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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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clone danny's accident in the clone^2 au

Im thinking about clone^2 danny's accident in this au. he doesn't have his halfa powers in this au. He has his scary eyes and the ghost sense and the ability to see ghosts - kinda takes up a psychopomp role with his ghost cases - and enough ectoplasm to trigger the ghost defenses in his parents' house. But he doesn't have his ghost powers or his ghost half. He's just very strongly liminal.

And im just mmmmm thinking about how that came to be. When I originally made the clone danny au back in the summer i couldn't think of how he had his accident without putting him inside the portal, and I couldn't put him inside the portal and have it turn on and then just say "oh! he doesn't have any powers. he got hit with the full concentrated power of the sun a dimension with just a scratch"

like - like i can't do it. i just can't. i need some plausibility in my aus or i hit road blocks and can't continue (see: my jason variant au and why that took so long to post). but i was at work today thinking about clone^2 au and it hit me like a lightning shot. I think said in the original clone danny post that maybe he got electrocuted by the on button on the outside of the portal. But i was never really satisfied with that answer - it felt too placeholder-y to me. too simple. Less plausible to me than I liked.

so, solution: he still gets shocked by the portal outside, but its from a wiring issue that he spots outside of the portal. My first thought is; the portal had a wire that was unplugged. His parents, essentially, forgot to plug it in. Or maybe in all of their excitement they accidentally unplugged it and didn't notice. It just sounds like the right amount of cartoonishly silly that the Fentons are known for. "We put a second "on" button in the inside portal" -> "we forgot to plug it in"

Danny notices it while he's showing Sam and Tucker around the lab and the two of them are checking out the portal. Something caught his eye from the corner and while Sam and Tucker were talking, he went over to investigate. If this were canon, this would be just before Sam tells him to put on the hazmat suit and go into the portal so she can get a photo (iirc). (So he's currently in reg clothes)

And im imagining it as slightly off to the side. Its two black cords - an extension cord to the outlet and then the cord to the portal. and danny crouches down over it, frowning. his eyes follow the cord to the outlet, and then the cord to the portal, and he picks both up.

'did they forget to plug it in?' he thinks, turning his head to look at the portal's entrance. and logically he knows he should probably put the cords down and tell his parents, let them handle it since they have the expertise for this stuff. But...

his eyes draw back to the plug. it's just a plug. it'd be fine if he plugged it in, wouldn't it? surely, it'd be fine. he thinks about it for a moment.

he plugs it in.

immediately, the energy that had been building up slowly through the wires of the portal - the latent ectoplasm in the room being funneled through whatever tech his parents used to make it - goes through the cord. Like a dam bursting. In a flash, the portal turns on with a worrying bang.

At the same time, Danny is hit with a near-lethal amount of electricity. While not as agonizing as being inside the portal, danny still mentally checks out with pain. and he blacks out. when he comes to, he's laying on his back, still in the lab, with sam and tucker kneeling over him. they're talking - probably yelling, with panicked looks on their faces.

He can't hear a thing they're saying, his ears are full of the overly rapid, irregular beating of his heart and the pounding of his blood. His chest hurts like he's having a heart attack, and he grasps at his shirt as his breathing comes in short, labored.

"Hospital" he wheezes out, and sam gets up and sprints out of the lab upstairs. everything else feels like a blur - his parents and jazz are by him - his parents completely ignoring their swirling, working portal, someone's calling 911, danny's being loaded onto a stretcher with an oxygen mask over his face.

danny gets discharged from the hospital a week later, and sick leave from school for another two. his parents refuse to allow him back into the lab, stating it was too dangerous, and their work comes to near grinding stop to watch over him. It's honestly kinda sweet, but the hovering is annoying him - stubborn, independent teenager that he is. When he gets back to school he's still relatively sat out for phy.ed - he's been getting random heart palpitations (which had been at its worst when he was still on sick leave) and what the doctors think is a strange case of arrhythmia. Although Danny insists that he's fine - he's breathing, alive. Nothing feels wrong with him.

Then one day in class, Tucker turns to him to say something - a joke -and yelps - "your eyes!"

Danny on instinct turns his head to the window, frowning. And in the faded reflection, his eyes are burning shade of green like that of the portal. He blinks, breathing in sharply, and they're back to the his old bright blue.

Unfortunately, they're in english class, and the entire room was staring at them. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Foley?" Mr. Lancer asks from the front. Tucker is still wide-eyed and in shock, and he looks quickly between Danny and Lancer.

"I- no, um- Danny's eyes- they- were, um..." He looks panicked, confused.

Danny steps in, and leans over to Tucker. "I think he just spooked himself, Mr. Lancer." He says, looking frontward with his brows furrowed. "Sorry, it won't happen again."

Mr. Lancer looks unconvinced, and suspicious, but he lets it lie. "Are you feeling alright then, Mr. Fenton? Do you need to see the nurse?" It wasn't a secret to the school or student body that he'd been to the hospital from a lab accident - and that it'd resulted in heart problems that he was recovering from.

Danny grins at him, and pounds his chest lightly, "I'm fit as a fiddle, Mr. Lancer. No heart attacks here." He jokes, and leans back into his seat. Mr. Lancer stares, eyes squinty, and then returns to the lesson.

It keeps happening. Danny's eyes turn green at the most random of times, and the three of them begin wittling down what was causing it. In general, Danny's eyes were turning green whenever he was engrossed with something, or when he got emotional - when he was laughing, angry, upset, anything. Sometimes it resulted in heart palpitations, sometimes it didn't.

his ears were hurting too, aching, like when they were cold. Danny wakes up one morning and spends twenty minutes in the bathroom turning his head left and right - his ears were beginning to point. Sam thought it was cool - Danny just thought it was concerning.

He was seeing things too - apparently. He struck up a conversation with someone on the street once - a strange looking man who looked terribly pale and wore old clothes. He looked delighted to be talking to Danny - and then Sam and Tucker walked up to him and asked who he was talking to.

("What do you mean? I'm talking to him.") ("Danny, there's no one there.") ("What?")

After multiple instances of this, they configure that the accident had given Danny some sort of ability to see ghosts.

("So you're meta now?") ("Mm... I don't know. That doesn't feel right.") ("Oh come on, that basically fits the name to a tee!") ("I know, but I just- it doesn't feel right to call myself meta.") ("If you don't like meta, why not just call yourself liminal? Since the portal is supposed to access the afterlife and it gave you powers to see ghosts.") ("Huh, good idea, Sam. Liminal it is, then.")

And as time goes on - and his parents begin to catch and experiment on ghosts - danny adjusts to these weird new abilities. It's not so bad, he supposes, its just some creepy eye magic and a ghost sense. He can live with that, and no one needed to know. He could go back to being normal - right. ...Wrong.

Do his parents really have to catch ghosts?

plus additional sketch that i made at like 3am last night because i needed to draw it down -- aha ignore the inconsistent drawing ability that i have. i'm more of a writer than i am an artist.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #dpxdc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp dc #dp x dc au #dc x dp crossover #danny fenton is a clone #danny's accident in the clone^2 au #clone^2 danny before damian's arrival #danny having arrhythmia from the ghost portal - or what the doctors think is arrhythmia. him having health issues from the accident is #interesting to me but not something i think i'll get into too much other than the aforementioned heart problems. mostly bc i dont think #i'd be able to properly showcase it #also im a little embarrassed by my art skills but i just dont draw often so its about as good as im gonna get with a sheet of paper #i can do like. front poses really well but i struggle so much with drawing a head that i like that doesn't fel juvenile or amateurish #so i just gotta keep practicing lol. and find a tutorial that works suppose.#14yo danny's hair being shorter prior to when damian meets him >> its still longer than it is in canon but shorter than it will be.#i think i accidentally gave him a tim haircut. oh well. hair is hard and practice makes improvement #depending on where my motivation is at i may or may not make another post about danny finally becoming phantom in clone^2 #half tempted to add a prompt tag to this because mAN do i wanna talk to people about this au and other potential stuff that could happen #like how people will take a prompt and interpret it differently than the person next to them. i love talking about different ideas of #the same thing.#does the comic imply there was something compelling danny to check it out and plug the portal in?.... maybe.

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moongothic · 2 months

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There is something funny to be said about how both Dragon and Crocodile are like 2½ meters tall, they are massive fucking men. But Luffy's 174 cm, that's the height of a regular ass person. Which makes him 80 cm shorter than his dads, nearly a whole meter in height difference

Which makes me wonder

Was Luffy a regular-sized baby by our standards but absolutely itty bitty tiny when compared to his dads (like he would've fit onto Dragon's palm), or was Luffy a massive ass fucking baby who came into the world huge but didn't actually get the Huge Motherfucker-genes from his parents and just stayed short

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Crocodad #I'm just saying if Luffy was itty bitty then keeping that pregnancy a secret could've been easier #Like. Yeah Oda could pull another ''Rouge who was 20 months pregnant was thin like a rake''#But I'd rather he didn't #And if we can find an excuse to how Crocodile could hide a pregnancy in plain sight for a considderable amount of time #Then yeah. Him being huge (even pre-HRT) (he better have been huge pre-HRT. Oda I will beat you up) with a tiny baby could work #The real point of this post however was indeed the idea that Luffy could've been an itty bitty newborn compared to his dads #Like the size of a kitten by our standards #Yeah. That mental image is something #(Sidenote Dragon is appearently 31 cm shorter than Garp too)#(So it seems like the Monkey Family be shrinking) (If Luffy ever has a kid then the kid will be less than a meter tall eh)

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mamawasatesttube · 4 months

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do you ever think about how kon got drugged to the point of inability to think clearly and then enslaved for Two Fucking Months and then we just never mentioned that again? that is, except for when he went back to visit and help out the guys who enslaved and drugged him because he was lonely enough to befriend them after they said oh sowwy we didn't know you were a person uwu. i think about this a normal amount

#rimi talks #sorry yeah im thinking about That Fucking Arc again alsdhfkjds #if i had a nickel for every time kon got enslaved to be used as a trophy fighter for someone's entertainment while he was 16 years old...#...i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's kind of strange that it happened twice !#but at least the time with kossak didn't involve keeping him DRUGGED TO COMPLACENCY the entire time holy fuck #and was also MUCH shorter than TWO GODDAMN MONTHS #genuinely i think. like that arc is ridiculous in a lot of ways but if i take anything from it #it's that a) kon is so fucking lonely he will befriend people who have treated him Atrociously if they just go oh im sowwy #and also b) i just don't think he'll ever handle any mind-altering substances well after that. even if he represses it and thinks he's fine #its such a bonkers fucking insane arc but if you actually think about it its so incredibly fucked up????#and so much of it (like. so much else in sb94) is treated as humorous #but is in fact horrifying in implication. kon girlies we stay winning (kon gets fucked up but its fine bc its funny right)!!!!

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oblonger · 19 hours

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Chapter 8 of TPiaG: Body Swap AU

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@sincerely-sofie I think this is my favorite chapter I've written so far!

Twig is unconscious

Darkrai couldn't sleep.

As ironic as that sentence is, it's nonetheless true.

He'd long since gotten used to the needs that Twig's body demands for. And he would be lying if he didn't say he, to some extent, enjoyed being able to fall asleep.

But for the last week, he couldn't fall sleep for the life of him.

He tossed and turned in his bed, trying every position he could think of.

He attempted to sleep curled up, splayed out, on his belly, his side, his back. With his blanket, without his blanket (A grave mistake).

Nothing worked.

And he hated so much that he knew why.

He couldn't stop thinking of Twig.

That loathsome wretch that took his body.

He couldn't understand why he can't stop thinking of her.

He hated her.

He hated how scared and helpless he felt seeing that passage open.

He hated how he wasn't as angry as he wanted to be when she picked him up without his consent.

He can't stop thinking of how she broke the shelves in that closet to fit both of them in there, even though she could have easily just stuffed him in there alone.

He hated so much that he felt safe in there with her.

He hated the way his breath caught on itself when she pulled him closer, after hearing Grovyle step past.

He hated how he felt like he'd been torn in half when Grovyle ripped her out of there.

He hated how frozen in terror he was as he watched Grovyle beat her within an inch of her life.

He hated how he felt utterly useless, watching Celebi, Dusknoir and Kip do everything they could to keep her from dying...

...

Darkrai's eyes widened as a thought came to his mind.

She may not have been attacked if she had just left him.

She might not be unconscious in the hospital, straddling the line between life and death, if she had simply hidden herself in the shadows, and left him to confront Grovyle.

She wasn't hiding herself from Grovyle.

She was protecting him...

...

Darkrai slowly curled his fists, leaving scratch marks in the floor.

No.

That wasn't what she was doing.

She hated him as much as he hated her.

It was in her best interest to keep her own body alive.

Then why didn't she hide you in the closet alone, and try speaking with Grovyle

Because Grovyle would have attacked her regardless.

Then she would have hidden herself in the shadows and tried conversing with him.

Did you not see the murderous rampage Grovyle was on?! He wouldn't have listened to her.

What about the code word?

Darkrai's heart skipped a beat.

She would have had a chance to say it had she not tried to keep you safe.

She... She had a chance to say it during their fight. She'd forgotten she had that word in mind.

Would she have forgotten if he didn't claim that her voice was a trick? Would she have forgotten if she had a chance to talk with Grovyle? Would she have forgotten if she only dodged, and didn't try to fight back?

Grovyle wouldn't have believed her if she did say the word.

Kip didn't believe her until she said the word to him. And he had more of a reason to doubt the legitimacy.

Darkrai pressed his claws into his arms.

Stop.

If she had shown you to him, and explained what had happened, what do you think Grovyle would have done?

Darkrai winced from the pain he was inflicting on himself, attempting to hold back tears.

Stop it!

Grovyle would not have hesitated to try and kill you.

STOP!

He would blame you, as he does now, for stealing her body.

Blood was starting to pool where his claws pierced his skin.

Do you not recall her expression, when she apologized for what she said to you that morning? And the promise she made to find something for you to do during the day?

ENOUGH! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MY OWN MIND BELITTLING ME LIKE THIS!!!

She cares about you.

...

Darkrai quietly cried in his bed. Trying to remain as silent as possible so the others couldn't hear him.

Why?

...

Silence.

**********

Grovyle lay flat on his back in Kip's bed, ironically getting less sleep than he did than for the few weeks he was technically homeless. Forced to stay in that position so his ribs would heal correctly. Tears flow down his face as he thought about Twig.

The fear in her eyes, as a human, a Charmander, and in Darkrai's body haunted him.

The feeling of satisfaction he felt, watching her bleed before he knew who she was, made him consider leaving to enter Labyrinth Cave alone.

Grovyle intentionally took deep breaths. Each one sending out sharp pain from his chest.

He can never see her again. His presence would force her to relive what he'd done to her.

He tried to kill her.

He forced her through intense agony to make her suffer.

He traumatized her.

She should hate him.

She should hate him the way he hates himself, with every fiber of her being...

He hopes she does.

*********

Dusknoir couldn't take any comfort in the literature he used to. Despite Celebi's and the doctors' best efforts, the damage done to his eye is permanent. Everything looks like he'd been submerged underwater. His age already made his eyesight worse, but now he'll have to learn Braille to read again.

But he wasn't worried about that.

He was more worried about Kip.

He was of course worried about Twig. Praying at every moment that she would recover, but his fears still lay in seeing Kip neglect himself to watch Twig at all times.

The fact that the last thing he could, and probably will ever see clearly, was Kip's expression of terror, the same he'd seen several years ago, filled him with a pain that was much greater than what Kip had afflicted him with.

Dusknoir wondered if all of this would have been avoided if he was never given his undeserved mercy.

He saw the way Kip shook when he exited the passage of time.

Twig wouldn't be on the cusp of death, and Kip would be happy if he was simply never brought back.

********

Celebi couldn't understand how Darkrai isn't exhausted all the time with how he's constantly angry.

She's barely able to do anything but sit on the couch and think of just how much of a brain-dead idiot she is.

If she had just looked forward when they figured out that Kip and Twig had moved, then she could have stopped any of this from happening.

But NOOOOO!~ She just HAD to wait and see what would happen! She just HAD to be surprised by how things would turn out!

And now she hurt everyone and Twig might die.

Sure, they managed to get her to the hospital, and yeah, She's at least stable.

But what happens if her body gives out?

She dies.

And it'd be her fault if she does.

Celebi doesn't even want to think about what Kip and Grovyle would do if she passes.

She's completely trapped in a prison of her own design.

She hates that she didn't look forward then, and she hates how scared she is to look forward now.

She hates how angry she feels towards Kip for hurting Dusknoir like that. Even though she knows it was a knee-jerk reaction.

She hates how angry she is at Grovyle, for letting himself get to the point where all logic and reasoning went out the window. Even though she knows he was just tired and furious and paranoid.

But she doesn't hate how angry she is at herself.

There isn't a justification for her actions.

She is just stupid.

*********

Kip didn't care that sleeping next to her gave him nightmares. He couldn't care less that the pendant she wore with the lunar feather was lost during her fight.

The fear he feels in those nightmares pales in comparison to the fear he feels at every waking second.

Every morning he jolts awake, covered in cold sweat from the nightmare he had, and stares at Twig. Watching her to make sure she's still breathing.

He hasn't left the room since he was allowed in after the emergency surgery the Doctors had to preform on her.

He watches the doctors replace the medicine and bandages daily. Staring at her wounds to make sure they haven't gotten infected. Even if that's not his job.

Kip just-

He was so mad at himself.

He wanted to make up for abandoning Twig when she needed him most. But he can't.

And he might not ever be able to.

What a moron he is. He can't figure out why he started running in the first place.

They were his friends. They wouldn't hurt him or Twig.

But Grovyle ended up nearly killing her anyway. All because he wasn't there to defend her. To explain what had happened.

Kip stared at Twig.

First time she's slept since switching bodies, and it was because of him.

Kip stood up and heavily, slowly walked towards the door.

He turned his head to look back at her. Hoping she'd woken up.

She didn't. She lay in the same position. Her breathing, weak and short.

...

Team Skull was right about him

They were more right than Twig ever was.

All he ever did was weigh her down. He was a burden that he forced her to carry.

She had lied to him. He wasn't her friend. Friends don't abandon each other when they need them most.

Friends don't suddenly change their minds and try to go back for them for no reason.

Friends don't break down crying, unable to do anything while trying to put medicine on their wounds.

Friends don't act like him.

Kip left the room and slowly walked out of the hospital towards the travel agency. His head hung low.

He could feel the atmosphere get less heavy with each step, but he himself still felt heavy.

He's going... Somewhere. He doesn't know where. Just, any other town.

She doesn't deserve a scumbag 'friend' like him.

It's better this way...

*******

Celebi had told her everything.

She couldn't help but notice the underlying anger in her words. Everything recounted to her with an uncharacteristic flatness. Simply laying out the facts and nothing more.

She took a slight amusement as she thought about how Twig must have looked at Grovyle, when he saw her clutching that monster like some scared child holding a stuffed toy.

It was exactly what she deserved to have happen after she gave pity to that wretched, selfish thing.

At least justice was finally served.

Maybe now she'll take a step back and realize her actions and words were in no way justified.

Maybe she'll finally see just how awful he acted. And finally take the steps to right what's wrong.

Cresselia stopped her midnight flight when she suddenly realized that someone experiencing great physical and emotional pain. Barely detectable, as it was far away. All the way over on the Fire continent.

Cresselia decided to shelve the thoughts as she began making her way over to where the pain was originating.

She thinks it may be coming from a Snivy but she isn't quite sure yet.

Cresselia enjoyed the feeling of the crisp, early spring night breeze against her feathers.

Perhaps her and Kip will finally see eye-to-eye when she returns.

#Boy. I wonder if that Snivy will have any significant impact on Cresselia's mindset and behavior.#Man trying to get Cresselia to act like a chunk of hairy dust filled play-dough without crossing over into cartoonish evil is hard #I can't say her portion is my favorite part #But i love the rest of it #I didn't want to say it in each portion because i would have just been repeating myself #but i wanted to emphasize how everyone feels like it's their fault; and their fault /alone/ that what happened; happened.#even though it was such a complex thing with so much trauma and paranoia involved on every side #that picking someone to solely blame would be pointless #the closest i could get to is Grovyle #but even then #dude thought that the only family he had for years had been getting tortured by a legend for almost a full year #couple that with what little sleep he got leading up to the incident #and the growing paranoia and anger each time they went to a house and couldn't find her #i can't really say i can blame him #I would act irrationally angry and paranoid too if i was in a similar situation.#granted; It is an explanation. Not an excuse #Can't wait to explore the implications of that!#Bullying the grass boy #text post #pmd eos #fanfic of a fanfic #the present is a gift au #pmd #writing #fanfic #body swap au #pmd2 #cw blood #tw blood #Dusknoir and Grovyle's sections are shorter than i'd like but their thoughts are the most straightforward so oh well.

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luvulyy · 2 years

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your denji x male reader... oh my god, that was lovely. Glad denji is getting more x readers :')

Can I have a denji x fem reader if it's not too much? She's his tutor for school, but because of his lack of motivation, she decides that he'll be able to feel her up if he passes the next test?

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ✷

𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖩𝖨 𝖷 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 & 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃), 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

Denji flopped back onto the floor, balancing a pencil on his top lip.

You stared at him across the table, heart heavy. Being his tutor was an impossible task. You were trying your best but it was an uphill battle. The scruffy blond boy simply refused and couldn't concentrate at the best of times.

Despite the challenges, it would be hard to deny you found him cute. The way he looked at you sometimes made your stomach flip. His attempts to make you laugh were the highlights of your day. Really, you were torn on what to do.

'It's too boring... what's the point?...' He whined, yellow-brown puppy eyes meeting yours. It was clear he wasn't made to study, to be confined inside like this, but you had a job to do.

"Denji...' You started, unsure if this was a good idea.

'Yeah?' He innocently looked up at you from his upside down position on the floor. You bit your lip, a movement he was quick to catch. If you'd read his body language right this would be just the thing to get him to work, if he agreed that is.

'What if, if you pass the next test... I'll let you feel me up?'

He shot up like an arrow from a bow, bright eyes wide and alert. He grabbed your hands in excitement and it took everything in you to not kiss him there and then. 'You serious??'

His hands were warm as they cupped yours, flustering you immeasurably. He'd commented on wanting to feel someone up before but his enthusiasm was a new world of flattering. 'I mean, if it gets you to study, sure.'

He gaped at you, then practically threw himself at the pile of books with a woop of determination. Hiding a laugh behind your hand, you too settled down to teach Denji more in one session than you'd ever had.

• • •

You knew today was the day Denji was supposed to get his test back. He'd knocked and entered your room at the usual time, air tense.

He sat down, scarily quiet. It was so unlike him, you couldn't read if it was good or bad news. The table lay between you like always, but the suffocating silence made it seem like miles away.

Wordlessly Denji reached into the depths of his school bag and pulled out a slightly wrinkled page. He flattented the edges and wordlessly slid it across the table.

You traced along the page with your eyes, a proud grin pulling at your lips in pleasant surprise.

He'd passed. Barely, but passed. Better than any of his others exams by far.

'Denji! You did it, I knew you could!'

His pupils finally shot up to meet your through his spiky bangs. The words washed over him, as a beautiful shade of pink burst across his cheeks.

'I..' He stuttered, unused to the praise. You'd fix that, you swore.

You shut the textbook abrubtly, causing him to jump. Letting the noise ring, you moved back from the table with an encouraging smile. 'Denji...'

'A deal 's a deal. Come on then.' Curling a finger to come closer, you revelled in his starstruck look. Completely frozen, he blinked dumbly.

'You're serious?' He hestantly crawled closer over the table, eyes flicking between your face and chest. It was clear he was torn between disbelief and desire.

You licked your lips. He was so unsure, so desperate. Wearing him down would be such a fun, a game you were determined to win.

'Mhm.' You murmured wordlessly into his ear, feeling how he shuddered under your breath. At the same time, you took one of his fidgeting hands in yours, encouraging him to touch right where he wanted.

He reached out, hesitantly tracing down your chest with the curve of his hand, running down and to your waist. His face contorted, overwhelmed at the sensation.

'Here.' You breathed, sitting back and loosening your tie. He watched every miniscule movement. Heart pounding, you were putting on a show. There was an audible hitch on his breath as you began unbuttoning your shirt, eyes glued as you progressed further.

You lowered your arms, chest on view as Denji practically drooled. Why you hadn't done this sooner, you didn't know. A little motivation and he was an obsessed little puppy in your hands.

'Come on.' You beckoned him with welcoming smile.

He almost tripped in his eagerness to get around the table. He knelt eagerly in front of you, but hesitated.

'Go on sweetheart, you can touch.' You cooed, rasing a hand to pet his hair. The attention was already getting to him, cheeks pink.

His fingers were so novice, so unsure on the path they took. Yet that was what made it so endearing, his genuine desperation to explore your body. Every trace was as if commiting you to memory.

As he seemed to get more confident his touches got firmer. Pressing into your skin on all the right places. You had to hold back a moan as he curiously flicked one of your nipples.

'Good boy...' You breathed. Almost more pleasurable than the touch was how Denji melted at the praise. He shifted where he sat and you licked your lips, knowing he was trying to hide the effect on him.

Before you could help it you'd pulled his face to yours. His attempts were sloppy and clealry lacked experiences but god did he make it up in enthusiasm. He pushed back like a man drowing, drinking in each of your breaths like it was his last. The desperation was addicting.

His tension melted away the longer you kissed, replaced by hunger. His fingers were electrifying as he explored your body and made your stomach tingly, almost giddy as the pleasure washed over you. It was obvious he was similarly affected, breath quick and heavy between clashes of your lips.

Then, without warning, you licked lightly into the kiss. Tasting him. Denji groaned, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you impossibly closer. He arched into your touch, begging for something, anything as the feeling of it all overwhelmed him.

In return you curled your grip around his waist, one hand intertwining in his hair as blood rushed through your veins. You pressed against each other, touching, devouring and caressing.

You could easily loose yourself in the hum of it, as the confidence in his touches grew.

His hands ran lower and lower. He tickled along your v-line and it took all your resolve to push him back. One more moment of indulging making out and you pulled back to breathe.

The effects on Denji were sinful. His straw coloured hair was thoroughly tangled and ran through, and uniform was creased and off centre. His pants were beautiful, hot air against your skin. Eyes pooling with desire stared into you, and once again you had to resist pouncing on the student. In such a short amount of time you had ruined him, flushed more than you could imagine.

Denji went to collide again but you shook your head.

He froze like a deer in headlights. The dejected looked hurt your heart and you couldn't help leaning in and press a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. A complete change in tempo but Denji positively broke all the same, reaching to feel where you kissed with an unmoving blush.

'If we do everything today we'll have nothing for the next test, mhm?'

You could practically see his tail wagging, if he had one. He certainly wasn't complaining either when you both sat back at the desk, him perched on your lap as you explained where he went wrong. Nor when you pressed on last open mouthed kiss to the back of his neck.

'Still...' As you hit one of the questions he got right you couldn't help but sneakily move your hand to between his legs, admiring how he helplessly rocked back. One thing for sure, if this was the reward he'd study for all he's worth.

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x male reader #csm denji #chainsaw man denji #denji x male reader #denji x reader #shorter than i'd like but hey! what can ya do #denji /really/ was so perfect for this omg #man just wants to feel a chest n i respect that #this felt like corruption kink almost? like a senpei teaching their kouhai the ropes #I forgot how much I love writing a good kiss pfft

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