#also i can talk a little bit ab this art in the tags..

[kabukeo]

colored this thing for fun

[crow-quet]

elders quest out today ........ oh boy!

[rowanthestrange]

bless u for thinking there’s structure as to whether i manage to miss a post or not, tungl on ‘mobile web browser’ is a crapshoot

#new friendship level unlocked <3#im not.....entirely sure we've got the same thesis here tho#maybe we do i wouldnt be that surprised if you disagree#but like ive not even formulated my own thesis here properly so im not sure i know it or what you understand of it#/which part of it you disagree with#bc i was........pettyannoyedposting#that word doesnt really work but it's on the pattern of vagueposting#but so first level of my post here was just 'stop calling the doctor neurodivergent especially in canon it annoys me'#second level 'and it misses the point'#third 'and i can prove it' (not convinced i can but)#fourth (getting somewhere into the area of what my actual thesis would be probably) 'the doctor as a character (by design or evolution or#bit of both) is a perpetual other which is an experience that resonates with most people in one way or another#(fun bit of paradoxicality there) and what makes an other is not about (doctor) who/what you are#but rather about what everything around you is. the narratives youre captive in (social identities nationalities racialisation alienisation#what is Normal and how do you respond to it. how do you construct yourself/are you constructed through this response.#and i know what youre thinking now 'dimitri how the fuck did you get here' and also 'you dont know what a thesis statement is'#and you are correct#however how the fuck i got here is autism and its kin (dsm/icd diagnoses) are constructions of (ab)normalcy as heterosexuality and whitenes#and to diagnose the doctor i think doesnt work in a couple of ways#first of which is that a diagnosis i think only means something in the context of treatment#the second of which is that i think it stops what could be an interesting conversation/exploration as a theme in dw#the third of which is that it accepts the authority of the dsm/icd/psychiatrist and the validity of 'neurodivergent' as a concept#which i dont. and now im back to my petty first emotional response. nardole voice: hey we got there#and im missing a lot of aspects of the othering here clearly and also i dont know what im talking about CLEARLY ive never made an essay but#*gestures vaguely* was this the thing you disagreed with? ghkghjgh

Yeah, no, I do get it I think. From this and your previous tags and things, I think so. So here’s my essay i guess. Not a rebuttal just my general take, long, rambly, not exactly structured and best argued cus i’m just killing time til art supplies arrive and my brain wants to do that instead. Feel free to skip sections or all of it tbh, I really don’t care about this all that much despite essay length, do not take this as me giving a shit about minor differences in opinion if that’s even what these are. Headings are in bold for easy skippability.

Personal Views (not Dr Who. This was part of my conclusion but fuck it i’m making it the top actually):

I believe in normalising the not-normal, but I don’t think people saying “everyone’s weird and we’re all a bit different :) ” is actually the way to do that. I think that’s the “I don’t see colour” approach. I don’t think it works and I don’t think it particularly helps, neither people on an individual level or the wider society practically.

Love disability. Love neurotypes. Love definitions that flex as people lean on them differently year to year. Think diagnosis is incredibly helpful unless there’s a contraindication (like if god forbid you desperately want to join the army, and you think you might be a little autistic, hey, if it doesn’t impact your life that much, don’t need to be barred from getting your dream job just for that but also get a better dream job). Pro medication to be whatever you need to be, be that a woman, a non-depressed person, or someone able to hold down a job. Meds are Accessibility.

I think that some people prefer not be considered abnormal, and I get that, but knowing you’re in a small area that most aren’t in the spectrum of human existence is ultimately helpful. Pretending that some experiences/disabilities aren’t disabilities but actually based on our ‘cultural expectations of x y and z’ are often cope meant to validate negative emotions towards that aspect of the self or that person’s relations with their proximal environment; without true reference to the fundamental experiences of people with disabilities, and the points that actually bind us together across the world to our kin in other countries. And being broken compared to other people can be fine actually. But identifying it helps both internally, socially, and medically.

My General Philosophy - Not Dr Who related, whether relevant or not depends on if I was understanding you correctly:

So I disagree with the general thesis usually put forward in left spaces that ‘mental illness/neurodivergence’ is a socio-cultural construct created by white people, and terms we’ve constructed related to such, like “ADHD”, are therefore fundamentally rooted in that and why should cultures of non-white people be pathologised using these terms.

Here: The Doctor isn’t [earth term] they’re [not from our culture].

This also is often dovetailed with the social model of disability. Which I’m sure you know, but that’s stating ‘disability’ as consequence of a world not built for you i.e. the idea that in a world of wheelchair users you would not be disabled.

On a philosophical level, while I understand them, I generally disagree with both.

Going in reverse.

These often are rooted in people seeing ‘disability’ (and here substitute for any other non-normative words I just don’t want to fill this with /queer/minority-gender etc) from an external perspective. I think it’s probably the least dangerous way for a normative person to think if you have to feed them a lazy solution, but it’s still lacking in nuance. And ultimately It’s a….validation response. “There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s the world that’s wrong” which ew. Cus I don’t think either is ‘wrong’ - a non-normative person or the world. It flattens the concepts.

And while helpful in a ‘please god just make accommodations like ramps’ way, and it is, it so is, please don’t let the non-disabled people read this; it doesn’t have the fundamental core of truth in this world we live in. I.e. if you can’t make a world of all wheelchair users, and you can’t, then with all the feasible accommodations in the world you’re still ultimately going to be disabled. Because you can’t change the heights of everything to a wheelchair user without making taller people have to bend painfully a lot etc. and none of it stops the variety of people that are wheelchair users where some can do some things, others can do others, and none of it gets rid of things like pain and hygiene difficulties and whatever, just says ‘but it would be easier to access painkillers, rest, etc’. The social model of disability purely used, is a good broad base for disability rights, but also in that pure form doesn’t stand up to much scrutiny unless you bring things back to one singular individual.

Example:

When my brain is full of cats, if I was in a world of people whose brains are also full of cats, we’re all still disabled because we can’t effectively communicate our ideas with each other.

Is it only useful to see this as a disability in order to access treatment/medication? I’d argue no. Knowing how and why you’re different is helpful on a fundamental level I feel. And in a world where most people’s brains aren’t full of cats, I get to benefit my psychological situation by knowing the details of how their brain broadly works and my brain broadly works, and having academics having researched people like me, and them, etc. etc. And if you would consider that self-treatment, then that folds so fundamentally with ‘living how i can most happily exist minute to minute and day to day’ that it may as well be indistinguishable.

Now, for socio-cultural construct. You’re not American, so I don’t need to do the whole ‘there’s no such thing as ‘white’ culture’ thing, I’m gonna assume you know all the nuances there, whatever.

There are definitely cultural differences in how people think. Huge ones. Have you ever been to Japan? Awesome place, but I think really shows some of those distinctions in a clear way. The general desire for things to be neat and ordered is so palpable that if you haven’t been there I can’t describe it. It’s like an aura. And don’t get me wrong, despite the amount of people sometimes, my autistic ass felt very at home. In fact because people were more ‘ordered’ the crowds were actually easier than in other countries. But I was still autistic. Still disabled by it. And Japan, like many places, is only just now coming out and trying to help and accommodate people with autism and other disabilities rather than them being in the house all day. They’ve only recently got around to even properly diagnosing ‘adult’ autism. And while there’s such a long way to go there, that’s helping people a lot, that they’re not just called ‘shut-ins’ anymore but they’re starting to be seen as legitimate people.

And this is what we forget when we talk about ‘pathologising’ people. Yes it can definitely go too far, but having someone not just be A Failed Person is also very very important. For them and for the people around them. All very well to go ‘what if we see nobody as a failed person’ cool but we won’t. Even you and I won’t sometimes.

And the reason why a lot of mental illnesses/neurotypes change some symptoms border to border but keep basics is because well, that’s the disability for you. Those are the bits that are wrong with the body and that’s fine. (And while things like “ADHD” may be underdiagnosed if say, you’re black, because people’s racism says ‘all black boys are hyperactive and don’t pay attention’ that’s a racism problem with the diagnoser, the disability is there). And cultural differences are very real, but that’s also one of the reasons why every country has their own diagnostic procedures. So imperfect, very very so, but not to the point of throwing out areas of study. Areas of study that truly have been studied across the entire globe. Fine, a white French person came up with this theory in 1904 but it’s been studied worldwide ever since - we’re going to say “schizophrenia” is a white term if it’s been studied in every continent?

Certainly these things have more weight when it comes to ideas of gender expression and sexual preference. America’s masculine ideal is not English, English masculinity not Finnish, Finnish masculinity not Japanese etc. etc.

However usually discussing this has two real world roots. Are we physically trying to change something in ourselves, or denoting a personal understanding of a boundary. Either way, given all people’s rights are equal (and they are rarely, but I’m pro that part of ‘western hegemony’), that does mean different cultures will view what makes a transgender person differently. For some people an amab’s desire to cook and look after children might cause a question of gender identity where in other cultures it wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean the terms we’d use in regards to that are less meaningful, just nuances of them shift depending on culture.

(Someone is choking their lungs out outside. Hope we’re ready for the real world deconstruction of the diamond of the core of social disability model which is ‘the majority of people aren’t disabled’, cus hoo boy)

Finally The Dr Who Bit:

Out-Universe:

Doctor Who is a celebration of Being A Weird Guy.

But also not.

Because on one hand it’s quirky is good, good to be childish sometimes, and the other is This Character Is Fucked Up Don’t Be This. Both of those are Four, who much like Ten, gets the last but sanded down in people’s minds.

Doctor Who tells us being weird is good, that you should be kind even if it’s weird, helpful even if it’s weird, be clever even if it’s weird, and if you’re an interesting enough person you can even dress super weird if you like.

But it also shows us where being weird is…not good. For us and others around us. Yeah, maybe you should get help for that, go see a therapy group, take some respite, identify your partner as a problem and leave.

And many times it’s neutral. We write them with the differences so that an ADHD or Autistic person can go, ‘hey that’s me :) ’ and characters and writers and actors labelling them so helps those people feel seen. It’s become almost a staple of main characters now to have some sort of identifiable characteristic to people, but wasn’t always so, and I really do think Doctor Who helped a lot with that. Back when freaks weren’t heroes.

One shouldn’t feel the need to have to label every bit of themselves, as a capital-Q Queer I don’t. But having things to guide you is lovely. I came from a very country place in England that’s perpetually stuck in the worst parts of the 60’s. Pre and early days of internet. I didn’t get to know what things like autism, adhd, sexuality, or gender divergence, most races (not joking, exceptionally white, didn’t see a black person til I was like 9 that wasn’t on kids tv or crime watch — as in i know exactly where i saw him, that specific — and there was 1 black kid in our school of 600+ who came when we were 16), even most physical disabilities. If I hadn’t had CBBC I genuinely wouldn’t have had most of what I did. Hadn’t heard of ‘muslims’ until 9-11. I’m talking a deeply stagnant place.

But finding out there were different aspects of people but far more importantly, different WORDS for that? Huge. Game changing. You can’t actually look these things up otherwise. There was no library book that could tell me what I meant when I said I felt like the Doctor. Took a magazine scan on Doctor Who Forum talking about the character to actually say the word ‘autistic’ and help me in any way.

(Also turned out my mother had been fleeing various medical professionals trying to get me an autism diagnosis since the age of four. THANKS.)

Having a label helped me…de-alienise myself. I wasn’t alien any more, I was a person, just a specific kind.

So I’m pro-diagnosing (even if frequently distrusting of the people who are in theory supposed to be equipped to actually do that irl but aren’t). And I’m pro labelling the Doctor. While also giving enough freedom so that anyone can still headcanon the one that’s most like them. But saying Twelve has ADHD does no harm to anyone’s headcanons while also helping ADHD people, things like that are good in my book.

In-Universe:

The Doctor’s culture considers them a freak. If they truly have terms for mental differences I doubt it, they’re eugenicists, we know their go-to for depression is forced-regeneration i.e. suicide-by-murder.

Even the nice ones are not like the Doctor, seem little different to us, or at least those high in politics or money.

Within the Doctor’s own culture, they are extremely different, and if their culture had the words for autistic/adhd/genderqueer/whatever they would be them by their own society’s culture too, not just ours. Saying that they’re not those things they’re just Not From Here doesn’t make sense cus the Place They’re From thinks it about them too.

For it to be a they’re ‘Not From Here’ thing the Doctor would fit normally within their own society but they don’t.

Maybe this was part of the autschizadhdfirework-brain jump

'the doctor as a character (by design or evolution or#bit of both) is a perpetual other which is an experience that resonates with most people in one way or another#(fun bit of paradoxicality there) and what makes an other is not about (doctor) who/what you are#but rather about what everything around you is. the narratives youre captive in (social identities nationalities racialisation alienisation#what is Normal and how do you respond to it. how do you construct yourself/are you constructed through this response.#and i know what youre thinking now 'dimitri how the fuck did you get here'

Trying to follow. But might not be, the idea that you can’t label the ‘other’ parts would seem to contradict that - that the Doctor and us share the same sorts of experiences of othering (despite alien society) that allows one to see ‘same hat!’ and label it so would…fit that, wouldn’t it? Perhaps with the same fluidity we give them on assigning a political spectrum to them, but ‘being defined by what you aren’t’ is surely labelling of ones’ characteristics in a nutshell. That is the construction of ones’ sense of self. The definition of one as an entity and how best to navigate the world with those tools.

But ymmv.

I’m not one of those people who needs people to see things the same way I do. I’m not big on philosophical discussions or whatever, I promise.

the doctor isnt neurodivergent or autistic or adhd or nonbinary or genderqueer or asexual. what the doctor is, is Not From Here

[m-jelly]

The gangster and his bunny - fun by the pool and a date

killing it again with the banner @kenkopanda-art

Pairing: Mafia!Levi x Reader

Words: 5.6K

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, mafia AU, Mafia Levi, smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, praising, dom Levi, dirty talk, gentle to rough, outdoor smut, riding Levi, date, cute, sweet, caring Levi, loving Levi.

Concept: Chapter 2 of my current Ao3 story. Thought I'd share it here due to the smut in it. You and Levi flirt, you give him head, he fingers you and then you ride him on his sunbed by the pool. Next part is about you both going on a cute date at a theme park.

Part 1 here

You lay on the sunbed next to Levi with a small smile as he gazed back at you with such adoration and fascination in his eyes. You hummed a laugh as you struggled to handle the attention. “Are you just going to stare at me all day?”

“Yes.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You’re so pretty and wonderful. I can’t believe you’re here with me. It’s like I wished for my dream woman and you just appeared and slapped me.”

You leaned up and looked down at Levi. “About that slap.” You kissed his cheek a few times. “I’m sorry I hurt your handsome face.”

“All forgiven.”

You placed your hand on his hip and started massaging him. You used your other hand to play with his soft raven hair. You leaned down and kissed him as you felt so at peace. “Bear?”

“Yes, bunny?”

You smiled at him. “Can we do something fun together? Maybe a date?”

He dragged you onto him so you lay on him. “You can have anything you want.”

You blushed a little. “You sure I’m not some sugar baby?”

Levi stared at you and looked confused. “What? Why would someone do that to a baby?”

You laughed at how innocent he was. “Noo, no. A sugar baby is basically a woman who hangs around a sugar daddy. A sugar daddy is a rich man and he gets enjoyment out of spoiling the woman. He also gives her an allowance too. He pays off all her bills and just spoils her all the time.” You frowned a little. “Oh, but they don’t have sex…well, not usually. Basically, a sugar daddy showers a woman with gifts just to have her company.”

He hummed. “Are there romantic feelings involved?”

“No, it’s just an exchange really.”

Levi shook his head. “No, no you’re not a sugar baby. You’re my bunny. I want to spoil you, yes, but I also want to cuddle you, care for you, make you happy, adore you, worship you, kiss you and have sex with you.”

You kicked your legs and giggled. “Me too. I’m glad we have made this clear.”

“I’m glad too.”

You nibbled your lip. “What if me not knowing you was all a lie?” You tapped his chest a few times and gasped. “What if I was sent to you to woo you so then I can ruin you!”

Levi moaned. “Oh please bunny, ruin me.”

You blushed hard, then you started laughing. “You’re a funny man.”

Levi watched you lean down and bite his pec. “Ow.”

“Nom nom.”

He smiled a little when you bit him again and sucked on his skin. “You giving me a love bite?”

You pulled back and smiled. “Mine.”

Levi’s cheeks burned bright red. He hugged you close and whined. “Yes, yes I am yours.”

You hummed in thought. “So, you said you want to spoil me, right?”

“Right.”

You pulled back a little. “What if I wanted to go to Venice right now?”

“I’ll make a call right now and get the tickets booked.”

You stopped him from grabbing his phone. “Nooo! No, no.” You giggled. “I was just asking.”

He sighed. “So, you don’t?”

You sat up on his hips. “No. I don’t want you to spoil me. I mean, you’ve already bought me some clothes so I can hang out here with you for my week off.”

“I should spoil you more.”

You kissed down his body and slid down him. “I should spoil you.” You slowly ran your tongue up between his abs making him wiggle and moan at you. You looked up at him and tugged on his swim shorts. You kissed down his treasure trail to his pelvic bone. You looked up at him. “Let me worship you.”

Levi held your chin. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to do. I need to make sure my dick is spotless before you put it in your pretty mouth.”

You pouted at him. “But Levi, you’re always clean.”

He sighed as he gazed at you. “I guess I am.”

“Do you not like it?”

“Bunny, you’re very good at it.”

You squealed in delight and clapped your hands. “Good. I’m glad.” You pulled his shorts down and smiled at Levi’s cock springing free and fully erect. “Someone is horny.”

He sighed and relaxed when you pumped your hand on his cock. “Shit, bunny.”

You lay on your stomach and kissed along his dick. “So hard and hot, all for me.”

He hummed. “Yes. All for you.”

You licked the slit on the tip of his cock and moaned. “You have such an amazing cock. It’s so pretty, thick and big.” You kissed the top. “You know what? Best cock I’ve ever had.”

Levi blushed a strawberry red. “R-Really?”

“Yes.” You nodded as you tucked your hair behind your ear. You looked up at Levi through your lashes and saw he was melting under your touch and gaze. You smiled at him. “Sit back and relax, Bear.”

He relaxed a little. “Yes, bunny.”

You sucked on the tip and hummed a little. You sank your head down a little and moved up and down. You massaged your tongue against the tip as he grunted and wiggled. You ran your tongue on the underside of his tip making him shiver. You hummed sending a vibration through him. You looked up at Levi and smiled a little as he moaned in pleasure at your actions. You moved nice and slow or him so he could get used to feeling your mouth on him. You wanted him to melt and fully relax before you made him cum in pleasure.

You moved your head down more and took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could. You bopped your head up and down. You glanced up at Levi to see him lean his head back as he panted and moaned at you. You hummed to send more vibrations into his cock and making him buck a little into your mouth. You grabbed his thick thigh and looked up at him to let him know to take it slow with his actions.

Levi looked down at you as he blushed. “S-sorry.”

You winked at him and kept moving your head up and down on him. You massaged Levi’s thighs and hummed in delight. You focused on the tip to give him as much pleasure as possible. You sucked hard and moved a little faster for him. You locked eyes with Levi and gave him a loving gaze, but as soon as you did Levi came hard into your mouth.

Levi bucked and blushed hard. “Sh-shit!” He moaned. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled back and swallowed. “Mm, it’s okay.”

He tucked himself into his shorts and cupped your face. He pulled your chin down with his thumb and looked into your mouth. “Did you swallow?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He went white. “W-Why would you d-do that? It’s dirty.”

You giggled. “And you eating me out isn’t?”

He shook his head. “No, no it’s not. It’s an amazing experience for me and you taste nice.”

You licked your lips and moaned. “You tasted alright. You must be a very healthy guy.”

He nodded. “I am.”

You massaged your thighs and purred at him. “I want to eat you again.”

He put his hand over your mouth. “No, no. Give me a few minutes to get hard again, okay?”

You pouted a bit. “Okay.”

He grabbed your drink and offered it to you. “Drink.”

You downed some and hummed. “Thank you!” You giggled. “So…can I get kisses?”

“Yes.”

You put your drink down and crawled closer to Levi. You kissed the corner of his mouth and moaned. “Was I naughty for swallowing?”

“Yes.”

You kissed along to his earlobe and nibbled. “Maybe you should spank this naughty bunny.”

He blushed a little at your words. “Spank?”

You nodded and lay over his lap and giggled. “Do it.”

He massaged your bum and hummed in delight. “So soft. It’d be nice to see a cute bunny tail here.” He slapped your bum making you whine. “Naughty bunny for swallowing.”

You moaned when he spanked you again. “Forgive me, my bear.”

He massaged your plump bum cheek before slapping it again. “You going to do it again?”

You whimpered. “Maybe.”

He slapped you again. “Bunny?”

“Okay!”

He kissed your bum. “Good bunny.” He purred at you. “I should reward you.”

You sat up and smiled. “I don’t need anything.” You kissed him. “As long as you feel good.”

He spread his legs and yanked you against him so your back was against his chest. “Well, I want to reward you and spoil you.”

You leaned against him and giggled. “You already spoil me loads.”

He kissed your neck as he unclipped the back of your bikini bra. He slipped it off you and dropped it on the floor. He looked down and moaned at seeing your breasts free. He ran his hands up your body and began massaging the plump soft mounds. He sighed and nipped the crook of your neck as his hands moved. He smiled against your skin as you moaned. He pinched your peeks and sighed in happiness when you responded so perfectly.

He kissed the side of your ear. “Good bunny.” He released one of your breasts and moved his hand down your body. “Such a perfect bunny.”

You turned your head and smiled. “You going to keep messing with me, or are you going to touch me?”

He kissed you and hummed as he did. He pushed his hand past the band of your bottoms. He ran his fingers over you and felt how slick you were. He pulled back and frowned. “You’re wet already. Did sucking me and getting spanks do that?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He ran his fingers more over you. “Open your legs for me.”

You put your legs over his thighs so your legs were open wide. “Yes, bear.”

He moaned. “Such a good bunny. You all wet for your bear?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He slowly and teasingly pushed two fingers deep into your pussy. “You’re so wonderful, so perfect, so cute, so smart, so sweet. I adore you, bunny.” He nipped your ear as he pumped his fingers into you as he rubbed your g-spot and moved his thumb on your clit. He rolled your breast in his hand. “Such a good bunny.”

You panted and rocked your hips against Levi’s hand. “Bear.”

He tapped his forehead against the side of your head and whispered to you. “You going to cum for me?”

You whimpered and hummed. “Yes.”

“You feel so good, bunny.” He kissed the side of your head. “So hot, wet and your moans are like music to my ears. You’re perfect.” He purred at you. “So soft.”

You shivered under his touch. “Levi. Faster.” You grabbed his upper arms as his fingers fucked you faster. “Sh-shit. Yes.” You leaned your head back over his shoulder. You dug your nails into his skin as you felt your coil tighten. “I’m…Levi…ah!” You cried out and clenched Levi’s fingers over and over as you came. Your legs shook over his thighs.

Levi pulled his hand from you and licked them clean. “Mmm, you’re perfect.”

You moved your legs off his thighs before turning around and facing Levi. You panted at him as your legs shook. “More.” You straddled him. “I want to ride you.”

He gulped hard. “I want that too.”

You smiled and pulled his shorts down and freed him to see he was rock hard again. You nibbled your lip and hummed. “Perfect.”

He stopped you. “Condom.”

You jumped off Levi, yanked off your bottoms and ran to his supply in his bedroom and ran back to Levi. “Got one!”

He raised his brow. “One?”

You giggled. “You’re right, we are animals.” You tore the packet open and rolled the condom down on Levi’s penis. You straddled your lover and slammed him into your pussy. You moaned as you came at him roughly hitting your g-spot. “Sh-shit.” You squeezed him and smiled. “You feel so incredible.”

Levi panted as he gazed at you. “You’re the incredible one.”

You took his hands and placed them on your thighs. You smiled and gripped his shoulders and started moving up and down on him. “You want me to ride you?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You moved a little faster. “You want your bunny to bounce?”

He moaned. “Yes.”

You bounced fast on his cock and enjoyed him slamming and rubbing your g-spot. You pushed one hand into his hair and massaged. You panted and sighed as you enjoyed the feeling of Levi filling you up over and over. “You feel so good.” You leaned your head back and yanked Levi’s head against your breasts. “Oh God, your cock is so deep inside me.”

Levi bit your breast hard before sucking and leaving a beautiful love bite on your skin. Levi gripped your thighs tightly as he helped you bounce on him. He moaned against your skin as he dragged his tongue over to your nipple. He nipped your nipple and sucked. He nipped a little making you cry out. He smiled against your skin. He released your breast and started nipping and sucking your other breast. He looked up at you as you whimpered and cried in pleasure. Levi admired you using him for your pleasure. Levi just wanted this for the rest of his life. He wanted you to take anything you wanted from him.

You tugged on Levi’s hair and pulled his head away from you. You looked down at Levi as you kept bouncing on him. You crashed your lips against Levi’s and tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. You smiled before pushing your tongue into his mouth. You both moaned as your tongues moved together. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you felt your coil tighten. You mewled as you felt the urge to come around Levi’s cock and try and milk him of everything he had.

Levi slammed you down onto his cock making you cum hard. He grunted as your pussy clenched his cock tightly and massaged him. He released your lips and panted as you moaned. “You look incredible when you cum.”

You panted and smiled at him. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please.”

He shifted a little. “Of course, my bunny.” He gripped your thighs and pounded his cock up and into you. “Like that bunny? You like that?”

You gripped the top of the sunbed and cried out. “Yes!” You closed your eyes and knitted your brows together. “Shit! Levi!”

Levi’s hips slapped loudly against yours as his cock rammed into you as fast as he could move his hips. He panted and stared at his dick plunging in and out of you, your sweet honey almost pouring out of you due to the pure pleasure Levi was giving you. He was hitting all the spots you needed to be touched. He loved seeing his penis disappear into you and then pull out of you. He was overwhelmed by the beauty that was your pussy accepting him. He adored you so much that he couldn’t explain his feelings. He’d never done anything like this before in his life, but with you it was incredible. You were incredible.

Levi yanked you down onto him. He rolled his cock around inside you so could feel every inch of him inside you. He smiled up at you as you shivered and hummed. “That feel good?”

You nodded and placed your hand on your pelvis. “You feel so good inside me. You’re so deep.” You rolled your hips with Levi. “Do I feel good?”

“Fuck yes, bunny.”

You panted and whimpered. “Cum for me, please. I need you to cum from my body.”

He moaned. “I’ll cum for you. Are you close?”

You nodded and knelt up a little. “Hard and fast again.”

He panted and nodded. “Okay, bunny.” He gripped your thighs hard again and rammed his cock in and out of you. “Good bunny.”

You screamed in pleasure. You gripped the sunbed hard as you felt pure euphoria being pounded into you. You locked eyes with Levi to see his brows were knitted together, his mouth slightly parted as he panted and moaned your name. You placed one hand on his chest as your legs shook hard. You whimpered and clenched Levi in delight. You’d never done anything rough like this before, but it was so incredible and Levi knew just how you wanted it.

You shook and came hard on top of Levi. You collapsed forwards onto Levi as your pussy massaged Levi’s cock. Your hearing went as your vision became spotty. You drooled a little on Levi’s chest as pleasure pumped through you with each snap of Levi’s hips and his cock pounding into you. Levi gripped your hips hand and came. He moaned your name as he kept fucking you roughly. He finally slammed you down onto him and panted as the last spurts of his cum came out.

Levi lay there panting as he kept his cock inside you. He moaned as your pussy twitched and fluttered around him. He called your name. “Are you okay?” He peeked at your face and shook you a little as he said your name. “Bunny?” He moved your hair from your face. “Hey, hey, hey, talk to me.”

You gulped hard. “Can’t…think…straight…”

He sighed. “You’re okay, thank fuck.”

You closed your eyes. “I’m okay. I live…here now…” You relaxed. “Can’t…move.”

Levi rubbed your back and gave you a squeeze. “Maybe I went too rough.”

“Shh.”

He hummed a laugh and shifted you off him. He lay you down on the bed and left you. “I’ll be right back.” He ran to his bathroom and cleaned up. He grabbed some bottoms for you and a shirt of his. He selected some snacks and a nice cold drink. He ran back to you and changed you carefully. He sat down and put the drinks and food down. “Bunny?”

You opened your eyes and smiled at him. “Hiiii bear.”

He hummed a laugh. “You want a snack?”

You nodded. “Help me up.”

He dragged your floppy body and sat you on his lap. “There. Ow, did you just bite me?”

“I’m eating my snack.”

He rubbed his pec. “Bad bunny.” He opened your drink and handed it over. “Drink.”

You sipped it and hummed in happiness. “Yummy.”

Levi tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’m so sorry.”

You looked at him. “For what?”

“For going too rough and hard with you.”

You giggled. “I asked for it.”

He pouted. “But you almost passed out.”

You kissed his cheek a few times. “I’m perfectly good Levi. I enjoyed myself. I had a mind-blowing orgasm. I’m perfectly fine.”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “Next time we just make love, okay?”

You blushed hard at his words. You liked hearing him say love. “Yes.” You downed your drink more. “Everything aches.”

“Sorry.”

You laughed. “It’s okay. I wanted it.” You kissed him and sighed through your nose. “You’re incredible.”

You giggled. “I want to ride you again.”

He held your face with one hand and wiggled. “No, bunny.”

You pouted. “Okay. I guess I need to rest.”

“Bunny? Can we have a serious talk?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

He blushed a little. “It’s about us. I umm…I don’t want you to think I see you as just a fun sex partner, okay? I don’t want this to just be about sex. I want to date. I want to spend time together. I want to have fun. I want romance.”

You smiled at him. “Well, how about we ban ourselves from sex or oral for three days?”

Levi whined a little. “But I love eating you.”

You giggled. “I know, but we have to see if this is more than sexual chemistry. There is no denying that we are great in bed together, but we need to be sure of the romantic connection.”

He smiled and nodded. “Deal.”

You kissed him and hummed. “Besides, I think I’m out of action down there for a whole day at least.”

Levi massaged your inner thigh. “Get better.”

You giggled. “I will.”

He held your chin and pulled you close. He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “I like you a lot.”

You blushed an adorable pink. “I like you too.”

He hugged you tightly. “I’m so happy.”

You slowly traced the wings tattoo on his neck. “This is so pretty.”

“Thank you.”

You looked at the back of his wrist and admired the sunflower on it. You kissed the flower and hummed. “Lovely.”

He smiled. “You really love my tattoos, don’t you?”

You nodded as you looked at them all and noticed three names. “Furlan, Isabel and Kuchel?”

He tapped the one on his heart. “Kuchel is my mother. She’s alive and well, it’s just she’s done so much for me and raised me by herself in a very poor area. She did everything she could for me. I keep her close.” He tapped his friends’ names. “I grew up with these two, but in the early days of being in a gang before the mafia, they were killed.” He smiled sadly. “I love them as if they are family.”

You kissed all three names. “My heart goes out to them.”

“That was sweet of you.”

You smiled at him. “There’s a lot more to you than meets the eye, huh?”

He hummed a laugh. “I guess.” He took your hand and kissed it. “You know almost everything about me. I told you most in the club the night we met.”

“We should visit a nice tea museum for you.”

He shook his head as he massaged your hand. “I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do. You’ll be bored.”

You frowned. “No, I won’t! I will have lots of fun and I’ll get to see you happy.”

“Okay, we’ll visit one, but we need to visit somewhere you really want.” He kissed you. “Tell me where you want to go. You want to go abroad? I can fly us anywhere.”

You shook your head. “I want to go to a theme park!” You smiled brightly at Levi. “Please?”

He smiled at you. “Anything you want, bunny.”

You jumped around in front of the theme park entrance as you felt excitement bubble away inside you. You turned to Levi as he walked towards you with his hands in his pockets and a soft happy gaze. You ran over to Levi and held his hands. “I’m so excited!”

He admired you in your cute shorts and summer top. “I can see.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed. “Are you warm enough?”

You titled your head. “Yes?”

“If not, you can umm…you can wear my cardigan.” He gulped hard. “Only if you’re not warm enough.”

You smiled and held the edge of his cardigan. “I’m a bit cold.”

He lit up and pulled his green cardigan off and helped you into it. “There, all better.”

You smiled at him in his tight short sleeve shirt. “Will you be warm enough?”

“I run hot.” He offered his hand. “Hold my hand, okay? I don’t want to lose you here.”

You gripped his hand. “I’ll hold on all day.”

“Good bunny.”

You kissed Levi’s shoulder. “Bear.”

Levi blushed as he walked with you. He knew people were staring at him and knew exactly who he was and it worried him. He wanted to protect you and being with you was a risk to your safety. He jumped when you kissed his cheek. “I’m buying the tickets, okay?”

“Okay.”

He leaned on the counter and saw the woman looked a bit scared and turned on by seeing him. “Two platinum tickets.”

You gasped. “Bear, that’s too much.”

He shook his head. “It’s not, bunny.” He opened his wallet and flashed the cash he had. He handed the money over and took the tickets. “Thanks.” He pulled you into the park. “Take a look at the map.”

You giggled. “I don’t need a map. I looked it up before we came here.”

“You were that excited?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He kissed the back of your hand. “Cute. So, what do you want to go on first?”

You pulled him along. “Best thing is to start from the back of the park and work our way forwards.”

“Smart.”

“Hope you don’t mind walking.”

He shook his head. “Not at all.” He looked down at your shoes. “Are you going to be okay? Are those shoes comfy enough?”

You nodded. “Yeah, they’ll be okay.”

He hummed in thought. “Let me know if they’re not.”

“I will.” You walked with Levi down a nice path through a wooded part to the back part of the massive park. You noticed there was a little dark spot out of view of others. “Come here.”

Levi stumbled into the spot when you yanked him into it. “What are you doing?”

You held his shirt and smiled. “A nice private spot for kisses. I suspect you’re the type who doesn’t like public displays of affection because you get a bit nervous.”

He blushed. “Maybe…”

You hummed. “But here we can’t be seen!” You tapped your lips. “Kiss.”

Levi pressed himself against you so you were squished between him and the wall. He kissed you and sighed through his nose as he calmed down. He held your waist and massaged you. “You’re so cute. My little bunny.”

You nibbled your lip. “Bear.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Come on bunny, we have some rides to go on.”

You held his hand and ran with him along the path. “We’re going on the big ones!”

Levi gazed softly at you. “Alright.”

You stopped and looked at the big ride. “Ooow! Look at this one!”

Levi pulled you close against his body and looked at it and heard people screaming on it. “Interesting.” He looked at you to see how excited you were. He pulled you to the fast pass area and showed the tickets. He led you to the front of the ride and noticed no one complained about you both taking the front.

You sat down and smiled. “I’m surprised.”

Levi pushed down the overhead bars on you and clipped you in place. “Why?”

You leaned forwards and looked at Levi as he sat next to you. “Well, usually when you have a fast pass people glare at you and complain.”

Levi clipped his buckle and hummed. “I hate to break it to you, but they won’t because of me.”

You stared at Levi, then gasped when it clicked. “Oh yeah! You’re a scary gangster! I forget sometimes.” You giggled and smiled at the man checking the bars. You looked smiled when he looked a little scared. “Don’t mind the bear, he’s harmless! Bear? Don’t glare at the man doing his job.”

“Tch, sorry.”

You kicked your legs and hummed a song. “Can I hold your hand?”

“You scared?”

You shook your head and leaned so you could see Levi. “No, I just want to hold your hand.”

Levi reached over and held your hand. “Sure.” Levi sighed as the ride lifted up, then you went outside and moved around. He felt bored as it slowly clicked at going up. He frowned a little when you squeezed his hand hard. “Bunny?”

You nervously laughed. “High up.”

“You’re okay, bunny. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay.”

Levi tried to look over at you, but you’d pressed yourself against the seat. He looked ahead and kept a straight face as the ride dropped. His heart throbbed in his chest when he heard you screaming. He wanted to stop your fear and hurt whatever it was, but then your screams turned to laughter. He smiled a little as the ride went upside down making you laugh more in delight. He relaxed and enjoyed himself. He didn’t react much because he had lived a life of danger for so long, that a ride was not thrilling to him. However, you laughing and squealing in delight made him enjoy the ride.

You kicked your legs when the ride came to a stop. “That was fun!” You unclipped yourself from your seat and pushed the bars up. “Right Levi?”

Levi shoved the bars up and smiled a little. “Tch, yeah.”

You frowned. “You didn’t like it, did you?”

He climbed out and helped you along. “I enjoyed it.”

“You can say if you didn’t.”

He kissed the back of your hand. “I did.”

You hummed and walked with him to the photos. You stopped and saw you were laughing and Levi had a cute smile on his face. “You did.” You looked over at Levi. “You did enjoy yourself.”

He nodded. “Told you.”

You hugged his arm. “I’m so glad!”

He blushed a little as people stared at him and you. “Yeah.”

You pulled away. “S-Sorry. I shouldn’t be all over you.”

Levi stopped. “Tch.” He offered his arm. “It’s okay. Hug it.”

You stared at Levi as he started blushing. “Only if you’re okay with it.”

“Yes.”

You hugged his arm and held his hand. You hummed in happiness and smiled as you walked with Levi. “Thank you.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he felt flustered. “Let’s get to the next ride, okay?”

You nodded and hummed a laugh. You went from ride to ride with Levi and felt he was enjoying himself more. You could see he was relaxing. You winced a little when your feet started hurting. You nibbled your lip as you covered up your pain. You limped a little and felt wetness in your shoes. You chewed on your lip more as you fought the pain.

You stumbled a little. “Ah.”

Levi stopped and looked down at you. “Bunny?”

You welled up and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”

He cupped your face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed. “My feet.”

Levi lifted you up like a bride and carried you to a sitting area for people to eat and drink near a shop. He knelt in front of you and pulled your shoes off. He stared at your socks to see blood on them. “Oh, bunny…”

You rubbed your tears away. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled and kissed your knees. “Don’t be sorry, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He smiled at you. “Wait here, okay? I’ll be right back. If anyone bothers you, just bark at them.”

You giggled as you rubbed your tears. “Yes.” You blew him a kiss and watched him go into the shop. You sniffed a little and saw a guy hurry over to you.

He stopped and smiled. “Hey, cutie. Someone like you shouldn’t be left all alone.”

You locked eyes with him. “Woof!”

“What the fuck?”

You started barking at him making him run off. You stuck your tongue out. “Weirdo.” You smiled as Levi returned to you. “I barked!”

Levi frowned. “Which fucker tried touching you?”

You smiled. “Feet.”

He sighed and knelt. “You’re right. Priorities, Levi.” He cleaned your feet with some water first. He pulled out a medkit and cleaned your wounds. He dried them before patching them up and binding your feet. He pulled on fresh socks and new trainers for you. He looked up at you. “How are they?”

“Comfy.”

“I’ll get you better ones soon.”

You shook your head. “I like them. Thank you so much.”

He handed you some pain meds and water. “Take them, okay? I don’t want you in pain.”

“Thank you.” You gasped after drinking. “I feel better.”

Levi smiled a little. “We should go home.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I want to stay.”

He hummed. “I’m worried about you.”

You pouted a little. “But we haven’t been to the arcade and there are cool prizes. There might be a cute cuddly toy.”

“You…you like soft things?”

“I do.”

He packed everything into the bag and offered his hand. “Can you walk?”

You nodded and took his hand. You walked with him and smiled as he watched you closely. “All good.”

“I’m glad.” He pulled you along to the arcade. “If you need to stop, just say. I can carry you.”

You giggled. “Maybe in a bit.”

“Okay.”

You looked around the place and chose different things to play on with Levi. You gasped when you saw a big cuddle bear. “Bear…”

Levi looked at you, then followed your line of sight to see the bear. He walked up to the stand. He paid and picked up the balls and threw them at the bottles. He threw them at such a force that the bottles went flying. “Tch, easy.” He grabbed the bear and handed it over. “Here.”

You hugged him and squealed. “That was amazing! You’re so strong and cool!”

He blushed a little. “Tch, thanks.”

You jumped up and down. “You’re the best!”

He walked with you. “Is there anything else you want?”

You shook your head and hummed a laugh. “This bear is perfect. Can we go home?”

“Sure.” He walked with you and felt jealous that you were cuddling the massive bear. “You shouldn’t hug that bear so much.”

You looked over at Levi. “How come?”

He blushed. “You’ll squeeze the stuffing from the neck area.”

You smiled a little knowing he was jealous of the bear. “You’re right. I should hug you tightly and not this bear.”

“Exactly.”

You put the bear in the back of the car and turned to Levi. You hugged him tightly and hugged. “Yeah, much better than a bear.”

Levi hugged you back. “Good. So, did you have fun today?”

You nodded. “Loved it.”

[jinxeddetectivve]

OFFICIAL PINNED POST !?!?

Hello !! I thought I'd make an intro for myself despite havvin similar things already. You can probably find this info elsewwhere but I feel it's quicker for people to see a pinned post than to dig through my blog.

BASICS: I am J.D. (abbrevviation of blog name) or Joe ! Wwhatevver makes you comfier > He/Him, It/Its > A Joe Tazuna HIGH. SYNNIE. > ENFP > TYPIN QUIRK USER ! (It isn't too crazy but I wwill translate if asked.) > POC > Genderfluid ! And Pan ! All the silly stuff !!

INTERACTION STUFF ?: > Don't be afraid to ask anything ! > Tone indicators are usually needed > The USUAL DNI but add: Other Joe syns, Any blogs that sexualize Martin Blackwwood and/or Jon Archivvist, people wwho don't respect xenogenders and neopronouns, and DSMP fans. > CRINGE CULTURE NOT ALLOWWED !! I am cringe but I am FREE

(Next part has coloured bits so it's easier to read the important stuff !) POSTS/TAGS: > I tend to only tag vvery common triggers ! If you need something tagged tho, I just need a reminder. I'm not perfect and don't alwways remember or think to tag some things. The format is usually "CW" instead of "TW". > SPOILERS. FOR EVVERYTHIN. IF I TALK AB SOMETHIN I WWILL SPOIL IT. > Sometimes I might reblog adult jokes or kind of nsfww content, but no actual porn, no actual explicit descriptions and I'll try to remember to tag evverythin accordingly (I wwill probably nevver rb actual images or gifs of any sort, I mean more like text posts) > This does not wwelcome nsfww interactions wwith me ! (Asks etc.)

ACTUAL TAGS: savve = It's obvious (NAME) tag = Wwhen I tag a moot ! so cool so cool so cool so cool = usually reservved for cool art, not consistant friend art/moot art = Also obvvious art inspo = thought it wwas cool also !! but this time it's inspo !!

OTHER NOTES: > I draww, but not often. I am not an art blog. > The fandoms I post about are NOT consistent, if you followw me for content for a specific media I probably wwon't post about it for long. > I'M A BIG NERD !! I LIKE MATH !! AND BIOLOGY !! STEM ALL THE WWAY FR FR > This doesn't excuse me from bein a silly little guy. > I block people all the time, and it's not alwways because I don't like someone. Sometimes I block people simply because I'm not in the fandom their blog is dedicated to, or because they ship something I don't like all that much.

Um also BLINKIES !!!! (I believve none of these require credits but if I'm wwrong I wwill correct this !) (FLASH WWARNIN OFC !!)

[veryblushyswitch]

O.K K.O Let’s Be Heroes

Main Trio ~ (tickle hcs)

(@fluffy-alien because I adore their art for OK KO)

*KO is the most ticklish out of the three of them. But Rad is a close second with Enid coming in third.

*KO is full of giggles and bright laughter that can make anyone smile.

*Rad’s laugh is full of talking, if he can get the words out, and loud cackles when he let’s loose.

*Enid’s laugh is full of squeals, low pitched giggles, and high pitched belly laughter.

*Both Rad and Enid tried to hide their ticklishness for as long as they could before KO decided to finally get them back.

*Rad and Enid never really tickled each other when they were younger. But as KO came into their lives, he brought tickling into their lives.

*They all have safe words that mean slow down and stop. Most of the time they’ll know when to stop and/or slow down a little bit but it’s always safer to have them.

*Rad tickles KO like an older brother would. More rough and giving him little noogies every now and then.

*Enid is more gentle but can be rough when she feels more playful.

*She loves giving KO tickle hugs because no matter how many times she does them he never sees them coming. She thinks it’s so cute when she pokes her fingers along his sides and ribs which makes him squeal and giggle. Then he does the little leg kicks which make Enid soft.

*Rad and Enid will give KO raspberries on rare occasions. Usually it’s one of them holding him down while the other does it. Or one of them will blow one on the back of his neck that makes KO let out the cutest giggles.

*Sleepovers always lead to pillow fights that then lead to tickle fights.

*Enid and KO like to team up together to tickle Rad.

*He will deny he is ticklish till the day he dies. Or until Enid and KO tickle him so much till he admits it.

*KO is most ticklish on his stomach, sides, and feet. But he will giggle anywhere you tickle him. He’s a little ball of ticklish nerves.

*Enid and Rad like to see who can make KO laugh or squeal the loudest with little challenges.

*Enid wins most of the time because she can pinpoint certain nerve endings, ninja stuff, which get KO to react the most.

*Rad does win occasional challenges, but that’s because KO and Rad like to have “guys nights” where it’s “just the two of them being bros”, in Rad’s words. KO gets tickled a lot during those times. So he’s learned some of the best ways to tickle KO.

*The two of them love to make their little buddy happy and seeing him laugh is an added bonus. There isn’t a week or couple days that go by without KO being tickle in some way.

*Rad is most ticklish on his abs, knees, biceps, and underarms. He has other spots that will get him giggling but those are his major spots.

*Before Rad accepted the soft side of himself and he’d “act cool”, Enid would quickly sneak pokes to his stomach. He curls up every time.

*If he can see it coming, he can hold his own for a few seconds while flexing but then he crumbles and can’t help but giggle.

*KO finding out Rad was ticklish was the greatest thing in the world to him.

*Rad giving KO piggyback rides? Neck tickles. A bro hug? Quick side poke. Enid winks at KO? Tag team Rad and tickle him.

*That isn’t to say Rad doesn’t always get KO back. He always gets his revenge. But he also lets the little guy tickle him sometimes when he’s feeling extra soft towards KO.

*Enid is most ticklish on her ribs, back, neck, and thighs. Secretly has ticklish hands but no one has found out yet.

*Rad will poke Enid’s ribs to make her yelp. It works every time and makes her blush.

*If he points out the fact she’s blushing he’s done for. Rip Rad.

*KO is the only person that can tickle Enid where she won’t get mad. She doesn’t get mad at Rad per-say, just more annoyed.

*She genuinely likes it when KO sneaks in little pokes and scribbles to her ribs or back.

*Overall, a very tickle friendly trio and they wouldn’t trade their friendship for anything 💖

[princessjungeun]

Hey Beautiful: Jennie x Reader

Request: Hii :) i have a request for jennie x femreader, where the reader is a famous idol and Jennie has a crush on her. They attend the same award show and at the end when they are backstage the reader asks Jennie for her number. Then they go on a date or something just cute stuff (fluff i guess😅)

A/N: I’ll write a continuation of this if you’d like for the date part :D

Awards show season was in full swing and you were to attend the MAMAs tonight. It was your first time attending without a date, usually your best friend tagged along but she was working the night shift at her job so she couldn’t make it. 

You were already in your dress and your glam team was getting your hair and makeup done before you were to leave. This had been going on for hours and you were simply exhausted and hungry, the only thing keeping you going was knowing that you’d be seeing some friends of yours later in the evening. 

It took two hours but eventually your hair and makeup were finished and you were cleared to leave. Your manager sat across from you in the car, a smile on his face as she teasingly asked, “so anyone you’re excited to meet in particular?” 

You knew exactly what he meant, there was one person that had showed an interest in meeting you for months, Kim Jennie. To be honest when she said she was your fan in an interview, you were a little surprised. Despite being one of the most popular female soloists at the time, you were still shocked when you heard artists you looked up to liked you. 

Jennie in particular had mentioned on many occasions that you were her ideal type and she’d date you if she had the chance. Blinks and your fans shipped the two of you heavily as well. Most of the time you hated when you were shipped with people you never met because it made for uncomfortable times when you actually did happen to meet them. It’d happened in the past when people shipped you with a popular member of a boy group, he was to produce a song with you. However with all of the shipping flying around, you didn’t want to risk you or him getting involved in a scandal that would just add fuel to the fire. But with Jennie you entertained it, saying you’d date her too and she was your ideal type as well. Fans had been praying for an interaction for the longest and you knew you two were probably going to cross paths tonight. 

Once you’d walked the red carpet and avoided falling on your face, you were escorted inside to find your seat. The idols on the plus couch across from you were TWICE, the girls greeted you warmly, especially Nayeon who happened to be a close friend of yours. 

She scooted closer to you, and started catching you up on everything that had happened in the past month because you two hadn’t talked in a bit. You were both performing tonight, she wasn’t nervous whereas you were for the first time. 

Before Nayeon got up she nudged you gently, using her head to point you towards a familiar idol. You squinted, having forgotten your contacts at home, you realized it was Jennie, sitting with her members and talking to them. Nayeon stated, “I’m gonna call her over.” 

You panicked, “No no, not yet. Don’t call her over- Nayeon I sweat to god-” YOur friend only laughed, waving the girl down and mouthing to her from afar. You froze, trying to look everywhere but at Jennie, this was not how you wanted to meet her for the first time. Giving up, you hid your face in Nayeon’s shoulder, your face beet red as you laughed, the rest of Twice laughing and teasing you playfully. 

Nayeon patted your head, “she’s gone.” 

You peeked from her shoulder to make sure she was serious and not playing a prank, and she was. Jennie was now talking to Irene, facing the other direction and not paying you any mind. 

Nayeon told you, “you’re gonna need to work on that. She also said you’re cute...you missed it while you were hiding.” 

You smacked her shoulder and said, “I wouldn’t have had to hide if you just left her alone in the first place Nay. That was so embarrassing please never put me through that traumatizing experience again.” She sighed and said “okay fine, but you should talk to her before the night ends. She really does like you.” 

Nayeon scooted back towards her members and you focused straight ahead for the stage. As performances went on and awards were given out, you felt your heart race knowing that your big performance was coming up. 

A staff came and got you from your seat to escort you backstage during a break. Your manager was already in your dressing room with your stylist, both of them getting everything you need for your performance. Your dancers were warming up as well in a corner. 

You changed and start to warm up your vocals as well as your body, it was a new song and a new choreography which you’d never performed in front of such a large audience. The dance break was what you were most worried about because you hadn’t had a lot to time to practice in your shoes so you were afraid of messing up and hurting yourself. 

Your manager noticed the look on your face, “Hey don’t be nervous. Everyone in that crowd is your fan. You could go out there and just breathe into the mic and everyone would still lose their shit. So go out there and do your thing, I’ll be watching from in here. You’ll do great, stop worrying babe.” He always knew the right thing to say, he was like your best friend and soulmate all at the same time. 

You hugged him, “Thank you, I’ll meet you back in here when I’m done.” 

The dancers pulled you into a huddle, putting your hands together you all yelled, “1-2-lets get it.” You all broke and made your way towards the stage where a staff last minute checked your IEMs and mic to make sure they were working. 

You took a deep breath before making your way to the stage, the lights dimmed before the song started. Looking at your dancer they gave you a subtle nod, and smile giving you the last bit of confidence that you needed. 

During your performance all of your nerves melted away. You hit every note and move perfectly, gaining a huge reaction for the audience. The deafening sound of fans and other idols cheering you on only made your confidence rise, and it showed throughout your performance. When you were done almost everyone was standing up, even the idols as they cheered for you. 

After you were off of the stage you pulled your IEMs and mic pack off, handing them to your manager so you could go and change once more. Your second outfit was different, more elegant yet subtle. You changed your shoes to a pair of sneakers, relived that you could finally get out of heels. 

As your stylist touched up your makeup and hair you remembered that Blackpink was preforming in a bit. You wondered if you’d see Jennie back here, Nayeon did mention that she would probably be here when you got off the stage. 

Your questions were answered on the way back out to the audience because you ran into Jennie. The woman was passing you, looking down at her phone as she was walking. 

She looked up from the device to bow as she walked by, “Oh! Y/N hey!” she beamed as she tucked her phone in her back pocket. Although she knew she had to be somewhere she didn’t care, she wasn’t going to miss her opportunity

You looked her over and tried to not let your eyes linger on her very toned abs for a second too long. She told you sweetly, “you did amazing earlier, you looked stunning.” 

Heat rushed to your cheeks the longer she looked into your eyes, you stuttered out, “t-thanks...you’re going to kill it out there, more than me definitely.” 

Just as she was about to respond Jisoo called down the hall for her, waving her over with a clearly impatient manager. 

Jennie quickly turned to you and asked, “hey, I know this is the first time we met but can I have your number? Maybe we could go out sometime?” Her hand rested comfortably on your arm, a subtle touch that still made your heart burst inside. 

You nodded, “yeah, sure. I’d really like that.” Quickly she whipped out her phone and you put in your number, saving your name with a red heart emoji. 

Jennie smiled, “I’ll text you later.” 

You told her with a shy smile, “okay, good luck out there.” 

Jennie kissed your cheek, “thanks beautiful, i’ll see you out there.” She walked past you and to her members and managers who were waiting for her. 

You touched your cheek and smiled before following a staff member that was to take you back to your seat. When you got back Nayeon took one look at you before bursting out laughing. You frowned, “what?” 

Your friend replied, “run into Jennie did you?” 

You asked, shocked at how she already knew, “wha- how did you know?” 

Nayeon swiped her thumb over your cheek a few times before pulling away, showing you the faint lipstick stained on her skin, “She isn’t exactly the most subtle.” 

You poked Nayeon’s neck with a smirk, “Well turns out you and Jeongyeon aren’t either, Nay.” Her face flushed red as she pulled the collar of her top up and brushed her hair around her neck, you let out a laugh earning a slap on the arm from her. The two of you went back and forth playfully until the lights dimmed indicating Blackpink coming on to perform. 

You watched intently as the girls performed Lovesick Girls, Jennie staring at you as she sang that last part, winking in your direction as she made the heart gesture with her hands. You couldn’t help but smile back at her, trying to hold back how flustered the simple gesture. 

At the end of the night you were finally home and able to check your phone and as promised, Jennie did reach out to you. The message read: 

Unknown Number: Hey beautiful, I’m sorry I couldn’t see you more tonight. But I can make it up to you by taking you to that new art exhibition downtown. Are you free next Saturday?

You typed back quickly, not caring if it made you look desperate or like you were watching your phone: Don’t apologize, nights like these are hectic and unpredictable. I am free and I’m more than happy to go, thank you <3

You quickly updated her contact to Jennie and broke into a happy dance when she told you what time she’d come pick you up. You’d been dying to check out the art exhibition since you found out it was coming to town but tickets sold out before you could get the chance. So not only were you going on a date with your crush, but also to check out what you’d been dying to see for weeks. 

You flopped onto your bed and sighed, relieved that the day was finally over and that you were able to end it on a positive note. 

[hueningpiss]

Can't Hold It In

Pairing: Yeonjun × Huening Kai

Genre: smut

Tags: Dom!Yeonjun , Sub!HueningKai , piss and the art of holding it in , Hyuka is a good boy™ , degradation if you squint , but also praise , Hyuka gets peed in , staying true to my username , I don't know how to tag

Kai was always very good about following his dom's rules. After all, being a good boy was the one thing he was always, always praised for.

He never touched unless he was told to, he never talked back, never acted bratty. So when Yeonjun told him to hold in his piss, even after he'd drank a large bottle of water and felt his bladder fill up, he did his very best to do as he was told.

It was hard. He learned that very quickly. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his feet kept tapping. He couldn't so much as pull a blanket over himself because the contact of the fabric with his abdomen made him feel like he was gonna combust.

Yeonjun, Kai, and the rest of txt were all sat around their living area, watching TV together. All chatting, except for Hyuka. He was too focused on not letting any of his piss leak out.

He kept casting glances over to Yeonjun, nonverbally begging for the ability to go to the bathroom. But Yeonjun kept shaking his head. For hours and hours, Kai couldn't go. It was almost starting to hurt.

He pulled out his phone, typing a quick:

"Hyung, I'm literally about to pee myself on this couch"

To Yeonjun.

The older boy took out his phone when it buzzed, laughing quietly at the message.

"You've done well today, Hyuka. Come to my room."

Kai just about shot out of his seat, startling Soobin who was sat next to him. He apologized quickly, before dashing into Yeonjun's room with the older boy following in tow, albeit at a much slower pace.

The other three boys all exchanged a glance, and Taehyun reached for the TV remote so he could raise the volume. They'd learned, after many experiences, that Hyuka just does not know how to be quiet.

Yeonjun shut his bedroom door behind him, approaching Hyuka, whose legs were still crossed, and whose bottom lip was quivering because of how badly he needed to pee.

"H-hyung.... Can I go now, please?"

"I'm sorry baby, I want to have a little more fun before you can. Is that alright?"

Kai really didn't feel like it was gonna be alright. He felt like he was about to burst. But he nodded his head yes anyways, because he wanted to be a good boy for Yeonjun.

Yeonjun took Hyuka over to his bed, pushing him down until the younger boy's back met the plushness of his hyung's fuzzy blue blanket.

Their lips met, and Yeonjun's hands started travelling all over Kai's body, undoing the buttons on his pants and lifting up his sweater until his entire torso was visible. Tentatively, he placed a hand over Kai's bladder, pushing down until the other boy was whimpering and whispering "don't, don't, don't" under his breath.

Yeonjun got himself undressed, and then looked back down at Kai, whose eyes were getting teary from the pressure in his abdomen and at the tip of his cock.

"Kai, baby..."

Kai looked up at his hyung, praying he would tell him he can go. But...

"Could you ride me?"

Kai bit his lip. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. But he was a good boy. So he said yes.

Within a few minutes, Hyuka was straddling Yeonjun, ass hovered a mere inch over his lubed up cock.

He sunk down, moaning once he got the whole thing inside his hole. He would never get sick of the feeling of having his hyung's massive cock filling him up and stretching him out, going so deep inside of him that it bulged out his tummy.

"Ah- Hyung- it's poking at my bladder..."

Yeonjun paid him no mind, moving his hips so that his cock moved slowly in and out of Kai's wet hole.

The younger boy was whimpering, the sensations in his body overwhelming him. Yeonjun's dick buried inside him, his bladder like a water balloon waiting to pop, and oh god, Yeonjun just started stroking his cock.

Kai's hips moved on their own, thrusting into Yeonjun's hand and pushing his dom's cock deeper and deeper into his pulsing heat.

He was losing himself in pleasure, throwing his head back and letting his eyes shut tight, mind going absolutely blank.

Warmth, pleasure, relief.

Unknowingly, Kai began to pee, sending streams of his piss down Yeonjun's hand and arm down onto his taut abdomen. He moaned, the unbearable pressure he'd felt all day finally going away. He didn't even realize what he'd done until he opened his eyes again, and noticed the mess he'd made all over his hyung's body.

"'M sorry hyung, 'm so sorry, I couldn't keep it in."

Yeonjun scoffed, but his hips were still moving, thrusting into Kai's hole.

"Of course you couldn't. Was just too much for you, wasn't it? Maybe Hyuka isn't such a good boy after all."

Kai was tearing up again.

"Hyuka's a good boy. Hyuka didn't know he was going. Hyuka is sorry."

Yeonjun hummed, changing their position so that he was hovering above Kai, some of the younger boy's still-warm piss dripping from Yeonjun's abs onto Kai's soft, smooth stomach.

"Hyung?"

"Be quiet. You got to relieve yourself, now I should as well."

Yeonjun set an impressive pace, slamming into his bottom so intensely that the younger boy was shaking underneath him. Kai's moans started to sound like hiccups, his head being pushed and pulled from the pillows at such a speed that his eyes couldn't even keep up.

And then he felt it, the warm hot liquid coming out of his Hyung's cock, pouring into his asshole and then being forced right back out by the intense snapping of his hips.

'has he been holding it too?'

The relief of finally being able to piss and the satisfaction of having done it inside his beautiful Hyuka was all Yeonjun needed to finally send him over the edge, and before he knew it he was pumping his dongsaeng full of his cum.

Kai came too, spurting it out all over his stomach and his chest. He fell limp immediately afterwards, chest rising and falling and eyes shutting tight.

He pretty much blacked out at that point, but he remembered being carried to the bath, and hearing the words:

"You did so well, baby. So well for hyung."

[datingdonovan]

we’re coming at you live from the ribbon cutting ceremony for the tsukkicece tag and, viewers, i have to tell you it’s absolutely beautiful.

okay let’s talk about college boyfriend kei tsukishima and you getting yourself sick during finals because “you stayed up late pretending to study again, didn’t you?” my guy is so grumbly and passive aggressive about you being sick, no you cannot change my mind, but who else is going to take care of you so you don’t get even worse? you? don’t make him laugh.

you got yourself sick and your prize is a live-in boyfriend who buys you soup (all different kinds so you don’t get bored!) and forces you to drink water! he makes you the flash cards you said you would but didn’t! he quizzes you on your notes! brushes your hair for you! washes your face for you! he reads your current book to you when you’re too delirious to focus! he calls you dumb (affectionate) and oh so smart (affectionate?) for getting practice questions right all in the same sentence!

you might even catch him cuddling you while you watch a movie late at night. yes he will deny this in the morning. you were the one cuddling him. and you were drooling.

Oh nooooo🤧🤧🤧the man literally makes so many cracks at me for not just going to sleep at a regular hour like a normal person, saying I knew this would happen, blah blah blah. except can he really blame me??? bc every time I ask him to stay up w me he rolls his eyes, but we both know he secretly has a great time pestering me while I finish my work. so who is really to blame for my habit of staying up late?? Hm????

also oh my word. I’m the WORST patient one minute I’m like tsukishima I do not like soup. i am tired and will be sleeping now. and the next I’m like thanking him profusely and sniffling a little deliriously over the fact that he made me the rest of my Italian flash cards which he ofc did at least a little bit from his own memory bc. come on. guy who can discuss random renaissance art at length can’t speak Italian? yeah ok and his response to me being affectionate and grateful is just. “yeah, well, you can’t just quiz yourself straight from the vocab page of the book. that’s the lazy way. writing it down yourself helps you learn better.” “wait but I didn’t write these down. you—.” “shut up.” definitely kisses my cheek a lil too fondly when I get a question right and then follows it up w sth like “but nothing else, cause you’re all sick and gross.” drama king makes a face about it and everything.

also. this man. I ask him if he can help me with my hair to which his response is ofc something ab how 🙄🙄grumble grumble grumble he has to do everything around here. but then I fall asleep to the feeling of his fingers on my scalp. and at first he’s just like frozen with no clue what to do. just keeps running his fingers softly through my hair until I eventually stir and I’m like “was I asleep? how long was I out?” “oh I guess you were. uh. didn’t really notice” “how come you didn’t finish—” “well it would have been hard to fix your hair when you were sleeping at such an awkward angle” “thought you said you didn’t know I was asleep” “shut up.”

and yeah. this is literally the only time I can get this man to watch my terrible romcoms and dumb horror movies. he accuses me of getting sick on purpose just to subject him to this crap. forever making annoyed comments about how stupid the romcoms are and definitely jumps at some parts of the scary shows and jolts me awake, which I will never let him live down🥰 yeah he complains about the whole thing endlessly but the fact that i did drool on his sweater and he did not vacate the premises frankly says it all😇😂

[curiositea]

( cis woman | she/her/hers | minatozaki sana ) —— isn’t that PANDORA LOVEGOOD? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in GRYFFINDOR but apparently they now work as a SPELL DESIGNER APPRENTICE. sybill once said that they reminded her of color mismatched patches on worn jeans, neon bandaids on knees and knuckles, a mischievous smirk dancing on lips, large aviator eyeglasses crooked from falling asleep at her desk, stacks of books filled with notes haphazardly organized on tables and stools, rapidly shaking a present to try and figure out what’s inside, which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit CHILDISH, IMPULSIVE and INNOVATIVE , they’re TWENTY ONE now but some things never change! i wonder how being a MUGGLEBORN is affecting them after school, especially now they’re ab ORDER OF THE PHOENIX AGENT? i guess only time will tell…

Profile is here. Anything else is under the cut as a tldr as i sit to down to fully write her backstory and a bit about me, her mun.

hello! im going to start this off by talking about my favorite subject: ME! My name is Angela. I am in the CST, but that means nothing because my sleep schedule doesn’t exist and I am 25. Pandora was an impulse pick up a little earlier this year and I’ve adored every moment of writing for her. I just hope that everyone loves her back. If you see any turtle emojis, that likely me. and once in a while you’ll see my cat’s lovely contributions in the tags as she rolls into my laptop to help me write replies.

Personality

Slow down? Never heard of her. Thinking before acting? Hell no. That takes up valuable time of learning new things and having new experiences. Tends to jump into things with both feet.

Childlike curiosity. Can and will try everything. But she’s very openminded because of this.

Loves very hard, but also has 0 tolerance for elitists and bigots. Actively plays up the dumb and ignorance muggleborn with them.

Loves to create things like art projects and such, but has no real artistic talent. Though, she’s good at modifying her own clothes.

Biography

Born in America, but her family moved to the country side of Ireland when she was just a child with the rise of New Ageism. Hasn’t been to America since and doesn’t remember much of it. Comes from a large family and the second eldest (eldest daughter though), 3 sisters and 3 brothers.

Not long after her arrival into Ireland, her magic started to show through. Some things never change. It has always been explosive and used for various different pranks on her siblings. But it was difficult to control. Despite their ignorance to magic, eventually her parents were met by curious people from the Ministry to let them know that their daughter was magical. While her other siblings were homeschooled, Pandora attended a magical primary school (one that would take on a muggleborn student) to help manage her magic. Her parents covered it up as a magnet school for the intellectually gifted.

And she was extremely gifted at magic. Anything that required spellcasting, Pandora excelled at. Which, as she got older, only made her think that the elitists were completely illogical in their stances. If she was a muggleborn and inferior, why was she on par if not better than most of the pureblood wixen she knew?

Pandora knew next to nothing about the houses going into Hogwarts. The hat deliberated on how she could fit so many houses, but was cut off by her saying she just wanted to be in some house so she could eat. Immediately after, she was sorted into Gryffindor.

With the bubbling of war since her graduation and finding a position as an apprentice to a spell designer, Pandora can’t help, but feel the need to protect people like her family as well as fellow muggleborns with the rise of something dark.

Extras

Wand is also a chaotic mess too. Actively has to talk to it to get it to do what she wants half the time. Her name is Eris.

Only fear she has is of total darkness. Otherwise, she’s the kind to just pick up a spider and holding at people.

Former quidditch keeper for the Gryffindor team. She wasn’t great, but she was a good sportsman.

[popculturebuffet]

The Loud House Reviews: The Cow-Pie Kid and Saved by the Spell

Welcome back Loudiacs.. I .. don’t know what the fandom calls themselves. And given I dont’ know anyone personally in the fandom and the going into the tag is like living in a living nightmare.. it’s easier to keep workshopping a name till either someone tells me or I find one that sounds right. Loudites.. there we go that didn’t take long. Point is we’re back in The Loud House, In The Loud House for the first regular coverage, i.e. when I cover a show as It comes out of the season. And I was lucky enough to actually see the episode same day this time and with a promo that at least gives me images to work with, so yeah, i’m pretty pumped. And not just because I can cross this one off because SOMEBODY has a birthday tommorow.. no not me, that was last month. 

There ya go. But yeah the show’s back. I’m excited, your excited, i’m scared because nick dosen’t give a clear schedule out ahead of time so i’m left wondering when one’s going to pop up and when to get it on my schedule now I have one... it’s a good time. Seriously though Nick needs to get their scheduling in order. So i’m happy to be back, your happy to have me here, but probably not happy to have spoilers so let’s take this under the cut and we can talk about cow pies, magic, and ... how this block is weirdly almost all lincoln episodes. 

The Cow-Pie Kid:  Yeah.. this was the only bit from cow pie kid I could find. Tons of stuff to mine from for saved by the spell. Nothing for that one. Weird.  Anyways our story opens with Lynn’s baseball team, who we’ve met before.. and include friends who have played other sports with her and that guy she had a crush on for all of five minutes because the writers kinda forgot L is for Love happened for anyone but Luna and Luann. 

Okay look MOST of the love intrests introduced there were not great and while Lincoln needs one NOW, at the time he really did not as the Ronnie Anne thing had not, and still has not, been properly resolved. Still vastly prefer him with Stella and her with Sid, i’m just saying closure would be nice.  Look i’m getting off topic point is one besides Sam, who was great out of the gate and not just for being gay.. though that was a lot of it, and Benny, whose objectively a really sweet kid and damn likeable. Luaggie shippers feel free to boo me, I understand.. dosen’t change my mind or the fact Poly exists to fix that. I mean why not both I ask you.  Besides them, we had Chazz, a loveable chubby guy who Leni was into and worked at clothing store and knew his fashion stuff. and was charmed by her romantic gesture. He just seemd sweet and it was implied via background stuff they were still dating.. but he hasnt’ shown up since despite her working AT the mall and that being her main arc for the last two seasons. 

Just why? What’s wrong with the chubby fashion boy? Why? Did they decide they had too many romance arcs.. at exactly two? I get focusing on sam, because duh, and because that was awesome.. but you’ve had 2 full seasons since then and again Leni and him now work in the same location if not the same store, which in itself is a plot. I don’t ask much from you show.. well okay I do but let me clarify I don’t ask much from you that you could actually do: I know i’m never getting my a diffrent world style spinoff with lori and bobby. I know Zach is going nowhere and i’m just going to have to get over it, I will not, but I DO know you could include chaz and just won’t. So do that at least. I will put up with several more seasons of Zach if it means this adorable love story continues. It’s even easy enough to pick up this late: they are both stupid. Work with that. Gah... coach if you’d please. 

Thanks coach. Okay so one tangent later we’re back to the episode. Point is her team is loosing even though Lynn’s the captain now, and while she’s perfectly encouraging it’s not winning games. Lynn is understandably dejected in the car not helped by the sports commentor guys from the game... commenting about it on the radio...

I mean.. I get sports can have dry spots and all that but who covers a middle school basketball team on the radio that isn’t the middle school radio station. I mean I genuinely can’t decide which is more sad... a radio personality doing a children’s baseball game on his own show, or having so much trouble getting one that he’s apperaing on the middle school radio show. And I COULD say it’s just a guest spot but he’s talking like he knows what’s going on intmatiley> Did his daughter ask him to? I mean I know radio’s fallen pretty far but I dind’t think it was that much in the basement. Do a podcast at least man. 

Okay before I go on another Tangent point is Lynn feels it’s her fault as Captain.. which granted whoever the coach is should be .. but it genuinely looks like they don’t HAVE a coach. Maybe they had to sack him to pay for the newly refrubished av department? I dunno. Point is she feels bad and Lynn Sr vows to cheer her up.. before stopping for farm fresh eggs. Which.. yeah can’t blame him. He’s a cook, and Liam’s family likely has good prices. He can buy for both home and restraunt at once. I mean he has a van and only one occupant at the moment. Don’t judge him.  But this little detour DOES help Lynn’s mood. Her problem is the team lacks a decent pitcher, since Lynn herself was banned for throwing one at a heckling goat. The Lawsuit is ongoing and that made me laugh a lot. But Lynn finds Happy Gilmore style that Liam.. has a really great arm. Granted instead of actuall balls it’s with cowpies because this series really loves a shit joke, hence the title and the new nickname for liam, the cow pie kid.. but compared to some of the series toilet humor it’s a lot less in your face. But with Liam being so good Lynn can’t help but sign him to the team and Liam being a sweetie pie is happy to agree.  I have.. not hid even for a second how much I liked Liam or wanted him, and Stella, to show up outside of Lincoln episodes more often, or even get his own again. That day.. has come. Not only does LIam now have a roll entirely outside his friend group, but this episode’s about him and Lynn together.. not in that way.. yet. Someday.. Point is my boy is in the spotlight and I could not be happier.   And thankfully.. Lynn’s at her best. What I feared would be an episode about her overtraining him and making him not enjoy the game, htat old chesnut instead.. she just genuinely helps mentor him. She’s tough but fair as she helps him get his aim right as he’s used to firing Cow Pie’s, so the weight distrbution is off. So she helps train him and .. it’s really cute honestly, with her genuinely helping him and showing a softer side and later realizing she had him thinking about it too hard and just having him not think.. and going by instinct naturally works for a carefree and easygoing guy like liam. Wouldn’t be suprised if he went ultra instinct eventually.. but that’s for another episode. They also have a pig pile together.. which sounds bad but is just pigs piling on liam and lynn gladly gets on top of the pigs and god that sounds worse. next scnee. 

So Liam gets ahead and becomes the star pitcher for the zanarkand abes.. I mean the Royal Woods Kangaroos, and they just keep wining and wining and wining. Their like glomgold: all they do is win... but probably with less attempted corpse dancing. Problem is as we see during the montage Liam’s arm is slowly but surley getting cramped and while he wins hte next game.. his arm gives out from noodle arm. The good news is with rest, he can fix it, as her injury prone friend Paula, whose somehow allowed to play with crutches despite ALL the legal and moral issues that raises explains. but they don’t have days to rest it. So insane plans it is!  So Lynn goes to her sisters for herlp..specifically lisa int he hopes her mad science can either fix his pain or turn him into the hulk. Neither happens.. yet. I mean LIam is so sweet if he IS a hulk, we won’t know yet. But the green door will.. it always knows. IT ALWAYS KNOWS.  Lynn bemonas her luck.. before Lucy appears!

I JUST said last month when reviewing 11 louds a leapin that I missed the duo of her and lynn and lo and behold here we are. While we dno’t get much of the two fo them, it is still nice to see Lynn suprised by her scares and Lucy trying to use the dark arts to heal his pain.. which actually works. Lucy’s upgraded from wants to be a witch to full witch. 

So yeah her dark magic works and now Liam is fine just fine as the championship game approaches. Until naturally it isn’t. While Lucy STOPPED the pain, she didn’t make anything better, just numbed it so Liam’s arm’s pretty bad and Lisa suggests there’s a 70 perfecnt chance he’ll wreck it if he does so.. and while Lynn is naturlaly, given one of her main traits is asshole, ready to risk that.. she realizes she can’t. Rusty is on her team following her orders.. and no matter how good a W feels.. she can’t trade in someone’s health for one. Honestly bettter than most sports managers ngl. So Paula subs in and misses, loosing them the game.. but Lynn. takes it in stride, having realized she can win next year and having finally realized what being the leader REALLY means. She can work on paula’s curve, give Liam a break, and win next time... which she’ll have because time dosen’t work normally in this show’s dimension and a solid timeline is just a pipedream, so she probably has another year of being 14 to redo this and has become aware of it. I’m scared and excited for what that means.  Liam celebrates with a pig pile of two and we get a REALLY fucking cute shot of the two being happy and what not before a pig jumps on them still though.. yeah I ship it now. Liam taps into the space where I thought a black void of misery and douchebaggery was but ti turns out is in fact a heart, something few can do with Lynn and Lynn can protect him form bullies and is perfectly suited for his rough hewn farmboy styles. Point is their cut.e And so was this episode. IT was a really nice return to the series and it was again REALLY fucking great to see one of Lincoln’s firend,s and one of the GOOD ones at that, get a starring roll without him. HOpefully this keeps up and hopefully we see more of these two. 

Saved by the Spell:

RUSTY SPOKES IS TRASH (Ring) I don’t have a saved by the spell font that’ll have to do. Point is he is but before we get to Rusty being Rusty, Lincoln is doing magic tricks at the table. 

Point is he’s excited to do it at the talent show. The next day his friends discuss doing something to make them look cool to everyone. WHich.. kids. i’ll level with you. You. are. NERDS. As a massive one in both size and nerdiness myself, there’s nothing wrong with that. 2/3 of you are lovely people. You’ll be fine. But you are geeks, and should be proud of that.. not so proud you evolve into an incel or it’s adjacent form of assholes mind you, but still proud of who you are. You are never going to be that cool by trying to appeal to everyone. Just be yourslef and the cool comes naturaly. Like kool aid, which is naturally made by milking the Kool Aid man. Be you. 

But instead they decide to do a dance routine which..  let’s face it.. is probably just this spread across 6 people...

Point is maybe don’t do that. Also when Clyde does a dorky but endearing dance and says their going to shake their groove things, Rusty pipes in with “But cool”... and while sadly not as glorious as EVERYONE looking enitrely done with him like last time we saw this tool, Clyde clearly still does while the rest of hte Lincrew have no idea what the hell he’s on. I think their just.. numb to his stupidity and ego at this point.  But when Lincoln shows off his magic they all hide him, fearing that magic.. is well for younger kids and this won’t play so well. Which isn’t an invalid fear: this is middle school and from personal experince, middle school can be hell.. and also one of hte best years of my life which shows the vast gulf between the two schools I was in but was also not the point. the point is kids can be cruel and maybe don’t do this. But lincoln gonna do it anyway because he has confidence.. and frankly given there was an ENTIRE episode about being yourself instead of putting on an asshole suit of armor to avoid being hurt, which Lynn finally took off again last episode, he’s right.. but the rest of them all feel THEIR ALL GOING TO LAUGH AT YOU. and since they don’t know if he has latent psychic powers or not can’t risk him getting pigs blood dumped on him so they plan to find some way to trick him out of it.. Clyde of course gets his stomach in nots because he’s not good with schemes or lying ot his best friend, both of which this is and requires. 

Also Stella’s in the lead, as she should be. And she helps as her positive attudie makes what their doing come off as it should: KINDA douchey, but not intentionally so, they just worry about hteir freind getting pummled.. possibly by his own sister but now sh’es possibly with Liam that’s probably not as much of a worry. Or Chandler but frankly he’s going to do that no matter what.. and is probably getting his ass kicked himself by older kids who won’t toldeate his bs, so your clear. But their fears while a bit unfounded are understandable and well inteitoned if misguided, as we don’t know LIncoln’s act at this point or how well it’d go over with a mostly tweenager crowd, who can be the best as we’ve seen in recent tv.. or aboslutel monsters.. same deal. You either get Luz or you get BOscha, the inbetween is rare. 

So cue our usual setup of a bunch of attempts to do something in a row, but like I said while i’m not a fan of reptition if it’s done well enough it works and with it’s rather sizeable supporting cast , LIncoln and Friends episodes usdually do make it work. In this case it does as each of the sensational 6, lincoln and clyde asid,e try their hand at it. Liam, being the golden child, just has the most direct and obvious route: swipe his magic stuff.. and runs off without letting them talk it out but unlike Rusty in the next attempt, his plan was actually viable.. he just gets tangled up in the scarves and taps out.  Rusty is next ....and his idea is to.. show lincoln his killer dance moves to convince him normally. 

Yup pretty much that. And somehow out of the four plans, RUSTY’S is the only one that dosen’t bring up any serious moral quandries. I know i’m shocked too. He just thinks his moves will do it when no they won’t, please stop it hurts to watch and I can’t turn the fuck away. This is my job you redheaded kanker sore! Gah it thankfully ends and is unsurisingly unsuccesful. 

Also unsuprisingly, i’ve been waiting since i got that image to use it on Rusty. And as a third dollop of unsuprise I did not have to force it in any way shape or form. Point is it’s Zach’s turn as during the last two he’s been pushing really hard to use some form of brainwashing on his friend.. yes .. really. 

Thought Rusty would be the first loud house character to get that one but hey if the shoe fits. Seriously I thought rusty was the creep among them but at least you know.. altering someone’s throughts to suit your own isn’t his go to move. Being excetsivly cocky and coming on too strong is but still better to take THAT out of the Zach Morris playbook than “brainwash people into dooing whatever you say because tha’ts not creeptagious.” And unsurpsingly it does not work.. on Lincoln it woroks on Meyrl for some reason. Thankfully it dosen’t though just.. Zach needs no power epsiecally over the mind. 

So UNSUPRSINGLY, Stella has the working plnan.. and also unsuprisingly the last three just did theres by running off, running off and shouting the loudest. Again somehow Rusty is NO LONGER the most obnoxious one of the group. Zach won that title this episode. He’s still the most pathetic.. but i’m the most done with Zach who adds nothing to the dynamic or the planet or anything and I wish would just go away. Your home planet needs you. 

But yeah Stella has the winning idea: pretending to be “Yodel Boy”, a student who was humilated at a talent show last year, proving sh’es not only a decent actress (I mean it’s obvious i’ts stella in a wig, padding and lederhosen, but points for the accent being okay and hey she’s in middle school), but also the smartest of them. Only one of those is a suprise. It works and Lincoln agrees. 

So the night of the talent show they’ve caught him up to speed and prepare to celebrate, only for clyd eto open the wrong locker and reveal the yodel boy suit. WHy it was in there instead of at Stella’s house where this wouldn’t happen?

But yeah the cat’s out of the bag and lincoln leaves, depressed his friends think that little of him and lied to him. Which.. yeah completely fair. They tried talking to him, it did not work.. they shoudl’ve just left it at that. It would’ve SUCKED if he got bullied true, but it was his choice to go out there and take a risk and do what he loves. As someone whose constnatly self concious and had to fight to start writing like i’m doing now, I envy that kind of youthful confidence and thus wholly support him. 

And finally.. so do his friends. Realizing they’ve been kinda crappy, they introduce lincoln instead and work as his assitants.. and.. it works. Stella gets sawn in half, Zach gets astounded by a card trick, and Liam wears a bunny outfit which is just.. precious. Good boy. Best boy. It’s a huge hit.. and we also get to seesome of the new background kids including one with pink hair who looks kinda nb. I’m just saying one of you should take a crack at them, they seem nice. But for now our heroes are haield as heroes, and the other 5 apologize to lincon and they do their now cemented and fucking adorable group hug. Happy ending to a pretty great episode, with decent gags, a good relatable plot, and Rusty being just the right amoutn of obnoxious. Good stuff.  So that does it for this week. If you liked this review like or reblog it, check out my other work and come back later today for some duck content. and every week once the show returns. Until the next rainbow, it’s been a pleasure. 

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Oc’s

Nina Heath

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: blue

Hair: curly, dark brown with a blue ombre

Height: 158cm

Weight: 90kg

Age: 23

Gender: nonbinary

Sexuality: bisexual

Details: vitiligo on their left shoulder/right hip/stomach/back/over the left eye, eyebrow piercing, nose ring, lip ring, ears pierced all the way up, sleeve tattoos on both arms, tattoos all over their body (thighs, ankles, torso, back, calves,...)

Personality: confident, chaotic good, gremlin, dumb but kinda smart, loyal, would kill for their friends, would kill their friends, angry, smol and chubby, disastrous bisexual, scary, yell-a-lot, bunnies!, strong, caring

Hobbies: baking, crocheting, arguing, painting nails, reading (but their head hurts), cuddling, kissing, calming their girlfriend down, Fighting with people who hurt their friends/girlfriend (is totaly the embodiment of:

Nina: You made Sophia cry!

Tray: Sophia always cries!

Sophia, crying: That’s not true...)

Hates: dysphoria, homophobes, transphobes, Karens, birds, tall people who make fun of them, their glasses (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), contacts (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), headaches

Job: baker

Sophia Georgening

Skin tone: caramel

Eye color: green

Hair: really messy,straight (unlike her), bob cut with a triangle undercut at the back if her head, ginger

Height: 186cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 24

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: lesbian

Details: freckles all over her face and shoulders, bushy eyebrows with an eyebrow cut in the left one, tongue piercing, tattoo of a Phoenix on her back between the shoulder blades, Nina and a heart tattooed on her right bicep, ripped (seriously, she’s buff, she has abs, biceps, triceps, she could crush a melon with her thighs, the CaLvEs,...), wears her hair tied up in a messy bun almost 90% of the time, vegetarian and whenever she eats a product that came from an Animal like milk or an egg, she apologizes to said animal

Personality: calm, thoughtful, lawful good, a TrEe, loving, caring, silent, secretly anxious, strict, tidy, colected, extremely smart but almost never shows it, a bottom, sensitive, crybaby

Hobbies: blacksmithing, archery (but she never shoots at living targets and cries when she needs to shoot at plastic animals), working out, running, kickboxing (even tho she apologizes to her oponent afterwards), helping people out, petting animals, kissing, cuddling

Hates: sad movies, Animal cruelty, mean people, social interactions (but she’s good at hiding it), not much else, she thinks that everyone deserves another chance and that all people have some good in them

Job: works in a flower shop, part time blacksmith/gym trainer

Tray Black

Skin tone: light

Eye color: yellow

Hair: short, bright blue

Height: 175cm

Weight: 69kg

Age: 20

Gender: genderflux (using all pronouns, mostly they/them, so they’ll be refered to as such while description is going on)

Sexuality: asexual panromantic

Details: nose ring (changes up every day), extravagant earrings, sleeve tattoo on their right arm, a snake tattooed around their left thigh, colorful/black clothing (they either look like a neon paint bomb or as a black hole), they rarely bind but pack rather often (bottom dysphoria is worse then the top one), a lot of rings and bracelets (you always know when they’re near since you hear clanking), hats, always wearing earphones

Personality: they’re really extra in every way, chill, sarcastic, funny, flegmatic, pesimistic, both love and hate attention, very competitive, potterhead but hates JK, totaly a Slytherin (and not just because of the snakes), a bit arrogant, very good leader, very very smart, good at arguments (seriously, you so don’t want to get into an argument with them, they’ll obliterate you)

Hobbies: singing, drums, gaming, playing the guitar, sketching people/sceneries, reading (mostly sci-fi/fantasy), dying hair, combining jewelry with clothes, listening to music, taking care of their pet sneks

Hates: shoping, overplayed pop songs, dogs, teeth, the summer (it’s too damn hot for them), homophobes/transphobes, J.K. Rowling, terfs, politics (the people)

Job: part time at Nina’s bakery, studying politology and sociology, in the school band

Connor Wearings

Skin tone: lightly tanned (not as pale as Tray but not as dark as Sophia)

Eye color: heterochromia - left eye is green, right eye is grey

Hair: curly, short, hazelnut brown

Height: 168cm

Weight: 64kg

Age: 21

Gender: demiboy (using he/him pronouns but not quite cis)

Sexuality: asexual, aromantic

Details: freckles. everywhere., always smiling (he’s got dimples), dressed freely (skirts, dress, pants, blouses, shirts, heels, crop tops, hoodies,...), he’s really comfortable in his body and yet he’s not fully comfortable with all that comes with it, smol bean, the cutest little pout, ALWAYS covered in paint, fingers are pernamently covered in bandaids, wears a bandana to hold his hair back while working

Personality: he’s a total sweetheart, kind, helpful, outgoing, happy-go-lucky, loving, caring, funny, always laughing/smiling, really hard to piss him off, really easy to make him upset (another embodiement of ‘he always cries), ‘Maybe I can drink my problems away’ *opens capri-sun*, dog lover, puppy-like personality, loyal

Hobbies: drawing, cooking, baking, petting animals, fluffy things!, crocheting, sewing, painting, dressing up, making tea, helping his friends, hugging, holding hands, platonic relationships

Hates: arguments, people who make fun of someone, rude people, loud music, the dark, the cold, octopuses, dark colors, unfinished jobs

Job: studying art, psychology and doing a baking course at the moment (very productive and capable), working a part-time at a convinience store and a daycare centre (the kids love him)

Abram Hayze

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: hazelnut

Hair: deep brown, curly and fluffy

Height: 197cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 19

Gender: agender - e/em/eir/emself pronouns

Sexuality: pansexual, demiromantic

Details: e has a lot of moles all over eir body, mostly presents androgynous, yet sometimes likes to present feminine, had very unaccepting parents so whenever e is forced to go to a more profesional setting or to meet with older people, e presents masculine even though e hates it, very proud of eir hair, love to play with them when e’s nervous and try new hairstyles all the time, e never dyes it tho, piercings on both ears, piercing under the lip, piercing in the bellybutton

Personality: e is really calm, likes to think and be alone, yet also loves to spend time with eir friends, smiling a lot, always there when someone needs em, really perceptive and no one really knows how e does it, but e seems to know about a lot of stuff that other people don’t (it’s just the fact that e is very trustworthy and so a lot of people let their guard down around em), e is also really into debates, but not the political ones like Tray, eir partner, but rather ones about books, headcannons and interests, e is also really sneaky and likes to play tricks and pranks on people, especially confusing them with the food that e eats, e is chaotic good

Habbies: reading, hiding around places and letting emself be found in the most ridiculous positions, putting stuff on the top shelves when e is hanging out with eir friends (the short ones), sitting in strange places where no one knows how e got in, sleeping

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, people with no sense of humor, long waits, queues, places with a lot of people, the dark

Job: studying psychology, working part-time in a hairdressing shop

Tenzin Arish

Skin tone: slightly tanned

Eye color: purple

Hair: deep black, short (one side is totaly buzzed and the other is a bit longer) the ends are bleached and dyed (purple, blue, green, pink) depending on their mood

Height: 164cm

Weight: 58kg

Age: 22

Gender: nonbinary (xe/ xeir/ xem)

Sexuality: queer

Details: xe are really skinny and fairly androgynous, no one actually knows what xeir biological sex is and xe aren’t gonna tell anyone anytime soon, xe present androgynously, yet sometimes xe like to present masc/fem, depending on the day, xe love xeir hair and that’s why xe dye them so often, if xe don’t like the color, it can even change daily

Personality: sarcasm and irony are the two languages xe speak in, xe like coffee and practicaly live off of it, no one ever saw xem sleep, xe are always online and always awake when someone knocks on xeir door at any time (so xeir friends know that when they need a friend, xe will be awake whenever they decide to come there), xe love helping people with their mental problems yet xe never try to solve xeir own, the only other language xe speak is memes

Hobbies: taking care of stray animals, helping people out (whether it’s an old lady who needs to cross the street or a protestor who needs protection from the rubber bullets/tear gas), protesting, breaking down gender boundaries, educating people on the LGBTQ+ history, history itself, archeology, xe love caves and everything that has to do with geology

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, terfs, anyone who’s stupidly using history (especially against the LGBTQ+ comunity), plants (xe have alergies), flowers (xe think it’s overated)

Job: part-time job in a museum, studying history and geology

Okay, so I hope you enjoy...this? Please inform me if my autocorrect misgendered one of my sweethearts, I proofread it but one can never be so sure. To be clear: all of them hate transphobes/homophobes, racists, terfs, neon*zis, Tr*mp supporters and everyone else who is somehow harming people or disrespecting their rights, I just really didn’t have the willpower to write everything of this down in every Single one of the hate columns because that would mean I have to think about it and that would do me no good, because I really didn’t want to have a mental breakdown while writing about my oc’s. That’ll be all, thanks for comming to my TED talk.

Tags: @exhaustedauthor @definietlynotsatan @detroit-become-snail @nyamafriend and @ anyone who wants to read this. Bye!

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hi! i know you have a info page (or whatever it's called) for your characters butt doesnt work on mobile? anyways i wanted ask if you could tell me what ultimate talents they have?

Huh…

Not sure how invested you are with how you phrased your question but I just copy-pasted all the info on this ask.

I’ll put it under read more because otherwise, it will be super long

Basic info:

Heartbreak is a story of 16 former students of Hope’s Peak Academy who have found themselves locked in the bizarre setting of a love hotel. And thus, a new exciting killing game takes place once again!

As the concepts of guilt and justification clash together inside the sickeningly pink walls of the hotel, one starts to wonder who exactly is the morally righteous one?

And to shake things up… a new rule has been added to the monopad.

The cast:

Aino Inoue

Former Ultimate Mermaid

Age: 20

Class:75-B

Blood type: O

Likes: Long Walks on the Beach, Astrology

Dislikes: Sand

It’s time for opinions! Meaning opinions from this woman! This is Aino Inoue, the ultimate mermaid! Or more precisely a professional underwater mermaid actress. It appears childhood career dreams do come true! She became a very known underwater actress for her infectious charm and her ability to stay underwater for 9 minutes without breathing.

Her attitude towards others is very straightforward but that doesn’t mean she is unfriendly, actually quite the opposite and especially if she is under the liquid courage. What’s personal space? She certainly doesn’t know.

Aino is a very nosy person and loves to give relationship advice to other people, even when these other people really don’t want it. It doesn’t help that quite a lot of these advices come from her obsession with astrology and blood type personality theory.

She can also be seen more often than not with a cocktail in hand to a point her constant state of tipsiness worries some of the others. In Aino’s opinion, it just makes her twice as fun!

Daisuke Okamoto

Former Ultimate Robot Combat Champion

Birthday: May 25th

Age: 19

Class: 76-B

Blood type: B

Likes: Logic Puzzles, Memes

Dislikes: Raisins in Bread, Academic writing

Here comes the local memester! Daisuke Okamoto is the current robot combat champion. But despite his promising career path in the art of mauling battle robots and much to everyone’s bafflement. After his time in Hope’s Peak, he went to study engineering at his local university. He refuses to tell why he had such a change of heart even when he still regularly competes.

Daisuke is a second-generation immigrant with his mother being American and father being Japanese. Because of this, his sense of humor is influenced a lot by western internet culture. He tends to joke around a lot giving him a carefree attitude. He loves to entertain, although in serious situations his joking nature can come off as insensitive.

But under all the jokes and terribly outdated meme’s, he is very intelligent and a hard realist who wants to know every detail of the rules and isn’t afraid to ask them from Monokuma.

Gina Higanbana

Former Ultimate Biochemist

Birthday: October 31st

Age: 23

Class: 72-A

Blood type: B

Likes: Poetry, Family

Dislikes: Frankenstein (Story), Sour Plums

Speaking of eccentric mad scientists! Gina Higanbana, the ultimate biochemist is the sort of person who definitely befriended every monster under her bed when she was young. Gina is a boisterous workaholic which has paid off since she is known most for her study of parabiosis. Unfortunately, not all of her fame is from positive feedback, as some of her testing methods have been found very unorthodox…

Gina presents herself as larger than life, after all, she is a woman of science! Though she delves with modern problems, her way of talking is very old fashioned, and even poetic, making her sound like she would fit right into a 19th-century romance novel.  

While being a semi loud presence to the group, Gina tends to withdraw to her own space and has trouble talking about subjects outside of her interests. But when it comes to teaching neighbor kids how to turn a volcano eruption experiment into a baking soda canon, she is the right person to tag along.

Hotaka Muramaru

Former Ultimate Florist

Birthday: January 27th

Age: 22

Class: 73-B

Blood type: A

Likes: Frogs, Bellflowers

Dislikes: Kiwa Fukuda

Hotaka Muramaru, the former ultimate florist… Well, a former florist, really. He isn’t doing too hot in his life at this moment. These days he mainly does gardening work around his area. It is unfortunate as he was known for his striking floral arrangements and attention to small details before his family’s flower shop business went down.

Hotaka as a person is very forgiving by nature. He doesn’t like causing conflicts and it is very hard to get him angry. Despite these positive traits, he seems to be nice for the sake of being nice which makes it hard to get close to him in a way that matters outside of everyday small talk. It seems preserving what little image he has left is more important to him. This has also made him quite the perfectionist.

Kana Nakano

Former Ultimate Lifeguard

Birthday: May 2nd

Age: 25

Class: 70-A

Blood type: O

Likes: Children, Geocaching 

Dislikes: Spontaneous Plans

Kana Nakano, the ultimate lifeguard is very passionate about her job. She is the mom friend of the group you know you can always rely on in any hardships, niche killing games included.  She has become a very popular lifeguard at her local kids’ poolside as she has a knack for talking to children. Though because of this her way of talking can sound very condescending when speaking to other adults. She tends to simplify her words and soften the meaning much to some of the group’s irritation.

As a person, she can also be very stubborn until she meets her goal. If nothing else, she makes a great leader figure with a lot of survival abilities and experience in tough situations.

Katsurou Furusawa

Former Ultimate Hunter

Birthday: September 5th

Age: 23

Class: 72-A

Blood type: A

Likes: Sewing, Peace and Quiet

Dislikes: Wet Socks, Attention

This timid yet patient boy who looks like he just crawled out of a swamp is Katsurou Furusawa. Though he doesn’t like talking about his talent that much, he is known as the ultimate hunter. He got his title for his exceptional trap making skills and the ability to stay unmoving for hours to no end, blending to his environments seamlessly, and waiting for a pray to trigger his traps.

Personality-wise, Katsurou is bashful and likes to talk to himself rather than others. He has a tendency to be a people pleaser, disregarding his own beliefs and feelings on topics just to appease both sides of the argument. He was never a problem child, as he has always done what his parents told him to. Even accepting the invitation to Hope’s Peak was not his idea.

Katsurou is also a huge daydreamer. He seems to be more comfortable with the world inside his head than the real world, and it shows.

Kiwa Fukuda

Former Ultimate Scapegoat

Birthday: December 31st

Age: 23

Class: 72-B

Blood type: AB

Likes: Citrus Fruits, Tacky Decorations

Dislikes: Paper Cuts

Though she looks quite sporty, her talent is far from a healthy career. This awkward and accident-prone woman is Kiwa Fukuda, our protagonist. Unfortunately to some, she is known as the ultimate scapegoat, though this information is confidential especially in court. Her line of work is basically taking the fall for a singular person’s or even a whole company’s mistakes. If that’s not deemed realistic, she will direct the fault towards a more suitable candidate. The amount of guilt Kiwa’s work as a scapegoat leaves her with has made her desensitized and apathetic towards others.

Personality-wise, Kiwa is laidback and can come off as an airhead thanks to her apathetic demeanor towards their current situation. She tends to joke about terrible subjects that make people around her a bit uncomfortable to say the least.

Kiwa is also clumsy and tends to get involved in accidents without trying to. Be it an injury, a misunderstanding or a terrible accident, it’s easy to assume she always has something to do with it whether it was her fault or not. Kiwa now wears a bicycle helmet all the time to make sure she won’t get a third fracture on her skull.

Kohaku Iwatomi

Former Ultimate Gemologist

Birthday: June 4th

Age: 19

Class: 76-B

Blood type: O

Likes: Shiny Things, DIY

Dislikes: Loneliness

This is Kohaku Iwatomi and he is happily ready to talk your ears off! Kohaku is known as the ultimate gemologist, mainly because he changes his specialty in gemology quite often, always wanting to try out something new. He seems to excel in all the areas he has tried out so far through pure dedication and excitement towards his profession. Though, for some reason, he has been working as a gem appraiser in his local pawnshop for longer than his peers thought he would withstand to.

Kohaku is a very cheery young man who loves to mingle no matter the topic. If you know him, you probably know his whole life story. He doesn’t like silence, nor does he bode well if left alone for too long. He isn’t narcissistic though as he is very empathetic and wears his emotions on his sleeve, he just really likes company and he has so much information to share with everyone!

Kohaku also has a liking towards thrift shop clothes and DIY projects hence his striking and pretty mismatched appearance.

Masami Kiyokane

Former Ultimate Croupier

Birthday: July 17th

Age: 22

Class: 73-A

Blood type: O

Likes: Board Games, Philosophy of Ethics

Dislikes: Alcohol

As if there were not enough party poopers in this group… This is Masami Kiyokane and he is known as the ultimate croupier. He got his title through diligent croupier work at organized events and after coming of age, at established casinos. Masami also has gotten quite good at seeing who is cheating and he knows most card games by heart. He seems fascinated by game rules in general.

Masami’s personality is pretty uptight and passive-aggressive. His way of talking tends to be a colorful use of personification, especially when he is going on a tangent and complaining about something. Though he talks big, very rarely is his bite worse than his bark as he mutters under his breath before admitting he is in the wrong.

Masami has a very strong moral system he believes in. His rather judgmental attitude is unusual for someone who has a hobby of learning about ethical philosophy though and often he gets called a hypocrite for playing favorites. He is not very happy about that.

Mei Kaneko

Ultimate Phonologist

Birthday: March 21st

Age: 18

Class: 77-A

Blood type: B

Likes: Corvidae, Accents

Dislikes: Wasting Time

This young girl is Mei Kaneko. She is the youngest of the group as she is the only one still studying in Hope’s Peak. She should be set to graduate soon and she is more than excited to continue with her dreams towards a real working life as the ultimate Phonologist!

Personality-wise, Mei is very energetic and will give her all to any task at hand. She is also very loud and a bit of a daredevil. If you tell her to not push the red button, she will definitely push the red button.

Growing up, Mei’s neighborhood had always been surrounded by corvids. As she slowly got more familiar with them, she developed a fascination towards the crows that kept playing in her backyard. Mei had been studying dialects and languages since she was little thanks to her bilingual home and decided, quite abruptly, that her life work from then on would have to deal with establishing communication with corvids.

Nori Ikari

Former Ultimate Sailor

Birthday: December 8th

Age: 20 (?)

Class: 75-A

Blood type: AB

Likes: Folk Tales, Making Rope Knots

Dislikes: His Knee Brace

This theatrically boisterous man is Nori Ikari, the ultimate sailor. Believe it or not, he is as young as 20 years old, which has led some of the group to believe he is a vampire in disguise. Nori comes from a vast lineage of sailors of different ranks but all just as proud seafarers! Nori got his title as the ultimate sailor after recklessly making a week-long fishing trip alone in a trawler boat made for a crew of 10.

Nori tends to tell long tales of his ancestors which sound just bizarre enough that no one is quite sure if Nori is speaking the truth or not. To be honest, everything he says just sounds downright like a big fish story all the way down to his accent. Is this man real? No one has a good answer to that.

Personality-wise Nori can be pretty intense. He has a habit of making a bigger deal out of very normal things. Nori values honor and traditions and tends to get quite defensive if his integrity is challenged. And if needed, he might challenge you to a sword fight at a parking lot if he deems you need a fair ass kicking.

Okemia Momose

Former Ultimate Opera Singer

Birthday: March 10th

Age: 24

Class: 71-B

Blood type: A

Likes: Vintage Aesthetic, Home

Dislikes: Hope’s Peak, Luck

This nervous woman is Okemia Momose. It’s been a while since people have heard her sing, but she is still regarded as the ultimate opera singer. She got her title for her incredible range and her ability to hold a note for almost half a minute.

Nowadays though, her fame is shadowed by a traumatic event she went through in one of her performances. She was one of the performers at her local opera house which was run by a Yakuza family. However, there was a very strained turf war going on around the area that one day resulted in a shoot out at the opera house. Unfortunately to Okemia, she got caught in the crossfire and a bullet hit her temple. Though she survived, she got inflicted irredeemable damage to her brain which developed into a stutter.

Despite her towering over everyone with her height of a 6’5 feet, she is not very confident in herself. Okemia is a very high-strung person who tends to think the worst possible thing will definitely happen to her. Though she is nervous she has a lot of resentful opinions that are made from wise words

Shion Arai

Former Ultimate Figure Skater

Birthday: July 23rd

Age: 21

Class:  74-B

Blood type: B

Likes: Rhinestones, Straightforwardness

Dislikes: Cleaning, Bootlickers, Mornings

This person here is Shion Arai the ultimate figure skater! Under all the glitter, rhinestones, and an eccentric personality lies a somewhat kind-hearted individual who is willing to cooperate… as long as it doesn’t inconvenience them.

Shion got their title thanks to their impeccable ability to adapt and improve fast. They have won multiple competitions in their teen years despite starting the sport at age 12, which is considered quite late. After graduating Hope’s peak, Shion’s placement in the podiums has started to steadily drop. If asked about the slow decline of their career, Shion just shrugs nonchalantly, leaving it at that.

Shion identifies as nonbinary and they are very prideful towards their identity and their achievements. Despite this, they are also incredibly lazy and rarely bothers to do something they don’t want to. Their goal is to go where the bar is the lowest and if that’s not possible, they WILL complain.

Suzu Nagahashi

Former Ultimate Ballerina

Birthday: November 1st

Age: 21

Class: 74-A

Blood type: A

Likes: Rainy Days, Leather Jackets

Dislikes: Dancing

This cold and assertive young lady is Suzu Nagahashi, the ultimate ballerina and she is not here to get herself killed over some dumb motive. Suzu has been known for her skills all her life. Rumor has it her mother, a former ballerina, started teaching Suzu how to dance the moment she was able to take her first step. Absolutely no one was surprised when she got her invitation to Hope’s Peak, though she rarely showed up to school thanks to her harsh performance schedule.

Suzu is very stoic and she picks her words carefully. Though her tone of voice is very serious, her pink frilly dress makes her attempts to be taken seriously harder for her. Luckily Suzu is stubborn and will try her utmost best to keep the situation she has been thrown in solely under her control.

Tetsu Asukaze

Honorary Ultimate Taxi Driver

Birthday: October 1st

Age: 26

Class: N/A

Blood type: AB

Likes: Radio, Coffee, Extraterrestrials

Dislikes: N/A

This funky young man is Tetsu Asukaze and he is known as the ultimate taxi driver. Who would’ve thought that was a talent, huh? Tetsu’s situation as an ultimate is a bit different from others because he only discovered his talent after getting old enough to drive which meant his high school days were already over. Despite this, Hope’s Peak decided to give him an honorary title of an ultimate taxi driver. Whatever that means…

Even though Hope’s Peak had given a public acknowledgment of Tetsu’s talent, he doesn’t think much of it nor does he feel he really belongs with the other ultimates.

Personality-wise, Tetsu is your serene local cryptid whose life has no order and looking at his sleeping schedule it’ll stay like that. Despite his harmless chaos, he is a very sweet lad with a passion for the unknown and obscure theories.

Tsubaki Ito

Former Ultimate Mortician

Birthday: May 8th

Age: 24

Class: 71-A

Blood type: O

Likes: Medical History, Bad and Gory Horror Movies

Dislikes: Spirals

This unnerving and small woman is Tsubaki Ito, the ultimate mortician. She was born as a miracle child to an old couple that ran a mortician family business. In fact, everyone in her extended family is at least a generation older than her. As the years went by, her family slowly passing away from natural causes had become a regular occurrence.

Tsubaki is specialized in body restoration and desairology, as she tends to work with victims of causalities. She got her title by her ability to make even the worst of murder victims to look like they are merely sleeping in their caskets.

As the concept of death is an old friend in her family, Tsubaki has become desensitized towards the subject and can come off as insensitive towards the killing game. But what can you do when your daily routine occasionally includes pulling out a chainsaw from someone’s chest cavity due to a gruesome accident?  Despite this, Tsubaki is very sweet and will address everyone with an endearing tone.

[sinner-as-saint]

Ocean Eyes

Post Endgame Steve Rogers Fic.

Requested by anon: “I was wondering if you could possibly write something about where the reader was Tony’s daughter, from a one night stand before he was iron man, and is dating Steve, so when Tony passes in Endgame she uses sex with Steve as a way to help her grieve?”

Themes: Smut, angst, feels, language, a little bit of soft Bucky

A/n: Let’s pretend Steve didn’t go back to return the stones right away. I mean he does eventually, but just not right after the funeral. Enjoy loves! And do let me know what you think, i love hearing feedback! 

    You sat in the living area of the new home your dad left you in his will, not far from the Avengers’ compound. A cup of strong, black coffee in your hand and your laptop on your lap, you just scrolled through the countless number of emails and fan art you were receiving or being tagged in – the world was mourning for your father like they should for the hero he was. While Morgan sat next to you, munching messily on her second mini cheeseburger of the night. She reminded you so much of your dad it was crazy.

You were Y/n Stark, daughter of Tony Stark. You never knew who your mother was, and your dad didn’t know either. All you could put together was that you were conceived during Tony Stark’s playboy days; years before he became Iron Man. And what you dad told you was that one day long time ago, a man showed up on his doorstep with a baby and a handwritten letter. And the unknown man left both you and the letter in his hands before going away without a word.

Upon reading the letter, Tony figured that you were his daughter. You were 10 months old at the time. And ever since then, you had the best dad anyone could ask for.

Time passed and your dad almost died, was kidnapped and eventually became Earth’s best defender; Iron Man and you couldn’t be happier when he first introduced you to the Avengers. Your relationship with Pepper was awesome too. Your dad was your best friend, and losing him was your worst nightmare. A nightmare which came true.

You went to every single mission with your dad; despite his over protectiveness. And you fought alongside your father every single time, until the Civil War between him and Cap.

You both had a huge argument when he found out that you were siding with Steve. He said things he didn’t mean and you did too. And after finding out the whole story, you didn’t want to choose sides anymore, so you disappeared. For years nobody knew where you went; your dad was losing his mind and then Thanos happened.

You somehow showed up in Wakanda while your dad was on Titan. Long story short, you thought you had lost him in the snap, but then he came home.

Your dad decided that he wanted to marry Pepper finally and settle down somewhere far from the superhero life. And you were happy for him truly. They had a simple wedding, and then they had a daughter, Morgan.

You lost people in the snap, and for 5 years you all tried to move on.

During those five years, you lived with the Avengers, well what was left of them. You helped Nat through it all and you somehow grew closer to Steve more than anyone else. And before you knew it, you were starting to catch feelings for the super soldier.

After the last battle, when you saw your father die right in front of you, you were completely broken. You were still in denial at his funeral. In his prerecorded message for all of you, he mentioned that he was leaving you, Morgan, Peter and Harley everything he had, including a lavish, smart home built just for each one of you. Morgan lived with Pepper, while you lived alone in your spacious home. And it got lonely sometimes, but the team kept visiting. Peter would come by sometimes, Sam and Bucky would too. Steve was somehow always away but he visited whenever he could.

The team were still debating over who would actually go to place all the stones back. You offered to go, but a loud echo of ‘No!’ from many people, including Happy and Rhodey, shot back at you when you did propose that idea during a recent meeting. Being Tony Stark’s daughter, it was a habit for them, instilled by Tony himself, to be protective over you.

 Morgan’s voice dragged you back to reality from the flashback you were having.

 “Can I please have another one, Y/n?” she asked, giving you the best puppy eyes ever. She had your dad’s eyes and whenever you looked into them, you knew that he was with you in another form.

“Nice try Morgoona, but mom is gonna kill us both if she ever found out that I’m your cheeseburger dealer. Also, she’s on her way to pick you up, she’s done with work. You can have cheeseburgers tomorrow baby, for now, let’s wipe your face,” you were babysitting Morgan while Pepper was caught up with work and meetings all day.

 An hour later, Pep came over to pick Morgan up asked you if you wanted to join them for dinner. You politely refused because you still needed time to recover before going back to the lake house which was filled with your dad’s memories.

It was around 10 p.m. and you were just lounging in the living area with a book when your phone buzzed on the coffee table not far from you.

It was a message from Steve.

1 new message from Captain Dorito: Can I come over? Need to talk.

 It simply said, yet the seven little words made your heart pound inside your chest. You and Steve were an on and off couple. Yeah you had sex multiple times in the past, but since you lost your father and since Bucky came back, you both had been a bit distant from one another; taking time to heal and catch up with the ones you had lost.

His text was short and simple, but your tried your hardest to read between the words, and when you couldn’t figure anything out – you texted him a simple ‘yeah’ and paced around in your living room until you heard the roar of his car’s engine coming through your property’s gate.

Just a few moments later, the AI your father had created and installed in your house spoke up.

“Captain Rogers is at the door, Y/n.” it simply said. And you let out a loud breath.

“Let him in, Mr. J,” you replied back. He was named after Jarvis, because he was your favorite AI that your dad ever made. You wanted to name yours Jarvis Junior but then settled on Mr. J because it was cooler.

 You were on the first floor so it took him a few seconds to come in the room which you were in and those few seconds felt like an eternity. Then you finally saw him, after days.

He walked in your living room, carefully shaved, his soft, signature smile on and wearing a long sleeved, tight, navy blue shirt which accentuated his defined abs and his biceps. The sight of him alone made your heart go crazy in a really good way.

 “Hey Y/n,” he simply said, greeting you with his muscular arms wide open; hoping for a much needed hug.

Perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t seen each other in quite a while. Perhaps it was because you missed him. Or perhaps it was because you were tired of being alone and acting so strong for Morgan, Peter, Pepper, and Rhodey and basically everyone else that you needed a shoulder to cry on as well. Either way, you ran into his arms and wrapped your limbs around him, a few tears falling down your cheeks in the process and landed on his shirt.

But he didn’t mind, he just wanted to hold you and let you know that it was okay and that he was here.

You jumped in his arms and wrapped your legs around his lean waist, while his strong arms pressed your body against his even more.

The faint scent of his cologne calmed you down. The comfort in his smile reminded you that you were home, safe. His arms around your body made you feel protected and that no harm would ever fall on you.

 “You’re here finally. What happened, bored of everyone already?” you asked, sniffling and he chuckled, rocking you slightly before placing you back on your feet.

You looked up at him, still in his embrace as his hands settled on both sides of your waist. Your e/c eyes bore into his ocean blue ones.

They held an incomparable depth. They weren’t just blue eyes, they were the kind that reminded you of the azure sea on a bright day. They reminded you of a dim ray of light passing through the rarest of blue diamonds. They shone like blue fire; burning along the rims of his black pupil. They reminded you of home.

“You’re not an option that I turn to when I’m bored, Y/n, I’ve told you many times before. You needed time to heal, but then I thought that you might need some company. I mean, you haven’t left this house in a whole week. Did you eat today?” he asked in his ‘Captain’ voice.

You sighed and smiled at his concern.

“Yeah I had cheeseburgers with Morgan,” you replied and from the look on his face, you could tell he was done.

“You Stark girls and your cheeseburgers! Want me to make you dinner, a proper dinner. Not just lumps of cheese and unhealthy processed meat which h-,”

“Jesus Steve! You sound like the old man you are! I’m fine, I just…miss you. A lot,” you laughed and stood on your tip toes to rub your nose against his.

Your lips brushed against his in the process and you caught the sharp intake of air he took.

His grip on your waist tightened and he smiled, placing his forehead against yours.

“I miss you too, a lot,” he whispered and his hot breath fanned your face.

 Your hand held the back of his head as you pulled him down slightly so you could kiss him properly. His lips met yours for a slow kiss and both your mouth moved in perfect harmony.

The kiss quickly turned into one which was needy and passionate and it sent tingles all over your body. Your other hand held his face gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His taste drove you crazy. Your body burned with desire wherever his skin made contact with yours. And soon, it felt way to warm to still have your clothes on. So you got rid of them.

“Mr. J, shut down on the first floor, please. Thanks,” you quickly told the AI and as a response, you got two beeps – signaling that Mr. J was no longer recording audio nor visuals of the occurrence of the floor which you were in.

You briefly broke contact with your super soldier to take off your top while he pulled down your shorts and left them at your feet; leaving you only in your matching set of dark burgundy cotton underwear. He kissed his way up from your thighs until he reached your collar bones. He bit, kissed and marked your skin until he finally found his way to your sweet spot.

He mercilessly assaulted the skin just underneath your jaw with his mouth till you placed the palm of your hand underneath his tight shirt and over his abs.

“Take it off,” you spoke in your authoritative voice and he obeyed immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he teased and took off his shirt in an agonizingly slow pace, followed by his pants; leaving him only in his black briefs which did nothing to hide his very prominent hard on.

Meanwhile, you made yourself quite comfortable on the nearby couch, watching him strip just for you; leaning backwards till your back hit the multiple soft cushions while you parted your legs slightly, just to invite him in but not give him the full show just yet.

A devilish smirk cast itself upon his handsome face when he saw you in the position, on that couch. And he knew exactly what you wanted.

He slightly pushed the nearby coffee table aside with ease and knelt in front of you. The palms of his hands on either of your knees as he pulled your legs further apart slowly. Your breathing grew faster as he maintained eye contact while hooking a finger on the side of your underwear and pulled it down lazily.

Your lust got the best of you and you hurried to unclasp your bra and let it fall by your side. You had been intimate with the soldier many times now, and being naked in front of him had never been an issue.

Upon seeing your delicate swells, his eyes got darker as his desire rushed through his body faster than before. His heartbeat increased just by seeing how beautiful you looked; naked in front of him, waiting patiently for him to take his time on you.

 “You are so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against your inner thighs as his lips grazed the soft skin leisurely.

Your core was dripping and you knew he could see it because it was literally flowing out of your folds at this point. Your entrance was throbbing; awaiting desperately for his attention and his touch. Steve knew what you wanted, but he enjoyed teasing the living shit out of you.

He licked a thick stripe from your thigh to your hip bone, and kissed his way across your abdomen to reach the other side of your hip, all while carefully avoiding the spot where you wanted him the most.

You groaned out of frustration.

“Steve!” you mumbled, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it gently.

He smirked against your skin and placed one last kiss right under your belly button before lifting his head up to meet your glossy eyes looking down at him.

“Yes? Want anything?” he asked nonchalantly as he rubbed his hands up and down your legs. His touch sent shivers right down your spine and despite the decent room temperature, you got chills.

You wanted him. All of him. He was your escape. Steve was what you needed to forget about everything for a short while. It seemed selfish, but it felt right.

“Yes, please just- touch me, Captain, please,” you whined in desperation and his eyebrows shot up while his smirk got bigger at the name used at him. He liked it.

His hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled you closer to him slightly; your bare, dripping core much closer to his face now and when he spoke, his breath fanned against your wet folds and caused an intense sensation right on top of your throbbing core.

“Where does my girl want me? Right here?” he asked and before you could give him a proper answer, he slipped his tongue between your slippery folds and the warmth of his mouth dragged a loud moan out of you.

“Fuck! Right there Steve,” you moaned and held his head right above your heat, tugging on his scalp slightly as both your fists were tangled in his hair.

His tongue worked on your entrance, slipping in and out of your folds and occasionally circling your bundle of nerves and sucking harshly on it – driving you crazy with just his tongue.

Somehow, while he was at it, he slipped two fingers into your tight entrance and curled them upwards while he lazily stroked them in and out of you. And a rather vulgar moan slipped out of your mouth.

While he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his tongue flicked over your clit speedily while occasionally bringing his mouth over it to suck on it gently.

He worshiped your body with all his might, and soon, you came undone all over his mouth and his skilled fingers. Your body was squirming under him as the waves of euphoria washed over you, and your desire flowed out of you drop by drop as he removed his fingers from the tight, circular entrance of your core.

He didn’t waste any time in bringing his tongue back to your dripping heat once again, relishing whatever you had to offer him. His nose grazed your carefully trimmed bush and you could see your cum dripping down his chin. The sight was filthy, and you liked it.

His tongue brushed over your most sensitive spots and your body was shaking under his touch, and that didn’t stop him. He licked you clean and then stood up to look down at you.

 “You always taste so damn good,” he whispered, stroking your hair gently with his hand as he stood in front of you, a thin layer of sweat all over his muscular abdomen and his broad chest.

 His hard on looked so prominent that it looked like it must be painful at this point.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited for his next command.

 “You’re gonna be a good girl and suck my cock now, aren’t you, babygirl? You’re gonna wrap your pretty mouth around me, yeah? Well, then get to work baby,” he whispered huskily and you didn’t waste another second.

You hurried and pulled down his black briefs, which pooled at his ankles and he carefully stepped out of them as you wrapped your hand around his thick length and pumped it a couple of times before taking just the tip into your mouth, knowing how much that got him to the edge.

“Fuck! Your mouth feels – holy fuck!” he moaned as you caught him off guard and toyed with his balls.

Your mouth wrapped around his leaking tip and your tongue twirled around it, dragging a few cuss words out of his oh so righteous and pure mouth.

To the world, Steve Rogers was a good, honest and saintly man. But here, naked with you, the feral and rawness in him came out and you liked knowing that you had the power to bring this wild side out of the noble, out of time, hero.

The cuss words flowed out of his mouth like a chant as your tongue brushed over the slit of his length before taking all of him into your mouth. You allowed him to slide inside your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

You bounced your head as your mouth milked his length perfectly. His one hand held a grip in your hair while the other held your jaw possessively while you maintained eye contact with him.

His perfect face had a pleasant frown upon it as you moved your mouth around him, tracing each bump and each bulging vein with your tongue. His taste drove you wild, and soon, his grip tugged at your hair harder and he bucked his hips against your mouth, sliding his length in and out of your mouth faster than before. That signaled that he was close so coming undone.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked on his hard length slightly, a hiss slipping out of his pink lips as you noticed that his muscles tensed and soon, you felt his load shoot the back of your throat.

His raw, salty taste fueled your lust for him.

His semi hard length slowly slipped out of your mouth as his eyes rolled back and he leaned his head back a little, breathing heavily with his mouth slightly parted as his orgasm washed through him as well. A few droplets of sweat trickled down his chest and he looked magnificent, his damp skin shining in the dim evening light of your living room.

The sight of him riding the waves of pleasure was something you couldn’t get used to no matter how many times you saw it before. He looked ethereal.

 His heavy breathing ceased slightly as his grip on your jaw tightened. He bent down and brought his own face closer to yours.

His warm cum smudged slightly on the side of your mouth and the sight of having his cum messily all over your mouth drove the man insane.

He gripped your jaw and lifted your face up to line up with his. His grip on your jaw caused your mouth to part just the slightest.

“Look at you, all messy and wet with my cum all over your mouth. You’re mine, you get that? All mine,” he growled and spat in your mouth before quickly covering your mouth with his warm one.

The kiss was ferocious, animalistic and passionate. You could feel his lust for you in the kiss, his teeth clashed against yours and his lips made it their mission to bruise yours. The kiss hurt, but the passion and lust hidden in it minimized the pain.

His hands traveled everywhere all over your body. He pulled you up so you were standing as well, and slapped your thighs lightly. You took that as your cue to jump and wrap your legs around his waist once again.

He carefully walked the two of you to your bedroom, all while kissing the living shit out of you.

You briefly broke the kiss once he laid you down on your cool, satin sheets. He stood back, looked at you and smirked.

 Oh, you knew that smile.

 “Condoms on the t-,”

“The top drawer, yeah I know,” he smirked, finishing your sentence as he quickly opened the drawer, took one out, ripped the wrapping, took it out and handed it to you.

“Wanna do the honors?” he teased as you sat up and took the thin, transparent condom out of his hand and slipped it carefully onto his length.

You gave the glistening tip a quick peck and he growled again, making you smirk this time.

 “Hurry up, Captain. I need you to fuck me, now!” you demanded and he was quick to follow your orders.

He pushed you back on the bed and wrapped his mouth around your nipple, while his hand toyed with the other one. His lips and fingers pinching and biting down on the soft buds gently.

He kissed his way down from the valley of your boobs, around your belly button, until he reached your core.

He rubbed his tip against your clit and you moaned out loud. He was barely in you and you were already so stimulated.

He applied just the slightest of pressure and rubbed his tip up and down your wet folds, earning another loud, obscene moan out of you followed by a chant of cuss words.

 He smirked again.

 “I love how your body responds to my touch babe,” he whispered quickly before slipping his length inside of you without another warning.

You took deep breaths as your entrance adjusted to his size. Again, no matter how many times you’ve been intimate with him, his size was definitely something which you couldn’t just get used to.

 “Tell me if I hurt you, babygirl. Tell me if you want me to s-,”

“God! Just fuck me Rogers!” you playfully slap his chiseled face and his smirk grew wider.

His body hovered over yours as he supported himself up with his elbows, placed on either side of your head.

He moved his hips just the slightest and you felt his length stretch you to your maximum.

 “Fuck, baby! You’re so fucking tight, shit!” you heard his groan under his breath as his lips found their way to your neck, kissing and biting the skin like he owned it.

 Hearing him swear was always a turn on for you, and as your heard his vulgar words, your core got wetter and wetter – lubricating and easing his way as he rocked in and out of you.

He started slow, and when he realized that you had gotten used to his size – he sped up.

Sweat formed in between his eyebrows as he pounded into your heat. Your legs instinctively reached around his waist and you locked him in place.

One of his hands reached around your back as he lifted your back slightly off the bed sheets. The new angle allowed his length to stroke sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. Your wet walls clenched carefully around him and pumped him nicely.

His tip grazed your g-spot with almost every thrust and you were beginning you lose yourself in his embrace. Your head clouded with lust, passion and your love for him. And suddenly all that mattered in the world was the way your body connected with his in that moment. All you cared about was how he made you feel loved. All you could focus on was the filthy words which escaped his mouth.

 His hand left your back and flew to your clit. He rubbed the little nub furiously and soon, the sweet, all too familiar pressure began forming itself right at your heat. And you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer.

 “Steve! Fuck, I’m so close, Captain. Can I cum, please?” you asked, unsure of whether you made any sense. And you heard him grunt and moan your name once again.

Hearing you calling him ‘Captain’ in bed was something which turned him on more than anything. And having you squirming underneath him, naked and at his mercy was a sight he would never forget.

“Hold on, baby. Just a little longer,” he whispered against your sweet spot and moved his mouth over yours once again, drinking in all the moans and cuss words which left your lips as he fucked you into oblivion. Your tight entrance applied just the right amount of pressure around his shaft and it was hard even for the super soldier to hold back his release.

 His kissed you and you moaned into his mouth and soon, his thrust started getting more and more irregular. You knew he was close and suddenly you couldn’t keep it in anymore. The pressure building at your core became too much to hold back, so you let go. And you came undone around him.

“Fuck! Captain!,” was all you could say as you moaned out loud.

Your heartbeat rand in your ears as your back arched off the bed and your chest pressed against his. The feeling of your bare body against his was what brought about his intense orgasm.

He moaned out loud and felt his warm seed fill the condom. His heart rate increased as well, and your ragged breath against his cheek was the only thing he could focus on.

His length went limp inside you and he carefully slipped it out.

He removed the condom off, tied it and threw it somewhere on the ground; it being the last thing he cared about right now. His body fell on top of yours, yet he was careful as to not apply all of his body weight on top of yours because given that you were not enhanced in anyway – it would definitely crush you.

 You wrapped your limbs around him once again as he moved to lay right next to you on the bed.

“I’ve always liked this bed, you know. And having you in it with me is just, heaven on Earth,” he whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead as he held you close.

 You chuckled at his absolutely random confession.

You calmed you heartbeat and breathing before replying.

 “I love you, Steve. Anywhere is heaven on Earth when I’m with you,” you confessed and placed a kiss on his chest before laying your head on top of it.

He laughed and placed a kiss on top of your hair, while stroking it gently.

It was true, this was your true definition of happiness. Here, with him in your bed; both of you tired and worn out from making love, limbs tangled with one another, the smell of sex in the air as you both tried to calm your racing hearts.

This was how you intended to spend the rest of your life, with him.

 However, you couldn’t help but hear the faint whisper of your conscience asking you if he wanted the same.

Was this what he wanted as well? Did he envision his forever being with you?

 You tried your hardest to silence the faint voice down.

 “Hey, earlier in your text you said you needed to talk. Is everything okay?” you asked, desperately wanting that the little voice would just shut up.

His charming smile faded instantly as soon as those words left your mouth.

“Steve? Is everything okay?” you asked again and he shifted from under you and laid on his side, facing you properly as his hand flew to your cheek, his knuckles gently caressing the soft skin.

 “We, uh, had another meeting today. Well, more like a heated discussion, if not an argument really. All of us, and Pepper was there too. I guess that’s why she was late to pick up Morgan, I don’t know. Look, what I-“

“You guys had a meeting without me? Why? Steve, I deserve to know what’s going on just like the rest of you do,” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice. And he caught it.

 You sat up and pulled your blanket to cover your body from the chilly air coming from the AC.

Steve sighed and sat up too, getting under the covers with you.

You both leaned against the head board as Steve tried his best to answer to your queries.

 “I know. And you do, you have the complete right to be mad at all of us, but just know that it was my idea not to tell you,” he explained and you couldn’t help but feel unwanted.

 “Why?” was all you asked, your voice cracking in the process, and he sighed again before continuing.

 “I proposed something. And I didn’t need someone else to tell me what a horrible idea it was while none of you understood that this is the right way to do it,” his words confused you.

“Steve, I don’t understand, what I-,”

 “That stones. I’m gonna go return them, tomorrow. It’s high time now. How long are we gonna hold on to them and pretend that it’s too dangerous. We have to get them back to where they belong. Please, I was hoping that at least you would understand where I’m coming from,” he pleaded and you simply couldn’t ignore the lump in your throat.

You had all collectively agreed that it was a dangerous mission, with a crap ton of risks. And now, Steve was willing to risk it all.

 “But, can’t someone else go? We can’t risk you Cap,” you were on the verge of tears. And he pulled you into his lap and held you close; placing his forehead against yours.

 “And I can’t risk any of you while I sit here and wait. I have to be the one to do it. I’m the Captain, don’t forget that,” he further argued and the tears fell down your cheeks because you couldn’t hold them back anymore.

You were crying because you were afraid you would lose him, but also, because he was adamant; he was hell bent since day one about how he was the one who should go return the stones and ever since – you couldn’t help but feel as though this was more than him carrying out his ‘Captain’ duties. Somewhere, deep within your heart, you truly believed that he was trying to change something in his past. And that hurt you more than losing him.

 “What if you miss the timing? What if you get stuck somewhere, we’ll never know. What if you get stuck, out of time, again? What if y-,”

 “Shh, hey baby. I’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll come back to you, I will. I will come back to all of you. I promise you,” he pulled you in for a kiss and suddenly, for some weird reason, you felt like he was drifting far from you. But he was right there, in your arms, then why did it feel like he wasn’t?

 You reluctantly agreed.

“Fine. I, I love you okay. Come back to me, please,” you whispered against his lips.

He didn’t answer, but he did capture your lips in a lazy, deep kiss. His hands held you close to him and in that moment; you forgot everything.

And you were too busy to notice that he didn’t say anything when you confessed your love for him.

   Steve left after you both went for round 2, and cuddled for a while. You asked Mr. J to turn back on in the first floor and you went in your bathroom for a much needed bath.

While your body soaked in the tub, filled with peach scented oils and frothy bath bombs – you couldn’t stop the tears once again.

You thought about everything; your dad, your broken family and how alone you would be if it weren’t for Steve.

And while you were at it, you thought about Steve as well. What a story he had, of a super soldier trapped out of time in a world he didn’t quite fit in.

You thought about how scared he must have been when he woke up for the first time in 70 years, in the middle of a bustling city; out of time.

You thought about how heartbroken he must’ve felt when he realized that he had left his first love behind while he was stuck in this advanced world; out of time.

 Hot tears fell down your face as your racing thoughts didn’t stop.

 What if this isn’t what he wants?

Steve’s been trying so hard to fit in this fast paced world – one where he wasn’t supposed to be in the first place.

What if it was selfish of you to forcing him to stay here with you?

Maybe, you thought, you should just leave him the choice while the power would be in his hands tomorrow?

This, was never the life he chose. He’s trapped here. But what if he could change that, and live the life he wanted? What if he could really be with the one he once truly loved?

 Your heart broke hearing your own thoughts, but you knew you had to let him go. Your dad taught you better than to be selfish when it comes to love. And you were gonna do the right thing, tomorrow.

  -NEXT MORNING-

 Guess it’s safe to say that you woke up wiser. You knew just what to do.

After a quick breakfast, you drove straight to the compound and made your way inside once you parked your car.

 “And she finally left the house! I’m so happy you’re here, y/n!” Wanda gave you a long hug and you two casually talked for a while.

A few minutes later, Bruce walked in with Sam hot on his heels and it looked like they were arguing.

 “…but you’re sure that he’ll make it back in one single piece because dude, he’s Captain America and one single mistake on your part and the entire country is gonna kick your huge, green a- Y/N! Hey, you’re here too!” Sam pulled you in for a hug as well.

You chuckled and hugged him back tightly.

 “Hey birdie, missed me?” you asked and he just gave you one of his soft, caring smiles.

“Can’t lie, I did miss your annoying ass,” he answered and soon, Bruce picked you up from behind.

 “HEY! We missed you!” the gentle giant said and you tried your best not giggle as he tickled your sides.

“I missed you guys too. Is Steve here?” you asked and Sam quickly told you that he was upstairs getting his quantum suit on.

 You told the rest of the team that you’d be back in a minute as you rushed upstairs. You needed to talk to him urgently.

While on your way up, you bumped into a hard body.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologized and looked up only to be met with a pair of crystal blue eyes.

Bucky placed his metal arm on your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, smiling gently at you.

 “You okay, doll? You seem a little shaken up, you alright?” he asked and you nodded, unable to speak because you were mentally rehearsing the speech you were about to deliver to Steve.

“Okay, I’m here if you ever need to talk. See you around,” he said and made his way downstairs.

 You rushed through the corridor until you reached Steve’s room. You knocked and from inside came a muffled voice.

“Come in, Y/n,” was all it said and you pushed the door open and rushed inside.

“Hey Steve, uh, can we talk?” you asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” he asked, fixing his suit and securing the Pym particle on his side.

“I, I love you. Okay, I really do. You helped me when I couldn’t help myself. You, and the others, you got me out of my misery and you always knew how to cheer me up. Even when dad was gone, you were always there. You’re my best friend Steve, you’re my rock, and I love you. But…”

Your voice trailed off as you didn’t know how to word your emotions. You loved him, you really did – but holding on to him and asking him to stay would be selfish. And you couldn’t be selfish anymore, not when he had the chance to get his life, and his first love back. You wanted him to be happy, you wanted him to have the happy life he deserved. Even if it meant, not sharing the life with you.

“But? But what- hey are you okay? Y/n, please don’t cry, tell me what’s wrong babe, please,” he walked up to you and wrapped his arm around you while his other hand caressed your cheeks, wiping away your fallen tears in the process.

 You sniffled and thought, maybe you should just say it.

“I, uh, I think you should stay back. I think you should live your life, with Peggy, back in time,” you whispered and for just a split moment, his breathing stopped.

He didn’t say a word so you thought you should clarify things further.

“No one has to know, Steve. I know you don’t fit in here. I know you loved her, a lot. And in just a matter of time, you’ll have the power in your hands. The stones, you can use them and, maybe, stay behind and live the happy life you deserve. With her, she’s the love of your life after all,” you said, a few more tears falling down your cheeks.

These ones, he didn’t wipe away because he was unable to move as the words left your mouth.

 “Y/n… I, what? I can’t leave?” it sounded more like a question than a statement to you.

“You deserve it, Steve. I won’t say a word to anyone. I will always love and respect you as a person Steve. I value our friendship more than anything. All the time I spent with you, all those moments, they’ll always be special to me. But you deserve a happy life, Captain. One where you’re not out of time, one which you spend with the love of your life. You deserve that, Steve, you really do. As for us, we’ll manage, don’t worry,” you wiped your tears and hugged him tightly.

 “You are one of the best person I’ve ever met, y/n. I love you, I, I don’t know what to say,” he whispered against your hair.

You smiled.

 You were hurting, but realizing the true happiness he’ll receive once he goes back made everything better. You loved him, and you were gonna lose him, but somehow, it felt like it needed to happen.

  You both walked out of the room and the entire team was waiting for you outside. It was time for Steve to go, but the rest of the team had no idea; that he was actually going.

You could see the worry clear on Sam’s face, while Bucky was smiling faintly at you.

Wanda was nowhere to be seen, and Bruce was busy with the time machine. You both walked up to the machine and Steve stopped to give Sam and then Bucky a hug. The two super soldiers shared a hundred year old inside joke and you smiled looking at both of them.

When they pulled away from the hug, Bucky gave you a half smile, and a curious look. One which you couldn’t quite understand but you soon shook it off as Steve wrapped his arms around you once again.

“Thank you, y/n, for everything,” he whispered quietly in your ear.

You inhaled his faint cologne one last time and gave his body a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything, Steve. Now, go live your life Captain,” you whispered back in his ear and he pulled away smiling.

 Steve stepped on the time machine and smiled back at all of you.

“How long is it gonna take?” Sam asked Bruce. The worry in his tone was still very audible.

“For him, however long he needs. For us, ten seconds,” Bruce replied, going through everything one more time.

You stood right next to the machine and soon, Bucky was by your side.

“You did the right thing, y/n. It was a hard decision, but I’m glad you took the right one,” he whispered in your ear, and his words were unheard by both Sam and Bruce.

 You turned your head abruptly to face him but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke up.

“Going quantum in 3, 2, 1,” and while he spoke, Steve’s mask was on and the machine whirred loudly.

And within a nanosecond, Steve was gone. And your heart felt heavy again.

A couple of seconds passed and the worry on Sam’s face grew even more prominent.

“And back in 3, 2, 1,” Bruce said, flipping a switch or two.

 But nothing happened. Steve didn’t come back. He listened to you after all.

 While Sam and Bruce argued over what was happening, you felt a cold, metal hand against your cheek. It was Bucky, and you didn’t realize that he had held you close to him the whole time as you watched Steve leaving.

“Don’t cry doll, you did the right thing,” he whispered and you nodded.

“Thanks Buck, I know. He deserved it, he deserved a chance to live his life with the one he truly loves,” you spoke in a low voice and he hugged you tightly.

   ***

He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes

[crunkumbee]

New Life

Yancy x gender neutral reader

Request: 

Fic idea: we immediately go back when yancy leaves to be in the prison, but we keep the key. We want to get yancy out straight away, but end up staying with him in prison.

I neeeeed yancy being a suave motherfucker and just flirting with us and sweet talking us like crazy. Cuz lets face it, when he puts his mind to it, yancy can put that voiice to exceptionally good use. And yes that is a fic request cause there is a distinct lack of yancy fics that have him being confiden, you got the moves boy, just need to know how to use theem! - @iamalastortrash​

Word Count: 500

A/N: hehe sorry idk why im apologizing but im doing it anyway and i love you all and i WILL be doing a holiday thing so im kinda shoving these fics at you this next week but ALSO my game is having an event for my favorite character starting tomorrow so idk how well these will be written so thats probably why im apologizing and for the fact that its kinda short but whatever ANYWAYS i hope you all ENJOY

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No. You weren’t going to leave him in there. Yancy deserved better than this. You didn’t care that he thought that he deserved to be in that prison because he took the time and effort to help you specifically. There weren’t any sirens announcing that you had escaped. On the plus side, you did have the universal skeleton key. You walked back through the gate and even though it was lights out, there were multiple prisoners walking around and you went back to the cafeteria where you found Yancy sitting at the table while the rest of the gang was playing cards with one of the guards. He was just looking at the table and not saying anything to the group. 

When you walked in he didn’t look up at first. He was just staring until you said his name.

He looked up at you in surprise, “Y/n? What are youse doin here?” 

“Yance I couldn’t fathom just leaving you in here.” 

“It was this handsome face wasn’t it?” 

“It sure was. But you’re more than that to me. You’re a friend Yancy.” 

He was going to give a smart remark before Bam-Bam invited you to join their game. 

“I hope you know that I can, and will, kick all of your asses at this.” 

“Y/n… I hate to break it to youse but nobody can beat me. I just so happen to be the best at just about everything here in this prison. I’m basically the king.” 

“Well I might just have to overthrow that king then huh?” 

Everyone at the table looked over at Yancy to see if he was going to retort but he just sat there and smiled at you as the guard dealt the cards. 

Almost an hour later and you had won the game. Just like you said you would and Yancy was going to hear all about it whether he liked it or not. 

“Okay okay, youse might be a little bit better than me at cards but I have the better voice and youse can’t deny that.” 

“Bet.”

“I could do so many things to youses when you talk to me like that but I am a gentleman and I choose to stay that way when I talk to youse.” 

You gave him a look that insisted that it might not always turn out to be how he thought it would. 

“Are you sure youse want to be in here. I mean, This is home for me but I don’t know, something suggests that there is something youse found here huh. It was probably me because I’m obviously amazing in everyway and I might just need a plus one to rule this little prison, what do youse say? Wanna rule the prison and the gang together. It would be fun.” 

“Alright, alright I will ‘rule’ with you.” 

“Perfect now the king doesn’t have to rule alone.” 

[gender-chaotic]

Oh boy b**tleba*bes talking about stuff they have no clue about lmao

Warning talk mentions of b**tleb*bes, over sexualization of minors, and a bit of adult stuff.

Im goldenbeetle shipper whos been here a while now and is a proud drinker of loving barbara maitland juice not gonna deny our community has some issues mostly in the past with leaving babs out of fics and art and focus more on adam and beej as well as more adult content. But this is something myslef and many people IN OUR OWN COMMUNITY has been speaking out about for a long ass time now you can search the tags for posts adressing leaving Barbara out including by myself so jot that down, so we dont need b**tleb*bes who barley know anything about our community telling us about our content especially when some of y'all openly mock our ship and made it clear you do not care about it, thanks. many of us especially more recently add barbara in, ive seen so much goldenbeetle content that includes babs including again my own content, ive purposefully drawn solo babs and beej so if you're saying there no content that includes her or just beej and her you're very VERY wrong, come to me or most shippers we can provide lots of golden beetle content with babs and even just babs and beetlejuice. Not to mention a few of your own b**tleb*bes have made beetlejuice and adam content and usually leaves Barbara out and focuses just on adam and beej but go off i guess lol.

Many people draw barbara also draw her based off her actresses' who are both women who don't have very large breasts on top of that gena davis' dress for Barbara did not reveal much, kerry's showing a bit more with a deep neckline still covered alot of her body. Many people arent drawing babs with big knockers and sexy clothes because were trying to repress her sexuality and make her dress like she's in the handmaids tale, shame women for being sexy, its because barbara and adam are canonically a white bred suburban couple who are "vanilla" its their personailty, i drew babs with smaller breasts and more "canon compliant" for a while before i changed it up. Obviously you CAN draw barabra and even adam as sexy and babs with big tiddies, i draw barbara with larger breasts now, and show her cleavage and I've been doing this for a while and i have draw PLENTY of sexy and pin up style babs as well adult content with her beetlejuice, and adam, I've also posted it on here so again y'all dont know what you're talking about. I know others who have drawn sexy barbara and barbara with larger breasts just because its not common and YOU haven't seen it doesn't mean its not out there.

Have y'all seen art of anyone oc's like including self ship oc's with beej?? many of them are sexy and/or have pretty bug breasts (not complaini g btw yall are doing gr8 i love your oc's) or other adult female characters in the show I've seen of art thats sexy of miss Argentina and delia as well as art of them with larger breasts and dressed more "sexy" because that's their character, dress more revealing and prefer to be "sexy". Ive also never been attacked or seen any other "anti" attack a creator for making sexy art or big breasted versions of female characters that are canonically adults in beetlejuice, this includes myself who has openly posted suggestive content of babs even on here infact Ive seen people actually like that stuff they just don't make it themselves so claiming "no one is allowed" to draw barbara sexy or adult content of her is also a huge load.

Not to get too personal but speaking from experience as a person who developed at a very early age i got my first real bra at 7 or 8, had D-DDD breasts throughout middle school and highschool, currently has g-h cup breasts, has been overly sexualized my entire life by people of all ages because of this, and also deals with ALOT of dysphoria because of It am A-ok with representation of women with larger breasts, including suggestive/sexual art of them, women of all body types including their breasts but that's the thing i highly doubt y'all care about large breasted women I've seen the argument when talking about the over sexualiztion of large breasts

"well you dont care about women with big breasts we exist too!"

"Dont erase our body breasts!"

I get it! But its pretty clear this argument is usually only being presented to tokenize us and then someone will draw a big tiddied lady with wide as birthing hips, a dumpster truck ass, back that looks like it son the verge of breaking, and a waist that varies from size skinny to "holy sh*t did all your organs get sucked out???" If yall really care about women with big breasts draw women of differing body types with big breasts, draw them chubby, fat, ACTUALLY curvy, give them stretch marks, a double chin, ect. You fucking cowards say were mysoginists for "not giving barbara big tiddies"

Most of b**tleb*abe adult lydia art looks like a mix of jessica rabbit, elvira, and morticia addams with the same 2 or 3 body types over and over again, infact ive run into plenty of b**tleb*bes art where lydia has either has big tits or like a B-ish cup ("aged up" lydia thats looks almost exactly like her teenage self canon(s)) not really an inbetween but you "totally care about women with large breasts" its not tat you only care about adult lydia to make her ooc, project onto her and make her to sexy goth queen many of us wanted to be when we were young and watched beetlejuice, ship her with beej so she can be his big tiddy goth gf its TOTALLY about ""feminism"" uh huh....

And where has YOUR sexy barbara art been hmm? b**tleb*bes draw so little art of barbara or either maitlands other than to be in the background and react to beej and lyida's shenanigans, or scold them because babes portray the maitlands or way more protective and prude than in canon, and the little art I've seen babes draw of her isn't sexy big tiddy babs. I have at most seen a handful of deetzland fics with adult content including barbara and that's it. Its very clear many of yall care mostly about lydia and beej especially boinking be honest now. So dont bring up our ship or barbara as a "gotcha antis".

And lastly Lydia, i dont think any of us are saying she cant grow up, we literally just think its gross to sexualize a character who is a minor in canon and age her up solely to be with a canon adult. Ive seen "antis" draw adult lydia in a tasteful way and develop her as she grows up because they're interested in her charcter and no one has taken issue with it at all. Lydia in all canons doesnt have big honkers in any canon either, yes minors can have breasts, even larger ones. I mentioned above that was me, and you can have a character who is a minor who looks more developed than others where its not gross and sexualized (jackie lynn thomas from svtfoe is an example, mami from madoka isnt really sexualized in canon from my memory) i think representaion of all body types abd breast sizes is important for young women but lydia isnt one of those characters even in canons where shes 15-17 and going through puberty.

Let lydia be a child jfc, stop being creepy and getting pissy when people draw lyida with the same breast cup in canon and make her look like the average teen/tween she is, that isnt misogyny its treating a character who is a minor appropriately.

The ACTUAL misogyny is over sexualizing and aging up a tween/teen character soley to do the horizontal monster mash with a adult charcter, write her so that she really only cares about said adult character and the spawn that pop out of her from him, she dies young but parents and friends who cares shes got beetlejuice!, Forget the entire life she leaving behind too, and giving her the body of a pixar mom or h*ntai protagonist a majority of the time.

Your performative white feminism is showing.