#doing maths to explain a dick joke

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how despite being Pete's sussy guy friend, he still very much IS his friend. Wade is the type of bro to joke about dicks all the time but when the time comes, he is genuinely one of Peter's friend.

Sure, Wade tells Logan about the sparing, he tells him about patrol, and he tells him about Vinnies pizzaria even where they have their meet ups without the masks.

What Wade doesn't tell him is how tight he holds him when theye both bloody or bruised from their fights, whether against one another or a common enemy.

He doesn't tell him how they've made it a game where they can be talking on a building, and if Wade 'falls off,' Peter webs him back up and scolds him to knock it off.

He doesn't tell him that he can't believe how much Peter genuienly believes in him. He can't understand why someone so good and someone so smart would ever want to be friends with him.

He doesn't tell Logan that being around Peter makes him feel like a way better person, and how being apart from him for long emphasizes their differences, making him feel worse about himself.

He doesn't tell Logan that each time there's a little angel on his shoulder? It's Peter.

Do you know why he doesn't tell Logan? He already knows. It doesn't take telepathy to see this, and with how hyper aware Logan is, he learned all of this within a month- probably less.

Logan just comes back to the apartment to see both Wade and Peter with their suits ripped up and Peter, specifically with a bloody nose and a bruise on his abdomen. They're just.. sitting there. Holding each other so gently yet so tight that Peter is bassically in his lap, dead weighted against him, They're silent.

"Hey.."

"Hey... rough day." Is all Wade mutters, looking like he needs a nap.

"Heh.. what, kid? You fail a math test or something?" Logan tries to joke but Peter just kind of looks at him confused.

".....I'm 28..."

"And a Biochemist." Wade adds in, letting his body rest fully against the couch with a big sigh.

"Oh.." Logan says. "Well... Does the Biochemist want a tissue? He's bleeding all over you.."

Wade's hand just comes up to point at himself. "Red suit.. meant for bleeding..."

"Right.. you guys want a beer?"

"Yeeess... god, see? I told you he was the best." Wade mutters under his breath and Peter just scoffs. "You told me a billion things about him, whats your point?"

"My point- Is....." there's a long pause. "That we got our asses handed to us today...By robots. Still don't know why we couldn't just shoot'em."

Peter then groans as if he's already explained this 60 times, sitting up just long enough to take the beer. "Thanks-"

"No problem, Now scoot over."

"-but anyway, if we shot them, they would explode and put tons of lives in danger because of the automatic protocol system."

"So?"

"Wade-"

"Yeah yeah... save it for my next lecture.." he waves his hand, taking a sip of his and then reached out to clink his bottle with Logans.

"To saving the city... one god damn robot at a time..fuck this would be so much easier if Stark was alive.."

#hero-ingishard

[star-suh]

The Substitute

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, college au, blowjob, protected sex, cum eating, ass stuffing (?), also let's just say johnny has hyperspermia in this fic.

an: this was 1 of 2 ideas from @ldrei so wait for the other one 😈 (it's a different fic, not a continuation)

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yn's math teacher was sick and he was kinda happy because that means that there will not be math classes in the next few weeks... or well that's what he thought..

“hello class, the name's johnny suh i'm your new substitute math teacher for now. i hope we can get along well these weeks” he smiled.

“god can you please close that mouth, drool is spilling all over the desk” haechan joked watching how yn was already head over heels for the new teacher “man he's so fine” yn faked a moan, that the teacher noticed, “with a teacher like this i will come to math classes every day” added yn.

classes passed and johnny always noticed y/n's stares at his pants, more exactly his crotch area. currently everyone was in an exam, yn raised his hand to ask the teacher something that he didn't understand, "teacher i don't understand the fifth point, can you help me please?", "i’d be happy to yn" both of johnny's hands were positioned on the student's shoulder, his breathing and whispers echoing in his head while his citrus cologne made yn feel dizzy. johnny laughed mentally seeing how easy yn was to be tamed.

class is over, everyone was packing up to go home, "mr. ln yn i need you to stay to talk to you about the exam" suddenly johnny announced making the boy stay still in shock, was he caught cheating? “i'm invited to your funeral, right?” jokes haechan, running quickly towards the door to avoid being beaten by yn.

“please i won't do it again but don't make me fail this exam, i beg” yn pleaded he was about to kneel when johnny says “what are you talking about?”... yn zoned out for some seconds looking at the floor “umm didn't you caught me cheating on the exam?” he explained, johnny was surprised "in fact i was going to congratulate you because you were the only one who passed it but.. now i know why...".

yn wanted the earth to swallow him and spit him god knows where, he just screwed everything up "however i could pretend not to hear that" johnny slowly walked around the desk sitting in front of yn "why don't we take advantage of the fact that you're already kneeling?" yn's eyes widened and fell directly to johnny's crotch, he had it there in front of him in all its glory. without thinking twice, yn smashed his nose and mouth against the teacher's crotch and began to smell and grope it like he was in heat.

time passed and yn was so happy slurping and tasting that amazing cock, it was so big and thick that almost didn't fit in his mouth “don't worry if you can't take it all, i know another hole that could” he winked at the student who felt embarrassed, a blushing appearing in his cheeks and the back of his neck.

thankfully the college was empty by now, except for some guards but they were usually at the entrance so yn wouldn't have to worry about hiding his moans, johnny's cock was very big and yn's tight hole was struggling to take it all in, the stretching was painful but pleasurable thanks to the textured condom and the lube. “how does it feel, cheater boy hmm?” johnny murmured while kissing the neck and the back of the other, “so fucking good mr. suh.. i should come to class with you every day”, “haha yeah you should” the other added while exploring yn's body with his hands, groping his chest, his torso and finally his dick “damn you're leaking like a faucet” the teacher used that pre-cum as a lotion to masturbate yn.

johnny thrusts started to get sloppy, he hadn't masturbated in weeks so his balls were full of cum, his heavy balls slapping against yn's ass waiting to be emptied. yn moaned while cumming on the other's hand “clean it for me please” johnny grunted leaving his hand in front of yn's face so he could lick the cum. johnny came inside the condom but still inside yn, his cock throbbing while splurting lots of thick warm cum inflating the condom in the process.

johnny rode his high with a few last thrusts, He tried to take out his cock but he had cum so much, the condom was full of semen and it looked like a plug. johnny only took out his cock, leaving the condom inside and tying it to prevent the content from spilling out. "i'll leave that there for you to have fun later," "thank you, dear professor”. yn went home with the condom full of semen still inside him "shit, it feels so nice”.

in the next classes they kept fucking after everyone was gone, they were so hungry for each other that they would see each otherr outside university to satisfy their carnal desires. even after the math teacher returned, yn and johnny continued their affair with the excuse that the student needed extra classes and who better than the teacher johnny to do that.

[chrrywavs]

Eddie Munson blurb:

When he’s horny

18+ MINORS DNI

It starts off small first. he’d hold you close to him feeling the warmth of your skin, your back pressed close against him. He’d shamelessly sniff your hair, or your neck, groaning at the scent.

“Hey, did you try out a knew perfume?” He’d ask as he went in for a second sniff.

You giggled, his nose tickling your sensitive neck. “No…Eddie stop that tickles.”

-slowly it would progress. He’d leave small lingering kisses all over your face, your neck, or your shoulders. Pretty much anywhere that you had exposed skin. Sometimes when he was really desperate, he’d leave little purple marks behind where he sucked

he’d whisper into your ear, his warm breath rolling down your neck. The things he’d whisper weren’t even remotely sexual, but he found a way to make them sound it.

He leaned down to your level, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “We need to go, I need to put gas in my van.”

You’d frowned, expecting him to have said something different. The shiver that ran down your spine only felt stupid now.

he’d pull you close to him, whenever he could. He’d steal quick kisses while you were talking to someone else, just so you wouldn’t forget he was there behind you, clinging to you like a lost child.

And if the person you were talking to was someone he didn’t like, he’d pull you in, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth having a full blown make out session right in front of them. All just so they’d know who you belonged to.

he’d make sexual references or jokes but in a serious way.

You groaned rubbing your temple. “God I really need to do that assignment for math class-“

“You really need to do me first…” he’d look at you with narrow eyes before slowly walking away.

“What?” You turned to Robin who just answered with a shrug.

And sometimes they wouldn’t even make since.

“Steve and Nancy are gonna come over and-“

“You know sometimes I wish you’d let me cum.”

“You can come over whenever you want Eddie I just-“

“Really cause it’s doesn’t feel like it.” he’d storm off into the bathroom, leaving you sitting there all confused.

He’d dry hump you any chance he got, claiming he was just joking, but you felt the hardness in his dick.

He’d stare at your boobs longer then normal “accidentally” brushing his hand over it.

On days that he really needed it bad, he’d sneak a hand up your skirt squeeze your ass. He’d imagine you finally letting him take you from the back.

And by the end of the day, if you somehow made it this far. He’d be so Whiny and needy, frustrated that you weren’t catching the hint.

While you both made out, he’d just whimper against your lips, unknowingly rutting himself against your clothed thigh.

You’d giggle to yourself, watching him desperately get himself off. “Eddie what are you doing?” You’d ask halting his movement.

He’d go so red, stuttering as he tried to explain. “God dammit (y/n) just…please?” He’d beg, his eyes growing ten times as he stared at you like a kicked puppy.

“Oh Ed’s.” You purred, moving away his sticky bangs, of course you knew what he wanted, you knew it since the morning, but you couldn’t help enjoying how desperate he got for it. how whiny he voice would get. “You need it bad huh?”

He whimpered with a nod. He looked so adorable. His eyes blown out, cheeks all red, and a sheer layer of sweat over his skin. How could you say no?.

He’d fuck into you so deep, wanting every inch of him covered in your slick. He’d get so loud, making all kinds of noises. He’d whimper your name over and over again, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. You’d caress his cheek, looking deep into his soft round eyes. “You can cum inside me Eddie, it’s what you want right?”

He nodded aggressively, squeezing his eyes shut trying to hold off for a little longer, the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around his cock feeling to good for him pull out so soon.

You bit your lip, fisting the sheets as he hit the right spot at such a perfect pace. “Yeah Eddie right there- god- your doing so good!” You’d moan. The squelching sounds coming from your wet cunt and the slaps of his balls hitting your ass hurled him over the edge. He released himself inside you with a cry, coating your pink spongey walls white. Your cunt fluttered around him, milking as much of him as you could.

He’d pull out if you with a hiss, smirking as he settled between your legs, ready to lick his cum clean from your aching cunt.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I swear I didn’t forget about y’all I’ve just been real busy with work :(

Anyway I’m working on some smut for y’all so stay tuned ;)

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin (pt.1)

(pt. 2)/(pt. 3)/(pt. 4)

You’re cady’s cousin and you had to transfer to north shore senior year

Warnings: homophobia, use of slur (d-slur), violence?(idk) sexual harassment? (I’m not good at warnings I’m sorry)

A/N: before anyone is like “Aaron already graduated” I don’t think he did that poor boy got held back in my opinion you’re allowed to disagree also everyone’s gay SURPRISE these are all just my opinions feel free to disagree

You were hanging out with your cousin the Saturday before school was due to start and she said she invited some friends over when they arrived you were pleasantly surprised. Once you got settled and started chatting you joked “hey Cads I didn’t know you had cool friends, I thought you’d only knew math nerds like yourself, oh and I’m (Y/N) by the way” “oh right, this is my cousin, everyone say hi” the group says hi “ooo nice pants” you say to a girl with dyed green tips in her hair and the coolest pants you’ve ever seen “thanks, the name’s Janis by the way” she sticks out her hand for you to shake and you do “nice to me you” you say with a wink “ew stop being gay” the blonde one jokes “Regina shut up you literally have a girlfriend” Janis says lightly punching the blonde in the arm. “Is anyone in this group straight?” You say through a laugh “as of last week, nope” says a boy with brown hair who you honestly expected to be the token straight shaking his head “ah yes our baby gay, this is Aaron he just came out be patient with him” Regina says patting Aaron’s head. Two more girls and a boy show up “sorry we’re late Karen lost her phone” the more visual anxious and shorter of the two girls says “it was in the freezer” the boy says “oh who is this?” The boy asks genuinely curious “Cady’s cousin” Aaron says with a smile “can we like rapid fire everyone’s name and pronouns really quick for me” you ask getting a little confused. “I’ll go first even though you already know my name Cady, she/her” “Janis, they/she but honestly any I don’t really care” “Regina, she/her” “Damian, the badest/bitch no I’m just kidding he/him or they/them is cool” “Aaron, he/him? Those are the boy ones, right?” “yes Aaron good job” Janis says laughing and giving him a thumbs up “Karen, she/they? I think” “Gretchen, also she/they” Cady is happy to see that you seem to like her friends “what about you (Y/N)?” Regina asks “oh um (your pronouns) works” you say with an awkward thumbs up “so (y/n) where are you from and what brings you here?” Gretchen asks excited to know more about you “oh um I’m from Florida and I recently got suspended from my last school so my dad thought it would be a good idea to send me here to live with my aunt and Cady to “think about my highly irresponsible and destructive behavior” I honestly don’t think what I did was that big of a deal given the circumstances” you say kind of annoyed, the annoyance directed at your father “ooo what’d you do?” Janis asks suddenly more intrigued “oh I punched a dude in his face and lit his backpack on fire for harassing me but like it’s honestly not my fault if we think about it, I reported his behavior twice and told him if he didn’t leave me alone I’d punch him in the face and light his backpack on fire, He for some reason thought I was joking and when I was walking to lunch slapped my ass and said “give me a chance this dick can turn any dyke straight” then winked at me so I punched him and pulled out my lighter and whoosh fire” you said doing jazz hands when you said fire “that’s freakin awesome” Janis says enthusiastically and the group turns to look at her confused “oh um not the getting harassed part but like what you did was to that dude, that was like so tits” she explains “tits?” you say confused “i got this, “tits” is one of Janis’ fun little words she uses and it typically means awesome, really cool, or fuck yeah” Damian explains with a smile “tits” you say with a small chuckle “wait you’re from Florida? Have you ever seen an alligator?” Karen asks “yes I have they’re not as scary as people say” you respond “that’s like really cool” Karen says with a smile “oh my gosh your hair is like so fetch” Gretchen says after looking at you for a little bit “um thank you? I’m assuming that also means cool?” You say slowly and confused “yeah pretty much” Regina says patting Gretchen on the shoulder before she freaks out. Hanging out with them, you thought they were really cool so switching to a new school and state for your last year of high school might not suck as much as you thought .

A/N: guys I don’t know anything about Florida but it felt homophobic so I used it lmao also I think I’m gonna do this in parts I know I said Janis x cady’s cousin and I will give that to you but I want to know if you like it so far before I go hardcore into the story lol

[redheadspark]

can I request "come on, it's gonna be fun" and "there's no way in hell i'm doing that" with Eddie Munson?

I know most people disagree but I see Eddie would be the sunshine in the relationship. I just want to see him loving making the grumpy reader laugh and have fun

A/N - Perfect for Eddie! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Chemistry

Summary - Eddie knows how to get you out of your funk with chemistry

Warnings - Nothing but fluff

“Come on, think about it,”

“I have, and I still say no!”

“Babe!”

“Don’t babe me!” 

Eddie snorted as he hopped down from sitting on top of the picnic table, you thumbing through your chemistry text book while scribbling down some notes that you were needing to take for the upcoming test.  The last thing you wanted to do was to be distracted and not get a passing grade since this class was already kicking your ass.  So your boyfriend trying to distract you was enough to made you rip your hair out, but you never could with Eddie.

Even when he was a handful at times, he was your handful.

“Look,” he said as he pushed the textbook out of the way from you, to which you were glaring at him as he cocked his head at you with his signature grin, “You’re gonna break your brain with all the reading you’re doing on a subject you already know,”

“You can’t break your brain,” You corrected him in a huff as his chuckled.

“Say that to the horror movies,” He joked, then swiping the notebook away before you could grab it back,”You’re gonna ace the test!  You’re a shore in for getting the best grade.”

“O’Malley’s tough, Eddie,” you reasoned, reaching out again for the notebook but was foiled when he yanked it away.

“He’s a dick…with a small one at that,” he replied as you slightly smiled, “And that is the actual reason why you need to take a break….and come to one session,”

You glared, “I already said no,”

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun,” He explained as he tilted his head at him.  Eddie had a lot of great traits about him, though it was overshadowed by his reputation at school or even in all of Hawkins.   He was kind, especially to those who were at the bottom of the social totem pole like he was.  Eddie was smart, such a contrast to his laid back personality, but he was intelligent and was passing most of his classes with ease.  

Most of all, Eddie had a heart.  His heart was always massive and tender, never calloused and hardened from past heartbreak or betrayal.  No matter if he wore metal shirts or seemed like a freak on the outside, you saw the goodness in him and the love he would give.  You were one of the very few people he would pour his love out for and still had enough for himself, true boyfriend at heart and someone who took care of you when you need a break.  

Just like now with your chemistry.

“There’s no way in hell I’m doing that,” you wanted him as you knew what he was talking about.  But Eddie simply smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to tuck you in a bit more against his side.  You could breathe in the weed he smoked before he came out here to ditch his study hall hour along with the small scent of leather thanks to his leather jacket and the leather seats in his van.  Even the softness of his hair, thanks to the shampoo you got him a week back to help with the curls, made your head swim for a moment as he was peering at you with his massive brown eyes.

“You need to have some fun, and I love you too much to let yourself get burned out over something as simple as chemistry,” He explained as he kissed the tip of your nose.  You knew he was telling the truth and you hated admitting he was right.  When it came to styling and burning out, both you and Eddie were guilty of doing that every once in a while.  There was no doubt that you both were solid students but tests and exams got the best of you from time to time.  

When one was struggling, the other would catch them.  You’ve helped Eddie plenty of times when he was struggling in math or with Social Studies, rubbing his back and making him get plenty of rest when he was straining in his back and behind his eyes. He would push away the science and English books from you when you were on the verge of tears and make you something good to eat, or mostly hearty so to speak. 

Eddie’s heart was always in the right place, and you felt it then.

“Fine,” You replied, seeing his grin go massive as he peppered you with kisses all over your cheeks, “Easy there, Eds!  I’m only going to watch, got it!”

“Not a problem, sweetheart!” He replied, planting one more big kiss on your lips as you squirmed and giggled.  He pulled away and looked rather victorious as you leaned into his hold, “You’re gonna love it!  I'm surprised you’ve never come to a meeting before anywho,”

“It’s your thing, Eddie.  I never wanted to interfere with it,” You reasoned, yet Eddie rolled his eyes playfully and shook his head.

“You’re always welcome, and I think you’re gonna thoroughly enjoy it.  Trust me, babe.”

Sure enough, Eddie watched from his Dungeon Master Throne as you rolled the dice and cheered in victory while the rest of Hellfire Club looked defeated.  

The End.

[scrylirious]

i just need people to know that i regard timothy drake with the same disdain and respect that i felt growing up with my older brothers.

like— i can’t help but love you. its quite literally out of my control. biology and instinct outweigh my desire to see you shipped off to a faraway country where i’ll never have to see you again. all of my friends have crushes on you but they dont know that you call them my “dumb baby friends” and joke about scaring the shit out of them at my sleepovers. girls try to befriend me just to get closer to you and i don’t know why. stop stealing my socks. you’ll still play barbies with me if i beg hard enough, but you dont play correctly. why do you have to pretend to shoot my barbie? you both like each other more than you like me and i battle with wanting to be liked the most. you make me a bowl of ramen without asking when you make one for yourself. sometimes you talk to me outside of my classroom and sometimes you ignore me in the hallway. everyone knows we’re related and they can’t figure out why we beat on each other. you tripped me in front of mom and laughed. i hit you with the strap of my backpack and you laughed harder. why are you the two funniest people i know? i love you so much. i hate you. stop using my toothbrush. dad called and said you need to change my oil for me. i cant keep doing your math homework for you. thanks for letting me sleep in your bed tonight. get the fuck out of my room. which one of you stole my charger? please don’t ever kick me out of the group chat. i wish you’d stop growing up and move back.

i dont feel like i explained it very well. tim drake is essentially not a character i would willingly choose to like or read about or write about. i cant escape the instinct to love him. i find him insufferable. i cant help but enjoy him. i like what he becomes when i write him. i want to see him squirm under a microscope. most fic writers do him a huge disservice by not leaning into his messiness. the idea that he’s some beautiful little twink is absurd. i love him by proxy of dick and jason and damian and cass. he grates my nerves and i am obsessed with that feeling. i wanna strangle him. i cant help but adore him. dick grayson loves him, how can i not? i wish jason and damian would break his arm.

[junespriince]

Part.2 of this thing mit @nebulous-shatin

Ken doll looking ass, 10/10 I mean.... I am lol

"alpha never got out of his basement dweller phase" 7/10 and it shows

the word "Dick" having 452 messages, 9/10 it funny

"if Light asks me to top, he's definitely Kira" 300/10 that so them i hate it

My brother in Christ (Crisis) I'll help you from not sinning, 4/10 bec it didn't happpen

Bro 8/10,,,, bro

I'm up and about, solving math's problems (fucking bitch can't solve her own problems) 6/10 it got better

No wit bby come bck! 70/10 it ws funny tho

problems? 1/10 IT GOT BETTER OKAY

bust an uwu 2/10, i wasn't proud of myself either

remember to write, my friend 1/10 we never do

ma homoe, 10/10 a classic

ma home 11/10

Imagine being smaller than Mandi, couldn't be me, 4/10 fuck you.

MILMONADE WILL EVOLVE DAMNIT 5/10 idk if it evolved

WhAtS sCrEeNsHaRe? 6/10 bitch i know where you live.

GASP I fix that I'm no basic bitch 8/10 i ain't

She thinks you getting mad bitches, and manipulative 5/10 we both ain't pulling mad bitches by choice

all i can smell is gun on ya 10/10 🦅

Bugging you 200/10 I laugh

FUCK BEING NORMAL, YEET 10/10 we not that the context

My family know you as the girl from america -10/10 I needed to be weirder on calls

Never soft always hard! 9999999/10 only a month of talking yall

I mean oh homoe oh homoe where art thou sweet ass 10/10

Hmm explain bug lol 6/10 hoe what

I'm sorry for whatever you caught together with cunt 6/10 rip them ass and cunt,,,, tho might actually draw them

are you the slowest idiot alive or am i talking to a tryhard fan 2/10 i will take your teeth

GET BURNED!!! 7/10 for the dilly

lets call her voldemord 6/10 then we forgot that joke

no reason to go to hell

that hot 9/10 yeah you think?

slug is nearly slut but far enough 9/10 fuck off

emperor slut 10/10 he is one sooooooooo

that's all for now bec looking at your chats damn,,,,, we funny lol also like damnm out of context we just brrrrrrrrr

[imekitty]

Star Error XII

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.

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A back door near the dumpster opened. Star jumped but relaxed when she saw Valerie walking out wearing a Nasty Burger shirt and hat and carrying a black trash bag.

"Valerie!" Star held her hands behind her back sheepishly. "I was just—I mean, I forgot you work here."

"Every Thursday after school," said Valerie dully.

"Ah." Star nodded. "So, taking out the trash, huh?"

"Well, yes." Valerie lifted the dumpster lid with one hand and swung the trash bag in with the other. "But it was really just an excuse to come out here and talk to you."

"About what?"

"I think you know about what. I saw you come out here with Danny."

Valerie put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. Star tried to look innocent as she waited for Valerie to elaborate.

"Star, we don't really talk as much anymore," said Valerie with a sigh. "But you and I are still friends."

"Of course we are," said Star. "You've just been busy with all your part-time jobs."

"Seems you've been busy, too," said Valerie. "Spreading nasty rumors about Danny."

Star rolled her eyes. "It was one rumor. Singular."

"Doesn't make it less nasty," retorted Valerie. "And Danny doesn't deserve that. Danny's my friend too, and I know how vicious you can get. That rumor you made up wasn't even half as bad as you could've made it."

"True." Star shrugged. "I'm saving some tricks up my sleeve."

"Tricks for what?" Valerie glared at her. "Star, what exactly is your beef with Danny? First I hear you two are dating, then I hear you haven't kissed him yet because you're waiting for him to get more practice, and then he breaks up with you publicly in a video everyone in school has seen by now?"

"I—" Star twirled a lock of her hair. "It's kind of hard to explain, but—well, I'm trying to prove something about him because Paulina, Dash, and Kwan all think I'm crazy."

"What are you trying to prove?"

"Uh—well—" Star paused. "Wait, you dated him for a little while, didn't you?"

Valerie tensed. "Yeah, for like a little little while. But I had to break it off because I was too busy with—er—work."

"But you got to know him pretty well, didn't you?" asked Star. "You must've seen his freckles glow, right?"

Valerie raised a brow. "I must've seen what?"

"His freckles. You've seen them glow, haven't you?"

"Uh…" Valerie glanced up at the sky before shaking her head and looking at Star again. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No!" insisted Star. "Look, when I was tutoring him in math earlier this week, the questions were all space related and he started talking about stars and galaxies and light-years and he got all excited and his freckles just lit up."

Valerie laughed. "Yeah, he does get pretty excited when he's talking about space stuff."

"Right?" Star held a hand out to her. "So you do know what I'm talking about! You've seen his freckles glow, right?"

"Uh—well, no." Valerie pouted in thought. "I remember talking about it over text, not in person."

Star groaned. "Come on, you've gotta know what I'm talking about. It's like tiny stars on his face."

"Star, that really does sound kind of crazy," said Valerie. "I don't blame the rest of the A-List for not believing you."

"But it's true!" insisted Star. "I saw it with my own eyes! I'm not making it up. Come on, Val, you really never noticed anything weird about him when you two were together?"

Valerie pursed her lips and folded her arms, looking off to the side. "I didn't say that."

"You mean you have noticed something weird about him?" asked Star eagerly.

"Nothing like his freckles glowing, but uh—well, you know that I've been dabbling a little in ghost hunting ever since that Phantom dick lost my dad his job."

"Yeah," said Star. "I mean, I've seen some ghost-hunting gadgets in your room. Are you still doing that? Going after Danny Phantom for revenge, I mean?"

"Never mind that," said Valerie, waving her hand to dismiss the question. "But there were a couple of times when my ghost detectors went off around Danny. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, that there just happened to be another ghost somewhere nearby, but it's happened so many times around just him and no one else. So it must be something about him that sets off my detectors."

"What about him?" asked Star. "I mean, do you have a guess?"

"My only guess is that it has something to do with his parents' research," said Valerie. "Like he just carries some spectral residue from home sometimes. Or else he's just been exposed to some kind of spectral radiation that he's been breathing in or soaking up in his skin."

"Have you ever used the detectors around his parents? His sister? She goes to our school," said Star. "Or what about his friends, Manson and Foley? They go to his house all the time, I think."

"Hmm." Valerie thought for a moment. "No, they've only ever gone off around Danny. Never his sister or his friends or even his parents."

"But what does that mean?" asked Star.

Valerie shrugged, running her shoe over some loose gravel on the ground. "It means there's definitely something weird about him. Maybe weird enough to make his freckles glow."

"So you believe me when I say his freckles glow?" asked Star, glad to get even just one person to believe she wasn't crazy right now.

"It wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've seen," said Valerie. "I've seen a lot of weird things, Star. Ever since ghosts started appearing in Amity Park, literally anything seems possible to me. I mean, I never thought ghosts were real before."

Star looked up at the sky, searching for signs of any ghosts that might be flying above them. "Neither did I," she murmured.

Valerie checked the time on her watch. "I have to get back to work." She pointed a finger at Star. "But promise me you'll leave Danny alone, all right? Or you're gonna have to answer to me, friend or not."

Star cocked her head. "Do you still like him? I mean, like, like him like him?"

Valerie smiled fondly. "What's not to like? He's sweet, he's funny. Pretty cute, too."

The memory of Fenton's smile flashed in Star's head, causing her to blush and attempt to shake it out.

"But he and I aren't ever happening," said Valerie, smoothing out her work shirt and adjusting her hat. "But I'll tell you what, whoever does finally land that boy is gonna be one lucky girl."

Star could feel even more warmth creeping into her face but tried to play it off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "As if. That geek isn't any kind of prize."

Valerie shrugged. "Agree to disagree, I guess."

Valerie opened the back door and reentered the Nasty Burger. Star made a face and started on her way back home, trying to come up with the best yes-or-no question to ask Fenton, one that would somehow reveal whatever his big secret was.

Part 13

[reef-sys]

For the ask game: 99, 77, 36, 17, 4, 5 :D

99. id like to think id say something meaningful but id probably panic and make a dick joke or something

77. just kindness really. honestly. just listening to me and caring about what im saying. thats so sick. like. when you can tell people actually care.

36. to me, art is the product of human creation. its someone deciding to make something. art is often a reflection of the creator in a really cool way. i feel like im not explaining well but basically this.

17. that i was doing my homework. im not im doing this lol. math can wait.

4. i think about a lot of things but the first thing that came to mind is who i want to be and how it would be when im finally able to be that person. and how to get there

5. “no” (from my brother)

[currentfandomkick]

Adding on to the issue? Danny comments that their patron spirit is legit draining and killing him.

So one of the reasons Danny is dying is that the very entity that embodies their city and has kept them from dying in Gotham is actively being a parasite on this child who is dying Because the bats kept interfering with his desperate attempts to leave.

Anyone wondering how Jason would feel about the very spirit that brought him back from the dead as his death was unjust in her POV as it was away from her. That same spirit is killing a kid who wants to go home. Just like he had when he was dying in Ethiopia and trying to save his bio mom and himself from the bomb.

And can anyone even read his schematics? Even with the math as a universal language, I doubt the same can be said about the periodic table.

So Danny, having accepted his impending death while Tim is trying to get Danny home. Jason is having an existential crisis.

Bruce and Damian are feeling especially guilty as they understood Danny and told everyone to treat him as hostile and were in a tizzy about a LOA agent making devices that resembled teleportation between worlds.

This is not a LOA agent.

This is a child being killed by their city spirit who is actively consuming this child’s actual soul. This is a kid who fought them tooth and nail trying to get home and they were the ones stopping him. Bruce’s paranoia being why the kid is dying.

Damian feeling like he backslid in learning to apply compassion to others as he did not extend it to this kid his age who used an old LOA dialect. Which should have been a sign more was going on but he had tunnel vision when the idea of the LOA being active in Gotham again.

Dick, let him be in space and come back to a kid that is dying as Gotham’s Spirit is actually preying on him.

Hell, Dick can even remove him from the observatory, kick him into one of Blud’s and get people helping the kid get back home.

Stephanie can even have the weird relationship with Danny making jokes about having died herself and come back (screw the ‘faked her death’ storyline. Stephanie came back and was terrified of what it meant to be rejected by death and forcibly brought back by the city spirit as ‘others offered to take your place as you saved them. So you can live for now.’)

Have stephanie and Danny make jokes about dying and being told by death ‘fuck you, go back.’ Only Danny is being dragged to death by a spirit he can’t physically fight and Stephanie is in favor of Danny staying away from Gotham for his own safety.

And let the others not know about this as ‘how do you explain that to a family that never stopped grieving Jason Todd, Robin 2’ even after Jason came back as Red Hood.

Cass gives him pictures of the stars from different locations. Babs keeps trying to get Danny to fight back, but he is visibly less responsive each day.

Up to writer if Danny passes before the portal to danny’s dimension is fixed.

For anyone asking where Duke is, you have OptionsTM as his powers vary a lot and depending on what his relationship is with the others and how they perceive him changes what steps and actions he may take. List below!

Duke clocks Danny as Nonhuman the one time he runs into Danny and kickstarts the Batfam ‘oh shit thats not LOA’ issue

Duke is the only one able to transport Danny outside of Gotham despite others attempts. This is the wakeup call that Danny is a victim in a horror movie and they are helping the monster.

Duke and Danny bother the fuck out of each other. Danny can clock Duke’s BS about never getting up to shit while Duke sees through Danny’s tells despite not having a language in common (his weakening ecto-field changes shapes depending on bis emotions. Can also project them.) duke Hates this. Danny can’t stand the glowstick as he reminds him of thinking heroics would be better than it was for him.

Duke’s future vision let him see Danny dying. He’s the one who blurts out that Danny’s trying to go home and if he doesn’t get there not only will Danny die, but a bunch of pissed off metas from that realm will come and personally raze gotham in unending droves for killing Their Guardian Ghost Boy. This kicks most of the batfam from sad boy hours to ‘oh fuckfuckshit.’

Duke decides Danny is His Friend Now Motherfuckers and even when Danny is back in his dimension? Duke uses the shadow teleportation thing his umbrakinesis lets him do to visit danny

Duke legit finds out about this Whole Mess and asks Danny what his dimension is like. Uses the ectoplasm to teleport him and Danny into the Far Frozen and konks out after doing so as Lots Of Power to do so. Batpanic as Danny ‘must have kidnapped Duke.’ Danny and Duke understand each other via Ghost Speak. Duke is the only one who can understand as Clocky likes him and gave him that ability as a treat with the future vision.

Combos of the above! Mix and match to your personal preference

Duke striaght up struggles with Danny’s Death Aura and is sick around him. Still tries to help but fuck his life, ectoplasm = debilitating migraine… and as Danny dies Duke can be closer to him with less injury but it’s still an issue that Danny is dying and Duke is out here trying to find out how he can help. Possibly bugs some of the rogues to help as they are more chill with him as the newest bat and a meta. Ivy may or may not make ecto-filtering and producing plants to help.

Step 1: Get stuck in another dimension. Step 2: build a portal back to the Ghost Zone. Step 3: Leave.

Danny's got it down to a science at this point. It barely takes him a week to get back home. (Except for the time the dimension he landed in was in the stone age, but we don't talk about that.)

Step 1 was easy enough, if involuntary. Now, step 2 is where it's all going wrong.

This dimension's language isn't one he speaks. That's fine, maybe adds a day or two to the search for parts, but the main problem is the people dressed in Halloween costumes, speaking like they're from a Shakespearean play who always find him and wreck his portal.

And it's not like he can just move to a different city, this one's soaked in ectoplasm. He'd have to spend a pretty fair amount of time searching for another place as saturated as this one.

Meanwhile, the Bats are not having a good time. Some League or League-adjacent member speaking a barely intelligible form of the League dialect keeps attempting to build some sort of weapon in Gotham, and refuses all communication in English.

(AKA: Danny is stuck in another dimension where his English is their League dialect. He just wants to go home now, please.)

[thestagsheadsblog]

Seeing You Again (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader, Childhood Friends

Word Count: 2.4K

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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Note: Thanks for all the love on this fic and sorry for the looong delay on this chapter!

"A new letter from the USS Blue Balls came in the mail!"

Hearing your sister's voice from the entrance hallway you dashed out of your room to meet her in the kitchen, snatching the letter out of her hand.

"Read it to me," she requested.

"Absolutely not," you laughed as you inspected the postage. Direct from the Fleet Post Office in San Francisco, otherwise no evidence whatsoever as to where Bob may have been at the moment the letter was posted. 

Emily shrugged and poured herself some cereal. "It's actually really cute that he writes you letters like he's off fighting in the Civil War or some shit. 'My dear Miss Y/L/N'," she teased with an exaggerated good ol' boy Southern accent. "Most guys would just send a picture of their dick and leave it at that."

"Robbie is a bit more sentimental than that," you smiled, tempted to open the letter then and there.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind a picture of whatever he is packing," she estimated, ignoring your eyeroll and refusal to respond. 

This was the third letter you had received from Bob since he had left. You occasionally got texts and emails from him, of course, but his internet access was sporadic at best and the letters became the most effective way to have a meaningful 'conversation' over the weeks he had been at sea. 

Before he left, you had met one last time in San Diego; his bags packed and dressed in the same khaki uniform he had worn the first night you saw him at The Hard Deck. 

"I didn't know aircraft carriers had mailing addresses," you said in wonderment as he handed you a slip of paper containing details of his carrier, squadron, rank and a San Francisco address in neat script.

"It's more of a forwarding service," he explained. "Anything sent there will get to me...eventually. Just be aware that they may, uh, read everything you send."

You smiled at the blush rising on Bob's cheeks as he talked about the prospect of their private correspondences being read by strangers at the post office. 

"So no snail mail sexting is what you're telling me?" you joked.

Bob laughed and grew impossibly redder. "I don't think they care so much about what my girlfriend has to say to me as they do about security threats but...yeah. They may still read it."

You swallowed and looked up at him with a quirked brow. "Your girlfriend?"

Bob looked back, eyes blown wide in panic. "Sorry...I just thought...you know, the way things were going," he raked his hand through his hair. "I probably should have asked you if that was the case-"

You pulled him down into a kiss to put him out of his misery. He sighed in relief against your lips. 

"Now I can finally tell all the mean girls in 4th period math that Robbie Floyd is actually my boyfriend without it being a lie," you said with a cheeky smile as he pressed his forehead against yours.

While you were elated to know that you and Bob had finally made your relationship official, your joy quickly subsided into an uneasy wistfulness. You hated to see him go. It brought back heartsick memories of crawling to the back window of your mom's minivan, waving at your best friend as he chased you down the street as fast as his legs could take him, until you disappeared around the bend following your dad's U-Haul. You wouldn't see each other again for 17 years. 

The day after Bob's carrier had departed from North Island your mood had matched the gloom of the marine layer that settled over San Diego. Your last message to him on your phone remained unseen. He was officially off-the-grid, your only comfort being a handwritten address to San Francisco. 

You had felt a bit silly sitting down to handwrite your first letter. You hadn't written a personal correspondence via snail mail since your parents made you send letters to Santa Claus at the North Pole. Mailing something to an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean seemed just as whimsical and preposterous. Would he ever read it or, like your letters to the North Pole, would you be sending this letter for your own sake? You had to believe he would, so you took to the task with just as much sincerity as your childhood wish lists.

Lieutenant Floyd, I should have sent this letter 17 years ago, but at least now you finally have proof to show your friends confirming that you have a girlfriend... 

Even though you were more than certain Bob held a deep affection for you, you were still hesitant at this early stage in your relationship; more so now that he was going to be gone for months. You didn't want to wax poetic about your feelings for him, nor did you want to go full pornographic by divulging everything you wished you had done with him before he left. Instead, you approached the letter as though he were just beside you, a form of pillow talk that he could enjoy during his rare moments of downtime, sitting in his officer's berth just below the flight deck.  

You told him how the weather had turned as soon as he left, how Emily had tried to talk you into going to The Hard Deck again (something you were in no way interested in doing without him being there). You told him about how your mom asks how he is fairing more often than she does her own daughters. You updated him on the shows he is missing that you will need to binge together; the latest shitty Hallmark movie with terrible acting you will force him to watch. You confessed that San Diego wasn't the same without him and that you hoped to get a letter from him soon. 

You had frowned as you came to the end of the letter, unsure how to sign off. Your pen hovered over the paper before quickly inscribing Love, and your name. You folded and sealed the letter in an envelope before you could overthink your words and the next day you had popped it into the nearest mailbox, next stop San Francisco.

Weeks went by before his first letter arrived, dingy and banged up as though it went through a war zone. Forwarded to Dr. Y/L/N and your home address. 

In classic Bob style, he was polite and eager in his letter, thanking you for writing to him, expressing how he had hoped to get something from you at every Mail Call, confessing how he was missing you too. He wrote in deliberately vague details about his work and in explicit minutiae on the sophomoric antics of his shipmates. He told you about how long it had taken him to get used to sleeping on a carrier again, to the sound of the catapult and Growlers landing just over his stateroom. He refused in advance to watch the Hallmark movie you suggested (a toothless claim if you ever read one). He explained how it was possible to still feel lonely when you were in close quarters with over six-thousand people. He couldn't wait to get back to San Diego. 

At the bottom of the page, he had signed off Love, Robbie. 

Each subsequent letter was more substantial than the last as though you were both working through your hesitancy - unsure of how much enthusiasm and candidness you could unload on the other without crossing into the territory of a Stage 5 Clinger. By the third letter, Bob had apparently thrown caution to the wind and you marveled at the thick weight of the envelope which you could only assume contained more than just notebook paper. 

Despite Emily's protestations, you set the most recent letter aside in your room to read when you got home from work. The letters deserved to be treated better than a common text for immediate consumption. Half the excitement was waiting until the end of the day, theorizing for hours on what he may have written about or what was included in the envelope that had come from a ship halfway around the world. Your workload at the office always suffered from your daydreams on the days you knew you had a letter waiting at home. 

That night you grabbed a quick dinner, poured yourself a glass of wine and kicked the door to your bedroom closed with a buzz of anticipation. How a long-distance relationship with such sporadic contact still managed to bring you so much happiness was something you might never fully understand, but you knew it had more than a little to do with the comfort of knowing Bob was out there somewhere and he was thinking of you...a lot apparently, if this latest letter was any indication.   

You set your glass on the nightstand and finally tore the envelope open, unfolding Bob's thick letter and releasing a small stack of photographs that fell onto your lap. 

Setting the letter aside for a moment you picked up the photos to inspect them. A smile spread across your face as you looked at the image of you and Bob at no more than eight years old, sitting on the swing set that his father had assembled in their backyard. You chuckled at your gap-toothed grins and the glasses that were too big for Bob's face even back then. The next photo was from Halloween a few years later, each of you in a silly costume and a pillowcase full of candy, with neat cursive on the back confirming Halloween 2000. 

Photo after photo displayed little snippets of your childhood, some you remembered being taken as clearly as if it had been yesterday and others unearthed long forgotten memories of your life on that quiet street. You laughed aloud at a photo of you and Bob smiling innocently with a bucket of water balloons while a soaked Emily sobbed just out of focus behind you. 

"Okay, I need to know what he wrote that's making you laugh so much," Emily's voice came from just outside your bedroom door.

"Come in," you said. "You need to see these."

Emily entered your room and flopped on the bed beside you. You handed her the photographs and turned your attention to Bob's letter. 

"No way," she said in wonderment. "Where did he find these?"

As soon as I told my mom I had run into you a few months ago and we were hanging out she went digging in our attic to find these pictures. She mailed to me on the carrier a few weeks ago. I thought you'd like to see them too. I got a good laugh out of some of them. 

"His mom found them and sent them on to him," you explained as you continued reading his letter.

"He had his mom dig out all these old photos of the two of you?"

"I don't think he made her, but she did."

"And he sent them to you..."

"That's what was in with this letter," you replied.

Emily propped herself up on her elbow and looked at you directly. "Girl," she exhaled. "This man is in love with you."

A blush bloomed on your face, and you found yourself at a loss. You didn't want to brush off her words or deny her theory, but you felt more than a bit overwhelmed. You were certain no one had ever been in love with you before, much less someone of the caliber of Bob. You weren't quite sure whether you were ready to admit that love may be a part of this equation. 

"Like, normally I'd have my doubts because he's on an aircraft carrier with thousands of dudes and of course that could make some men mushy and desperate-"

"There's women on carriers now," you pointed out.

"Yeah, like two," she rolled her eyes. "I doubt many guys on that ship are sending literal hand-written dissertations to their childhood sweethearts every few weeks. Much less ones they haven't even slept with yet." 

You sighed. You felt lucky and elated, but you also wanted Bob to come back. There was a staggering itch of unfinished business between the two of you that these letters were doing little to scratch. If anything, they made it more urgent. 

"If you don't fuck his brains out the instant-"

"Stop!" you laughed, smacking Emily with the nearest throw pillow. 

"I'm serious!" she laughed in turn, blocking the pillow assault with her forearm. "All these letters and being on a carrier for months, he'll probably propose immediately after he cu- Ow! And I'll have to look for a new roommate!"

Emily rolled away, still giggling from your attack. You tempered your own laugher as you picked up his letter again.

"Well, you have a few months to plan for that," you lamented. "He's not going to be back anytime soon."

"More time to build the sexual tension," she sniggered. "Not that you need any more of that..."

You kicked Emily out to read the remainder of Bob's letter in peace. Despite what your sister had claimed, there were no exuberant professions of love in his words, but you had to admit the sentiment was there, nonetheless. He was not writing to just an old friend. These were love letters even if the only time the actual word appeared was just prior to his name at the end of his last page.   

Your wine finished and Bob's letters re-read from front to back for the nth time, you sat down to begin penning your next correspondence. You felt emboldened by Emily's foresight (and the wine, most likely) and wanted to nail down the plans for Bob's return. You wanted to meet him pier-side on North Island. It was an intimate request, something usually reserved for family, but if what Emily suspected was true, it wouldn't be too outlandish. At least you hoped Bob would welcome the offer.

Like your first letter, you stuffed and sealed the envelope before you could second-guess yourself. Bob may very well be in love with you, but you couldn't be one-hundred percent certain, not until he had returned, and you could see where your relationship lead. The only acute certainty you had was that you were unflinchingly, positively stupidly, head over heels in love with Bob. 

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[wintersoldier2005]

look. if you had sat next to my roommate all year and listened to the sisyphean conversation she had with people about how she's romani where she asks them not to use the g-slur and they proceed to use it a thousand times because they literally don't care. if you had been there when one boy just went on a tangent about how much his roommate wants to kill all the g-slurs. if you had been there when she came into our dorm and begged my gadji ass to go across the hall and explain why they shouldn't call her it even as a joke, because she coudn't anymore. if you could read the look she gives me that i know like the back of my hand that means she's asking me to explain it all this time cause she's done trying.

and then after all of that, if you all had seen her face when i told her that her favorite character, dick grayson, is canonically roma? you would never whitewash him again. you sure as hell would not be online doing the math on 'how romani' he is like he's an animal with breeds you can divide into percents. you would not be nitpicking every single ounce of roma representation he gets. that's all i'm saying

[wornoutmouse]

Fun fact: demon slayer starts in 1912 and ends in 1927(or at least that's when the Tashio era ends). Using that math Tanjiro (as long as he kept his health good) would very well be alive today at the ripe age of like 78 if my math is correct since he started as 13 in the series. (My math probably wrong asf)

Power imbalance, power bottom reader, knife play,  blood but not blood play...

He hated you.

Your very being irked him more than anything he'd ever experienced in all his centuries of living. You were clumsy, boisterous, and played that arrogant music all throughout your home while walking around half naked. Well in Muzan's opinion you were half naked, he couldn't even begin to describe his disbelief at the trend of exposing skin. 

It didn't help that you had that insignificant filth running through your veins. At first he was unsure, after all this was a completely different country than Japan, not to mention your darker skin and coiled hair. But no, he could smell and recognise the Kamado blood running through your veins just as strongly as it had run through all your ancestors. 

Completely undiluted. 

At the very beginning when you first moved in, you  came to his home. Knocking aggressively on his front door already getting off to the wrong start. When he opened it, you slipped past him and walked into his living room barely even saying hello as you put poorly decorated sugar cookies on his obsidian coffee table. "This is a nice place you got here Mj." 

Muzan's eyes twitched, that joke had long since gotten old since he moved to America. 

Now that you were closer he could definitely smell, the century old stench of rivaling bloodlust simmered just below your onyx skin. At any moment he expected you to attack him in some way or form. "Anyways I'm here to say hello neighbor, my name is Y/n and I'm your new best friend!"

Your happy attitude also agitated him to no end. Even though the knowledge of demons had dwindled down to only a few select families, even basic humans were wary of him as their baser instincts made them aware of his dangerous origins. This fact had long since forced Muzan to only prey on the elderly to survive. You had stayed a bit longer babbling about some nonsense that Muzan never acknowledged as he watched you from a good distance.

"You know you really got to add more to your wardrobe than 1963 suits." You walked from the back of his home, an area that he didn't even notice you wandered to. Finally getting bored, you open his door bidding your farewells. 

Just before leaving you stop and with a cheeky grin say, "If you ever need anything just come on over. We Kamado's are known for our kindness." 

Since then he'd been on edge around you. The point of relocating was for him to keep a low profile but now it seems he'd have to come face to face with an old nemesis reborn. 

Muzan snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch as he pierced his hand with his nail. He watches the dark blood well up from the wound and drip down his wrist. In the end this world had long since lost its hostility dwindling the average human incapable of basic combat. Giving you were no doubt a great descendant, Muzan failed to see you as a true threat.  

But one can never be too sure

🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢🥢

You heard a knock on your door, soft and hesitant. "I don't think I'm expecting company." You checked your watch and peered out of a nearby window. It was at least 8 at night, you were braless wearing sweats with a red T-Shirt and on your way to bed.  In the back of your mind you visualize your two grand-uncles Inosuke and Zenitsu coming over to make you spectate their fights. For two old dudes they still had enough strength in them to do hip breaking nonsense.

You open the door shocked to see your next door neighbor standing before you. For once he wasn't wearing a suit that cost more than your house. His attire was still expensively dressed but in a more casual sense, that being a black dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up displaying his pale skin. "Can I come in?" A dazzling smile you had never seen before practically blinds you as he walks past you into your home.

When Muzan walks in his eyes immediately dart to the clear as day Nichirin Blade sword displayed recklessly on your living room wall above your couch. "You like it?" A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, "Got it from my grandpa, he says it's really special but I feel like he's exaggerating. You know how old people are." Muzan shakes out of his stupor. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, however I do know that it's much more wise to listen to your elders than ignoring…..It could save your life."

Muzan replicates you and puts a hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. This was it, he'd go in for the kill and it would be over, the amount of blood he'd pump into you would be enough to watch you meet a satisfying end of combustion completely untraceable if the police were to get involved. How he wishes he'd be there when your poor grandfather walks along your remains splattered on every surface in your living room. Unable to do a thing as he's finally in his last stretch of life. 

The beauty.

Muzan's finger only twitches in the slightest before pain sparks from his own neck. "The thought of you coming into my own home unprovoked and at night no less, was the most obvious sign one could ask more." You had his hand gripped so tight your veins popped while your other hand held a small pocket knife that burned  brighter than any Nichirin sword he'd ever encountered. He didn't understand, he was quick enough to kill even the best of the ancient Hiroshima. So how did a little foreign girl like you get the upper hand?

It was embarrassing and almost laughable if any of his pillars were alive to tell the tale.

You press the blade harder before bringing your other hand to caress Muzan's cheek,  "Did you think I'd be just an ignorant descendant of an infamous hero?" You clicked your teeth disappointingly. "How naive, you've really become lazy after all these millennia huh?" You walk forward, pushing Muzan back with seductive strength. He allows you to push him into your couch,  I say allow because at any time he could have stopped you.  

Muzan is most definitely not holding me at gunpoint right now. 

The knife never wavers even as you climb into Muzan's lap, pressing it even closer against his jugular. "You do know getting beheaded will not kill me, and I doubt this petty little kitchen knife will get the job done in the first place." Your lips draw into a smirk and you press the knife closer as you trail it down his chest, "That may be true but it's gonna take one hell of a time for you to grow back." Your hand jerks down, popping his shirt buttons open.

Muzan watches with interest, your eyes light up as more skin becomes exposed. The tones of your dark skin contrast strikingly as you caress his pectoral with the tips of your fingers. "For a 1,000 year old grandpa you look decent." Still threatening his life with your blade, you kiss him. It's deep and carnal. Your lustful desires being made known as you grind in his lap. The flesh of your ass snuggly hotdogs the forming outline of his cock. "I've always wanted to be with a demon. You've had to of become a real freak after living this long!"

When you pull away Muzan's thin lips are pink and a bit swollen. He is out of breath despite needing none, "You have a lot of nerve for a mere human." With your free hand you loosen the belt of his slacks, only standing to pull them off, pleased when Muzan voluntarily raises his hips to aid you. 

Don't get him wrong, he was still planning on killing you and ending your wretched bloodline once and for all, he just needed his mind to clear itself. Your scent, your confidence, strung him along like a puppet. His hands grip onto your ass cheeks like a lifeline. Molding them between his fingers, even giving them a shake through your sweats. His nails elongate and puncture the thick fabric as if it was nothing more than a spider web. 

Your sweats are tugged off completely leaving your lower half nude. Muzan moves his hands to hold your ass again but your blade politely makes itself known. You are out of breath and clearly flustered. "Watch yourself, demon, I'm the one calling the shots, don't forget that." Muzan bites his tongue with sharp glare. He raises his hands in surrender, "Of course." 

Muzan can feel your wetness against his leg and it's driving him insane. "Hey…" red eyes refocus on yours, "You ain't got any diseases do you? And you can't get me pregnant right?" Muzan smirks hands enclosing around your ass despite your protest. "I can, however it will cost a lot more than doing it once." The odds didn't seem in your favor but you were in no position to stand down and grab a condom and Muzan knew it.

You curve the blade towards his chin, "If you are lying and give me some ancient unknown disease or I find out you have superman sperm, I will kill you." Muzan links his lips, "Wasn't that the plan from the beginning or have you had a moment of level headedness?" Your wrist is quick and precise, cutting a thin slash along his jawline., not enough to scar and it barely even bled, but the threat was clear.

You grab Muzan's dick and use your thumb to attack the underside with fast strokes. Said man doesn't react outwardly, the only sign being his eyelids lowering by a fraction. "Were you always this well endowed or did you adjust this part too?" Muzan was not amused by your insinuation. Deciding to once again display the true power imbalance this situation had, he loops his arms underneath your large thighs and lifts you just enough to thrust his cock against your hole. 

From there he let's go, making you plop down on his length, making you yelp and allowing him to lean back with a relaxed sigh. You were so warm and tight. Now even though I explained what had happened with great detail,  keep in mind that in reality it all happened within a fraction of a second. 

Your large and in charge persona was cracking.  You gripped Muzan's sides tightly as your pussy spasmed around his girth. "F-Fuck it's too….." you trail off not wanting to give Muzan the credit he was truly due. 

It takes a few moments for you to get your bearings all the while Muzan and his dangerous jaw swayed in the crevice of your neck. A viper playing with its prey. The blade is back against his neck once again making his cock twitch. If he were human this would be a dangerous feat.  Your grip never slacked nor lessened against his neck, slicing into a growing wound that dropped dark blood down his chest and to his abdomen. 

His dick stretched your pussy and made it weap on each downstroke. Muzan's hands grip onto the cheeks of your ass with gritted teeth.  Your insides gripped him ever so slightly.  Sucking him back in as if he belonged there.  He felt used and it felt good.  His black ringlets stuck to his face from sweat and his red eyes grew in intensity. 

He couldn't see much of your body, hell he could barely even touch. In the back of his mind humorous thoughts such as how he knew Tanjiro would lose his sanity if he knew his granddaughter was being bedded by the man he despised. But the more you bounced, the more you squeezed, the deeper you cut into his neck proved that you were truly the one in charge. 

"Oh God you're so deep!" Your deep almond eyes shut themselves with pleasure. Muzan could feel your legs shaking with exertion at the same rhythm your pussy twitched. His balls felt tight after having no action in over a dozen years. "F-Faster." He has no care for your blade, only wanting to cum and feel the sweet ecstasy he knew your creamed pussy would provide. "Come on human, go faster." Muzan locks lips with you, gaze hardened and intent on proving some sort of point.

Tossing the knife you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his head closer. Red eyes target brown ones as his hands take a stronger grip on your ass. He uses his strength to bounce you. The sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass is just as disgusting as it is sexy. Your nipples rub against his through your tank-top making you both moan. The feeling blood stains your shirt making you shiver from the cool wetness

The couch you rest on bangs against the wall behind you the faster you both go. Muzan's feet are planted firmly in the ground, his fangs further elongated. He looks feral and it is in this moment where you get a glimpse of the horror many people felt when he took their lives. "Focus little Kamado, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" 

Muzan's hips meet yours, spreading the tempo. Your juices coat his lap before finally you tense up completely into a cramp inducing stance as Muzan impaled you on his cock one last time. "Ahh.." Muzan empties himself within you with a relieved sigh. 

Maybe the Kamado bloodline could go on.

[divinerulerluvr]

Womanizer

Summary - Warren Lipka picks you up after studying to have some fun and buy time.

Warnings - basic smut with a bit of a pain kink, breeding kink, that's the main things idk what else to advise you about.

A/N - I feel we need more warren shit on tumblr since he is arguably one of Evan's best characters outside of ahs. this fic has nothing to do with the plot of American animals so no spoilers ahead.

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Warren’s car comes speeding down the road, skidding to a stop where i stand on the sidewalk.The window was rolled down, letting me see his pretty face. “Hiya there, stranger,” he jokes, a smile on his lips.

Chuckling, i walk around the car and get into the passenger side. It was late at night and i had just finished studying for my exam on Monday and who better to call at two in the morning on a Friday than Warren?

The moment I had buckled my seatbelt, Warren drove off. He always drove like he was in a car chase. It scares me sometimes but we’ve never been pulled over or gotten into a crash.

His music plays loudly, only making him drive faster. He tends to get lost in the moment. “What were you studying this time?” he asks, looking over to me as he pulls up to an abandoned intersection at a stoplight.

“The uh, Stonewall Riot of 1969,” I answer, looking over to meet his eyes. My minor was in Social Justice so of course, the Stonewall Riot was a topic we’d talk about. “Cool. That chick who was like, the leader of the riots was cool,” Warren replies, driving again when the hue of the green light filled the dark car.

I just nod, looking out my window. It was late at night so not a lot of people were out on the roads. The occasional drunk person or car was all you could spot. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks me.

It was always a dreaded question. Warren knew this, that’s why he always hesitated to ask. Sometimes he’d just drive around with no destination in mind because we had nowhere to go or be. I never wanted to go home and neither did he.

“I don’t know,” I say with a heavy sigh. Warren pulls into an abandoned parking lot, screeching the car to a stop and putting it in park. He grabs something out of the cup holder and I see he holds a joint.

He lights it, inhaling it first before offering it to me. “I stopped smoking weed,” I turn down. Warren smiles, a look of playful shock in his eyes. “My god, Y/n. Repenting, I see,” he jokes, taking another hit on the joint.

“I hope you don’t think you’re better than me now,” he comments, leaning back in his seat. He turns down the music a bit, silencing ‘Piano Man’ by Billy Joel. “How's college?” Warren asks me, his eyes studying my face.

The only source of light was from the dim street lamp that Warren had parked next to. I shrug, my lips pressed together. “Fine. Stressful but I can handle it,” I answer, resting my head back on the seat.

“You look tired,” Warren notices, his eyes evaluating my face like I was some complex math equation. I chuckle weakly. “Thank you for that,”

“College is bullshit, anyway. All the famous and rich people dropped out of high school. Let alone graduated college,” Warren tries to comfort. “All you need to succeed is money and charisma. And to be honest, Y/n, you’re already halfway there,”

I turn my head to look at him, a small smile spreading on my lips. “You think I’m charismatic?” I ask. Warren nods, exhaling smoke from his joint out of his rolled-down window. “Charisma is mostly how attractive you are and the other half is being nice so, yeah,”

“That is the nicest thing I think you have ever said, Lipka,” I say, almost surprised by his compliment. He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks away from me. “The weed makes me nice,” he excuses.

“I have to agree,”

“You are very pretty though,” Warren states, his voice lowered with affection. I turn my head back to face him, seeing the forlorn look in his dark eyes as he looks at me. “You’re pretty, too,” I compliment in return, reaching out and twirling a strand of his shaggy, brown hair around my finger.

Warren places his hand on my thigh in return, his eyes heavy on mine as his thumb rubs small circles on my inner thigh. “Third hookup of the month?” Warren suggests.

“That’d be the last one and it’s only the sixteenth,” I reply. He and I had this rule that since we were friends with benefits that we got three hookups a month. It keeps order in our friend group. Warren sighs, a look of disappointment on his face. “So?”

I roll my eyes playfully, feeling his hand creep further up my thigh and closer to my core. “Fine,” I say as if I were tired of arguing but in reality, I really wanted it as well. He leans over the center console of the car, his lips locking with mine without hesitation.

Kissing back, my fingers tangle in his hair as his fingers rub my clit lightly through the fabric of my pants. I moan into the kiss, my free hand going to his dick and palming him through his jeans.

Warren pulls from the kiss first, his eyes dark with lust and his cheeks red. “Backseat,” he instructs vaguely. With a simple nod, I crawl into the backseat, already taking off my leggings and tee shirt as he joins me in the backseat.

I help him take off his shirt, running my hand up his toned torso, feeling his warm skin. He does the same to me, his hand running down my bare leg. He lays me across the seats, pulling my panties off in one clean motion before settling between my legs.

Our lips meet again, my hands on his face to deepen the kiss. The kiss was hot and desperate. Sex with him was always like this. Like he was going to die if he didn’t fuck me in the next five minutes.

Warren was a very impatient man. Which causes for hot and oh so unholy sex.

His hand travels down between our bodies, slipping under my bra and playing with my breasts. I arch my back, my moans silenced by his lips. The car was already getting hot, causing a thin sheen of sweat to break out on our skin.

My hands go to his pants out of habit, undoing the zipper to his jeans easily. Pulling them down, I pull back the waistband to his boxers to let his dick out. I feel him smile into the kiss, impressed with my eagerness. He didn’t even have to make a snide comment about it, I just knew he was thinking it.

His hands move down my body, stopping at my hips where he holds me in place so he can push into me. His lips leave him, his eyes admiring the way my mouth falls agape as I feel his dick inside of me.

My legs wrap around his waist, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades as he bottoms out inside me. He pushes some hair out of my face, stalling any movements to help me adjust.

“You look so pretty with me inside of you, pup,” he says, his lips grazing over mine in a taunting way. I whimper, a shudder running through my body as he moves his hips just so slightly. “Oh, you want more?” he asks teasingly.

I nod eagerly, giving him my best puppy dog eyes to hopefully make him cave. He runs his thumb over my lower lip before pushing it into my mouth. I gladly accept it, sucking on his thumb as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me roughly.

I screw my eyes shut, my walls clenching as Warren sets a fast and relentless pace right away. My wetness made it easy for him, as he likes to say. Any noises I made were muffled by his thumb in my mouth.

My stomach tightens in knots as pleasure floods over me. Warren pulls his thumb from my mouth, his eyes on mine as he admires his work. Tears gather in my eyes, my skin hot to touch. He caresses my cheek, his hand falling down to my neck where he drags his nails down my neck and trails down to my breasts.

A whimper falls from my lips, my hips bucking to meet his as he continues to fuck me into oblivion. “Warren,” I moan weakly, my voice dripping with submission.

A groan leaves his lips, his eyes closing briefly as he indulges in his own pleasure. “You feel so good, baby. You’re such a good girl,” he praises, his words sending more arousal through my body.

I run my fingers through his hair, our eyes locked. Warren loves to keep eye contact during sex. Says that seeing the look on my face was better than the sex itself.

Already close to my orgasm, Warren runs his hand between our bodies, his fingers locating my clit effortlessly and rubbing slow circles on it to double my pleasure. I moan out, my eyes falling shut again as I bask in the feeling.

Warren removes his hand from my clit, moving to snake under my back so he could flip me around so we were now in doggy style. He quickly resumes his thrusts, hitting deeper inside of me than prior.

I rest my hand on the fogged-up window for stability, my head thrown back. Warren’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling a handful of it. I cry out weakly, his grip on my hair being painful. Using my hair as leverage, he leans back as he fucks me roughly.

Right on the edge of an orgasm, I hold back knowing that Warren liked to make sex last due to my three times a month rule.

Using every ounce of willpower to repress my orgasm, my walls clench around his dick tightly. “Aww, is my baby gonna cum?” Warren asks in a mocking tone, just his mere words making me want to give up my fruitless battle.

I just nod, a pathetic moan leaving my lips as his fingers dig into my hips. “Go ahead, I give you permission,” he allows. With a sigh of relief, I give up everything and let the pleasure take over. With one last cry of his name, I’m falling apart.

The only way to explain an orgasm from Warren was like being able to sit down after running for days and days on end.

My entire body shakes and I find myself relying on his grip on my hips to keep me up. Soft pants leave my lips as my ears ring, my eyes screwed closed as pressure from my veins releases itself all at once.

Warren fucks me through my orgasm, leaving me a shaky mess as he cums inside of me. Ceasing his thrusting, he carefully pulls out of me, running his finger through my soaked slit to admire his work.

Panting, I sit back down on the seat, pulling my panties back on. “Shit. I gotta get to a bathroom now,” I huff, suddenly very aware of how uncomfortable having his cum in me would be. Warren smiles charmingly, shrugging. “Everything’s closed,”

I sigh, getting back into the front seat and pull on the rest of my clothes. Warren follows behind me, pulling his shirt back on as he puts the car into drive. I lean back in my seat, still catching my breath as Warren skirts out of the dark parking lot and onto the main road.

“Just don’t tell my boyfriend, ‘kay?”

“As always, friend,”

[authenticmiya]

hi can u like make a fic of 1984 johnny where reader is daniel's twin sister? and she's like even better at karate than him?? thanksss

Can’t Stay Away - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Reader is Daniels twin sister. Although she’s younger, she will do anything to protect her brother. With full confidence in going to a new school, she soon discovers what the pretty blonde boy is really all about.

Words - 1.5k

A/N - Thankyou for the request my darlin’, I really enjoyed writing this! Feel free to keep sending more, have a great day😘

Reseda was your new home, a fresh start as your mom would say - but it wasn't exactly a good start for your twin brother Daniel.

"Ma isn't going to let this go, you know that right?" You pointed out to his obvious black eye, that he came home with last night.

"Quit talkin' about it Y/N, it's our first day at a new school." Daniel sighed, cycling beside you as you walked.

"This is why you should've taken Karate with me back home." You groaned.

"I said quit talkin' about it, mom could only afford to send one of us to a professional Dojo." Wanting the last word, you continued.

"You still learnt basic stuff involving moves to use in a scenario where self-defence is needed. Are you still not going to take up my offer on helping to train you?" You asked hopefully.

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself." Daniel muttered.

"Tell that to your bruised baby browns." Daniel rolled his eyes but soon enough, the two of you were near the entrance of the high school.

"You going to tell me who it was that hit you before we step foot into the building?" You questioned.

"Are you going to promise not to get into any fights today?" Daniel mocked and if he wasn't your twin, you probably would've hit him.

"Exactly, now let's go." Daniel hopped off his bike and the two of you headed in, that was before he stopped and looked at a group of guys sitting by their motorcycles. They were kind of hot.

"Are you going to introduce yourself to the hot boys?" You joked and Daniel glared at you.

"Promise me you won't go near them." Daniel shrugged his words off like they were nothing, but now you had your suspicions. Were they at the beach last night? Did they hurt your big brother? Thoughts ran through your head but you had to prepare yourself for the first class of the day.

"I've got Math first." You told Daniel, looking around at each of the doors to see if you were in the right place.

"I've got History, so I guess I'll see you in Gym class." Daniel hugged you, before heading off.

"Brace yourself Larusso." You whispered, hoping to at least find someone to talk to.

"Class, we have a new student. You must be Y/N Larusso, class meet Y/N!" The teacher announced and suddenly all eyes were on you as you were greeted with hellos.

“Y/N you can go and sit with Mr Lawrence at the back.” He pointed at the boy who you’d seen earlier this morning.

“Mr Lawrence I hope you make Miss Larusso feel like she’s at home.” The teacher tutted and you sat down beside him. Johnny was unsure on you. Were you related to Daniel? Or was your surname just a coincidence?

“How’d you get the shiner?” You asked Johnny, knocking him out of his questioning thoughts.

“I haven’t even introduced myself pretty lady, I don’t think I will be giving you all of my personal information as of yet.” Johnny smirked.

“As of yet? So tell me Mr Lawrence, am I going to get your first name at least?” He chuckled but was impressed with how confident you were.

“Johnny.” He simply replied, then he noticed the sticker on your notebook. It was an outline of someone performing a side kick.

“I like the sticker.” Johnny admitted, neither of you paying attention to the class, even though you probably should’ve been.

“You like Karate?” You questioned him and he laughed.

“I’m an All Valley Competitor and one of the top students at Cobra Kai.” Oh there he was with his cocky attitude.

“What kind of name is Cobra Kai?” You muttered but he heard you.

“Don’t diss my Dojo like that Y/L/N, you don’t know a thing about Karate.” Johnny snapped.

“Speak to me like that again, and I swear to god I’ll roundhouse kick your ass into next week, got it?” You questioned.

“Oh really? What other moves do you know if you’re so good?” His demeanour had changed completely but deep down, he was fairly impressed you knew anything about his favourite hobby.

“I don’t think I have to explain myself to an All Valley competitor. I’ll have you know I was state champion back home, and I’ve been doing Karate for years.” You sarcastically told him.

“You know what Y/N? I like your attitude. You’re obviously passionate, but I’m not gonna believe it until I see it.” He said, referring to your knowledge of Karate.

“Asshole.” You muttered, only making him smirk more. You couldn’t deny it, he really was a good looking guy, he just came across as a douchebag.

The class seemed to fly by, and it was clear Johnny wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“You following me now pretty boy?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you headed towards gym class.

“We actually have the same class but I’ll take the compliment.” He winked. A few of his friends from earlier that morning had joined his side and it seemed that everyone’s eyes were on you once again.

“Why’s everyone staring?” You asked Johnny but his friend spoke before he could.

“We’re the Cobra Kai’s babe, you should be blessed.” The other blonde guy told you.

“Shut it Dutch, everyone’s just intimidated by us.” Johnny admitted and you had to hold yourself from cringing.

“Yo man last-night was sick, the way you hit Larusso, man it was an honourable night!” Some kid came over. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head. Daniel was now in eye-sight of you and all you could see was red.

“Yeah man, he got what he deserved, flirting with my girl.” Johnny laughed and you stopped in your tracks.

“Class is this way Y/N.” Johnny turned around, noticing you weren’t walking with him anymore. Daniel could see from the distance that he was at, that something was about to go down.

“Why does my sister look so mad?” Daniel asked to Ali.

“She’s around Johnny, he’s probably done something to upset her.” Ali replied.

“Nah she doesn’t get upset, it’s more anger before sadness with her.” Daniel told her.

“Maybe she found out that he was the one who did this to you last night.” Ali suggested and Daniel gulped.

“I need to get her out now.” Daniel handed Ali his bag and was quick to rush over.

“You’re the one who hit my brother last night?” You snapped, clenching your fists.

“Your brother? Wait, what? Daniel is your brother?” Johnny was gobsmacked.

“Are you serious right now? How many people do you know with the surname Larusso?” You threw your arms in the air frustratedly.

“Look Y/N, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Johnny tried to reason with you. Looking past Johnny, you saw your brother coming over.

“Y/N just leave it.” Daniel tried to remove you from the situation but you weren’t having any of it, and you were all sure to be late for Gym class.

“Oh precious face is here to save his sisters ass.” The guy named Dutch chuckled.

“You motherfucker.” You threw your bag towards the ground and punched him in the face. Dutch’s head flew backwards and he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.

“Is that all you got princess?” He joked, getting ready to punch you, but you middle blocked it, before grabbing him and striking him with your knee.

“Dude she’s beating his ass and we’re not doing anything.” One of Johnny’s friends whispered.

“She said she was a state champion in Karate, I didn’t believe her.” Johnny was shocked to say the least.

“Dutch is a dick though.” His friend continued, and some fellow students stopped to watch - shocked that a Cobra Kai was getting his ass whooped.

“Does anyone else have anything to say about my family?” You called out. It was your luck that no teachers or other adults had seen what you had done.

“That’s what I thought.” You gave Dutch one last kick to the face as he was laid on the floor, before turning back to your fallen bags.

“Ma is going to kill you.” Daniel sighed, checking your face for any type of injuries - which once again, you were free from.

“Not if she doesn’t find out.” You told him. The Cobra Kai’s were now quick to see if their friend was okay. Johnny turned to you.

“You’re alright Larusso.” Johnny told you.

“Yeah I am, you’re lucky that isn’t you on the floor.” You said seriously.

“You’d never get me on the floor, I’m just surprised you’re better at defending yourself than your brother is.” Johnny looked at you like you were crazy.

“I managed to do it with him. Listen, stay away from my brother and I, you have a girl anyway.” You spoke to him, leaving Daniel to awkwardly wait a few feet behind you.

“Ex girl.” One of his friends piped up and Johnny shot him a glare before looking you dead in the eye.

“I don’t think I can stay away from you princess, you’re a different kind.”

[babiesdreams]

Hiiii can i ask a hyuck and mark threesome?? Something like hyuck and mark are your tutors but they are really attracted to you but you are very innocent that's why you don't easily notice the light touches they would give during the tutoring sessions. They in the end they got frustrated and decided to corrupt you. I don't know gawd but i just endlessly kept on thinking about mark and hyuck in a corruption kink forgive me 😭 -💛Anon

Hahhahh I understand :p

Are you that innocent? +18 Lee Donghyuck, Lee Minhyung.

Warnings: Raw, against the wall, Oral (male receiving), corruption kink

“So you just have to apply this formula with the numbers they give you in each case and calculate it” Mark explains, while pointing at the notebook in front of you. “Come on Y/n is not that hard” Mark lets out, with an exhausted voice tone. “But you know what is?” Donghyuck whispers to himself. Mark, who hears it, starts laughing at his joke. 

“What did he say?” You ask Mark, while he keeps on laughing uncontrollably.  “Nothing, you won’t get it anyways.” Donghyuck says, moving from his seat to the one you were on. “I think we can stop with maths for today. What if we start with anatomy?” The boy says with a teasy tone, as his brows rise and his lips form a smirk. You look at him, confused and say “I don’t study anatomy dummy” while laughing innocently. 

The boy sighs, slapping his face with his right hand. “You’re really something”  He says, messing your hair with his hand in a cute gesture. You smile at him, feeling somehow comforted by his touch. “Okay, what about this Y/n. Who do you like more, Donghyuck or me?” The question has you even more confused. “I like you both, you’re good teachers” You quickly answer smiling at Mark.

“Okay, okay, let’s put it this way. Let’s say you have to kiss one of us, who would you kiss?” Donghyuck says, creating expectation on Mark, as well, since the question was pretty direct and left no place to misunderstand. “Um... I’d say I could kiss you both, if you wanted kisses you could’ve just asked me” You say cutely, making both of them open their eyes widely, amused at your unexpected ansswer. 

“Really?” Mark asks and you smile at him, opening your arms for him to get there. “Of course, come here” You say, and the boy obeys, getting closer to you. When he’s close enough, you place a kiss on his cheek, making him blush completely from embarrasment. “I knew it” Donghyuck says, letting out another loud sigh. “I want one too” He says right after, but this time, he grabs your hand and makes you follow him all the way to the couch. 

“You know Y/n” His fingers comb your hair, softly and slowly. “I meant other type of kisses” His eyes look deeply into you, which helps him realize how you slowly realize what he meant, getting all blushy as you do. “Would you still like that baby?” He asks softly into your ear. You blush even more at his words, not being able to give an answer. 

Your mind is working hard, Your hot teachers like you? Both of them? They want to kiss you? You blink slowly trying to calm down and process all that information. “I asked a question babe” He says, getting impatient at your lack of answer. You look at him and nod slowly. A smirk grows on his face at your answer and his lips start getting closer to yours.

You feel like everything is happening on slow motion. The way his soft lips collide with yours, the way his tongue plays along with yours, his hand cupping your cheek, the sensation growing up inside of youas the kiss gets more and more heated...

His lips part off yours, letting you breathe while he looks into your eyes as if it was the first time he’s ever seen you. Mark, now sitting next to you, cups your cheek, making your head turn to face him. “May I?” He asks, coming closer to you. You nod again, and close your eyes, full of expectation from the previous kiss. 

Mark’s kiss is far more gentle, you can feel what he’s feeling with his touch, making you feel comforted by that simple action. Donghyuck’s fingers make patterns on your thigh, creating goosebumps all over your skin. Mark pulls off the kiss slowly and gently, now looking at your face and smiling instantly. “Hyuck look, she’s all blushy. How cute” His fingers caress your cheek slightly, making you get even more shy about it.

“I think she’s liking it Mark” Donghyuck replies to the boy, as he gets closer to you and kisses your neck. “I think she’s quite enjoying it” Mark replies to the boy, also kissing down your neck. Your mind goes blank at the different sensations the boys make you feel at once. “I-I-”  You try to speak but you’re unable to make sense out of your thoughts.

“What’s it babe?” Donghyuck whispers in your ear, still caressing your inner thighs softly. “Are you getting wet?” He asks at your lack of answers, making you even more flustered. “I- What?” You say, nervously laughing at his comment. In that exact moment you notice how your panties start feeling uncomfortable. Mark’s laugh makes you come back to real life along with his usual “Dudee” 

You try your best to get your shyness away and look into Donghyuck’s eyes “I am” You say bluntly, making him smirk wider. His fingertips travel closer to your cunt, slowly, making your anticipation grow along with it. “You are not that innocent huh?” He asks you, raising his brows and you nod at him, as bluntly as you can.

But his fingers stop just when he was touching over the wet spot on your panties. Both of his hands get to your waist, grabbing you on his strong arms, getting you over a close wall. Your back rests on the hard wall, his body traps you in.

Your eyes meet his, and his hand rips off your panties, exposing your cunt completely. He starts off with his fingers, getting his index and middle finger inside of you. You can’t resist moaning at his actions. You never even imagined somthing like this happening. “You’re so wet just by that? Really dirty girl” 

His voice makes you fix your eyes on Mark, to avoid getting even more shy at him, but when you see how Mark’s been touching himself at the scene, you get even more turned on. After a couple of seconds being mesmerized by the view, you notice his fingers getting out of you, which makes you look at Hyuck again, faking a pout as you do.

But Hyuck’s smile and his tip on your entrance, makes your expression change. His length slowly enters you, and the positions makes it more intense somehow. And even if he starts off slowly, it doesn’t last for so long. His thrusts are quite fast and deep, which make your body constantly move against the wall and even his hands stop you from falling, it makes certain movements, that make his thrusts wilder. 

“Fuck” Marks groans from across the room. It really doesn’t get you a long time to cum in that position, and he follows right after, filling you up with his cum. As soon as his hands let your body go, Mark walks towards you, getting his hard dick inside of your mouth quickly. 

He thrusts into your mouth while holding your hair softly. His tip reaches the back of your throat everytime he moves, making you gag a couple of times. You feel his dick twitching inside your mouth and just when the first drops of cum brush over your tongue, he gets out of your mouth and cums over your face, making a whole mess out of you. 

“Look at our innocent girl” Mark says, passing his finger over your face full of cum and putting it into your mouth so that you taste it. 

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