throbbing clit, your vision turns foggy, and your body slumps onto the mattress as your orgasm washes over you. Isagi groans as your walls fluctuate and squeeze desperately around his length, sending him close to his own ending. 

His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass, leaving half-crescent moons, as he pumps streaks of white inside and pulls out immediately, allowing some to finish dribbling out on your back. The sight of you spasming with the combination of both your and his fluids spewing out causes him to moan in delight.

"Once a month, right?" He repeats your earlier promise, hot breath ticking your wet skin. When he realizes that you're too dumb-fucked to respond back, he reaches over and attempts to wipe the sweat collecting on your face. His normal bright smile comes back and it's like nothing has changed. "Let's get ready to meet up with Sae."

There's a heavy shift in the air when dinner arrives. 

Isagi had graciously offered his hoodie to cover up the hickeys, knowing damn well that your husband is going to see them regardless when you return to your shared apartment. Still, Isagi believes he's still doing his due diligence as a good stepbrother.

You're sitting across from Sae and have been avoiding both males' gazes throughout the evening. From the second you sat down, to the moment Sae kissed your cheek, it felt so hard to breathe. You're not sure if Isagi is helping or making the situation worse by rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh. 

It's almost an hour into dinner and you've only taken three bites and are on your third glass of wine. Being the attentive husband he is, Sae picks up on your uneasiness and sets down his fork.

"Everything alright?" Sae eyes the two of you across the table.

"Yeah," Isagi speaks for you and curls an arm around your shoulder. "She's just feeling under the weather, remember?" 

You're too overwhelmed by everything going on, so you lean into his touch, hands gripping your thighs in the process like you're trying to crush something, knuckles white and fingertips bruising. 

You hate how going back to your husband's arms after this, talking about your future together, and potentially starting a family—all of it seems like it's the most daunting feeling in the world.

KINKTOBER TAGLIST (PART I)

@milkistoshi @mareonyan @saenora @blissblossom @wowonamo

[whollyjoly]

hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go oh, listen whistle roll (baby the, the sun is getting low)

the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)

(song insp.)

[emmedoesntdomath]

wylan, biting into an apple: oh, and make sure you don’t take any bread. ducks can’t digest it. 

jesper, freezing with an entire loaf of bread in his hand, mouth dropping open in horror: what???

wylan, utterly oblivious: yeah, it’s harmful to them

jesper, eyes welling up in tears because he has been feeding these ducks SO MUCH BREAD: have I been k i l l i n g baby duckies

[livesincerely]

squirming outta my skin (i'm in love with you) ch.1 - prologue: one helluva first meeting

AKA, the cheerleading fic. Also on Ao3

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The team hasn’t even gotten through their first set of ladders before Albert sidles up to him, scowling darkly.

“Heads up,” he says, jerking his chin over towards the sidelines. “DeLancey’s fucking with the cheer team again.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jack groans, turning away from the field to look. 

Sure enough, Oscar’s making a complete ass of himself as usual, leering creepily at the cheer squad while they try to warm up. Even as Jack watches, he lets out an obnoxious wolf whistle, reaching out to tug at one girl’s skirt, then laughing meanly when she darts away.

“Where’s Coach?” Jack asks, already exhausted.

“Hell if I know,” Albert grunts. “Enrichment meeting or some shit, probably.”

“Of course he is,” Jack sighs. He tears off his helmet, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Keep an eye on everyone, will ya?” he tells Albert. “I’ll handle Oscar.”

“Yeah, sure,” Albert says, clapping him on the back. “Good fucking luck, man.”

One of the other cheerleaders—a male cheerleader, who ushers his teammate behind him with a protective arm—is already chewing DeLancey out before Jack’s even made it halfway across the field, clearly furious. 

“—picking on freshman now?” Jack hears as he jogs over, the cheerleader’s tone utterly frigid. “That’s pretty pathetic, even for you, DeLancey.”

“Aw, don’t get your panties in such a twist, Jacobs. It’s just a joke, no harm done—“

“Oh, there’s gonna be some harm done when I kick your fucking teeth in you piece of shit⁠—”

“Hey!” Jack shouts as he approaches. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, DeLancey? You’re supposed to be running drills, not harassing the cheer team. Get back on the field.”

“This is your last warning, DeLancey,” the cheerleader—Jacobs—continues, not paying Jack a single whit of attention. “Keep your filthy hands to yourself and leave us alone.”

“Or, what, Jacobs?” DeLancey sneers, the prick, crossing his arms over his chest. “You gonna shake your pom poms at me?”

“Hey!” Jack cuts in firmly, because if he doesn’t, this Jacobs guy might actually tear DeLancey a new asshole. “Oscar, get back on the field. Now.” 

Jacobs glances towards him then, and for a split second, all Jack can think is blue. He’s got eyes like the summer sky, vivid and vibrant and vicious, made all the more striking by the dark curls that fall across his forehead and the angry flush blooming high in his cheeks. But his gaze only lingers for a moment, those piercing eyes swinging back towards DeLancey, who’s proving that he’s just as stupid as he looks by lingering instead of beating a hasty retreat.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” Jacobs says, his voice hard. “Because I can and will kick your ass up and down the fifty yard line if I have to, but I’d hate to embarrass you in front of your teammates.” He pins DeLancey with a look of incredible disdain, then amends, “Not that you need any help in that department.”

“Oh, yeah?” DeLancey says, taking an angry step forward, his face starting to turn an ugly shade of red. “I’d like to see you try.”

“No,” Jacobs says, with a smile that’s all teeth. “You really wouldn’t.”

“DeLancey!” Jack barks, absolutely fed up with Oscar’s bullshit. “I swear ta god, if you aren’t back on the field in the next twenty seconds, you’re gonna be warmin’ the bench during tomorrow’s game!”

It’s this threat that finally lands.

“What? You can’t do that!” DeLancey blusters. “You need me!”

“Because who doesn’t need a wide receiver that couldn’t catch a pass if it literally hit him in the back of the head,” Jacobs mutters pointedly.

“Shut the fuck up, Jacobs!” DeLancey snarls at him. “Prissy fucking bitch, getting all huffy over nothing! Why don’t you go back to your cartwheels and toe touches before I have to teach you a lesson—“

Jacobs’ expression goes flat. Then he hauls his arm back and drives his fist directly into DeLancey’s face. 

Oscar never even sees the hit coming—he falls flat on his ass, eyes watering as he cradles his nose.

“What was that, DeLancey?” Jacobs asks cooly, shaking out his hand. “The prissy fucking bitch didn’t quite hear you.”

“Holy shit,” Jack breathes, mouth agape.

“You⁠—! You stupid fucking⁠—!” DeLancey can’t even get the words out. Blood is trickling out one of his nostrils, the skin around it already starting to turn splotchy. “I’m gonna⁠—”

He staggers to his feet, fists up, ready to charge. 

“DeLancey.” Jack’s between the two of them in an instant, stopping Oscar in his tracks with a single, scathing look. “I said to get back on the fucking field.”

DeLancey gapes at him stupidly for a few seconds—Jacobs has clearly knocked a few brain cells out of him with that punch, and it’s not like he had that many to spare to begin with.

“You can’t just let him do this to me!” he finally sputters, like he ain’t the one that started all this shit in the first place. “What, just ‘cause some skirts got pissy over nothing? He’s just a cheerleader and I’m—“

“—already on thin fucking ice,” Jack says, voice hard. “I’m getting pretty tired of puttin’ up with your bullshit, Oscar, and once I tell him ‘bout this latest stunt, I’m pretty sure Coach will agree with me. So, you’re gonna wipe your face, stow the attitude, and get back on the green or I’m gonna drag you out there by the roots of your fuckin’ hair. Go.”

DeLancey throws him a sour, mutinous look, but finally, finally, does as he’s told, stomping off to locker rooms like the overgrown toddler he is.

“Asshole,” he mutters under his breath.

He turns to Jacobs, who stares back at him steadily, chin lifted. He’s still flexing his hand a little, the skin around his knuckles split in a couple places.

“So, uh,” Jack starts, hesitant in the face of Jacobs’ stony expression. “I’m real sorry ‘bout all that.”

“Uh huh,” Jacobs says, arching an unimpressed eyebrow. “Sure.”

“No, honest,” Jack insists. “It was about time someone knocked that smug look off his face… but it shouldn’t’ve had to come to that. Do you, uh,” he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, not sure what to do with himself. “Do you want some ice for your hand? That was one helluva left hook⁠— or, I could, um⁠—”

“I am just fine,” Jacobs interrupts, his tone biting. “So, please feel free to save the All-American, Boy Scout routine for someone who cares. If you really want to help⁠—” the look on his face makes his opinion on the quality of Jack’s help crystal clear, “—then you can make sure shitheads like Oscar DeLancey stay the hell away from my squad. And if he comes within spitting distance of one of my girls again, I’ll have his fucking dick in a vice.” 

A razor sharp smile. “So glad we had this talk.”

And with that, he marches away.

“Oh, fuck me,” Jack murmurs to himself, utterly enraptured as he watches him go. He’s real, real pretty and he’s real, real mean: Jack’s heart is already doing loop-de-loops around his chest, his skin buzzing with static. “‘M so fucked.”

[hannahmanderr]

gray ghost- who said that

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3

this part references my one-shot Glow. you don't need to have read it for this to make sense, but some... certain concepts will be used ;)

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The night was cold. One of the coldest in a while, if Danny's memory served him right.

He didn't mind. He was better suited for the cold anyway.

Plus, if he started shaking, he could blame it on the cold.

A fresh, untouched blanket of snow reflected the light of the full moon with millions of tiny sparkles. The breeze blew gently across his face, ruffling strands of white hair. Every breath he drew was full with the crisp promise of a long winter's night, as if time itself could be frozen just like the earth and rain and he was floating in that one eternal moment.

All in all, the perfect kind of night, made even more perfect by the young woman sitting beside him on her floating hoverboard.

Valerie's legs dangled off the edge of the board, kicking and stirring up loose powder below her feet. Her helmet sat beside her, and thus her hair flowed freely in the gentle wind. The moon's glow cast an angelic halo of light around her, illuminating her from above and making Danny's mouth run dry.

Oh Ancients, what am I thinking?

"How much longer did you want to stay out tonight?" Valerie asked, breaking the mesmerizing spell of the scene. "I was hoping to ask your parents something before heading home."

Danny's teeth scraped his bottom lip. "A bit longer?" He hated how it came out sounding like a question. Hated it. "It's just - you know, it's a really nice night out, I'm kind of enjoying the quiet for once." He snorted. "Makes me think Jazz had the right idea moving out and never coming back."

"Yeah, yeah, you love the cold, everyone knows it," Valerie drawled, looking at her watch. "Some of us are still warm-blooded, you know."

"If you're that cold, just put your helmet back on. Didn't Mom and Dad help you fix the ventilation problem with the heater?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago." She flicked something off of her thigh. "I'd just rather not have it on right now."

Danny watched her carefully. Valerie had taken to letting her hair out the back of her helmet sometime during their senior year of high school, but lately, she'd been wearing it less and less often. His stomach apparently couldn't decide if he was alarmed by the idea or if he loved being able to see her face even better during patrols.

He shrugged. "Don't say I didn't tell you, then," he teased.

He could practically hear her eyes roll. "Believe me, I know I'll be hearing about it later." She checked her watch again. "You were in such a hurry earlier with the patrol, were you seriously rushing through it just so you could take your sweet time and dawdle in the cold?"

Danny's core froze, and he cursed the fact that his green ectoplasm so easily betrayed his blush in this form.

Okay, so maybe he had been pushing the patrol along earlier, and maybe they had been hanging out here, floating at the top of the hill overlooking Amity Park where the snow still remained untouched, for a lot longer than he'd originally intended. Could he really be blamed, though? Everything had to happen perfectly tonight. No tardiness allowed.

I swear, if they don't show up on time...

Valerie sighed and climbed back into a standing position on her board. "Come on, let's just go home. I seriously want to catch your parents before they head to bed."

"What? Whoa whoa, wait!" In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her. "I-I thought we were having a nice time! C'mon, just a little longer?"

"One, you sound like a toddler wanting to stay up past his bedtime. Two, we are having a nice night, but it's getting late, and I really need to get to your place. There will be other nice nights, you know?"

Danny's panic began to escalate. "Yeah, but - but not this one! What if I don't get another chance?"

He snapped his mouth shut as soon as Valerie's eyebrow arched at his words. "Chance for what?" she asked slowly.

Way to go, Fenton.

"Okay, okay, just..." He inhaled deeply and, behind his back, began to fish around in his Pocket (affectionately named by Tucker back when they'd first discovered the personal pocket dimension attached to Danny). "I was waiting for... something, but I can do it now, I mean it won't be the same at all, but if getting back home is a problem I can definitely do it now, I think, and -"

Valerie held up a hand. Though she frowned, humor danced in the moonlight reflecting off her eyes. "You're rambling again."

Danny squeaked as his face flushed green again. "Sorry! I'm just -" He cut himself off to inhale deeply again. "Okay. Okay. Backing up."

His fingers closed around a tiny box, and ever so carefully, he pulled it out of the Pocket. Breathe, Fenton.

"We've known each other for a long time," he began, and he immediately cringed. Ancients, could you have started off more stereotypical?

Valerie's eyebrow twitched, but she said nothing.

He ran his thumb over the fine texture of the box. "Okay, so when we first met, we definitely got off on the wrong foot. Running into you and ruining your shirt... then losing your dad his job... I mean it's no wonder you hated me for so long."

Her face softened. "What are you talking about? I thought we were past all that? Did something happen?"

"No, no! Nothing like that!" I should've taken Dad's notecards when he offered them! "It's just like, you know, ten years ago or however long it's been, when we were freshmen, no one would've pegged us as the kind of people to end up together."

"Yeah, although that was mostly because you had that thing for Manson, and she was making googly eyes at you every five seconds."

Danny's eyes felt like they were about to pop out of his head from how wide they opened. This time, he felt the cool rush of his blush reach to the tips of his ears and down past his collarbone.

Oh God, abort abort ABORT!

"It wasn't like that!" That is the exact opposite of aborting! "I - uh, we, it got worked out! And Sam got herself figured out and everything! She and Paulina celebrated the new year in Paris, last I heard..."

Valerie sighed again, but her eyes wrinkled in concern rather than frustration. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... distracted."

"No! I mean, yes! Er, I'm not distracted, I'm just..." His grip on the box loosened just slightly. Change tactics, Fenton. "You're... really important to me, you know?"

A crooked smile spread across her face. "Well, I certainly hope so," she said, with a little laugh. "I feel like I'm kind of entitled to that."

Danny perked back up. Not all the way, but the spark of hope that this whole endeavor was still salvageable had reignited.

Somewhat.

"You are! You totally are! You deserve that from me!" His tail twitched anxiously. "You deserve... so much more from me."

Her smile disappeared. "What do you mean? You're not... what?"

His eyes widened again. "I'm not about to break up with you or anything! I'm -"

A familiar chill ran up his spine and into his throat, leaving in a wisp of fine, blue mist.

Any other night, he would've cursed the interruption, but tonight, especially with how poorly this was turning out, he sagged with relief. Finally! It's about time they showed up!

Maybe some part of this could actually be sal-

"AHA! SO, YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE YOUR BOX FROM ME?"

The words that left Danny's mouth were a) very much not English and b) some that Mom would not hesitate to wash his mouth out with ecto-soap if she knew what they meant.

Valerie, to her credit, didn't even flinch. Years of both a softening attitude towards ghosts in general and an impressive patience for the Box Ghost's shenanigans had done wonders. "I have no idea what box you're talking about," she began slowly. A built up patience did not mean she wasn't above glaring daggers at him. "If you didn't notice, we're kind of in the middle of something here? And I think Danny was just about to explain himself before I drag him home and make him explain himself." She directed her last sentence to the ghost (no longer a) boy in question.

Danny grinned sheepishly and threw his hands up in front of him in surrender. "I was gonna explain, I swear!"

He realized far too late that that had possibly been the dumbest mistake he could make.

"Ah!" the Box Ghost cried gleefully. As he extended a glowing hand, Danny whipped around to find the box he'd inadvertently let go of, only to watch as the same glow that surrounded the Box Ghost's hand engulfed it.

"Hey!" He made a desperate dive to catch the box, but the Box Ghost's telekinesis was too fast. Before Danny could blink, the ghost had floated it into his hands and started cradling it lovingly.

"Oooh, you have A FINE TASTE IN BOXES, GHOST CHILD!" he said. "A premium black faux leather Kensington Jeweler's ring box? From... 1988? No, wait!" He held it right up underneath his nose and inhaled loudly. "1989! Eheehehehee, WHAT A FINE ADDITION TO MY COLLECTION!"

Danny saw green.

"Don't you dare!" he roared, launching himself at the Box Ghost. He was barely aware of Valerie shouting his name or the Box Ghost's panicked yelp.

He had to get that box back.

Somehow, Valerie beat him to the punch. Quite literally, in fact. He managed to pull up just short of colliding into her as she delivered a killer right hook to the Box Ghost's jaw. The ghost was flung backward, but somehow maintained his grip on the box. She didn't waste any time taking off after him again, stirring up a huge cloud of snow in her wake. Danny could only blink snow out of his eyes and watch her give chase to the now-fleeing Box Ghost.

Ancients, I love that woman.

He moved to fly after the two (how could he let her have all the fun?), but was stopped by yet another chill and burst of blue mist.

"Are you kidding me?" He threw up his hands in exasperation. "I swear, I ask you all to just leave me alone for one night, and you make it your personal mission to see who can tick me off the most!"

Green ectoplasm sparked to life around his fist, and he turned, ready to give whatever ghost had decided to ruin his night even more a piece of his mind.

Instead, he found himself pulling up short again as he came face to face with a large blob ghost.

Danny blinked, trying to refocus his eyes to see the ghost floating inches from his nose. "Bingus?"

The blob, who was indeed Bingus, let out a low purr and attached himself to Danny's face.

Danny began swatting at his face. "Pleh, pleh! C'mon, really? You got in my mouth!"

In response, Bingus simply purred louder.

By the time Danny managed to pry the blob off of his head, half a dozen more of Bingus' kin had bumped up against him and were attempting to cuddle their favorite resident half-ghost. Still more blob ghosts approached from the bottom of the hill, all chirping and twittering away.

"Finally!" Danny rubbed Jeff affectionately (in an attempt to keep him from attaching to his face as well). "You guys have no idea how happy I am to see you! Well, maybe you do, since you guys feed off of emotion, but still!"

In total, there had to have been at least two dozen blob ghosts. All of the members of the Nasty Clan had shown up, plus many of the blobs that lived in the FentonWorks. Some that lived in the park had decided to tag along as well. They wouldn't necessarily know what to do, Danny realized, but maybe the more the merrier?

A shout from the Box Ghost shook him out of his thoughts. He turned to see Valerie hot on his heels, her hair billowing behind her in the wind, green eyes alight with fury and reflecting the bright fuchsia of the gun charging up in her hand.

Danny's mouth ran dry. How was it that they'd been dating for years and still just the sight of her was enough to make his heart and core melt?

"I'm the luckiest guy on earth," he said to the horde of blob ghosts surrounding him.

"What?" Valerie shouted, glancing back at him. "What the heck are you doing? Aren't you gonna get in on this?"

He almost grinned back at her, almost told her it seemed like she had it well under control, but as the Box Ghost sped by him, he remembered just what had been stolen from him.

"Hang tight, guys," he told the blob ghosts, turning to glance at them quickly.

Rather, it appeared he told the empty air around him.

"What?" His head snapped back around in time to see a sight he didn't think he could ever forget.

Every single one of the blob ghosts had joined in the chase and had decided to completely swarm the poor Box Ghost. A cacophony of chitters and chirps filled the cold night air as one by one, they began to catch up to the Box Ghost and latch themselves onto him. Ketchup and Pepperoni, from the Nasty Clan, each glommed onto a shoulder. Jeff settled on the Box Ghost's right knee. Gibby, who had come from the FentonWorks, attached himself to his stomach. Tiny Pipp, who was too little to latch on enough to hinder the Box Ghost, had elected to fling herself repeatedly at his eyes.

"HEY! WHO DARES ATTACK THE ALL-POWERFUL BOX GHOST?" he shouted, trying to shoo Pipp away and very much failing as more and more blobs began to attach on and flatten themselves out. In a matter of less than a minute, they had successfully wrapped themselves into a sticky, tight cocoon around him, stopping him in midair.

Danny stifled a fit of giggles through his fingers. One look at Valerie, who had also apparently been stunned by the sight of the assault of the blobs, told him she was struggling to do the same. Seeing her try and fail to keep her laughter in only made his own laughter that much harder to keep in.

The Box Ghost had not quite given up. "I COMMAND YOU TO RELEASE ME!" he hollered. "NO ONE CAN CONTAIN A GHOST AS TERRIFYING AS ME!"

"Maybe you should've thought about that before trying to steal from me," Danny said through his giggles, drifting closer. Carefully, he turned his hand intangible and reached through the layer of blob ghosts to pluck the box out of the Box Ghost's hold. A quick peek inside calmed his racing core. Nothing inside appeared to be damaged.

"Um, excuse me? I'm the one who put the effort in to catch him." Valerie pulled up next to Danny, her arms crossed. "You don't get to act like you've done anything."

Danny grinned and bowed out of the way. "By all means, my lady. Have at it."

She rolled her eyes but smiled as she grabbed the thermos attached to her hip. "On the count of three, guys," she instructed the blob ghosts.

One flash of light later had the Box Ghost secured away and the blob ghosts now swarming both Valerie and Danny.

"Okay, take it easy now," she laughed. "There's a lot of stuff in this suit that could hurt you, you know that."

"How come they listen to you?" Danny whined. Bingus had again assumed his spot on Danny's head, and the half-ghost was once again struggling to pry him off, especially while trying to maintain his hold on the box this time around.

"Hmm. I guess they just like me better." She snickered at him and allowed Pepperoni to nuzzle up to her cheek. "Besides, I think they know you're still hiding something from me."

And just like that, Danny's core froze. "I, uh... What? I'm not hiding something, I mean not like hiding something, I swear I was gonna tell you! I was just waiting for the right time, and - and -"

"Danny."

Valerie had said his name hundreds, thousands of times before. She'd said it in the throes of battle, with an urgency and a fire that always had him springing into action. She'd said it on the nights when neither of them wanted to go home, not wanting to take their hands or their lips off the other, with the comforting weight of finding his home in her arms as she whispered in his ear. She'd said it during the moments he'd rather forget, when she spat it with vitriol or heaved it up in a sob or wrenched it from her heart in a fit of anguish. If she'd said his name a thousand times, he'd heard it in a thousand ways, each echoing endlessly in his heart.

This time, when his name fell from her lips, it carried with it a pull like none he'd heard before. One that tugged at the strings of his heart and core. One that wrapped around him and held him close and left him defenseless. One that soothed every fear, every anxiety, every doubt.

One that held the purest love, the kind that could not be contained by Earth or the Infinite Realms or the endless expanse of stars twinkling in the sky above them.

Wordlessly, he sank down until he knelt in the snow. He was only vaguely aware of Bingus and the other blobs slowly peeling themselves off his body, still hovering around him in anticipation.

The transformation came almost unwillingly, as simple as lifting a finger or winking an eye, and when the light cleared, Danny Fenton was left, kneeling in the moonlight and laying down every defense before the love of his life.

Valerie watched him, her face cautious and tempered by the knowing look in her eye. She too drifted down and, in one seamless movement, retracted her board and suit. She landed soundlessly, gracefully, and dropped to her knees.

For a moment, nothing but the gentle wind could be heard as they knelt there, in the snow, under the silvery light of the moon and stars and the soft green glow of the blob ghosts, each baring their fullest self to the other.

Danny ran his thumbs back and forth over the tiny box, unable to look up and meet Valerie's eyes. "I messed up," he whispered. "Things... weren't supposed to happen like this."

"Hey." Ever so tenderly, she laid her hands over his. "You didn't mess anything up. You can't control someone like the Box Ghost," she said with a nervous laugh.

"I don't just mean with... with this," he said, squeezing the box tightly. "Like... don't you remember the last time we were like this?" He gestured to themselves, sitting knee to knee, then to the blob ghosts watching in earnest.

"How could I not? That was our first kiss... when we first got together."

"Yeah, and I took you behind the dumpsters at the Nasty Burger. The dumpsters! I mean, what was I thinking? Trying to impress you there of all places?"

"You were introducing me to these guys!" Valerie took one of her hands to pet Pepsi, who had decided to assert a place for herself on Valerie's lap. "That's where they live! It's not like you were trying to take me on an actual date there."

"And then when I tried to ask you to prom," Danny continued. He'd heard Valerie, of course, but his anxieties were returning like a tidal wave, and he was powerless to stop them. "That was straight up a disaster! You were washing goop out of your hair for a week!"

"Yeah, but it all came out eventually, and -"

"Or the anniversary date I tried to plan last year? I told Walker that I was gonna take you to the Tamed Lake, and he even said it was okay, but no, he still had to ambush us and ruin the whole day for no other reason than to screw with us!"

"Danny, I -"

"And then this whole mess, I - I tried so hard to make it perfect, I managed to convince just about every ghost we know to just leave us alone for one night, except for the Box Ghost of all of them, the one ghost that always manages to squirm his way over here, and -"

"Danny."

"What?" he said, much more snappishly than he meant to. "I - oh."

Sitting in Valerie's free hand was another tiny ring box.

Danny's heart stuttered over the next few beats. His mouth opened and closed, trying to form something, anything, but no sound came out. And finally, finally, he looked up and met Valerie's eyes.

If he hadn't already been half dead, he was sure he would've died on the spot.

Memories of that night so many years ago flashed by as he stared into her eyes, mesmerized by the same tiny galaxies he'd been so taken by even back then. Glimmering lights from the moon and the stars and the blob ghosts around them danced and twirled in an endless display, even in spite of the tears beginning to pool in the corners of her eyes. Everything she could've said in that moment - and thousands of things she couldn't - sparkled right back at him.

"I had plans too, you know," she said quietly, the hint of a smile on her face. "Why did you think I wanted to get back to your place so quickly?"

"I... just figured you really, really wanted to talk to Mom and Dad." Danny's face burned red, but he resisted the urge to turn away.

Valerie laughed. "Sometimes you really are still clueless, Danny."

The corners of his lips twitched upward, but not enough to break into a full smile. "I just... I wanted to really make this special," he said. Tears began to build up in his own eyes. "I wanted to do something worthy of how just... perfect you are, just something so I could at least try to come close to showing you how much I love you and how it's nowhere near to the level you deserve."

"You're such a sap," she said with another laugh, even though her tears had begun to trickle down her cheeks. "You don't need to do anything flashy or grand or perfect to impress me or make me feel loved or whatever you've started to tell yourself. I love you for you. Not for what you can do for me. This..." She looked up and around at the night sky and the blob ghosts still watching them closely. "This is more than enough. This is already perfect. And you, you are... you're perfect too. You're perfect for me."

Danny sniffled, and a smile finally bloomed on his face. "And you call me a sap. You're the one calling this perfect while you're sitting in the snow getting all wet and cold."

Valerie shook her head as she too sniffled. "If that makes you feel better. Either way, you can't run from the truth."

He giggled, and silently, as if reading each other's mind, they both leaned forward until their foreheads rested against each other.

Danny closed his eyes and inhaled a lungful of the cold night air. Yes, if he thought about it, about where he was and who he was with and just how overwhelmingly he wanted to simply exist in her presence, forever and ever, he could see how this was perfect on its own.

"You know," he started, no louder than a whisper. They were so close now; he didn't want to break the spell. "I told the blobs to come for a reason."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I taught them something I was gonna show you, you know, to go with the actual question." He opened his eyes. "Do you... want to see?"

Much to his surprise, she pulled away, leaving him stunned and blinking helplessly.

"Oh no," she scolded. "Don't even think about trying to sneak in first, Fenton. If you think I'm just gonna sit here all ready to ask you while you put on your little show so you can ask me first, then you are sorely mistaken."

"What?" He blinked again. "I wasn't - what? Whoa, whoa wait, who said you got to ask first?"

"Come on, did you really expect me to just sit back and let you do all the fun stuff? I've worked for this too, you know!"

"Okay, the key word there is 'too.' I've spent so long trying to work up the guts to finally do this, you can't do this to me!"

Valerie laughed again. "Well, if it's taken you this long... I might be willing to meet in the middle."

"What, like... ask at the same time?" Danny tilted his head. "Is that allowed?"

"Who cares?" She squeezed his hand. "We make the rules for ourselves. From now on, yeah? We can do it together."

The tears returned to his eyes. Coherent thoughts had all but left him, leaving little more than the overpowering love consuming him inside and out. "Yeah," he said, nodding eagerly. "Together. But first..."

With what little sensibility he had left, he tugged one of his hands free and raised it to his mouth to whistle. The sound was imperceptible to humans, but to other ghosts...

The effect was instantaneous. The blobs perked up and began to rush around, arranging themselves.

Valerie watched them in awe. "What are they doing?"

But Danny was too busy grinning wildly to answer. Instead, he focused in on the warmth in his heart, the overwhelming love, and, in one burst, released it out into the air. The blob ghosts, still finalizing their formation, ate the emotion up greedily, glowing brighter and brighter as they fed off of the sheer strength of Danny's love.

"There's a place in the Ghost Zone," he began to explain, excitement unbridled in his voice. "It's so far out there. Almost to the edge of what's known of the Realms. Very few ghosts have ever even heard of it, let alone seen it with their own eyes. There's not a lot of ectoplasm out there, so it can be dangerous for someone to go out there.

"But Clockwork told me about it one day, and I wanted to see it. I needed to see it. And so I went. Apparently, it's a lot easier for a half-ghost like me to travel that far away from the stable sources of ectoplasm. I guess it makes sense now, but you should've seen the look on Frostbite's face when I told him how far I'd gone. He was horrified. Made me sit down for a checkup right then and there.

"But Ancients, Val..." He sighed wistfully. "It was the most beautiful place I've ever seen. It was like... like being up in space without actually going there. Just this endless void filled with stars, as far as I could see. I could fly among them and just exist there, and in some ways it felt even more special than space because this... Well, tons of people have seen the stars in space, even if it's only been through pictures or telescopes. But me, I might be the only one in recent times to see those stars and really get to enjoy them. Just me..."

"You should've taken me," she said, still looking up at the blob ghosts, who had settled in a strange, sporadic array. "I don't need the ectoplasm, you know?"

Danny winced. "I don't know if there was any oxygen or anything out there is the thing. And I know your suit could've handled it, but not without a source of ectoplasm to draw on. I'm sorry, we probably could've figured something out, and maybe we still can, but for now..."

He swept his arm up and to the horde of blob ghosts. "One of the great things about being the first to discover something is you get to name things. And so many new stars, all the constellations... I've started mapping them. And this one, the one that they're making right now, it's the first one I ever mapped." He looked back at Valerie, and another wave of adoration cascaded over him. "I named it after you."

She jerked her head down to stare right at him. "Danny..." she whispered, tears trickling down her cheeks again. "You..."

"But these stars will never compare to the real thing," he continued. "I could have every star in the sky and the Realms and they would still pale in comparison to you. This constellation... It doesn't even begin to come close to how amazing you are and just how much you mean to me. You outshine them all, and every day I just wonder how on earth I got to be so lucky." He inhaled shakily. "Valerie Nicole Gray, I love you with every bit of my heart and core. However many stars I still have to find, I love you more than all of them. You're the only star that truly lights my sky."

Valerie shook her head again, unable to contain her tears or her smile. Danny didn't mind; he knew he looked the exact same way.

"And you, Daniel James Fenton," she finally said, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you with all my heart. I will go to the ends of the Earth and the Infinite Realms to find you and be with you. I won't let anything stand in our way. I'll catch any star for you, no matter what it takes. There is nothing you can do, no one you can be that will make me stop loving you."

Danny could've sworn Clockwork slowed down time to a crawl in that moment. Unable to tear his eyes away from his guiding star, his breathing ragged and heart racing, he slowly raised the box in his hand. Valerie mirrored him.

Without another word between them, their hearts and minds fully in sync, they opened the boxes.

Valerie gasped audibly and tears fell faster when she saw the ring in Danny's box. It truly was a pretty ring, he'd decided weeks ago when Damon first entrusted him with it. The band was a simple gold, set with an oval-shaped ruby. Tiny diamonds surrounded the ruby and formed a halo in the shape of a starburst, twinkling and making the ruby shine a red so stunning and vibrant. Pretty and so very fitting.

"He gave that to you?" she whispered. "I've always... God, Danny, you... I've always wanted to ask Daddy if I could keep it... just... it's beautiful..."

"Nowhere near as pretty as yours." The ring in Valerie's box was a thick, black metal band. Hollowed into the middle of the band was a cluster of blue and purple crystals, dotted with tiny specks of white crystal. The whole thing danced in the light, giving the illusion of a galaxy embedded right into the band.

"Would you believe me if I said Frostbite helped me make it?" she asked, trying and failing to hide a blush with her hair.

"You made this?" He didn't know if his heart could handle the nearly crushing surge of affection he felt in that moment.

She nodded vigorously. "I'll tell you all about it, but you have to put it on first."

His smile felt like it could split his face. "Is that really your way of asking?" he said, unable to resist the opportunity to tease.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. Her own smile blinded him. "If you'd rather do it the boring way..."

Their eyes locked together. The blob ghosts stilled. Not a sound could be heard other than that of two frantically beating hearts, perfectly in sync with one another. The surrounding glow grew brighter and brighter as the love continued to spill over and into the air.

When they both took a breath, the earth took a breath with them.

And together, they spoke the words to change their lives.

"Will you marry me?"

Danny couldn't be sure exactly what happened next, let alone if he actually managed to say the word "yes" or not. He only knew of the flurry of nodding and crying and the everlasting embrace he found himself wrapped in.

He never wanted to let go.

He only moved when Valerie tapped at his hand and he raised his head from where he'd buried it into her shoulder. She wiggled her arms free enough to take the ring out of her box and, with a smile Danny would never forget for as long as he lived, carefully slid it onto his left ring finger. He beamed down at the ring she'd so lovingly crafted, fitting perfectly on his finger.

He was too overjoyed to be embarrassed as he fumbled with his ring box, taking that ring and slipping it onto her own ring finger. It stood out on her finger, a single star in the sky. Just like her.

He found himself locking eyes with Valerie again. For a moment, he knelt there, drinking in every bit of the moment, from the ambient glow of the blob ghosts to the moonlight shining off of her beautiful hair to the spark of pure love in her endless eyes to the smile that threatened to leave her face to the glimmer of the ring on her finger.

"Valerie," he whispered, unable to say anything more. My fiancee. My star. My only love.

God, I sound like one of Jazz's cheesy romance novels.

He didn't particularly care.

"Danny," she responded in kind. His name carried with it everything unsaid, everything she felt in that moment. Her love touched his heart, and he didn't know if there would ever be a feeling that could even come close to measuring up to the overwhelming emotion he felt when she spoke his name.

He surged forward and found his lips on hers and his arms around her. He'd kissed her hundreds of times before, but this time felt magical, as though the world had stopped around them and everything was simply right and nothing would ever hurt either of them ever again.

He felt invincible in her embrace.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, just existing with one another, before a flash behind his eyelids caught his attention. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, and when he saw the cause, he broke the kiss, grinning wildly.

"Val," he whispered against her lips. "Look."

She too opened her eyes, watching Danny in confusion before catching sight of what he had seen. He grinned even wider when she gasped.

All around them, the blob ghosts had begun to glow a bright, radiant gold.

"Just like that night," he said, the memories flashing through his mind.

"Just like that night," she echoed. She smiled, and Danny's heart melted. "Absolutely perfect."

She recaptured his lips in another kiss and his eyes fluttered shut.

Yes, he thought. Absolutely perfect.

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!!!! No fr I don't agree with the headcanon that it would have taken a while for hellcheer to hookup. They would be making out in a matter of days if vecna hadn't showed up. They were flirting hardcore and she was laughing up a storm in the woods. Even Joe agreed that they were on the outskirts of falling in love. They might not have been official for a little while because I agree with Joe, it would've probably been a liaison type of deal.

yeah! and chrissy very much needed to blow off some steam so it was a recipe for the perfect rendezvous!

I didn’t intend for this to be a full on fic but i got a lil carried away 😳

warnings: drug usage (weed), shotgunning, nsfw sexual situations but no actual smut

Eddie goes to find the special k, but this time Chrissy follows him into his room. He picks up on her discomfort and decides two things in this moment: 1) he’s going to put on some music and 2) he’s not giving her any hard drugs.

Chrissy agrees to stick to weed (she was getting a little apprehensive about it anyway) and Eddie invites her to sit on his bed and go through his cassettes while he rolls some joints for them.

She finds a Billy Joel record which Eddie happily puts on for her.

They are literally in his bed, leaning against the wall while he teaches her to smoke. Chrissy’s cheer jacket and Eddie’s jacket/vest are laying haphazardly on the floor. They pass the joint back and forth, shoulders grazing and legs brushing up against each other.

“Look at that, you’re a natural.” Eddie praises as Chrissy passes the joint back to him.

Soon, they finish the joint and Eddie starts to roll another but Chrissy’s fingertips on Eddie’s bare wrist stop him.

“I don’t like inhaling it. I mean, I wanna keep going but…”

The corner of Eddie’s lips turn downwards. Chrissy doesn’t like that.

“Afraid I’m fresh out of edibles. That would be the other easiest way.”

Chrissy raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of establishment are you running here?”

It’s a fun change of pace- Chrissy making him laugh for once. He’s surprised at how easily she pulled it out of him and she’s surprised at how much she loves the sound of his laugh.

“You know, technically, there is another way if you don’t want to smoke it yourself.”

“What is it?”

Eddie finds himself unable to meet Chrissy’s eyes when he says it.

“It’s called shotgunning or a shotgun kiss. Basically one person takes a hit and blows smoke into the other person’s mouth.”

When he looks back at Chrissy, she doesn’t look perturbed, or angry or even weirded out.

Her eyes are wide with wonder, her lips parted in anticipation. Eddie realizes now that her hand is still wrapped around his wrist.

“Can we try it?”

And really, how could he say no?

So he rolls a joint, lights it, takes a hit and nods for Chrissy to come closer. They’re sitting face-to-face, legs criss-crossed and knees touching. Chrissy’s hands automatically go to Eddie’s knees for balance.

She leans in, parting her lips slightly and Eddie meets her halfway.

He brushes his lips against hers, gently blowing the smoke into her mouth.

Chrissy felt a jolt run up her spine. She feels dizzy, lightheaded. and borderline intoxicated but it’s not from the weed…

Eddie exhales slowly and, having no other excuse to linger, begins to pull away. When they each open their glossy, lidded eyes, they just stare at one another. A thick silence fills the room, like the quieting of an orchestra before a mighty crescendo.

It takes one single synchronized heartbeat before their music crescendos.

Chrissy and Eddie move in perfect sync, crashing their lips back together. Eddie waists no time in hoisting Chrissy up by the waist and situating her on his lap. Chrissy’s hands wade into Eddie’s hair as they kiss with a mad fervor.

They relish in the feeling of one another, of the heat and passion in their kiss. When Eddie slides his tongue into her mouth, Chrissy emits a muffled moan that Eddie so wishes he could record to have forever.

Eddie’s hands remain firmly planted on Chrissy’s hips while Chrissy is more experimental with her touches.

She moves her hands from tangled in his hair to cupping his jaw to resting on his chest. She slides her hands down and the fabric of his “Hellfire” shirt comes with it.

“You know…” Chrissy mumbles between rushed kisses. “Earlier, I didn’t get to see your full tattoo.”

Eddie parts from Chrissy’s lips to trail kisses down her jaw and neck.

“Chrissy Cunningham… if i didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to take my shirt off.”

Chrissy whimpers when his lips ghost over a particularly tantalizing spot on her neck. She flattens her hands on his chest and gently pushes him back against the wall.

Her blue eyes, reddened from the weed are blown out with lust and desire.

“Please?”

His answer is to yank his Hellfire shirt off and unceremoniously toss it to a corner of the room, forgotten as if it were a used dish rag.

Chrissy’s reached out and traced the outline of the demon tattoo with her fingers. Her eyes wandered down his surprisingly toned chest to the happy trail that faded into his jeans.

Eddie gripped Chrissy’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, guiding her head up to look into his brown eyes.

“Have I piqued the kitten’s curiosity?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Chrissy swallowed, not out of nervousness but anticipation.

“Eddie, I want you. I need you.” She pleaded in a whisper. She slid forward on his lap, grinding down on his crotch slightly, making Eddie gasp and grunt all at once.

His expression shifted lightning fast. He was now the one with blown out doe eyes. Chrissy leaned down to whisper hotly in his ear.

“Eddie…”

She didn’t have to say anything else. Just hearing his own name whispered that way, like it was the answer to a centuries-old philosophical question was making his head spin.

If Chrissy fucking Cunningham wanted him, she had him. For as long as she wanted, however she needed. A physical release; a boy toy, a spring break lover, something more? Eddie didn’t care. His one and only purpose was to serve and pleasure her.

And based on every single day that followed, every single rendezvous at lover’s lake; every single tryst at Eddie’s trailer, every single liaison at Chrissy’s house…

the feeling was very very mutual.

[sacredthefran]

Oh yeah, I’m also dropping this tomorrow for my Jolly enthusiasts 👹