#like what the fuck are you male losers worried about?

[apostate-in-an-alcove]

Men spend so much time worrying about whether or not a child is biologically his and live in this fantasyland where men are tricked, on a grand scale, into raising children that aren't theirs meanwhile the fuckers don't actually contribute much into actual childrearing or any domestic labour around the household, even when the children in question are technically his.

[bonefall]

Is there beef with the Holstein cows and you or what was that joke lol

It's kind of wild It's just never come up on this blog before, but I HATE holsteins. Bottom 10 cow breeds for me. I hate how they're so common they account for the majority of milk produced. I hate that they're the "default" cow to the point where some don't even know cattle HAVE other colors. I hate their tiny horns (IF THEY EVEN HAVE THAT. LOSER ASS HORNLESS COW) and their painfully massive udders.

Legit I'm trying so hard to not launch into a No Mouth Must Scream style AM speech-- shoot my hand slipped.

(AM speech about why i dont like holsteins below the cut)

For starters, I have to give a brief lesson on what these terms mean; the "Holstein" is the American strain of the "Frisian" breed. Frisians are an ancient breed from Frisia, in the north of what we now consider the Netherlands. Crosses between the breeds are "Holstein-Frisians."

(There’s even more to this but im keeping it as simple as possible. Also one of my friends is Frisian and she is probably going to kill me for describing it like that.)

Historically, livestock was adapted to the environment they lived in. Frisians were bred by the Frisii people for hundreds of years in extremely grass-rich, lush, flat environments. The "polders" of the northern parts of the Netherlands. They're huge and eat a LOT of food.

Traditional Frisians were developed to produce as much meat and milk from a single individual as possible, without compromising the health of the cattle with constant inbreeding to get quick gains. We are talking about a breed that is over 2000 years old. They had the perfect environment to make The Ultimate Food Cow and by god they did it. I can respect that.

So, take that, drag it across an ocean to a place that does NOT have polders, and add the rapid enshittification of capitalism to it. BAM you've got a fucking holstein.

There is ONE goal for "improving" the holstein. Make More Milk. As long as the black and white milkbag leaks enough, nothing else matters. Health? Fertility? Feed ratio? Ability to not die of infection? WHO CARES. MILK LINE GO UP.

Over 90% of holsteins are inbred to start with, because Milk Line Go Up. To the tune of having an average COI of 8%-- where extreme negative effects (think Hapsburgs) start to crop up around 10%

Holstein bulls are aggressive bastards (many dairy bulls are), so no one wants to keep intact males in their herds, meaning most cows are artificially inseminated

Not being limited by the natural lifespan of a living bull means that the same stud can keep having direct offspring for decades after his death

Toystory the bull had 500,000 calves before he died, and hit over 1 million offspring in 2015. That's ONE animal and to put this in perspective, there are 9 million holsteins in the US.

DON'T WORRY IT GETS WORSE

Not only can 99% of holsteins be traced back to just two bulls-- 99% of male holsteins share one of two exact Y chromosomes with those two bulls.

The gene pool is so small that it's equivalent to about 60 individuals. Warrior Cat allegiances are larger than that. That's barely bigger than modern ThunderClan.

"Massive lack of genetic diversity" does not begin to capture the existential dread of this situation. Mark my words, WATCH, when the Bird Flu finally mutates a strain that rips through a mammalian population, it's gonna be in the USA and it's going to be through our dairy cattle.

This is not prophecy or me laying a curse on the land, this is the natural consequence of basing the stability of US milk production on the equivalent of 9 million clones of two classrooms worth of individuals, and then packing them in close quarters

And we don't have to wait for doomsday for the impacts to be apparent on the cattle themelves

Holstein fertility has also dropped by half since the 1960s when the intensive inbreeding really kicked into high gear

Because their whole body is dedicating all of their resources to milk production, they have a notoriously "bony" frame.

Show judges, however, like this because they think that's a very "feminine" look for a 1600 pound ruminant. Very normal thing to think.

Like. I don't know if i can communicate this to people who don't look at cows a lot (it's not quite as obviously dramatic as a pug skull) but here is a comparison of an "ideal" show holstein and an "unselected" holstein from a herd that's been established as a sort of "control group" for what they looked like back in the 1960s;

The way that the artery on the "modern" cow's belly runs to the udder like a big pink worm freaks me out the most ngl

The udder also bulges out from between the back legs

The show cow is so thin

And then compare these both to a Holstein-Frisian cross who leans more on the Frisian side;

Proper weight, developed legs. Its biggest "problem" is actually just the udder shape-- deep udders, which "hang" low like that, aren't optimal for milk-focused breeds because the higher away from the ground the less chance there is of infection. In that department, the "unselected" holstein clearly outclasses the holstein-frisian.

But it probably won't be surprising to hear that the "show holstein," with its massive, swollen udder, is SUPER prone to infections such as mastitis.

But it is also just more prone to getting sick generally

And, to keep up with these insane demands, holsteins need a TON of food. You aren't going to just turn these things out into a pasture and be done with it. Even its ancestor the Frisian needed premium Dutch polder grass to be such a good cow-- crank that up to 11 with these Monuments to Humanity's Hubrice

The Texas Longhorn developed in semi-feral conditions and can eat a bush to become the best thing in a 10 mile radius. The Scottish Highland was iron-forged in upland moors with a steady diet of turf and rain.

Meanwhile if a Holstein has less than 5 homemade meals a day without poland spring bottled water it will die to death.

And the WORST part? You have to use these if you want to make money in dairy farming. It's WAAY too expensive to just run a suboptimal farm. Their milk isn't great, but they sure do make a lot of it.

...so Holsteins and Holstein-Frisians (and other "super efficient" breeds) have absolutely decimated heritage cattle. The American Milking Devon is a deep reddish brown with gorgeous horns and low maintenance; rare. Randall Linebacks are painted with lines of white speckles down the back and can be used for any purpose; critically endangered. The Niata was a pug-faced cow who could fight jaguars; extinct.

And THAT'S what makes me hate them most of all. I LOVE cows, but whenever I see a reference to one, it's a holstein. It's always boring black and white splotches with big pink udders. They're practically synonymous with "cow" when their homogeniety is actually hiding much cooler breeds from you.

Did you know cows can be tiger-striped?

And that England has its own type of longhorn?

Or that cow horns can twist upwards like an antelope?

And that they can have REALLY LONG ears?

And that they can be blue?

And that's not even getting into some of the cows that have gotten a small crumb of attention lately, such as Highlands, Ankole-Watusi, and Texas Longhorns. There's so many cool cows out there! And they're all really different from holsteins! MOST of them are also a lot healthier and produce tastier milk and meat!

TL;DR yeah i don't like holsteins and I like sniping at them. For reasons both legit and petty.

[kismetlotts]

Kinktober 🎃 day four: Somnophilia!

cw: somnophilia, mentions of drugs and being drugged, being recorded, noncon, pervert loser boyfriend Simon, mentions of rape, mentions of killing, breast play, 'good girl' use, fingering, oral sex, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of oral sex on male, mentions of creampie

You’d said no, and that was somewhat fair. He understood your reasonings- they made sense to him. What if someone went snooping through his things and found the photos? Watching their Lieutenant fuck his girlfriend stupid and images of her body- her wet mouth slobbering all over his fat cock. And what if some enemy came and tracked you down because of them, finding out about his secret lover and using you as leverage. Hurting you, threatening to kill you- raping you? He understood your worries, he didn’t want that happening either.

But did them reasonings stop him? No- of course it didn’t. You just didn’t understand the rage and desperation he was going through- days, weeks: fucking months, without the security of being deep in your tight little pussy. His rough hands cupping nothing but the air as he imagines you with him on his bunk. Tits dangling like diamantés on a chandelier, mesmerising him and wanting him to dive in. Suck, bite- fuck why weren’t you with him? And why the hell did you say no to him taking photos? He loved you, he really really did but he couldn’t thrive out there without something.

So he’d slip a little something into your tea, placing some biscuits on a plate beside the cup to not make it obvious. Your shifts at work sounded hard from the drama you’d gossiped to him, it drove him mad let alone you so he’d gotten into the habit of making you a cuppa before you got home. Walking in and sitting right down before taking a sip, flavour hitting your mouth and relaxing your body simultaneously- or so you thought it was flavour.

His hands would trace your body from behind, rubbing and massaging you slowly to calm you down; not missing your moan and whine as he continued, pressing your body up and into his palms. His jeans were already growing tighter at your noises, his face leant down to inhale the scent of your hair and perfume with a slight aroma of sweat but it only aroused him more. Such a good girl working hard, you deserved more than your shitty little underpaid job. You deserved the world.

His hands slowed their movements and before you could reach for a biscuit you were out cold. The drug overtaking and controlling your body as Simon carefully scooped you into his arms. Carrying you to the bedroom, placing you down on the bed and undressing you fast and hungry.

He was a perverted fucker, taking out his camera and snapping as many photos as he could- face painted with lust, unloyalty and shame. Squeezing your tits in his hand, videoing how your skin paled as he pulled his hand away, close ups of your pussy, your ass, your knocked out face because for some reason everything about you being unconscious was fucking hot. You couldn’t hold back and shy away, he had the access to every part of you and it was addictive. He felt high.

His finger would dive into the crack of your cunt, careful not to finger you so deep because he couldn’t have you feeling like you’d been tampered with- you’d suspect he’d done something to you for sure. He unbuckled his jeans, not being able to take to resist undressing himself, letting his length spring into the air and tap against your body. Your gorgeous skin glistening with wet drips of his precum.

He’d even video himself talking, all the things he’d do to you now that you were in front of him. How delicious you taste as he spun the camera around, filming himself sucking on the finger he’d been tracing your pussy with. It was loser behaviour- it was pathetic- he was acting like someone he would usually mock in a cringey porn video.

His cheeks were red and he knew he would feel embarrassed watching it back, skipping to your part, your body, and continuing tugging on his dick, but right now he didn’t care: he couldn’t care the pleasure he was gaining from this was sickening.

He kneeled down at the edge of the bed, knees hitting the cold floor as he shakily filmed his face devouring your pussy. The small open crack of his eyes giving away how bad his eyes were rolling back. His muffled moans and groans of satisfaction being captured and echoed around the room, he wanted your passed-out body on his dick, taking all of him as he guides you slowly like a toy. Up down, up down, before he fills your inside.

He’d take photos of your clit, his thumb tracing it in circles, wishing you were awake so he could hear your adorable whimpers and watch your legs twitch as jolt on the bed. You were usually so sensitive to his fingers, his good little girl that wouldn’t be able to contain herself from wriggling away from his touch, begging him to stop teasing you.

However you never won- he’d laugh but never stop, Simon always got his way.

He’d slip the camera back into his pocket after all his fun, bringing the bed covers up and over your shoulders as he flicked through the tv in front of your bed. Skipping past all the halloween horror movies and trying to find a relaxing quiet show to play for when you woke up. To distract you from the dizziness.

When you wake up he’d just tell you that you fell asleep in his arms, so tired and worn out from work you just nodded off, so soft and innocent he couldn't wake and tuck you in bed instead.

You’d never have to know about his secret little stash of photos, and now he finally had something to use and make himself cum to when he misses you. It wasn’t the nicest thing he’d done, he was kind of disturbed with his own actions but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[churipu]

hii hope you’re doing good and taking care of yourself!! Can u do jjk men headcannons when their s/o is finds a bug and is telling them to kill it (can u also add nanami)

JJK MEN KILLING BUGS FOR THEIR PARTNER

featuring. nanami kento, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, bugs ew.

note. hii anonnn, as a person who despises bugs a lot. yes. this request is just *chefs kiss*, and i'm doing absolutely amazing bby, hbuuu?? i hope you like it and thank you so much for requesting mwah mwah <;33

AND U GUYS WE REACHED 800+ FOLLOWERS??? i really don't know what to say, thank you so much <33 this means a lot to me, and i feel so loved i'm gonna cry. i love u all

NANAMI KENTO. your knight in shining armor. the moment you called out for him in a voice lacing with worry, he just knows what was up — you'd be fifteen minutes in your shower, and nanami is in the living room watching the television until you call out to him. voice loud, mixing in with the vivid sounds of water pouring.

"ken!"

he jolts up in surprise and walked towards the bathroom door, raising his hand to knock on the door a couple times, "are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks.

"come in, please," your voice was meek, and he could hear the shower turn off.

the male slowly opens the door, and he could feel the steam from your shower caressing his face lightly. you were there, still inside the shower with a nervous smile and a towel wrapping around you, "bug. kill. please?" was all you said.

"where is it, baby?"

you pointed at the sink, and there it was — the sacred and vile being, just sitting there beside the sink. though, it was so little nanami almost laugh, but seeing his partner being terrified; he was not going to make fun of them, he finds it adorable actually. and glad that the first thing you decided to do was call him for help.

nanami didn't even use a tissue, no hitting, no slapping, no squishing; he just grabs the bug in his grasp and tells you to have a nice shower and left.

your knight in shining armor.

GOJO SATORU. little bastard would definitely be all bark and no bite, he's all about that "oh, it's just a bug, baby. it's not like it's going to kill you" or "come on, baby, what's a bug going to do?"

until it flies. and he uses you as a shield.

"y/n kill that disgusting thing! holy fuck, i'm going to die." he cowered behind you, pointing at a little bug just resting on top of the kitchen counter — you rolled your eyes at him, not even having the energy to be as scared as him anymore.

"oh, it's just a bug, satoru. it's not like it's going to kill you," you mimicked his words sarcastically, and the male glares at you, wrapping his arms around you.

"it flies," he mumbled lowly, "bugs that can fly are disgusting. and don't quote my words on me, it hurts my pride," he kisses your shoulder, almost pouting.

"rock, paper, scissors? loser kills it," you asked him, raising your balled up fist with a smirk on your face.

he sighs, "bring it on, loser."

gojo lost. it took him half an hour and half a can of bug spray along with a mask to protect his handsome face from a possible bug attack, a pan lid to use as a shield, and a sandal (for protection) to get rid of the said bug.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ignores you at first because you couldn't actually be serious? a human scared of a bug? just the mere thought of it makes him break out into laughter.

until he actually realizes it was that serious.

"brat, are you really not going to come out because there's a bug on the door?" he asks out in annoyance, standing in front of the door where you were on the other side of the open door, nodding with a lop-sided grin.

"come on, ryo. i hate bugs, 've always told you that," you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

"it's a bug. it won't do anything," sukuna mutters out.

"bug bites kill more people than shark attacks every year," you informed him, drumming your foot as your anxious eyes looked over to the bug as it moves slowly all over the surface of the door, "ryo, please. just squish it."

"why don't you squish it?"

"because i'm scared."

"well, ha ha. i'm scared too," he tells you with a proud smirk, crossing his arms. he finds joy in seeing you like this, really — he finds it laugh worthy, sukuna could do this all day.

"huh. the king of curses having a fear of bugs? how cute." you muttered out.

alright, that took him by surprise. the male stomps over to the door and got rid of the said bug almost immediately, "'m not scared, i was just kidding."

"i know, i said that so you could kill the bug for me," you walked out of the door, brushing past him with a big smile.

sukuna 00

y/n 01

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[elssero]

kiri offering to be the first person to give you head-

e.kirishima

♰ suggestive, not quite smut, pro hero!kiri x pro hero f!reader, slight angst.

you don’t remember exactly how you got into this situation, one minute you were finishing up your friday patrol and the next you were being dragged to a local bar, mina ashido pulling you by the wrist towards the table which sat your group of friends from high school.

you especially don’t remember how you got onto the topic at hand but your embarrassed. so embarrassed even that your sinking impossibly further into the cushioned seat of the round table your gathered around.

the tipsy chatter around the table has suddenly stopped, heads are turned towards you and you feel the multiple pairs of eyes scanning you- judging you.

it’s denki who speaks first, breaking the very awkward silence that makes you just want to run home and forget this ever happened.

“what the fuck do you mean you’ve never gotten head?”

you can’t help the increasing beating of your heart or the way you immediately look down to your lap, absolutely dripping in shame. he continues and god do you wish he hadn’t.

“weren’t you with todoroki for like a year? and he never gave you head? are you serious?”

the humiliation you feel right now is worse than ever before, it’s worse than that one time you showered in the male bathrooms by accident, infact it’s far worse than that. you can’t even bring yourself to lift up your head from its position looking directly down.

“i- i haven’t no-” you cut yourself off before continuing “it was just- it was never something he expressed interest in and neither have any of my hook ups since- it’s not a big deal- really.”

you finally lift your head up when you finish your sentence to find that everyone’s looking at you. each pair of eyes scanning you with what seems to be a look of pity. you need to get out of here.

“that’s so not cool-“ sero starts before he’s interrupted by bakugo “-not cool is an understatement it’s fuckin’ ridiculous- god i knew he was a loser but i didn’t think it was that bad.”

“it’s fine- honest- it never really bothered me” your lying. and everyone knows your lying by the way your voice drops and the way you can’t meet anyone’s eyes, your worried if you do that you’ll melt into a puddle of shame right there and then.

“should fuckin’ bother you- he’s a piece of shit- not giving his girlfriend of over a year some fuckin’ head what a dick.” he’s got you. of course it bothered you that your boyfriend- that woman constantly fawned over hadn’t even as much as tried to make you cum not once your entire relationship. in the beginning you excused it as him being inexperienced, you were his first everything- or at least you thought you were- nothing seems as clear cut as it once did since your break up 4 months ago. it’s not like he’s been your only partner either, you’ve been with people before and after todoroki it’s just- no one seems to actually care about your pleasure.

your sudden break up with todoroki followed swiftly after you’d begun working as pros- it was him who ended it- claiming he could’ve give you the time you deserved due to his entirely full schedule, whether it was patrol, or an interview, or a mission- you were never entirely sure what he was doing but you knew whatever it was, it didn’t involve you. it’s not like you can blame him, you yourself know how hard it is to start off as a pro hero.

ultimately you thank him, despite the fact you think it’s very unlikely that the two of you will ever even be on speaking terms again- at least not for the next couple of years- his sidekick made sure of that when she accidentally made a comment about them being together a mere 2 days after the two of you had broken up.

but still- you thank him, you hadn’t realised how isolated the two of you had became, attempting to salvage the hanging threads of your relationship by spending every minute of your free time together, you feel more relaxed- like you can focus on things you haven’t been able to give the time to in what feels like forever.

one of which being the group your with now, your own friend group from ua- not todorokis who you had been forced to go out with for the past couple of months- not that you didn’t enjoy their company! they just weren’t your friends.

despite the love and care you feel for the people around you- you need a bit of time to breathe following your confession to the group- you think that denkis shout of determination deciding they need to get you some head is the perfect time for you to escape.

“well- have fun with planning? m’ gonna get a drink at the bar- i’ll be right back” your words are slurring slightly, the embarrassment you recently felt only fuelling your current tipsy state.

“i’ll come with you-” it’s cheery, and you can’t help but smile up at the red head when we takes your arm and leads you to the bar, you watch as he takes a set on one of the bar stools- waiting to be served by the bartender as he beckons you to sit with him.

there’s a moment of silence between you, not completely uncomfortable- you can tell he has something to say but you wait for him to be ready to say it. in the meantime you observe him, he seems a little nervous but you can’t quite figure out why-

“m’ sorry i didn’t say anything back there- i was just- shocked” he’s not looking at you as he says it, it’s clear he feels bad.

“kiri please-” you giggle and you watch as he seems to smile slightly at the sound. “i said it wasn’t a big deal and i meant it!” you look up and and smile before you continue “and its definitely not that shocking either im sure there’s alot of people my age who have never- y’know…”

he catches your eyes now- he’s looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read- “but it is shocking.” he takes a deep breath in before continuing- “it’s absolutely crazy to me than he had you in front of him that whole time never once-” another deep breath- you swear you see him shudder a little before he continues “…tasted you.”

what?

what the fuck???

your eyes are blown wide as you stare at him- that same unreadable expression on his face as he looks into your eyes- he doesn’t dare look away- not now. his eyes are lidded, probably due to his alcohol intake and you sigh slightly when you realise that’s why he’s being like this. he doesn’t really mean what he’s saying and you feel a twinge of guilt at the fact it made your insides feel all warm.

it’s almost as though he can read your mind- sensing your self-dejecting thoughts he decides to continue- although quieter now, he leans in close to you and your breath catches in your throat- “i can’t believe he had the chance to have you and didn’t take it-” he’s moving closer as he speaks- your still frozen in place- “because- i’d do anything for it.”

you stop breathing- “you- you don’t mean that kiri it’s fine you don’t have to try and make me feel better-” you rush it out, your whole body feels hot. he’d do anything for it? you want to believe him- you really do. but you can’t, no one’s ever thought about you like that- your sure he’s just trying to cheer you up.

“don’t do that” his tone is harsh now, eyes still unwavering from yours as he stares you down, you see the look now, before unreadable now you can tell- it’s lust. he’s not in his right mind you think- he’s drunk- even if only having a singular drink so far, not even nearly enough to cloud his judgement to this extent but it’s the easiest excuse you can find right now for his behaviour.

“i’m not saying this to make you feel better- i mean it. every word.” he moves his hand to touch the soft skin of your exposed thigh and you feel your body betray you as your thighs immediately squeeze together in an attempt to feel something- anything.

his words are too much you decide- too overwhelming- rushing a feeling through you that you’ve never quite felt before- you want it. you really want it.

your both broken out of your trance when the bartender hand him over your drinks- ones you weren’t even aware that kiri had ordered as he takes them both in his hands-

“cmon, im sure our friends are waiting on us” he stands up with a smile- urging you to follow him as he turns around and leads you back to the table your long forgetten friends sit.

you don’t follow him- you can’t- your overcome by an emotion you can’t quite recognise as you stand up from your seat at the bar and make a direct run for the exit- putting on your jacket with a hurry as you push open the door with a force that could’ve taken it off the wall. you don’t look back- not for a second.

maybe part 2 incoming idk i’m trying to decide which root to take this :3 lmk!

♰ part 2

[bitethedevil]

The Science of Why Raphael Won’t Get Tf Out of My Head

It’s your local doctor in cambion physiology here. I’m going to take you through my theory about why Raphael is stuck in our heads. It’s all based on Science™, of course. Some of these carefully studied theories are dependent on the fact that you are the owner of a uterus. If you aren’t, then idk. I can’t help you. You’re a medical anomaly. It’ll all make sense in a moment, don’t worry about it.

There are a couple of things that I believe are necessary for prolonged focus on a specific character (Source: The Devil, Bite. 2024: Pulled it out of my ass):

Attraction: It helps if said character is hot.

Versatility: I’ll explain later.

A feeling of being able to relate to said character

Attraction

There’s this theory about how women’s attraction to men changes in accordance with their menstrual cycles (source and source). Basically the study says that when a woman is at her most fertile, she prefers more traditionally masculine looking men. However, the rest of her cycle she might prefer men who lean more towards the feminine (both in general qualities and physical attributes).

The whole point of this, is that at ones most fertile, it’s full on monkey brain genetics going “he looks strong and male, so he’ll make good offspring”, while for the rest of the time, it’s more attractive to find someone who actually has good partnership potential. Someone who is reliable and caretaking, and who would be stable in a longer relationship.

I suppose you could sum it up to one being a more romantic attraction while the other is more of a primal and carnal attraction.

Now I want you too look at this very educational graph that I used a couple of minutes to slap together:

Basically, my argument is that though Raphael is not stable or caretaking in any form, the difference between the two forms still visually fits into the two respective categories. His human form for the rest of the cycle, and his cambion form (the ascended form too if you’re freaky, I guess) that seems more traditionally masculine when fertility is highest.

That means that you can look at his dumb face throughout your whole cycle, but might feel a shift in which one you find more attractive (if all this science stuff is correct).

Even if the science behind all of this is bullshit, I still believe that different forms help when it comes to not getting tired of looking at someone.

Versatility

I’m just going to say it, even though my heart might disagree: Raphael would not have the effect he has if he was a more explored character with more screentime in canon. We would all love more Raphael, but I really think the reason for his longevity in our minds is that he is still somewhat mysterious.

Which parts are actually him and which parts are performance? What is he like behind closed doors? How much devil and how much man is he? We don’t really know. We have been given puzzle pieces, but there’s still a loooot of space free for interpretation, which is honestly what makes him great.

It’s been said before in this little corner of the internet: there are so many versions of Raphael, and the great thing is that people are never fighting over which Raphael is the “right” one. Some prefer Soft!Raphael, while others prefer Dark!Raphael. The versatility of his character’s representation allows for that, which I know at least has kept me interested for a long time when it comes to writing him.

Being able to relate

In much the same vein as above, people find different ways to relate to him. The thing on top of that is the feeling that we shouldn’t be able to relate to someone like him, which adds a certain level of taboo to it which is interesting.

He is both the smoothest mf alive and the biggest cringefail loser behind closed doors. He’s obsessive, weird, and too fucking much to be near for a longer period of time. He writes his contracts as songs because he likes ‘whimsy’. He’s got daddy issues and makes that everyone’s problem. There’s a lot to him that someone would at least be able to relate to at some level.

In conclusion

He is without a doubt the character I have hyperfixated on for the longest time, and I know it’s the same for a few others. I genuinely believe it’s because there is so much to him. If you get tired of one aspect of him, there are always other aspects of him to focus on, both physically and psychologically, instead.

And there is some variation to the attraction that I atleast can feel myself. If I have written a lot of darker stuff about him for a while, I get the urge to write something softer, and the cool thing is that you can do that and it still makes sense with the character. My preference for his forms vary often too.

Even when I tried to focus on other characters, I found myself returning to Raphael, because those other characters were often too fleshed out canon-wise. It quickly bores me because then there is a limit to what you can do with them.

There is a lot to Raphael and he’s like a glob of clay. You can mold him into whatever you like.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[milzone]

fever pitch - l.jy

SYNOPSIS: Juyeon knew how wrong it was to think of you — his fellow idol — in such a lewd and filthy way, but he just couldn't help himself. He was obsessed with you, and he needed a release.

CONTENT WARNING: 18+, male masturbation, mentions of blood & biting, idol!au, basically this is loser juyeon fantasizing

WORD COUNT: 1.7k | oneshot

A/N: a bit rusty since i haven't written in like… two years... so pls bear with me! though this isn't my first time writing, it is my first tbz fanfic ^^ (as well as my first time posting here) but anw, this isn't proofread :p happy reading!

His breath catches in his throat when your eyes meet from across the stage, cheeks flushing red from being caught staring.

“Great, how obvious could I be?” Juyeon scolds himself, bringing his focus back on the freshly debuted boy group on stage. They were good at what they were doing, no lie. He thought those kids had a bright future ahead of them, but in spite of that, he couldn't bring himself to fully place his attention in their performance.

Juyeon swallows the lump in his throat, fixing the collar of his shirt that suddenly felt too tight. Shifting in his seat, he sneaks another quick glance to your figure clad in a tiny black pinstripe dress that hugged your body so well it left little to his imagination. The way the fat of your thighs spill over your white knee-high stockings and how the buttons of your dress seem like they’ll pop with just one wrong move sends his mind to places it shouldn’t be.

The rational part of him knew it wasn’t right to think of you this way — a co-idol, no less, but it was difficult for him when you were just so, so fucking erotic. Your performance earlier had Juyeon rushing to the restroom to rub off a quick one, gaining weird looks from the other boys as he stumbled on his own two feet. It was embarrassing how tight his pants felt, even more with how quickly he came when he thought of how your eyes met for a fleeting moment as you danced on stage. The tip of his cock was an angry red, pulsing in his hand as he hissed from how sensitive it felt — and never in his life did he feel so pathetic.

“You good, dude?” Kevin asks, patting his back as Juyeon once again squirms in his seat, “You’ve been acting weird since you came back.”

Juyeon nods his head, releasing a shaky breath as he addresses the concerned man. “A-ah, yes,” he loosens his tie. “I’m fine, don't worry.”

But Kevin isn’t convinced, not one bit when he sees how Juyeon’s pupils are blown and how the beads of sweat rolled down the man’s forehead and down to his neck. This was the first time Kevin saw the usually calm and collected Juyeon this way — the first time he saw him so… out of it. Normally, he’d press on and ask Juyeon if he really was okay, but something in his head told him to leave the man be, and if there’s one thing that Kevin could trust with his life, then it was his gut.

It’s long past midnight yet Juyeon was still wide awake. He remembers getting home at around 11:27pm with the other guys but no matter how tiring the day was, he just couldn’t sleep. He’d been trying for hours now, tossing and turning in bed to no avail. From simply closing his eyes, watching boring videos, and counting sheep. Juyeon had tried everything to put himself to sleep, but clearly, nothing was working.

The thought of you kept him wide awake.

The air-conditioner was turnt up to the coldest setting and yet his body felt like it was on fire, his cheeks burned red and the clothes he was wearing felt so unbearably constricting that he had to take it all off save for his boxers. He��s near naked now, and yet everything still feels so hot. Sweat dripped down his body in buckets, and Juyeon felt like he was about to have a fever with the way things were going.

He knew what he needed — knew that a release would do him wonders, but he already felt bad enough from doing it one time earlier at the show. Felt even worse when you bumped into him after and he got a hard-on from seeing your tits bounce within the confines of your skimpy top.

“Fuck!” He hits the wall next to him, rubbing a hand over his face as if it would help rid him of the shameless thoughts running through his head.

He was so down bad to the point of it being embarrassing. What makes it worse is that the both of you weren’t even friends in the first place. Sure, you’d greet each other time-to-time when passing by each other at music shows out of respect. He’s heard of you and you’ve heard of him. He shows up on the news often and you do too. He’s watched a lot of videos of you online (he's not sure if you have), and you could even say he was a fan, but having a proper conversation in or outside work?

No. None at all.

Juyeon felt so disgusting and pathetic to think of someone he barely even knew this way. A sinner, that’s what he was — his morals, values, and beliefs being thrown out the window just because he couldn’t control that thing between his legs that stood up at just the thought of you. Juyeon truly didn’t know what was wrong with him, he normally didn’t have such a high libido, and yet…

A strained moan slips past his lips, hand trailing down the expanse of his torso leading to the waistband of his boxers. Juyeon felt how hot his body was beneath his fingertips as he reached under and wrapped a shaky hand around his throbbing cock. He knew it was wrong — knew it was so, so wrong to touch himself to someone who’s only shown him good.

You were so pure, so innocent. Everyone sang you praises wherever he went. An angel, that's what you were.

But Juyeon was desperate. And he needed a release.

He sucks in a breath, moaning your name as he traces the tip of his cock with the rough pad of his thumb. The feeling sent shivers down his spine, throwing his head back as he digs his nail into the slit of his length. His body was so hot. Everything felt so hot he'd think he was in hell.

Shit. Was he coming down with a fever?

“Mm, please…” He starts with slow languid strokes, body tired and weak from the events of the day. He squeezes at the tip with each pump of his hand, biting his lip to tone down the whimpers trying to slip past his lips. Juyeon felt so naughty, so dirty knowing that only a thin wall separated him from the other members.

What would they think if they found out he touched himself to the thought of you? The nation’s sweetheart, loved by all for her charm and kind personality… Would they look at him with disgust? Contempt? Would they kick him out of the group?

“A-aah!” Juyeon slaps a hand around his mouth, cursing himself for being unable to control his moans. Every time he looked your way, all he wanted to do was bite. Bite until your skin bled red — bite until you were covered in purple. Juyeon wanted a taste of your skin — your flesh. He wanted to know how sweet you would taste beneath his tongue and teeth.

Would you taste like caramel? Vanilla? Or strawberries? He quite liked fruit.

The skin of his lip under his teeth start to rip from how hard he was biting it, the taste of iron on his tongue making him cringe, and yet while all of this is happening, the pace at which he’s thrusting into his hand never falters. Juyeon felt nauseous as he reached for his sack with his other hand, massaging it between his fingers while imagining you.

The thought of you was torture to him. You ran through his mind at every minute of every day, and yet still — how ridiculous it is that you are still all he’s ever wanted. He knew that this desire — this obsession of his was unhealthy. There were so many things he wanted to do to you, but many more that he wanted you to do to him.

Even during the day, he let his fantasies run wild. Juyeon has imagined you on top of him, warming his cock as your hands wrapped around his throat until he couldn't breathe, till he was suffocating and till he turned blue and passed out. He thought about pounding into you missionary while you scratched at his back and pulled at his hair, nails digging into his skin until they oozed crimson — until the scarlet color of his blood was ingrained into the tips of your fingers. He wanted you to suffocate him with your legs, face wet with your juices as he ate you out until he couldn’t no more.

At this point, he’ll take anything you gave him. Juyeon was hungry, so hungry that just a brush of your shoulders would suffice. It would be enough to make him cum for the next year or two. It was so bad, so, so bad how much he wanted you — needed you to be all his that he was tempted to get down on his knees the next time you met to beg for just a taste. 

The strokes on his length quicken as a heavy feeling starts to form beneath his stomach, trailing a hand up his warm body to tease his nipples. His cock throbs in his hand, begging for a release as your name slips past his lips like a prayer. Juyeon was crying now, tears cooling down his body that felt like it was on fire. He felt delirious, the world around him was spinning and yet he still couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into his hand, pre-cum dripping from his slit and lathering his dick.

As Juyeon feels his release creeping closer and closer, hands sticky as he pumps his cock, it was the thought of the eye contact you made earlier in the day that has him cumming rope after rope of cum. The white coats his hands and stomach, dripping down his waist and ruining his bed. And at that moment, Juyeon couldn’t find it in himself to care about the condition of his bed or how pathetic he looked — naked with cum all over him.

He was tired and spent and he just wanted to sleep.

.

When Juyeon wakes up the next day, he finds that he came down with a fever.

[skullofrome]

Hot take from the JTHM fandom: I don’t think a JTHM movie should be made. Never. Not because of some weird purity nonsense like “iTs NoT tHe SaMe As ThE cOmIcS” because- yeah, that’s the fucking point. It’s because I am terrified of one thing: Incels.

Okay, here’s the deal:

We all know that Nny isn’t supposed to be idolised or looked up to, right? Like there are multiple times in the comic where his way of thinking or philosophy or whatever else you can describe the disastercore crockpot shitstew brewing in his mind as are criticised and questioned. He’s a great and genuinely fascinating character, I love him to death, but in real life he’d be a horrible, horrible person.

With all due respect and appreciation, he’s a dangerous, irrational, impulsive, hair-thin triggered, pathetic, cowardly hypocritical loser who tried to kill Devi, the one person he loved because he was afraid of a possibility he had no reason to worry about or even believe will happen. He is a sadistic monster who knows what he is doing is wrong but does not have the capacity and/or willpower to stop himself from hurting the people around him.

Point is- most of us should understand that Johnny is not meant to be looked at as an almighty prophet or a philosopher equivalent to the likes of Socrates or Confucius or this, that and any of the other. I believe we are meant to look at him as a force of nature: something that is chaotic and horrible and unwanted but is cursed to exist anyway. Something to study and analyse but never to admire or aspire to be. As relatable and funny and, dare I say, cathartic as he is, we must never give into the temptation of being like him. Incels and people like them, on the other hand, absolutely do not understand any of these things.

You see, incels are stupid. It’s why they blame women and minorities for the fact that they’re unlikeable and subpar. This applies to how they consume media, too. Characters like Walter White and The Joker were completely misunderstood and butchered by incels. If a morally grey male character pushed to the edge is even thought of within an incel’s space, they will devour and kill and consume it like bloodthirsty piranhas without giving it a second thought. As “intellectual” as they larp themselves to be, they have none; they don’t self-reflect, or analyse, or do even the slightest amount of critical thinking about anything. Their lack of self-awareness should disgust and horrify you. When those people read JTHM, they don’t see Johnny as who and what he actually is - a force of nature to avoid and only take in from a distance - they see him as a misunderstood genius; a pillar of supreme and almighty intellect; a based Chad among the sea of soyjack virgins that is Society™️. They take him seriously.

They’re literally Jimmy. And nobody likes Jimmy.

[konigsblog]

Can you see König lying about his age when he goes on an online dating app and comes across your profile? He did it because he didn’t think you would want to talk to him for being a lot older than you, and also doesn’t want to seem like a creep preying on younger women, although he’s still going to appear that way by doing this. Especially once he’s in too deep now and doesn’t know how to break the ice about his actual age.

tw/cw: könig is in his mid 40s, reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say between (20-30). age gap (20-30s & 40s), lying, perverted behaviour, loser-könig, corruption kink mention.

könig knows it's wrong to lie about his age, telling himself he's 10-15 years younger than what he actually is. it's disgusting, creepy and depraved. he feels like a freak getting off to your chat messages together, fantasising about fucking you in real life.

you were naïve to believe that könig was only a couple years older than you, under the impression that he wasn't an older male - a disgusting and sick bastard! he had you fooled; you didn't expect a thing from the old asshole, and you felt sick to your stomach when you began video calling.

something felt wrong, something was nagging you to stop, and block him, that he didn't seem to be around your age, and was more matured than you. it made you uneasy and tense, but you pushed these anxieties and worries to the side, believing that you're just overreacting. :(

you poor, poor thing... what a silly fool you were.

to believe that a man like him would be honest, meanwhile könig viewed you as a stupid, little thing for the older male to abuse. he had you head over heels for him, showing him every inch of your body, your swollen cunt after masturbating, even your supple breasts.

könig felt disgusting with each stroke, but seeing you like this only fuelled his corruption kink to blossom and grow - the thought of ruining you, showing you how a real man fucks...

you need someone more mature, anyways, little mouse... someone that'll have more experience, who'll know just how to fuck your pretty, little pussy.

[dolche-tejada]

You know, usually after a decade most people tend to take a step back from the works they love to think about it more objectively but it seems like Pricefielders are still unable to do something that simple.

Seriously, what the fuck. Admire this level of mental gymnastics, we're at least on an Olympic scale right there. It's because of this kind of bullshit that Warren fans and Carlos Luna (his voice actor) got harassed for years and still receive death threats, just because Pricefielders are crybabies who can't cope with their fav also being interested in men and that their precious sapphic ship isn't Max's everything or the whole point of the game.

So given that I've got some time to waste, I will debunk here their delusions, or at least most of them because trust me, the list is long.

1. "Warren is an incel !"

They act as if he's forcing Max to give her affection, regularly crossing her boundaries, is only interested in her for sex and playing the Nice Guys to get in her pants so let's take a look at how he acts through the game and Max's interactions with him :

Regardless of the player's choices, Max introduces him in her diary as a very good friend whom she sees as honest, an ally at Blackwell and someone who makes her smile.

Across the game, she grows even more fond of him after seeing him stood up for her and himself, calling him notably an "Everyday Hero".

Although his attraction to Max is obvious, he doesn't force his feelings on her in any way.

He jokes that being nice means not getting laid… Like any 16yo awkward teenager who doesn't know how to talk to girls. Hell, even Max jokes with him about it, get real.

When Nathan threatens Max on the parking, he protects her without any hesitation even though she mentioned he was wielding a gun in the girls' bathroom, and gets beaten up to allow her to flee.

Max can accept to go Ape with him, saying it's exactly what she needs.

She trusts him so much that she wanted to tell him her secret from the start, regardless of how you define the nature of their relationship.

After Kate's suicide (attempt), he comforts Max by putting his arm around her, while making sure to leave some space between them. The kind of sweet thing an incel would NEVER do. No romantic act or intent of any kind here, just a friend worried about someone he cares about. If you see this as a deceitful attempt to get laid, it says more about your view of male-female relationships than it does about him.

If Max failed to save Kate, he reassures her by reminding it's not her fault, something Max speaks about in her diary with "I hung out with Warren on the lawn so I could feel grass under my feet and watch the fluffy clouds. He’s such a sweetheart, he kept telling me I did everything I could for Kate. Even though I know I didn’t.

If she succeed to save her, Warren send her a text about how he's proud of her, to which Max comment in her diary : "He’s such a sweetheart, he kept telling me how proud he was that I stopped Kate from jumping. I don’t believe that I did, but I have to say it’s better to be treated like a hero at school than like a twee loser.”

He helps and informs Max several times throughout the game without asking for anything in return, even if the player refuses to accompany him to the Drive-In, just because they're friends.

Max literally changed his grade into an A to thank him for what he's doing for her, even saying he deserves more.

He stands in front of Nathan once again to save Max and Chloe, even though he was about to draw a gun and that Nathan literally lives in the same corridor as him.

When Warren mentioned at the Vortex Club's party that he's invisible to everyone, Max reassures him by telling him he's important to her.

Unlike most of the cast, he never pressured her to listen to his problems or help him in some way, he's at the contrary the only one who just wants to be there for her.

If Max don't want to go ape with him, he's logically disappointed but he doesn't make a fuss about it, he even jokes about that by quoting a famous line from Planet of Apes.

When you kiss Chloe and the latter texted Warren about it, he get that Max might be interested in someone else and propose to step back while encouraging her to go with Chloe, but Max remains decided to go ape with him if this is what you choose.

Max can literally kiss him to "let him know her feelings", and then comment this choice in her diary with this

2. "He's violent and dangerous, look at what he did to Nathan !"

Nathan was about to kill Max and Chloe, the fuck Warren was supposed to do ? Talking him down ? Yeah sure, great idea. Because it totally worked for Chloe in the bathrooms.

Besides there's a little thingy called "context" that you conveniently forgot once again, here that Nathan bullied him for seemingly a long time and this notably through homophobic slurs. When you push people to their limits and threaten to KILL their friends, you're not the victim.

3. Max's nightmare

For fuck's sake, everyone was horrible during this nightmare sequence, what's even your point ?? That Max would be secretly afraid of him ? Lmao sure, one nightmare sequence based on Max's irrational fears against a whole game of interactions like this one, geez I wonder which side holds more weight than the other...

Her only canon fears are Jefferson, the Dark Room, Chloe using her, and her powers fucking up everything. That's it, nothing about Warren or men in general.

But if this nightmare is allegedly intended to reveal how she really feels about Warren, then what about Chloe ? Because when Max was talking to her own counterpart, the Nightmare Max openly mocked her for letting Chloe bullying her into a Stockholm Syndrome relationship, before adding she'd be even more preoccupied about Chloe killing them than Jefferson.

Hell, even the real Max said in this exchange that Chloe is good at guilt-tripping her.

So if this nightmare was about Max’s real feelings towards Warren, David or even Samuel, I guess Max is genuinely scared of Chloe for guilt-tripping her into an abusive relationship and leading them to a certain death, right ?

4. "Fans like him only because all the other males in this game are criminals"

That or we just like him because he's a funny, dorky, sensitive and caring nerd who's always willing to listen to Max and protect her at his own risk. Can you guess which option is the good one ?

5. Alyssa

Firstly, nothing in their interactions shows they were that close in the past.

Secondly, blaming someone for having several relationships in the past is the kind of shit you'd be rioting about if it were against Chloe or Rachel but apparently when it's Warren, it's okay.

Thirdly Alyssa is literally one of the most bullied character of this game alongside Kate and Warren so here's a rhetorical question for the slowest in the back : Did Warren or Alyssa might have paired themselves with the other on a school desk for some unexplained reason ? Or way more realistically, someone wrote this to mock them like bullies actually does a lot irl ?

"B-b-but Alyssa hides herself in his shoulder when her close friend jumped from a rooftop, it's definitely a proof !"

You know what, by intellectual charity I will just ignore this, the sheer level of stupidity speaks for itself.

6. "In the alt timeline, he's with Stella ! That proves he's only interested by sex !"

Not only it doesn't prove jack shit on his intentions but watch out you dimwit because this might blow your mind :

This other Warren might have been interested in someone else because in this alternate timeline, Max is an elitist jerk from the Vortex Club ? Same Vortex Club that also includes Nathan Prescott. Why a victim of bullying would be interested by someone who's at best bff with his bullies or at worst a bully herself ?

7. His movies choices

I'm not even kidding, that's a real argument used to trash him. Like wow, he likes "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" and laughed his ass off while watching "Cannibal Holocaust", how shocking I don't know if I could get over it someday.

Apart from the blatant stupidity of this “argument” and that his haters apparently never heard of dark humor, it's quite surprising that I don't see anyone criticizing Max for also liking this kind of films.

Besides I like how each time someone talk about that, they conveniently forgot to mention the little note he left with the flash drive, warning Max about the graphic nature of his movies. Almost as if he was aware that it can potentially disturb some people ?

And finally this accusation coming from people who don't bat an eye at Chloe taking drugs, taking money from disabled people or stealing and playing with firearms reeks of irony.

8. "He looked at Kate's video two times and a half !"

Everyone watched it, you fucking idiots. And not only he wasn't proud of that but he was also one of the rare students worried about her from the start. In addition to this, Kate herself called him an angel if Max managed to save her, just saying.

9. "He ditched Brooke for Max"

That's your headcanon. He asked Max first and if the player isn't interested, then he just chose to go with someone else. Believe it or not but people do that all the time, because there's nothing malicious in having back-up plans.

If one of your friend isn't available or interested to go out with you, that doesn't mean you have to cancel your plans.

10. "He photoshopped Max on his selfie !"

Nope he didn't, he just developed the selfie in Jefferson's class and Max made no comment whatsoever on an eventual edit, learn to read properly.

11. "Max doesn't even like him, she's not interested !"

Ohh it's gonna be fun...

So Max isn't interested in him, that's the hill Pricefielders want to die on ? Hm okay, okay... So then, why at several points in the game she admits finding him attractive ?

When Chloe thought Max friendzoned him, why did she immediately denied that ?

Why did Max choose to flirt with him by letting this note in front of his room ?

Why was she hoping that "something" might happen between them by accepting to go Ape with him ?

Why was Max so distressed and sad after seeing Warren with Stella in the alternate timeline ?

Why does she regrets not having kissed Chloe or Warren during the Storm, if the player didn't romance neither of them ?

And at the opposite, why does she openly admits to herself her feelings for him after kissing him ?

"But at some points, Max said Warren is just a little brother to her !"

Oh you mean almost as if Max was a shy and closed teenager with low self-esteem who was mostly searching excuses for herself ?

I probably forgot some other takes along the way but I think I made my point : You guys are desperate to frame him as some creepy incel like Eliot in which Max would be uninterested, to a point where it's both sad and hilarious at once. If coping was a source of energy, I'm sure y'all could supply all the dams in my country.

Max is bisexual, she can be as interested romantically in Warren as with Chloe and independently of your choices, she will always value him as someone very important to her.

And this, it's not arguable. It's not subjective. It's factual, as evidenced in this post. If you can't cope with that, fuck off.

[wxshing-aep]

Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe

write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖

Dating Ethan Morales Would Include

pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+) AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)

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you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"

one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body

he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)

his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test

ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car

he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"

he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him

"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"

he lets you braid his hair when you're bored

he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence

he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.

"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"

ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework

"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"

his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you

he lets you color in his tattoos

he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him

he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it

nsfw 18+

that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past

you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room

he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more

ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face

"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head

he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you

ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you

he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him

"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"

jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"

this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom

he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.

you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face

he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick

if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙉'𝙏.ᐟ❞

S. SANO + RYUGUJI!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; fucking your little brother's role model while they're just outside is probably something you shouldn't do but shinichiro was just so cute that you couldn't help it!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, public sex?, oral (m receiving), backshots, p in v, slutty!reader kinda, reader is draken's sister, shin being pussy drunk, loser!shin, kinda short, smoking, unprotected sex, shin's weak ass pull out game, reader skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; one of my all time fav tr writers liked my rinnie post AND reposted it(≧∇≦) !! literally had me giggling and kicking my feet yall :3

The sound of the bell ringing as the door opened gained Shinichio’s attention as he worked on a bike in the front of the shop, he looked up to see who walked in and the cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth with how his lips parted. There stood probably the most beautiful woman Shinichiro had ever seen, you. You stood there with the sunlight shining behind you like you were an angel staring at him with a delightful look on your face, his eyes trailed to your side seeing your little brother, draken standing right next to you with your hand on the side of his head pressing his face into your lower torso as an act of affection but he had an annoyed look on his face obviously not enjoying it.

You must’ve been his sister, draken did say you might come around one day because of how worried you were about where he was going all day after school “You’re Shinichiro right?” You asked tilting your head slightly while you both continued to stare at each other, shinichiro’s cheeks turned a bit red as he continued to gaze at you and your body “Uh yeah.” The smile on your face grew at his response, his voice was hot. He was hot and his voice matched it, you decide then that you need him.

“Cool, I told Kenny I had to meet you or he wouldn’t be able to play.” You said nodding slightly, draken frowned at your comment and began to grumble something about how they weren’t ‘playing’ and how he told you not to call him that in front of people but you didn’t care. You were too busy staring at the Sano man who still hadn’t broken eye contact with you, the only time he did was when his eyes trailed down to your chest. Shinichiro put down the wrench in his hand and looked at draken “They’re out back.” He told the small blonde boy who almost ran out the door before he remembered to look at you asking for permission silently, he knew how strict you were about asking for permission “You heard him, go.” You didn’t have to tell him twice, draken quickly ran out the front door circling the building shouting for Mikey and announcing that he was here which made a giggle escape you as you broke eye contact with the black-haired male to watch your brother.

Shinichiro reached for the rag that was draped on the handle of the bike as he used the opportunity of you not looking at him to observe your body and drool at how your clothes hugged your shape so perfectly “So uh, what’s your name?” He already knew your name, Draken told him but he wanted you to tell him.

To start a conversation y’know?

“[Y/n].” You said watching as the scrawny man wiped his hands free of any grime or oil that had come from the bike, you slightly bit your lip at the sight of his veiny pale hands as you walked closer to him very slowly “That’s a pretty name.” Shinichiro said taking the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it out on the floor he was kneeling on and tossing it behind him, he’d remind himself to clean that up later but right now, he wasn’t moving an inch away especially with you getting closer to him.

“Thank you, y’know shinichiro’s a pretty name too.” You said smiling widely at the compliment and how Shinichiro chuckled lowly at your reply, he was so cute! Him calling your name pretty shouldn’t have meant that much to you because it was just a simple compliment but for you...it was enough to let him fuck you in the back room of the shop after only a few minutes of small talk.

Your hands planted on the flat table black oil getting all over them as you rocked back and forth making the table shake and your breasts that were held by your lacy bra bounce, Shinichiro’s hands held a firm grip on your hips as he relentlessly pounded into you moaning and groaning about how good you felt while he eyed your smooth back as it arched with every harsh hit to your cervix “F-fuck! Shin…!” You moaned out throwing your head back while trying to keep yourself steady while you stared up at the tools propped up on the wall above your head with your lidded eyes full of lust and small tears, it was just so good.

Your shorts were discarded somewhere on the floor along with your panties and shirt leaving you only in your lacey black bra which Shinichiro was dying to rip off, your legs were shaking as you tried to keep standing and not fall to the ground and Shinichiro’s were too, fuck he hadn’t had sex in a while and his legs were cramping but he was not stopping at all. You felt too good for him to stop now “S-so good…! Mhm, f-fuckkkk, baby.” He moaned out running a hand up your smooth back making shivers run down your spine, your face nearly hit the tools on the wall from how violent his thrusts were but you continued moaning like a porn star like your brother, his brother, and their other little friends weren’t outside of this shop right now hanging out. You almost felt guilty for doing this whenever you occasionally heard the fits of giggles and yelling that came from them, key word, almost.

You heard a lot about Shinichiro Sano, the former leader and creator of The Black Dragons. Mainly from your brother who clearly looked up to Shinichiro a lot and he didn't deny it, he told you how he thought Shinichiro was cool for his motor skills but everything else you heard was how he was a loser who got no girls, how he spends most of his time in his shop working on bikes and you were expecting an actual loser, an ugly guy, and thought that this meeting would be short and you’d be quickly to leave but when you caught a glimpse of what he looked like the moment you stepped through the door. You knew you weren’t leaving, not without something from him like his number anyway. You were getting much more than his number.

It didn’t make sense to you how this hot man didn’t get any girls. No one wanted this man? He was hot, and cute, and god did he know how to fuck but their loss, more shin for you;)

“Ow! B-Be...ngh...careful!” You whined through your pitiful moans as Shinichiro delivered a harsh slap to the fat of your ass, he opened his eyes and looked down at you with sweat bullets running down his forehead and nearly closed eyes “Sorry...fuck, beautiful, just–ugh–can’t get enough of ya’.” He responded retreating his hand back to your hip, your hands flew up from the table and onto the wall and the tools covering them in the thick black oil that your palms were coated in. Your cunt tightened around him as you let out a large high-pitched yelp, god you haven’t even known him for twenty minutes and you were already nearing your edge.

But what you didn’t know is that Shinichiro had been holding back for a while so you didn’t think he was a loser for cumming so fast, he was going to wait until you came but this wasn’t really that effective on his part because it’s like holding back and the warmth of your throbbing cunt killed most of the brain cells he had, he wasn’t thinking, there was nothing to think about other than this magnificent pussy of yours. Shinichiro didn’t care about his brother and his stupid friends, he couldn’t give a single shit if they walked in here right now, he’d probably keep going.

Your lips parted forming a small ‘O’ as you breathed heavily “Shit, shit, shit! M’...cumming!” You shouted with your nails digging into the tools on the wall causing you pain but the pleasure overrode it. These words were like the lottery to him as he looked up at the ceiling seeing stars as he felt you cum all over him, he wanted to pull out and spray thick ropes onto your back and that stupid fucking bra he couldn’t take off but he couldn’t and ended up cumming inside, it’s not like he was incompetent, it was just too hard to see anything with the white spots he was seeing.

“Oh my fucking god.” The sano male muttered as he looked at your cunt leaking a mixture of your cum and his own, you were so damn beautiful and his cock sprung up once again when you turned your head to look back at him with a tired face, you glanced down at your back which you expected to be covered in cum before looking at him once again with a tired and evil smile growing on your face and it made him wonder what you were planning to do or say. What he was about to hear would probably put his loser ass in a fucking coma. “Want more.” His eyes widened at your statement and he looked at you like you were crazy. 

You needed more of him, you couldn’t just settle for some sloppy backshots! You didn’t expect him to cum inside of you but now that he had, you craved more. More of his dick, you felt like you would die right here if you didn’t “Huh? More?” Shinichiro questioned as he watched you turn your body around before you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him with your legs spread slightly, his dark eyes lowered down once again gazing at how his cum continued to seep out of you and onto the ground with some smeared on the inside of your thighs. He made eye contact with you and you were looking up at him through your lashes with a sweet look “If that’s…okay with you?” You said continuing to look up at him from your spot on the floor completely ignoring his cock that was in front of your face.

Shinchiro wasn’t that lengthy but what he didn’t have in the length department, he made up with his girth, and boy did you feel all of that thickness when he plunged himself into you. It was like he was re-shaping your walls “Y-Yeah, of course!” Shinichiro said more cheerfully than he wanted to as you put your hands on his clothes thighs as his pants were only lowered a bit, he loved the idea of going at it again but that bra…he wanted–no, he needed it off.

“But, can…can you take off your bra?” He requested nervously making you smile and giggle a bit, he was acting like a virgin! Maybe he was but there was no way a virgin could fuck that good. You hummed in response before reaching your arms back and undoing your bra strap before letting it fall to the ground in front of you and Shinichiro’s mouth was agape at the sight, he was definitely rock hard by now “Glad to see you think m’ pretty.” You said looking at his dick that was standing up straight practically sitting against his lower abdomen, you reached to grab it but remembered the oil all over your hands, Shinchiro didn’t. He didn’t care if you covered his cock with that oil, he just needed you to touch him “Forgot about the oil, sorry.” You said quietly wiping your hands on his jeans before lowering your mouth onto him taking him in with no problem whatsoever.

His head flew back with his black hair springing everywhere “Fuck, m....my god.” He moaned as his hand flew to your head as you bobbed your head up and down, your nose pressing into the messy nest that was his black pubes with your hands remaining on his clothed thighs “God, are you always this straight-forward?” Shinichiro asked looking back down at you trying his hardest not to moan as he got that sentence out, you giggled on his dick sending vibrations to it before you pulled off momentarily to reply.

“No, just f'you. You were too cute, couldn’t resist.” You didn’t even give him a chance to respond before you were back sucking on his cock like it was oxygen, you weren’t…really a whore but you weren’t exactly a virgin mary either. But you never let a guy do this much on the first time you met, hell not even the first week but Shinichiro was special, he was really cute and his dick was too! You had no issue being his little cock whore.

Shameless moans and sucking noises echoed into the atmosphere and Shinichiro began to get dizzy and he was seeing stars once again, Jesus, you were really trying to suck his soul out of him weren’t you? Though he wasn’t complaining, not at all and his pathetic whines and groans were evidence of that. “Fuck! Wanna cum on...y-ou. All on you, will you let me baby?” He wailed with a tight grip on your head as he felt your tongue swirl around his cock and his bright pink tip, you nodded and hummed not removing your lips from around his cock enjoying the taste of yourself and his cum that was left on him. He felt a smile growing on your lips as his back arched slightly at the vibrations you were sending to his dick.

God, he was cumming already and you knew it. You wiped your right hand all over his pants to get rid of any oil that was left on there before removing your lips from him with a thin string of saliva connecting you to his tip. Your hand replaced the warmth and moist place that was in your mouth as you began to jerk him off while looking up at him smiling at his moans and his red face. 

The sano adult eventually came and came all over your face and tits, he tried to regain a steady breathing pace as he looked down at the beautiful sight that was you as you scooped some of the cum that was on your chest before popping your finger in your mouth humming at the taste. He continued to gaze at you even when you looked at him.

“So, wanna go on a date?”

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[sexydoffyman]

HIDING

genre: fluffish (suggestive)

characters: König

A/N: Reader here is female mby next one male?

König was tired, irritated. He had been stuck on deployment, which normally wouldn't be a problem since he was alone with no one to go home to, but the group he had been stuck with for the past two weeks was full of morrons. A dude who thinks he is the best in everything, an idiot who barely knows how to hold a gun and a bunch of other people who he has never seen before.

You were one of them. He didn’t really notice you since you were a mere girl who served only one purpose and that was to be bait. A damn bait. Yes, you did stand out being the only lady, but the only ones who noticed you only put you down. It was never like in the movies you watched. Only one girl in a situation with many men and they all fight for her. No, it was just dull.

Your mission was long finished but you got stuck trying to get to a safe base. Days were filled with a few guys going into some hidden markets to get supplies and the rest waiting for radio signals. You went out a couple of times yourself. Being a professional bait helped a lot in getting unreasonable discounts. That was the only thing you were good for. Or at least you were told.

By the fifth day of being stuck, you could feel their sexual frustration grow. You hid constantly. You knew you shouldn’t get close to them. If you did you could get seriously hurt or worse. You stayed in the corners of the building that you were staying at in order to not get caught. You felt disgusted, but it was what it was.

One day you were getting ready to set to sleep after a long day of listening to your teammates argue over the stupidest shit you ever heard. You got fed up with having to listen to them through the night and so you searched the building for a better spot to rest. You remembered a small attic that the team discovered when searching for food. It was empty but far away. You could finally calm down. And apparently, you weren’t the only one with that idea.

After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep, you heard footsteps going up the attic. You got up swiftly and pretended you were searching for something. Up the attic crawled none other than König. He was one of the quiet guys there. You had a pretty neutral relationship with him. He sat down “Stop trying to fake you’re looking for something, I can see your blanket on the floor.” “Oh yeah,” You clearly forgot about that. You awkwardly looked at him waiting for him to get to his point “Don’t worry I’m here for the same reason you are. They’re one of the loudest creatures I have ever laid my eyes uppon.”

You laid back on your blanket. The only thing you could do now was try to fall asleep again. You both tried and failed miserably. You felt like hours passed as you stared at the old ceiling. “You sleeping?” You waited before replying. “No” You turned to face him. To your surprise, he was still looking up. You would’ve thought that he was looking at your body the whole time, but no. When he heard you turn over he did so himself, looking at you. When you saw each other's faces you understood. You were both bored out of your minds. Then he hit you with a simple question. “Wanna fuck?”

Normally you’d say no and walk away from the situation as soon as you could. But the look on him. He looked like the biggest loser ever. You didn’t know what to respond, but thinking a little you thought of a question. “Why? Are you a virgin or something?” You felt proud of yourself, not just anyone could think of that question if a little panic took over them. You expected him to be defensive, but it took you a surprise when he simply said. “Yeah” At least he was confident when he said that.

You looked at the ceiling once again, thinking. You turned your whole body towards him. “Eh, why not? Can’t be that bad.” He slowly shuffeled himself towards you. You thought he was going to be a big morron who got desensitised to any sexual activity thanks to porn. You were only waiting for him to tell you he has a feet kink or something like that. It felt a little weird but still comforting when he didn’t say anything. He just. Embraced you. He caressed your back as he slowly slid your pants down. You could tell he was waiting for something like this to happen when he pulled a condom out of his pocket.

You were signed up for a fun ride. Maybe not a quality one, but definitely a fun one.

[essentiallyleaf]

day 19. rimming. with. haewon.

723 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, haewon is haewon, what else is there to say, rimming, handjob, writer is the moon knight meme in this one.

notes.

im out of (barely) good ideas and im panicking. fizzlingoutly, leaf.

You didn’t think it’d be so easy getting from Haewon’s overlip leaving pink-leaning-orange (she keeps insisting she’s a cool tone, but hm, is she really?) marks on her coke glass to the same lip imprints circling your butthole as she leaves wet kisses all around it. No, it was just a quick exchange, like she was choosing what to have for lunch at Subway.

“Wait, you’ve done this already, right?” You ask her, not without a little worry.

“Nah, have you?” She spits back casually.

“I thought you were the one who ate ass and wanted me to be your mate?! You know, mate in the, Brit sense, not in the… scientific sense.” That was more complicated than it needed to be.

“I dunno, I’m just tryna have fun.” She shrugs.

The correct answer, like in the Subway situation, is to not find yourself there, but if for some reason you do, might as well try to make the best of it. And the best of it, in this case, supposedly consists in Haewon’s hands keeping your thighs wide open as you lay on your back while her tongue takes a few short, explorative trips from your testicles, down to your perineum, applying a little pressure on it, and to the edge of your puckered hole. She brings her fingers up to your previously lubricated shaft to stroke it from time to time, but your groans when she does make them retreat immediately, reminding her that no, that’s not the main dish tonight.

It feels a little weird, having something touch you down there, but when that something has the soft, smooth texture, the expert dexterity and the cunning wit of Haewon’s tongue, well, then it’s probably Haewon’s tongue that’s when weird falls into the background to make space for pleasing, as testified by your whimpers, starting sparse and now becoming more and more frequent. That’s enough evidence for the girl to deduce that it’s time to go in, and when she does without any sign of warning, the only thing that can reasonably come out of your mouth, after a loud moan, that is, is a “Fuck you!”. That’s fair, she thinks, as she keeps attacking the inside of your cavern, and fair is the answer that you receive.

“That’s only gonna happen later, be patient”

Haewon starts circling all around the inner edge of your hole, making you bring a hand to your mouth to try to contain your own groans, or worse, screams. How does the joke bear get to this? How does she go from acting as the loser girl transferring schools in 7th grade for shits and giggles, to having you struggle to keep your shit together in your own bed because she wanted to, and this should be more or less the exact quote, “tongue-punch your bussy, you little boy bitch!”? Maybe sometimes it’s better not to ask. Other times, you don’t really have the physical capability to ask because your ‘friend’ (an umbrella term, but the most appropriate one to describe the two of you, you think; again, sometimes it’s better not to ask) is alternating between pumping her tongue deep in your asshole and wrapping her lips around its entrance to suck all the air out of it. Those times, the hand that was keeping your mouth closed becomes an object just like any other to bite onto, because now it would be screams. Those times, making the best of it is letting Haewon play with her toy and focusing on not letting the whole neighborhood know about it. Not supposedly anymore.

So when the final thrusts of her tongue hit you where it pleases the most, both of her hands back on your length and stroking, the only thing you can do is wail onto your own hand while you watch spurts upon spurts of white fly up in the air and back down on your abs, the muscles of your ass flexing repeatedly around her tongue. Lay your head back down onto the pillow and let yourself catch your breath again as you spread your arms open on the bed. Not even a minute, and she’s already taking her zip-up sweater and ripped blue jeans off and throwing them on the ground.

“Come on, fucker, what did you think the main dish was?”

-

footnotes.

maybe the formula is just sleep schedule plus work ethic, times effort. mathematically, leaf.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 11: Body marking

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Kissing, no actual sexy times, in public kind of, very queer reader if yk yk I can say that, you can't but I can, body marking DUH

Word count: 1447

It was a normal day at school, teachers talked about random shit, well teacher, napping in class, training, that one weird emo guy with the chef ass looking outfit staring at you, just girly things.

Yeah, that's weird, you always see that kid staring at you, and it's not like some loser staring at you, it's Yuta Okkotsu, the it girl of this school. Some say he'll surpass Gojo, a special grade in only second year, and you two have only talked a handful of times. So why the fuck would he care about you.

Now some may say that he's looking at something else, but this happens too often to be just that. To be fair, he isn't staring at you with mal intent, or like he's staring into your very soul, just quick little glances, but like a lot.

You think it's a little weird but never give it more thought than that, well that's actually not true at all. You wonder about it quite often actually. Like why is this hot, emo, country crippling guy staring at you so much.

He's also always around when you're training with students, which is rare because you're too delicate to get your hands dirty, but like he's rarely if ever around when other kids are practicing.

Speaking of which, you are sitting down in the grass, watching the first years battle it out with Maki and Panda when, speaking of the devil, Yuta finally makes his move and sits by you.

"Hi," he greeted, a light smile on his lips.

"Hello," You greeted him, smiling back at him as well. It's silent for a while after that, you not really knowing how to talk to someone on such a high pedestal such as him, and he's socially awkward. The silence is finally broken when he gains the courage to speak.

"So, what do you think of the fight?" He asked, clearly uncomfortable.

"I don't really care, I'm only here because Nobara and I were supposed to get coffee after her training." You replied.

"Why aren't you out there?" He asked yet another question, wanting the conversation to keep on going.

"And ruin my hair. I would also have to change my clothes, then change them back, and fight," You droned on, "I mean sure Megumi and Yuji are kinda hot, that might be a good enough reason but not today." You finished flatly.

Yuta was shocked when you said those two were hot, well not that much. He kind of expected you were gay by the way you walked, talked, did everything. Good for him, now he knows for sure.

"And then I could chip a nail which is just super incon-"

"Wait, you're gay?" He cut you off, you look at him like he's the dumbest person on earth, which he kind of is right now.

"DUH!" You shout, all the people training stop, Megumi mid punch from Panda's stomach, at your sudden outburst.

"What was that for?!" Nobara shouted back,

"Well, you see-" you cut him off now, "He asked if I was gay." You said nonchalantly.

Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Panda, and Maki all give Yuta the same look you did, then they erupt into laughter.

"He might as well have a light up rainbow sign." Yuji said in between bursts of laughter.

"Did you really not know?" Megumi asked, even sneaking in a chuckle or two.

"I-I-I don't know." He stuttered, a little embarrassed having everyone laugh at him. You put your hand on his shoulder, so you don't talk over onto the ground, instantly causing blush to form on his cheeks.

"It's ok Yuta, not all of us can pick up on such clues, unless those clues are ramming into you like a fire truck." Nobara said, causing everyone to laugh more. Yuta starts to get very nervous and almost gets up and walks away, until he sees you genuinely smiling at him.

"Don't worry about it, the important thing is that I'm open for business for you." You stated, the laughter carrying on into your comment, Yuji and Nobara are actually lying on the ground from hilarity. "But be quick, who knows how long it is before I settle with those two." gesturing over to Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji blows a kiss at you, while Megumi looks away, blush creeping onto his face. It's at this point when Yuta starts to laugh too, shocking everyone, but the infectiousness of his laughter bleeds onto everyone else, causing another outburst.

After a while of pointless conversation that doesn't progress the plot, you and Nobara finally go to get coffee. After you two get your drinks and try each other out, you both find a seat and begin to talk.

"That Yuta guy definitely likes you." She stated, like it's some casual thing that everyone knows.

"No, he doesn't, today was like the first day he's actually come to me." You spoke. "Though he does look at me an awful lot."

"You think." She stated bluntly. "Do you like him?"

"I mean I don't know about dating him, but I would totally suck his dick." You answered, you both shared a good laugh from your reply too.

You both make your way to the dorms, saying your goodbyes and exiting into your own respective rooms. It was on your way when you saw Yuta.

"Hiiii!" You hollered, waving your hand at him, much more comfortable now with him. He waves back,

"Hi," he said, walking up to you. You two stop in the middle of the hallway.

"Where have you been?" You asked.

"In my dorm, I came out to see if I could get in a good training session." He answered, "Wanna join?"

"Absolutely not." You stated bluntly.

"Well, it was worth a try." He said, looking a little dejected that you turned him down so quickly, but it wasn't like a date or anything and he half expected you to say no, and then an idea pops into his head.

"Would you like to do something else?" He asked, smiling that sweet innocent smile.

"What were you thinking?" You asked back. He answers by pulling you into a tight broom closet, locking the door behind him, and then pushing you into the wall and kissing you. This isn't exactly what masterminds are made of but not a terrible idea.

You were more surprised about the insane speed in which he did this and not about the kiss itself, which you kindly return when he backs away.

His hands go for your ass, squeezing and groping it. Your hands go to his hair, it feels soft yet also oily.

"Are you sure this is ok?" he asked, not wanting to do something you're not comfortable with, such a bare minimum gentleman. You answer by pulling him back into the kiss, opening your mouth to grant his tongue access, which he gladly accepts.

Your tongues dance together in a sweet embrace, his then seemingly exploring your entire mouth. Your body gets goosebumps from the exchange, your pants also becoming tighter.

He takes parts off from yours, only to place it on your neck. He kisses it, finding your sensitive parts and then gently biting into them, causing you to shriek.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Well, please continue." You replied.

Continue he does, fully biting into your neck and then licking the parts he bit. His teeth attacked every square inch of it, biting, kissing, and licking the whole thing.

Your neck becomes littered with hickeys, almost the entire thing red and indented with bite marks, not that you're complaining. You're surprised with how well he's doing, no way he's had experience with his socially awkward ass, he truly is a prodigy.

He shows his genius more when he lifts up your shirt to suck on your nipples, licking over the right one and biting it, while fondling the left one with his hand. The sensations make you even harder, apparently having the same effect on him, as you can feel his hard on through his pants. Your hands tighten in his hair as he starts to bite more aggressively on your left nipple, pulling at the other one.

He goes from your nipples to the rest of your chest. biting and licking at it, blush covering your face from the act. You're so hard that you feel like you could cum right then and there... until this mother fucker stops.

He whispers in your ear, 'If you want more, follow me into my dorm." He then leaves the closet in all of your disheveled glory.

Now you know why he's been staring at you.

THE END

[melted-braiin]

Ramblings abt my favorite Ghost

But dudes, Danny.

I am a sucker for characters that are goofy and silly and juuuust angsty enough to break my heart and I think its hilarious when this absolute hopeless romantic grows up to be a fucking ladykiller.

Like, 12 year old Danny being nice and wholesome, talking about how pretty girls were and giving them flowers (the girls just laugh at him) and 15 year old Danny realizing hes bi and openly admitting that he finds his male classmates hot sometimes (this got him bullied) and it doesnt help that hes this dorky, snarky, kinda gloomy loser. And hes kinda unnerving so nobody really likes him.

Highschool passes by mostly uneventfully. Sure, ghosts attack and whatnot but something happened in junior year that put a massive power rift between Phantom and his rogues (rumors of Phantom overthrowing the ghost king and taking his place float around. Nobodys sure but Star claims Ember started the rumor and nothings really disproven that so-)

That specific class of Casper high leaves for college. At the time of their graduation party, Danny had grown just a bit taller, and his eyes a bit brighter, but he was still mostly a dork.

Fast forward a few years- the high school is hosting a reunion.

Old friends meet up, some after years and some after a weekend. That one jock became a famous author, and his buddy became a single dad- The weird goth girl and the prettiest girl in the grade are dating now. That one Tech geek has made a program that revolutionized computer engineering.

Its all fun and games, comparing lives and embarrassed apologies because they were all kind of asshole teenagers.

They count heads of their year and find a few people missing (as is to be expected). Danny is among them.

"That's odd," Sam Manson- resident goth- notes.

Kwan blinks, as he's the one who was counting, and asks, "Why?" because it wasn't unusual to skip highschool reunions (especially considering Fenton's experience)

Tucker snickers something incoherent, about getting lost in space. Sam sighs.

"I'll text him?" she asks, to which Tucker shakes his head.

"No I wanna see what he does," Tucker giggles. At Sam's raised eyebrow, he tacks on a hasty, "He has court today"

While Sam gets a look of understanding followed quickly by mischief, everyone else in their general vicinity is very concerned.

"Why's Fenton in court?" Kwan asks, Star nodding beside him, "Did he do something?"

Paulina makes a strangled noise, as if she wants to ask but showing worry might seem somewhat hypocritical of her all things considered. Dash raises an eyebrow and his lips thin in worry but he doesn't voice anything.

Danny does not show up. He doesn't show up during the official reunion, but Sam claims he and Valerie may show up at the spontaneous after-party (they literally all just pile up into their vehicle of choice and head to the nearest decent bar)

Valerie does, in fact show up— in her Red Huntress suit.

She complains about owning a company and being a Hero alongside it. How she's graying even though she's barely twenty seven, and it sucks. People ask why she's revealing her identity and stuff- she just shrugs and says, "Its kinda pointless now, dontcha think? I mean-" then gestures vaguely with her ecto-blaster. All the girls around her nod solemnly and the guys mutter and question if this is some kind of inside joke.

(it is. Im not gonna tell you what. Cuz idk. I wasnt in the know, sadly)

Anuways, the only other thing of note is that resident heRO THE AMITY PARK PHANTOM SHOWED UP. YO WHAT THE FU-

When asked what he was doing here, Phantom blinked real slow, looked at his hands and went, "Oh."

(it is worth noting that ghosts dont age. No matter how old they get. Phantom is no different, he's always been, is, and will be, Amity's Fourteen year old protector)

He looked over the heads of the crowd, saw his two best friends snickering to eachother like the assholes they are, and thought, "Fuck It™."

This is the story of how Danny's class found out that the same dork who rambled about space in grade school is now the Ruler of the Indefinite Multiverse.

(I should mention that Danny is like, really Pretty. And I do mean pretty.

His hair seems weightless and soft even in human form and his blue eyes too bright to be real, constantly crinkled at the edges with a sharp smirk or silly grin. He has light freckles that look like a smattering of stars on his skin and his teeth are just a little too sharp. His voice is usually bright and kind of high pitched but his real voice is like a deep tremor that isnt quite human anymore- it sounds like glaciers breaking and Space humming and the Thousand murmurings of his subjects. Hes gotten taller and more fae-like and hes just- !!!!!

I am so normal about him can you tell?)