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Okay I have to yell about Koleda Belobog Zenless Zone Zero because I feel like I love her in a very specific way that I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about. More under the cut because I have,,, so many thoughts.

Koleda is such a good portrayal of someone who struggles with their perception as an adult. A pretty easy conclusion to make with the first thing she usually says on the character select screen being “Hey, don’t look down on me!”, but it definitely goes a lot deeper the more you spend time with her. Specifically, she seems to struggle in her perception of herself as someone much more mature than her younger peers, but still not on the same level as the adults in similar positions of power as her. I kinda. Hate zenless for not explicitly stating how old she is, but given she rose to her position at Belobog “when she came of age” (which honestly, I still can’t give a concrete answer to what hoyo means by this? Some searches I found claimed the working age to be 16 in China, I’ve seen others online claim 18 but that’s not reliable. Hoyo I'm begging you put official ages on your characters it's a cool and based practice), she waited for a significant amount of time before taking up her role as president. She is an adult from what the game implies, and a core part of her character is fighting against the constant infantilization she faces due to how she looks.

Let’s start with her love of desserts (and a honestly this is the reason I started writing this). It’s her most highlighted character trait (it is also the first known attribute in her trust rank profile when you unlock her), and most of her trust events on 6th street revolves around them. Initially, she hesitates in proclaiming her love for them, likely to avoid being perceived as childish.

Her rank 4 trust special event is, admittedly, my favorite, but it’s one of the best breakdowns of this.

In order to maintain her image as a mature adult, she uses her position as company president to get around having to request a special dessert drink by name (in her defense, "Sweet Girl Fluffy Marshmallow Lambkin Milk" is an insane mouthful of a product name). At the end of the event she admits that saying its name “wasn’t as bad as she thought”, but her initial kneejerk reaction was a complete rejection of even entertaining the idea of doing something that could put the image she worked so hard to create and maintain at risk. Despite this, she still refuses desserts that aren't tooth-rottingly sweet, even if they are seen as the more mature or "refined" option. It's only around people that she really trusts does she allow this part of herself to be known, because she knows they wouldn't misconstrue this behavior as childish.

I also think her perception on the differences between kids and adults is interesting ("thank you agent story quest" we all say in unison). She doesn't ever feel like she fits in with other kids, probably due to all the responsibility she had to take on as the eventual heir to her father's company. But she also holds a vocal distain for many of her adult peers. Her declaration of "When I was younger, I thought the whole world was rotten, trying to make people just as rotten when they grow up." is a reflection of how she struggled to find her place in the world as she was forced to suddenly transition into adulthood, while still trying to understand the actions of the adults around her.

Her relationship with her father becoming strained contributed significantly to her world outlook as well, and may have caused such a specific distinction of what she deems "the world of adults". I don't want to dive too specifically into that because spoilers and the game is only a few weeks old so. Pin that for another time maybe? It definitely matters in the sense that the loss of her father is the catalyst for the loss of her childhood, but a lot of the specifics in how that affected her are speculative (and I don't wanna get too headcanon-y in this particular post) and she explicitly chooses not to discuss it too in-depth with the proxy (which, girl. Valid). But she's slowly learning to cope with that loss, at least it seems that way by the end of chapter 3. Honestly I could probably find more to add about the agent story in particular, but I would have to replay it to get a better idea.

To me, Koleda Belobog is very solid representation for women who had to grow up too fast, struggle with the perception of being seen as an adult, and hold guilt about indulging in acts that can be perceived as childish by their peers because they never fully got the chance to just be a kid. It truly did resonate with me, and it feels like such a specific "if you know, you know" kind of experience that I don't feel is talked about as much in media, especially with people who identify as female during their youth.

Also, also! I hope they dive in a bit more on how she got/has so much hollow corruption at a young age. Because they imply that she is so short as a result of this hollow corruption. Like that's so damn interesting conceptually and I know they delved on it more in Rina's agent story but. It was more of a mental affliction than a physical one.

Anyway I've been working on this for like 2 days now but that's all I have in terms of like. A canon-compliant character analysis.

TLDR; Koleda is such a perfect example of "God forbid short women exist" and I love her for that. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[kewpidity]

kewpie's slapdash tips and tricks for making moodboards

ive been asked a few times about how i make my moodboards and my MethodTM so here it is!

this is an image heavy post and as detailed and comprehensive as i can possible make it, if you have any questions let me know and i'll help if i can!

also, this is made with sites and apps for desktop- i have no experience editing on mobile so if that's what you're looking for im afraid i cant help you, sorry! ↷↷↷

Choose Your Fighter

let's get right into it- first thing first choose a character, or a ship or a series or whatever! i'll be doing a ship because it's a teeny bit more involved than just a single character or series

the ship will be grim x mandy from the one show

Picking Pictures

obviously the most important part of a moodboard is the Pictures

i use pinterest personally, and finding them on there is usually pretty easy, especially if i have an idea of things i want to include. a lot of people already have boards made up for characters as well, so just searching the character names under the 'board' option will usually get you where you need to go!

but i know some people prefer sources with free to use, royalty free type images, so i included those as well:

pixabay unsplash

you can have as many or as little as you'd like, but personally i prefer the classic 9x9 grid style moodboards, so im obviously gathering 9 photos

as for what pictures to choose, here are some things to ask yourself:

do you have a color scheme you associate with this character/ship? are there any themes that are relevant?

these are the pics i choose for my board- they're raw, unedited, and uncropped, which we'll be changing here in a bit

notice that ive chosen the color scheme of pink, black, and white because that suits them and is also the colors in their actual character palettes

ive also picked some things that feel relevant to the ship and its vibes- mandy is associated with daisies, so i got a picture with a girl with a daisy in her eye, which i also paired with a skull with a flower in its eye socket, bringing them together with a common theme. there are also little black shoes and a bloody knee for mandy, a psythe and what could work for cerberus for grim, and since their ship is kind of gruesome and mean spirited (affectionate) as well as the show having pulpy vibes, i got a heart shaped steak, a pulpy romance/horror cover, and an old horror movie card with their VibesTM

Formatting

now that we have our pictures, its time to figure out the formatting! i went ahead and already did that with the pictures above using a site ipiccy, specifically the 'collage' options

ipiccy

once you press 'collage', you'll open up to this menue, where im choosing the 9x9 grid, but as you can see there are other options there if you wanna use them! then you're gonna press 'add images'

then you add images here (mine are already loaded in):

afterwards, you play around with the placement of the images- its okay if they clip or dont properly fit in the box, this is Only figuring out where you want the pictures to go, we'll place them properly later in a different program

when im placing them i like to consider patterns and shapes- top left square is a 'mandy' square, so bottom right should be a 'grim square', as well as echo each other- in this case the flowers in the eyes thing, and so on, even down to the pointy little shoes and the pointy little sythe this part can be v subjective, so i encourage you to play around until it clicks for you

i hope my scribbles kinda help explain visually what i mean:

also as a small personal tip: when i make moodboards i want to capture the feeling of a character/ship/what have you Without just Saying it. because of that i lean more heavily on the pictures themselves and Only ever use One that has text on it. again this is subjective, but to me its a 'telling vs showing' thing and too many words makes the whole thing feel v cluttered with little room for the actual characters involved

once you're satisfied with your placement, take a screenshot to reference your placement, and then we move on to

PS/Photopea, Templates, Adjustments, and PSDs

this is where we get really into it

firstly, i know most people either dont have PS or are nervous about downloading a cracked version (def do not click this because it is def not a link to older ps files you can dl for free) but luckily there's an extremely comprehensive in-browser option that is totally free called Photopea, which can be found HERE

its basically a 1 to 1 rebuild of the real thing, and since its more accessible i'll be using that to finish up my board!

first, you'll wanna throw your template in there, here's the one im using

once you open it, you also need to open the pics you chose to use- i suggest doing this one at a time to not overcrowd the program

once the pic is open, copy it and paste it over onto the moodboard, and then right click the layer and set it to 'clipping mask' which will keep the pic within the bounds of just the template:

then go over the toolbar on the right, press the 'rectangle select', then right click the board and select 'free transform' to move the picture around freely:

now is where you look at the screenshot you took of the ipiccy placement, and then you simply move the picture in the proper place in the moodboard! you might need to select and cut off the part that doesnt fit neatly into the square

continue doing this until you have it all filled out, and take some time to properly fit the pics (for example, the pic with the text needed to be (to does this is photopea drag around the corners while in 'free transform, and if you dont want it to scale at the same dimensions press 'shift' on the keyboard while you drag, which is what i had to do with the text or the flower-in-the-skull to make it fit properly))

its important that All your layers are properly set to clipping mask, otherwise it'll be all messed up! so it should look like like this when you're done, and hopefully everything will be layered on the board properly, and we end up with this:

you could stop here and be done with it, the entire moodboard can be finished now, but i like to tweak things like contrast and value and levels, which are found here in the 'image' section at the top- ive been as tutorial-esque as i can be so far, but this one really comes down to playing around with it and making adjustments until you like the outcome (each layer can be changed individually)

i try to make it so everything feels even- the blacks match and the whites match and none of them feel particularly lighter or darker or more saturated than the others

so we go from this:

to this (if you cant tell the difference i didnt do it well ljksdf, its helped further along and made more obvious by the next step) :

and Finally the secret sauce: PSDs!

these are premade colors/effects that you drop on top of board to help even things out, maybe make some colors Pop

there are a Ton of them free to use on tumblr and deviantart, and Here is a tutorial on how to use them! (its done on mobile but works functionally the same as on desktop)

feel free to make adjustments to the photos more under the psd until it looks right to you

once ive selected and used the psd i wanted, i export it as a png, and this is the result!

i hope this is helpful and not Too confusing, if anybody has any questions let me know and i'll try to help!

[alpaca-clouds]

How to make the DnD Lore more accessible

I talked on Christmas about how Wizards of the Coast and generally Hasbro are mismanaging Dungeons & Dragons. And I want to go a bit more into one of the things I brought up in that blog. Which is: The inaccessibility of the Dungeons & Dragons lore, or specifically the Forgotten Realms Lore, which technically is the main lore for the game.

To sum up, what I said in that long essay once again:

While more and more people are playing DnD, a lot of them are playing it with original worlds. In of itself that is not really a bad thing, but the reason why so many opt for original worlds is. Because one of the main reasons is that the DnD Lore is very, very inaccessible. Sure, there are several wikis out there of varying quality. But even with the good wikis, there is just the fact that not all pages are of equal quality and there is just a lot of stuff that is just stubs.

Meanwhile the official stuff is fairly useless. Sure, there are quite a few books that give you some great lore - but actually finding the book for the lore that you are looking for is pretty much impossible without once again relying on Wikis. And of course, depending on the age of some of the sources, they might also just not generally be available unless someone uploaded them to the internet archive.

And yeah, sure, Ed Greenwood is a walking encyclopedia on his world - and will answer questions on Twitter. But...

Look, here is the thing: WotC wants to make money with this. So, excuse me for saying this, but... They should put some more effort into making this accessible. Just put some people down there that make a comprehensive write up off the lore.

Or to put it differently: Make a comprehensive Wiki on DnDBeyond.

See, here is the thing. When right now I wanna find out something about, let's say, Tymora, I can totally search for it on DnDBeyond.

But then the results look like this:

So, basically it just lists me source books in which Tymora is mentioned. Which does not necessarily tell me, how much I can actually gleam about Tymora and the worship of Tymora from each sourcebook. And if I click on one of the links, this is what I get:

Which, you might notice, tells me literally nothing about Tymora.

Now, I absolutely get that WotC needs to sell all those books and all of that. But... To keep it like that makes the entire Lore and background of the world completely inaccessible.

This goes double, of course, because each of the books does not necessarily give you a comprehensive writeup of who the goddess actually is or what her timeline is.

And this goes basically for everything. There is barely any information that they make actually accessible.

So, how could WotC actually fix this?

Well, simple: Make their own Wiki - and then use the Wiki as a jump-off point to sell your stuff. It does not have to be the most comprehensive thing ever, but give a general overview of the most important stuff: A timeline and a general idea of the major events (like the Time of Troubles, the Spellplague and the Second Sundering), an overview of the pantheon, an overview of the different cities, and some major characters (like Xanathar, Dagult Neverember and so on).

Because here is the thing: When you do not have a hook, you will not get people to actually buy your books.

To keep with my example: Let's say you are a person who has just gotten into DnD. Maybe because of an Actual Play Podcast, maybe because you liked the movie, or maybe because you just come off Baldur's Gate 3. And now you want to get into playing DnD and would like to do something with that world. So, you google "Play DnD" and get obviously the official side as a first result (with Roll20 coming in second).

But... You basically get not at all a primer on the world and the different settings you can have in it. Nothing.

The "story" thingie basically just also has links to "Buy" pages. No way to properly get a good hook into the story of DnD.

Again, all on its own it is not a big issue that people make their own worlds. You could argue that it is technically a good thing, because it allows people to be more creative. But there are two things you also have to keep in mind.

New players really do have a bigger hurdle to overcome when they want to start playing - because either getting into the lore or creating their own lore does pose a challenge to start with.

More people playing in the official game world, does create a bigger feeling of community, as people work on some connected lore.

WotC wants to sell those books, which does really not work, when you do not give a good hook for them.

People are just more likely to buy a book on details of a world, if they are already kinda familiar with the book - and if they know what they are actually looking for.

This... really isn't that hard or complicated.

So, what I would do is the following:

Create an official timeline (especially as there are contradictions in the timeline as off now).

Create an official encyclopedia featuring major locations, people, religions and the general pantheon.

Use those official encyclopedia pages to link to books and adventures working with that kinda stuff to sell them.

Maybe also create some fairly short official one shots to start with. Let's just say three or four of them. Offer them for free and very clearly available on the official website. (Even with all faults I see in how Catalyst handles Shadowrun, this is something they do very well.)

Also... Just maybe create some more official content like short stories, some good content on youtube... the likes of that. Heck, create an official Actual Play that is actually set in Toril!

Is that all going to cost some money? Yeah, it is. But I would argue that this would do the game good. While there are no official numbers some fan-made polls suggest that actually most people play without any official material. Meaning the game itself right now is super accessible - but only a few people are actually interested in the official stuff. And if WotC wants to make money... Well, they need to get people interested in the official stuff.

And that is of course without going into how the shoot themselves in the foot by trying to change the open game license and what not.

To put it differently: Right now DnD is actually super popular. So popular in fact that you could argue it is pretty much mainstream. And they... just fail to make proper money off it, because they are just too dumb to understand how to actually use it in their advantage.

[burningflamescurse]

“Whispers of the Past.” [2]

Dean Winchester x Fem!OC

Series Summary: A Case gone wrong years ago for Evelyn and her old hunting team has Haunted her for years, the horrors of that fateful day still engrained into her mind; Meeting the Winchesters was just some slither of hope for Evelyn, distracting her from her own bloody Past. That is, Until one day her old mentor's Partner calls her up and mentions that someone is killing off the rest of the members from Evelyn's old Hunting Team, she feels the memories pooling back into her mind and she is forced to recount everything that she just tried so hard to forget to the two people she trusts the most.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, OC's.

Chapter Summary: After Madi Drops the Bombshell that Chris is Miraculously Still alive after falling off a 13 Foot Cliff Drop, and that he is Killing off the Rest of their old Hunting team, Evelyn Tries to Sneak away from the boys to take care of the Situation before they Find out her big Secret.

CW//TW: mentions of Murder, mentions of Insanity, mentions of mental disorders, mentions of Child abuse, Past Child abuse, Past Mentions of Grooming, Kidnapping, torture, Murder, mentions of Ghosts and a Vampire Nest, panic attacks, Nightmares, flashbacks, Hallucinations, Obvious relationship between Dean and my OC, concussion, head wound, visions, Convulsions, Evelyn murders someone, mentor OC goes insane, drugging, the Police think Evelyn murdered some of her teammates, Dean Defends Evelyn, Evelyn and Sam are best friends.

A/N: Credit for the Header goes to @valeska-25

“He’s Alive?”, Evelyn’s Voice echoed through the phone in disbelief, “Madi, How? he fell off a Thirteen Foot drop.” her voice was Bordering Concern and Fear, no one Human could Survive all of those Jagged Rocks on the way Down; Madi let out a Shaky Sigh, “It’s weird, when I saw him he had no wounds whatsoever.”

“He must have missed all those Jagged Rocks on the way down and Hit the water, Swam to the Surface.” Madi said; now that was Pure Luck with how Insane and Scared Chris was at the time of that Incident. “He Must still have the after Effects of that Demon within him, Otherwise he wouldn’t have Gone after the old Team.” Evelyn Voiced her thoughts on the situation, She Received an agreeable him on the other end of the Phone.

“I agree with you Lyn, I’ve Collected the Remaining Members of the Hunting team, right now There’s only eight of us left; We’re hiding down at the Safehouse.” Madi Explained, Evelyn Remembered that Old Safehouse, Chris had Introduced it to her when he first took her in and was Training her. “That’s good, you all need to Steer Clear of that Hunting Ground we were on during the Incident, he’ll probably Search there first.” Evelyn Remarked.

There was a Stagnant Pause for a Minute.

“Lyn, I’m concerned about you though.” Madi said, her soft tone almost made Evelyn wanna cave and tell Her exactly where she was; but that would only risk her life and the Winchester Brothers’ lives. “Don’t worry about me.” she spoke quickly and ended the call before Madi could Protest.

Evelyn Went over to her desk, Pulling Out an Old Map of the Hunting Grounds from that Night. She looked at the area’s She had Circled in Previous Research of the area, She was going to have to sneak out without alarming Both Sam and Dean, She Didn’t need them Involved in her Shady and bloody past.

So Evelyn Started packing a Bag, Filling it with her Weapons and the Most Important things before Grabbing her heavy Jacket because in that area of Kansas it was specifically cold and snowing, she Quickly Left a Written note to Dean, Apologizing for what she had to do now; and then she Unlocked the latches of her window and Hopped out.

And then She Just Started Running.

←←→→

Dean and Sam found her note an Hour after she Snuck out, Reading the Contents of it made Dean’s Heart Clench Painfully for Evelyn.

‘Hey boys, I know you must be super confused Reading this, but I trust that you’ll trust me to do this on my own; I have to do this, There are things about my past that I haven’t told you, Dark and Bloody things. Now I know this probably won’t keep you guys away, because both of you are Stubborn as hell; but If you do follow me, Just know that I am sorry for everything that you’re about to find out.’

Of course as Expected, Dean Proposed the Idea to Track her down and Follow her wherever she was going off in Such a hurry; Even though Sam was Hesitant because it sounded like She wanted to do this alone, he agreed because She also might be heading into Danger.

So they Both Started Searching Evelyn’s Room, Sifting through all of Her Obviously Personal Belongings.

Finally Dean found the map that you had Haphazardly tried to hide in your Clothes Drawer, he Pulled it out looking at the spots you had Circled. “Hey Sam, Over here. I found something.” He called Sam over.

She were heading for your Old Hunting Grounds, Which she had mentioned in some Drunken Stories completely by accident.

Sam Noticed her Unlatched Window, “And it looks like she’s Going there by foot.” Sam Noted.

“Well let’s Jump in baby, and get over there now.” Dean said, he wanted to get to Evelyn Fast before anyone bad did.

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Evelyn had made it Halfway by the Evening, the sun Just setting, she was sure both Dean and Sam had already Started on the way to these old Hunting Grounds with the Impala.

She Internally Snorted at how stubborn the Two were, always Causing Trouble.

Evelyn Settled Down at a couple of Trees to stop for the night, if she kept going like this she’d only Burn herself straight to Exhaustion and never reach the hunting Grounds, fortunately she found it pretty easy to fall asleep.

Already tired from the Day’s Events, Her Eyes slipped closed and She fell into a Deep Slumber using her bag as a pillow.

“Now Hold it Steady, Lyn. Don’t mind the Kickback, I’ll catch you kid.” Chris’ Voice Flowed through the cold air, a younger Version Of Evelyn Pointing a Gun at a Target Painted onto a Tree, he was currently teaching her how to fire off a Gun correctly and have Perfect aim. Evelyn was Nervous, but she Slowed her Breathing closing her eyes for a Solid Minute, Calming her racing Heart.

Bang!

Evelyn had Shot a Bullet from the Gun so Smoothly, Seeming so easy to do, even Chris was Impressed with her Output. “Damn Kid, I knew you had Potential in you. You’re a Damn good Shot.” Chris Praised her, Evelyn practically beamed at the Praise not even noticing Madi right behind her who had a Proud Smile Plastered on her face, seeing Her as the child she never had the chance of having.

Once again though, the Seemingly Perfect and happy Memory was Changing again, the sky Turned into a Blood Red once more as Chris’ Eyes Turned Black like a Demon’s eyes; his Voice was Strangled And Gravely, a wound was open in his neck, in the shape of a bite wound from a Demon; his Vocal cords torn and Ripped half way out of his Throat. “You’ll never be able to save him, Evelyn. He Belongs among us now, your Precious Mentor is a Demon.” the Voice hissed.

“And it’s all your fault.” the Voice said once more before it let out a Horrible snarl, Lunging at Evelyn Just about to bite into her—

Suddenly Evelyn Launched awake again, Sweat rolling down her face. Another Nightmare, once that changed her happy Memories again; Evelyn looked up realizing it was Early in the morning, it was time for her to get to walking again; She didn’t know if the boys were Close to her yet.

Evelyn Gathered her things and kept on Marching Straight through the cold Ground, her boots Crunching as She did so, the smell of the old Hunting Grounds nearby always Brought back Simpler times back to her, when Chris was just her Friendly Mentor, before Everything went down.

And She didn’t just mean when the Demon Screwed with his head, she had always Sensed something a little off with Chris, Always being Close to her, having his wife teach Hailey Instead Of Teaching her Himself, Chris almost demanded to be close to Evelyn every second of Every Day; Had Evelyn Just Listened to Lucas’ Warnings she would of Realized that Chris had Been Grooming her the Entire time.

It made her sick to her stomach to remember that every sweet praise that left his lips was just to get her closer to him, he couldn’t go one day without being close to Evelyn, or Touching her.

Evelyn shook her head, Ridding herself of that Horrid Memory that was stuck in her brain; she Tried to focus on something else but Her brain Couldn’t help but go into another Flashback.

“You’re so Pretty Lyn, you know that?” Chris had said one day while coming into her Private room, while she was trying to sleep; Evelyn didn’t know what to think, she was still a Teenager who was Vulnerable at this moment. “So much prettier than my wife.” he added, Sitting on the edge of her bed.

Evelyn was Pulling the Covers closer to her chin, Chris was acting weird, he wasn’t usually like this. Chris Chuckled, Using his hands to Snatch the Blanket Right from her body Revealing her in a nightgown; Evelyn Swore she heard Chris Growl right then.

“Do you always have to be so Tempting, Darlin’?” What was he Talking about, when Had she ever Been Tempting anyone; how was a Teenager Tempting him with anything at all, Chris shouldn’t even be Tempted by this at all. “God, I bet you want it too, Don’t ya?” he asked, his Hand Reaching To Touch Evelyn’s Upper Thigh before Madi Busted through the Door.

“Chris, What the hell are you doing!” She screeched, Mortified at what she was seeing, Her Stomach Curling In disgust at the Sight, “Get your Disgusting hands off of that Girl!” she yelled, Dragging him off by his hair, roughly letting go causing Chris to Bash his head against the wall. Madi gave Evelyn a soft, caring look as she covered her back up.

The only Thing Evelyn saw through teary eyes was Madi Dragging her Husband by his hair.

Once again Evelyn Shook the memory again, She doubted Chris Ever Loved her like a Daughter; he only Felt Sexual Things for Her.

Evelyn’s Thoughts were Interrupted When She heard Two Pairs of Footsteps barreling Right towards her, before she could turn around someone Wrapped their arms around her and Tackled her to the Ground, she was Twisted around to See it was Dean Straddling her.

“Can’t Outrun us, Sweetheart.” Dean Said, with a Smirk Plastered on his Face, Meanwhile Sam was Rolling his eyes at Dean’s Obviously Childish behavior.

Evelyn Shoved Dean Off of her before Standing up, “You Guys Can’t be here, you’re gonna Put everyone in danger!” she hissed at them, Swatting Dean’s Hands away from her face.

Before Dean Or Sam Could ask her Who she was Talking about, a familiar female Voice was Heard a few feet in front of them.

“Lyn, are these those Winchester Boys you were talking about?” they all turned to see it was Madi Who was talking, Still alive and well.

Evelyn Glanced back to see Dean and Sam looking at her with Arched Eyebrows, as She Awkwardly chuckled.

She had a lot of Explaining to do.

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Madi Gratefully led them to the Safehouse, if the Winchester Brothers were Out here now in their Old Hunting Grounds, then it was safe to say Chris was going to make them a Target as well, Sam and Dean Didn’t argue with Madi seeing as it would be no use since Madi was a mother Hen.

Stepping into the Old Abandoned Cabin, Evelyn saw the rest of her old Hunting Team, Gathered together amongst a few Children as well, they were cuddled up to a Couple of the Adults who were keeping them cozy and warm.

The first one to remember Evelyn was a young Adult named Lana, Who immediately charged at Evelyn, Hugging her tight. “Lyn! You came back!” She Screeched With Happiness; Evelyn Returned the Hug, rubbing Lana’s back as she did.

“Yeah I did, I’m making sure You’re all safe.” She said, Lana was the Newest member of their old Hunting Group, after the incident Madi wanted to keep the team going, possibly train younger members who wanted to be Hunters without the Trauma that Chris would always Project onto his ‘Students.’ Madi would Always send letters from Lana.

“Who are they?” Lana asked, motioning towards Dean and Sam who were just standing Awkwardly at the Cabin Door, Dean had a Look of Slight Betrayal on his face while Sam had that Same Puppy Dog look in his eyes staring at the young Hunters and Children all gathered around the fire. Evelyn gave Lana a smile, Perhaps it was time for her family to meet the two most Important Guys in her life.

“Well the Big tall Guy is Sam Winchester, He’s My best friend; I would Trust him with my life if I had to.” She Responded, Smiling back at Sam before moving on to Introduce Dean. “And this is Dean, my best friend and my Absolutely lovable Boyfriend; I would also Trust him with my life.”

“Wow, you have a boyfriend now? Shocker.” Someone else, with a Cold Mannered Voice said from the corner of the room in the Darkness; a Woman with Straight black hair tied up in a Ponytail and Snake Green eyes.

Evelyn Immediately Recognized her, one of her Rivals; and She Recognized her on a Personal level. The woman’s name was Blaire Thompson, same Age as Evelyn.

Chris’ Niece.

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🌟 Picrew Neka Time 🌟

Ok so, a couple years back, I started an archive to hold onto character creators for me and my friends. But after a certain point I just kinda forgot about it, until now! I wanna dip back into updating it (when I can) and help others find weirdly specific picrews/nekas.

My list is sorted into 5 sections (technically 6 if you count the banned section):

Feminine/Fem-focused - They can be categorized as picrews or nekas that are mainly for making girls or otherwise feminine characters. Though there are some "exceptions" to the rule, such as ladies with muscles.

Non-specific gender/NB - They have options available that wouldn't be targeted to a specific gender. Having things like unisex clothes, flat chests, and/or no muscle definition.

Masculine/Dudes - Basically the reverse of FFF, muscle/masc dudes (even to the point of bara) but you can make a twink in some.

Ones with two or more characters - I think this is self-explanatory. This section and the ones above aren't restricted by apparent age or the likes.

Fandom-based - Basically picrews for a specific piece of media, such as games or shows. As of now I only really have Lobotomy Corp creators and one for Genshin Impact. Under no circumstances will I accept Harry Potter ones or any with elements of that.

Well Bee, how the fuck am I suppose to know which picrew/neka is which? I'm not gonna just go off of a description, what if I do that and don't like the art style? WELL I THOUGHT THE SAME THING, CAUSE BAM, LOOK AT THE GIF!!

Because I add an example image for all of them!

Hopefully I can keep up with it, especially if people are interested in using it and helping out. As I will be accepting submissions too. You can either link it in the replies or my asks. If you wanna go above and beyond, you can link it AND give an example image like the ones in the doc. Please make sure you Ctrl + F and search for the link just in case it's already there.

Here's a link to the doc!

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

Hello and welcome to Day 4 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Since yesterday's post was Long���️ I decided that the fic idea I wanna put forward today should be more on the short side (like a one-shot or less than 10 chapters short fic) just so I can claim that my brain isn't torturing me with fics ideas of the length and detail like yesterday's (which is a total lie on my part but claiming otherwise makes me feel better)

So, I present to you:

Unwilling cat!Shen Qingqiu and Very exited owner!Shen Yuan (feat. Panicking! Shang Qinghua because the Plot has gone off the rails and the System is having an... aneurysm?)

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title:

"Dogs are dogs, but cats are people"

When Shen Yuan woke up (after he died) he did not expect to see himself in the body of a 12 years old child, all alone in the middle of nowhere. After a very much needed freak out given his circumstances, Shen Yuan did what he always did best: chose one direction and started walking in that direction in search of civilization. When he came across a village, it was not the way the people were dressed nor the way they spoke that surprised him; instead it was the name of the village. A name that he had only read once, in a specific stallion novel that he hated with a passion.

"Well," Shen Yuan thinks sarcastically, "this is fantastic, isn't it?" (At least he can be happy he was reborn as a non-essential character and not someone like the Scum Villain, right?)

With the amount of knowledge accumulated from the stallion novel, Shen Yuan managed to form a golden core in a couple of years and currently roams the lands as a rogue cultivator. He feels way healthier than in his previous life and prefers to stay out of the drama that is the main story line of "Proud Immortal Demon Way."" Why, you ask? Because he already died because he choked. All the deaths in PIDW are 100% worse and more painful. So, no, thank you. He is gonna avoid the Cang Qiong Sect (and all other sects) like the plague.

Two years after he transmigrated in this world, Shen Yuan finds a little white kitty with green eyes that hisses at him like the small little thing is ready to spew poison.

Shen Yuan thinks the little thing - it's a boy - is very much adorable.

Taking the little kitty in his hands, not minding how his claws are piercing through the skin of his palms, Shen Yuan looks at him with a big grin on his face. "Spicy little thing, aren't you?"

The kitten looks at him and lets out a very grumpy "Mrow" before bitting the finger that was massaging under the kitten's chin.

Seems Shen Yuan found himself a new travel companion.

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Shen Qingqiu is having a bad day. Scratch that - his day is so awful, it is worthy of being put in his "Top Five Most Awful Days".

It started with that idiot Yue Qingyuan calling him "Xiao Jiu" - a name which he hates with his entire being - and telling him he is needed for a mission. Which, fine. It's not that bad.

But then the partner for this mission turned out to be none other than that Bai Zhan Brute of a Man, Liu Qingge. A man with whom he can never get along. But they have been through other missions together even if they have butted heads mid-way through the mission. So, again, nothing really new here.

What was new about his situation is that he is currently stuck as a four legged small animal. Like actually a small animal. And he has no sword anymore... or clothes. And he can't even feel his cultivation.

"Fantastic" he thinks sarcastically as he moves slowly through the crowd of people in search for that Bai Zhan Brute. (Liu Qingge has to be able to recognize him, right? Right?)

He never expected to be picked up by a child no older than that little beast of a desciple he has. He also never expected that, despite all the hissing, bitting, clawing and wiggling he used in order to escape from the kid's hold, the idiotic child (cause there is no way this kid has all mental faculties intact) would just laugh and seem... pleased?.

"This child, Shen Yuan, is weird." Shen Qingqiu concludes in his mind as he looks at the little idiot grinning despite Shen Qingqiu's fangs holding his finger hostage. "And this day is still awful."

(At least he won't starve tonight.)

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Liu Qingge is not panicking. He really is not.

If that little spoiled young master of a scolar decided to up and leave mid-way through their mission, it's not his problem.

(Shen Qingqiu wouldn't leave during a mission however. That man is way too prideful for that. And he wouldn't leave his sword and clothes behind in the forest either.)

Liu Qingge checks the Warm Red Pavillion anyway; just to be sure that Shen Qingqiu isn't up to his nefarious deeds like before when he caught him sneaking out to drown himself in carnal pleasures.

(Shen Qingqiu is not there. Liu Qingge check the perimeter three times. Still no sign of that spoiled young master. He is getting worried.)

When Liu Qingge comes back to the inn they are staying at, Shen Qingqiu isn't there either. Nor is he there the next day or the day after that.

Liu Qingge is not panicking. (He is panicking)

He is not going to keep looking for that asshole. (He still checks the entire village for his fellow Peak Lord. There is no trace of him anywhere.)

A heavy sigh escapes from him as the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, the so called God of War, hides his face with the palms of his hands.

"Yue-zhangmen is going to kill me."

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In the An Ding Peak Lord office, the current Peak Lord Shang Qinghua looks at the scattered papers on his desk with growing horror.

Not because there are a lot of papers for him to write or check.

Nor is it because some of them have splashes of ink on them which means he has to re-write them from scratch again.

The reason behind the horror in his eyes lies in the floating screen that glows red intermittently, as if it is a piece of wood in a see of fire. The words on the floating screen read as follows:

"SYSTEM ERROR! SYSTEM ERROR!

THE PLOT OF THE NOVEL "PROUD IMMORTAL DEMON WAY" HAS DIVERTED FROM ITS INTENTED COURSE.

OOC BEHAVIOUR DETECTED FROM SEVERAL CHARACTERS!"

Shang Qinghua's eyes are still wide with horror as he faintly wispers, more to himself than the System.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

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Luo Binghe doesn't know what to do. Liu-Shifu returned a month ago from a mission with his Shizun (his very mean Shizun; the Shizun that he still wants to be acknowledged by, be praised by) without well,... his Shizun.

Everything went downhill from there.

He, together with Ming Fan and Ning Yingying, are still taking part in the search parties for his Shizun. But the search still yields no result.

No one seems to have seen his Shizun at all. It's like the man was swallowed by the earth itself.

While searching around, Luo Binghe comes across a rogue cultivator by the name of Shen Yuan. He seems to be his age and is a very nice person. (Luo Binghe really likes this rogue cultivator. He is very kind to him and Luo Binghe can count the people that were nice to him in his life on one hand)

The only problem is that Shen Yuan's little white cat doesn't seem to like him - or anyone, besides maybe Shen Yuan - all that much.

Still maybe asking Shen Yuan to help them find Shizun is a good idea. (Plus he gets to spend more time with Shen Yuan too. That's a bonus.)

So what do you guys think?

Also here:

Cat!Shen Jiu towards everybody:

Cat!Shen Jiu waiting for his supposed fellow "Peak Lords" and "desciples" to realize that he is the cat (and they still don't):

Shen Jiu, throughout this whole fic: I am surrounded by idiots....

This idea was both fun to come up with and hilarious to boot too. I might actually take a shot at writing this, given that my brain doesn't make it an over 10 chapter long fic. I do have a question though: if you were to give this fic a title, what title it would be? (I need all the help to chose titles cause I am BAD at them)

Regardless, I hope you had fun reading this and that the rest of your day will nice as well (and good night to those that read this post just before bed).

I will see you guys tomorrow,

- TooManyPlotBunnies-Send Help

P.S.: This was low-key, the inspiration behind the idea of this fic

[lalalian]

drself builder - invention for wr

date: march 17, 2024

*also can be called a lifa mirror*

Ever felt as if you couldn't find the right face claim for your DR?

Do you not want to use a face claim, but still wanna tweak some of your features?

Well, look no further, cuz I've come up with the dr-self builder ᵗᵃ ᵈᵃᵃᵃᵃ!

it's essentially the same as how you'd edit your sim... or if you play Love and Deepspace, it's similar to the character customization screen. You'll be using a touchscreen mirror to do this. Instead of smearing your finger over your reflection, you'd use the slider controls on the screen for each region of your features.

like this \/\/\/\/\/

You can also try on different outfits, makeup styles, hairstyles, and nail designs using this mirror. All features will have presets you can choose from, but again you can always use the slider controls to have more control over your appearance.

Here's an example of presets, this one is for eye colors:

Each feature has a star and heart. The star sets the feature as your 'original' state and the heart allows you to save the feature and add it to a collection (like Pinterest). Your 'original state' is the appearance you will revert back to when hitting the 'reset' button. I just added this function because I'm the kind of person that likes clicking through everything, but I don't want to scroll all the way back to the feature I'm happy with after testing things out. You can also manually apply makeup yourself and then save it as a preset.

makeup presets look similar to this (reminder, I'm half asian so all of the makeup styles in this example are yes... asian styles. I'm pale enough to use Korean foundation cushions (shade 23); American styles look far too heavy for my facial features. I'm just ur local asian. Ty.)

Each look has a short description, so you can search for makeup styles if you're wanting a specific style.

You can load in your drself from the mirror as well, and if you forget how to use the mirror, there's an instruction manual you can use near the mirror. There are other features and layouts I haven't talked about here; you can look at the full explanation in the link below.

An extremely detailed explanation of this is available riiggggght

╰┈➤here!

[nerdlifecentralsblog]

Unknown Secrets [1] - repost

Summary: When the Winchesters try a special tracking spell that Rowena states will find where Asmodeus has been hiding.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Gabriel, Asmodeus, Ketch, Mick, reader, supernatural creatures.

Pairing: N/A, everyone is platonic

Genre: angst, little fluff

Word Count: 1,304

Warnings (whole series): language, show-level violence, show-level gore, death, kidnapping, panic attack description.

A/N: Hey y’all, this is my first ever fanfiction so I really hope you enjoy it! I would love any feedback you guys can give me and I am planning on this being a medium sized series so DM me if you wanna be in the taglist! Love always.

“You’re sure this will work Rowena? I mean, no one has ever even tested this before.” Sam asked as he places various ingredients on the top of a map in the war room.

“Are you really questioning me after all this time, Samuel?” Rowena scoffs and starts to grind up something that appears to be a small rodents skull and some other bones.

“Not like you’re really giving us much confidence,” Dean explains, “Rowena, this is the fourth spell you’ve made that ‘will definitely work’ and it has cost a lot of weird and rare items this time.” Rowena rolls her eyes as she continues to prepare the spell and make sure everything is in order.

“Do tell me if you happen to have the perfect spell laying around in this bunker of yours that will work on Asmodeus and doesn’t require an all powerful witch or many specific ingredients, Winchester,” she glares at Dean as he folds his arms and stares back at her. “And until that time comes to pass where you two don’t come crawling to me, begging for my lovely help I would advise you to quit your childish whining! I would have thought that the great Dean Winchester wouldn’t complain nearly as much as Fergus when he was just a wee boy. Then again you Winchesters do love to surprise me.” Sam quietly chuckles while Dean rolls his eyes at Rowena’s dramatics and takes a drink beer to distract from his embarrassment. “Alright Bullwinkle and Rocky, I do believe the spell is ready and we can begin.” Rowena starts to recite her spell in latin as Sam and Dean move to huddle around the map to look for signs of the spell working. Just as she finishes the recitation, the edges of the map curls as it slowly burns away leaving only the cities of Dubuque, Iowa and Las Vegas, New Mexico.

“Why the hell are there two cities, Rowena? He can’t be in two places at once!” Dean slams his hands on the table and consequently spills the contents of the tracking spell on the table and onto the floor.

Rowena looks up at Dean in anger and states “Do not shout and destroy my hard work when the spell worked just as planned.” she tries to clean up the mess Dean caused and Sam begins to help her and tries to clarify what Dean meant.

“Rowena, I’m pretty sure we were looking for one city and not two; I mean, every single other tracking spell we’ve ever done has always led to one place. And like Dean said, it’s impossible for Asmodeus to be in more than one place at any given time; or anyone for that matter.”

Rowena stands from the ground and throws what she managed to pick up back into the bowl making it clatter and exclaims, “It is very much possible! If his soul, or energy, or essence is fractured or broken in some way or is occupying two different beings, then he could technically be in any number of cities in any country!” She looks between both brothers searching for any sign they understood her as she takes a moment to compose herself.

“So, what you’re saying is his energy or whatever is broken into two pieces?” Rowena nods and thanks Sam as he places what used to be her spell back into the bowl as Sam continues, “how is that even possible? Can Princes of Hell possess multiple people at once or somehow split their soul into different parts?” Sam and Dean look towards Rowena.

“Don’t look to me, I am certainly no expert on demons; let alone the specifics that surely come with one of the powerful Princes of Hell. Maybe you should call up your sweet angel Castiel, hmm?” Before either brother could pull out their phone, there was flapping of wings followed by Cas behind Dean.

Dean sighs, used to the sudden appearances.

“Hello Dean, Sam, Rowena. I heard you needed my assistance.”

“Oh you’re such a sweetheart, angel; showing up as soon as I uttered your name. You really do know how to make a lady feel special, Castiel.” Cas squints at Rowena’s comment and eventually mutters a confused you’re welcome as he turns to the Winchesters awaiting an explanation.

“Hey Cas, thanks for coming,” Sam begins, “so, what do you know about Princes of Hell?”

“Mainly the douchebag Asmodeus.” Dean adds as Cas creases his eyebrows, thinking as he responds.

“Well, not very much. I’ve already told you what I know and there are no books that I’ve found with any additional information.” The group sighs, shrinking in disappointment, dejected as they try to think of an answer that could explain why the spell is pointing to Asmodeus being in two different cities on opposite sides of the US. Sam begins looking through a few of the books that were left on the other end of the table, and brings a book back over to the group. He sits down and opens the volume that appears to be on angel relations.

“What is it, Samuel?” Rowena asks as she moves to stand beside Sam and attempts to read over his broad shoulder.

Sam flips through most of the book until he finds what he was searching for, he looks up and begins to read: “When a nephilim comes into being, it holds a similar aura to that of their lineage. Similarly, their power stems from the angelic grace that is apart of them, and the human aspect of their soul only makes a nephilim even more powerful and consequently, more dangerous.”

Everyone takes a moment to think over what Sam had read when Dean breaks the silence “Yeah Sammy, but we already knew about all that with Jack. Plus Asmodeus isn’t anywhere near angel status, he’s a demon. A very power-hungry demon but still no angel.” Sam clenches his jaw in frustration and hangs his head.

“Yeah Dean. But, hear me out, okay? What if Asmodeus has a demon version of a nephilim that never crossed our radar? And that’s why his essence - his power - is in two cities right now?” Sam looks at everyone, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, that it makes sense and they have a working theory, and hopefully soon a plan on finding and killing them both.

“I suppose it is slightly possible,” Rowena offered while placing a comforting hand on Sam’s sturdy shoulder.

“So let me get this straight” Dean butted in, “if this nephidemon," a questioning smirk spreading across his face, delighted at the nickname, "thing is real and alive, then Asmodeus has a kid and has had one for who knows how long, it’s gone undetected by angels, hunters, witches, and whoever gives a crap about the supernatural, and as the cherry on top there is no lore anywhere on it. Don’t you think that this is a massive long shot?”

“Really Dean, nephidemon?" Sam asks annoyed.

Dean, taking a swig of beer, rolled his eyes and huffed. The smirk leaving his face.

"Long shots are kind of our thing Dean.” Sam said pointedly at Dean.

“Well I do hope you boys figure this mess out but I simply must get going,” Rowena gathers her things placing them in her purse and bids everyone goodbye as she hugs Sam, Dean, and Cas. Pivoting on her heels towards the door.

“Hey Rowena?” Sam asked as she climbs the stairs up to the balcony, the clicking of her heels echoing through the bunker, stopping at the landing by the front door.

“Yes, Samuel?” she said with a soft expression on her face.

“Thanks for coming. And for all the spells you’ve tried for us.” Rowena smiles and leaves with a simple wink and the shut of the bunker’s door.

[thespackster]

I posted 9,562 times in 2022

That's 4,744 more posts than 2021!

120 posts created (1%)

9,442 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@midbyte

@fuu-dog-treats

@neosnivy

@waflfurs

@bitingyougently

I tagged 9,427 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#fur - 8,988 posts

#.gif - 302 posts

#fav - 150 posts

#pokemon - 129 posts

#.txt - 77 posts

#smoking - 67 posts

#ask - 41 posts

#.mp4 - 35 posts

#among us - 30 posts

#anon - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#the closest thing to hate mail is someone personally dming me that they blocked me for following and reblogging from another tumblr user

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

banana

what did you just call me

suit by aeluromancy!

52 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#4

For my artists who are new to tumblr!

i wanna help you by giving you the basics for posting your art!

TAGGING

tag your art posts!! I mean it! If you want visibility on your art! TAG IT. Some tags hold more weight than others in the fact that people search specific tags for the same thing! Example: a furry tag I feel have worked best for me is sfw furry, but I also tag other ones like furry art, clean furry, anthro, anthro art, furry, etc! sfw furry is one of the first five tags usually on my art post! experimentation with tags will help you figure out which ones work best for you! I know I have my own set of tags I like to look through!

Queuing / Art Dump / Formatting

So some of you will have ALOT of art to post! you CAN choose to dump it all at once, but what I may recommend is to queue it up! It avoids spamming and makes your more visible in the tags! you'll keep popping up at the top of the recently posted in tags so folks who just start browsing dont have to scroll as far down! As for your followers, it seems like you more active! posting everything at once and disappearing will look like you abandon the site every so often. queuing it up or doing little burst rounds every once in awhile makes you look more active on the site! Also if you have a bunch of the same kind of art, say YCH or Icons! Format them nicely! I'm talking about have four of the pieces in one post and queue that up as a post! even if it's similar pieces this can work really well! folks here on tumblr LOVE it when you format thoughtfully! you can make it look very nice or you can make it comically atrocious! making it look nice is the SAFER bet!

Engagement

tumblr has very few algorithms, this ones important bc it's what skyrocketed my own blog: engage. with. other. folks. SERIOUSLY. reblog other's art, leave replies, browse tags, like posts. While tumblr's algorithm is nonexistant on the feed. it does track who you engage with. doing stuff like this will have tumblr recognize your blog and recommend your blog on other blogs it finds similiar. even on tags. ik if you browse the sfw furry tag, mine does show up! and by going to friend's blogs, ill occasionally pop up as on of the "blogs like this one". you dont need to be specific on how you do this other than stay within your interests. actually using the website helps you get off the ground, its algorithms are not fighting against you here.

tumblr is a very different beast from twitter, but fairly straight forward and much friendlier to artists. this is what's worked for me personally. TLDR: To find success in tumblr: tag your posts, spread out your posts, make your posts look nice, and actually engage with other folks here.

57 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

i painted my own skate deck and promptly got called a gay furry at my local skate park ❤

760 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

#2

*comes up to you*

*ˢ ⁿ ᶦ ᶠ ᶠ ˢ ⁿ ᶦ ᶠ ᶠ ˢ ⁿ ᶦ ᶠ ᶠ ˢ ⁿ ᶦ ᶠ ᶠ ˢ ⁿ ᶦ ᶠ ᶠ *

*CHOMP*

935 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

sometimes all you need is the least amount of weasel

2,250 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

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[thenanamisimp]

Mo Dao Zu Shi (The founder of diabolism)

Genre: Action/ Adventure/ Fantasy/ Drama/ Mystery

Warnings: Gore/ Violence

STRAP IN KIDS. WE'RE GOIN ON A RIDEEEEEEEEEEE

So... If you follow my other blog (or even this blog), you'll know how much I love MXTX's TGCF and MDZS novels. And I have been patiently waiting for the letter M so I can finally force myself to watch the MDZS donghua and it was WELL WORTH IT.

Mo Dao Zu Shi (English donghua title: The founder of diabolism) is based on Mo Xiang Tong Xiu's hit novel series of the same Chinese name (English novel name: The grandmaster of demonic cultivation) and it is one of my favourite pieces of fiction of all time. I will attempt to not infodump about the novel in this post other than a section about the adaptation but no promises!

The story starts when Wei Wuxian, a well hated demonic cultivator who died 13 years ago, gets reincarnated and gifted a new body through a demonic ritual. We learn about his early life as a teenager and later as a demonic cultivator (before he died) as well as follow the events of the current timeline where a dismembered body is causing all kinds of chaos.

I went into the donghua knowing what was about to happen.... And it still got me bad cause it made me cry. The story of Wei Wuxian as well as the stories of the side characters are genuinely very sad (tho nothing can compare to the soul crushing sadness of banana fish - but MDZS still made me cry a significant bit).

The art itself is beautiful and even tho I felt like the animation could have been just a tinyyy bit better at times, I think I just have high standards and it's still pretty well animated. I actually really liked the use of CGI because it wasn't used for people (other than for crowds a couple times) but mostly for other things like flags, water and background stuff that actually just made the animation simply smoother.

Don't even get me STARTED on the music because I love instruments and music that are more traditional, from any culture that is. Please excuse my ignorance but as far as I know, the guqin is a traditional Chinese instrument and I'm pretty sure there's a traditional version of a flute in most cultures. I've not really done my research on traditional Chinese music so I will refrain from calling the MDZS music that or even inspired by it but no matter the case, I fucking loved it.

I will give a spoiler warning here because, I wanna talk about the adaptation of the novel as well as compare some scenes and the plot points that were changed in the adaptation. Mostly, I wanna talk about 2 things: the whole process of finding the pieces of the dismembered body as well as the change in the storytelling timeline.

When it came to searching for the pieces of the dismembered body, I got really confused by the addition of the whole watch towers thing? With triggering resentful energy at specific locations after they first subdued the arm? I was so confused. But I think for someone who hasn't read the book, watching the donghua this is probably a little easier to digest than the book and probably helped the production team to keep the donghua on the shorter side (all 5 of the books where adapted into 35 episodes).

But I did like how they kept the timeline a little straighter and actually showing things in (mostly) the order that happened other than a few flashbacks - we got Wei Wuxian's study years at the cloud recess first, then lotus pier being destroyed, him disappearing and coming back as the Yiling patriarch and then we got a lil more of the current timeline when they started looking for the rest of the body etc etc if you've read the novels, you should know where I'm going with this.

Anyway my BIGGEST thing about the donghua is that I was expecting to not see much of Wangxian's relationship, or I was expecting it to be a little more ambiguous considering the censorship but really man... They didn't say it but was it OBVIOUS. We got a (slightly different version) of the three bows in the Jiang ancestral hall as well as them leaving together to go on a journey at the end. They even kept the name of their song (which I was really expecting that they would cut out). Not only that but they MADE THEIR ROBES TURN RED WHEN THEY WHERE FIGHTING THE CORPSES ON THE BURIAL MOUNTS AT THE END?? I died. Had to pause, take a breath, scream a bit and then resume because what censorship? The animators heard that Wangxian is married and they gave us a WEDDING.

Spoiler warning over

Regardless, I think the fantasy elements and the action in the donghua are really well done and I think anyone could enjoy it. I would seriously encourage any fantasy fans to watch this - and if you're into a good tragic, queer story, do pick up the books (be warned - they include sexually explicit content).

Thank you for reading another rant! Enjoy watching :)

theNanamiSimp

[away-ward]

I would love to read KO’s post about Will but I can’t seem to find it 😭

I don’t understand why we gotta read dark romance, expect only the MMC to ruck up, and suddenly had to paint em as this innocent girl or woman or something, as if she did not had a fair share to will's ruin?

I’m not saying that Em didn’t hurt Will because she did I think that has been very obvious. But how he chose to cope with losing her is not on Em. Also Em can do no wrong in my eyes 🤷🏻‍♀️ yes she was bitchy but I support women’s rights AND wrongs! And I happened to love her bitchy attitude.

But finally when we meet emory and we saw her hurting will, we wanna change up her characterisation now?

I never said she didn’t hurt Will? What I meant was even after everything Will went through he was still close minded in viewing Em’s trauma and still refused to see that some people are forced to make tough choices. Idk maybe it’s because he has never been in a situation where he was forced to make a hard decision but for him to say

“I didn’t give a fuck about the why anymore.” — the why in question being about her abuse … is just a very weird thing to say. or for him to say “I know you know how to take a beating,” —ABSOLUTELY insane. Which is why in my eyes why should Em (which she does care bc she has held tremendous guilt for it but I feel like she shouldn’t) care about what he went through when he clearly doesn’t care about her trauma.

Em is a better person than me thats for sure. How she can easily forgive people is beyond me.

I also live in willemmy delulu land but I can do that and still hate Will 🤷🏻‍♀️

hey there again, Anon.

I also live in willemmy delulu land

At least this is something we all have in common.

I would love to read KO’s post about Will but I can’t seem to find it

The best way to read anything I posted about a specific character is to go to the character’s tag. I’ll tag this for will, so all you’ll have to do is click/tap his name and scroll to the bottom to get to the first posts. Start there and read what interests you. Tumblr’s search function is pretty horrendous, so it's understandable that you wouldn’t find anything if you just type 'will' into the search bar.

Or you could use the asked and answered. But I really like my will grayson tag.

Too bad there isn't a ways to filter tags, so you could look up asked and answered plus the will grayson tag.

The tag is #will grayson iii, by the way.

You didn’t really respond to anything I said, so I guess I’ll leave those alone. But I do think it’s interesting that the two quotes you pulled from were when Will was in the depths of his anger, not at all thinking about things rationally, and fighting his love for Emory with everything he had. Of course he’s going to say some of the worst things at that time. People say the most awful, hurtful things when they’re angry.

Not that it makes it right.

In reply, I’d offer:

“I dreaded dealing with her because even still – after the betrayal – I hadn’t wanted to lose her.

‘I should have come to you,’ she finally said. ‘I wish I had come to you and explained and faced you then.’

I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing it wasn’t her fault. I wasn’t a passenger in all of this.”

And

“I should have stayed. She hadn’t needed a boyfriend. She needed a friend, and I’d been selfish and arrogant and spoiled. I should have been whatever she needed, whenever she needed me. She didn’t owe me her heart just because I wanted it. If I’d cared, I would’ve been more patient.”

And

“I love you,” he said again, “But I’ll let you go.”

And

“I’m sorry for everything,” I said.

“Me too, baby.” He kissed me. “I should’ve stayed. I’m sorry I walked away. I’m sorry I left you that day in the hallway at school.”

(had to include this one because I previously posted that he never said this directly to her. I usually skim over this scene, so I forgot it was there. I’m sorry, Will.)

My point is, Will very much did recognize that he was wrong, he recognized her trauma and that she didn’t owe him anything. He just didn’t do it right away, and let anger and resentment cloud his view of her.

You can hate Will. You may not think his words after the fact carry any weight at all, and that’s fair. I’m not demanding people love him. To me, his growth as a person is the most believable out of all the guys, and his love and devotion for Emory is the most obvious when taking the entire story into account. Which I really enjoyed (after several rounds of reading because he can be just the most insufferable person sometimes).

But that’s just me. Thanks for listening.

-KO

[manjiroscum]

COTTONTAIL

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, hybrid au, established relationship, reader is a bunny hybrid, mentions of past kidnapping, reader is an airhead, tiny angst, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, heat cycles, unprotected sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @meganemoon 💖🥺 thank you so much and hope u like it luv!

Synopsis: Mikey would do anything for his wife—even hightail out of an important meeting.

WC: 2.7k

Ginza Six, everyone's favorite mall—or so your old friends used to say for the heck of it whenever you guys passed the area after class just to seem relevant. Their snobbishness always irked you, but in a place where friendships were hard to come by, especially for hybrids, you never complained. Pretty little head too wrapped up in the thought that despite how mean they can be, they were still your friends. The building’s postmodern architecture gave off an aura of exclusivity that people will never miss, especially during the sunniest of days when the light hits the glass windows. The difference back then was you didn’t like how it was too lavish and expensive to shop there, the design reminding you of a sleek rubix cube. Finding the prices of the shops’ items to be ridiculous and quite hilarious at that time as a student. A bit envious of those who can afford it. You had no money to buy beautiful dresses that cost more than a month’s worth of groceries. Now? All you had to do was swipe on the trusty old credit card your beloved husband gifted you the first three months into the relationship two years ago. No more snobbish friends or bills to worry about. Time certainly flies fast, especially with Sano Manjiro as your lover.

To spoil his pretty baby was almost second to breathing for him. There’s nothing he can’t do.

Seemed like it was only yesterday when he freed you from a mountain of debts, whisking you away from those icky men who were illegally selling bunny hybrids in the underground city of Tokyo. It was a pity on their part when they decided to mess with the leader of Bonten in the matters of trade and scamming them, but certainly a win for you. Yet, marrying Sano Manjiro wasn’t part of your plans after being set free that involved a quiet life in the countryside after escaping such a stressful situation. Nor did you ever stop and think that maybe this was indeed fate working to reward you for going through tough times.

At the end of it all, you’re more than content with your husband and how he takes care of you.

Other than just a place to spend your free time whenever Manjiro was busy with Bonten, Ginza was the perfect place to just hang out. But unlike any other day, the number of people has significantly increased due to the new shop that opened days ago. Making a mental note not to go through the crowded areas, you almost skipped your way to the first store you wanted to check out. Perked up bunny ears slightly swaying as you went with the shopping bags on your arms that you’ve accumulated from thirty minutes spent going around. Sashaying your way into the Dior store, you politely smiled at the woman. Instantly recognizing you from the countless times you’ve visited, she was quick to assist you with a warm smile.

“Good day. What would it be today, Mrs. Sano?”

“I’ve seen pictures of a new set of leather collars that came in just this week.” Fishing out your phone from your purse, you then started to search for the screenshot you took before holding it up to the woman to see. Specifically pointing at the pink one that had a golden heart as a centerpiece. “Wanna surprise my husband since he likes these. I think it suits me, too. Don’tcha think so? Do you have it in stock?”

“Alright. Let me go and check, okay? In the meantime, feel free to sit down or have a look around.”

Left all by yourself again, you exhaled lightly and began to walk around the shop after setting down your shopping bags on one of the black cushioned seats. Eyes searching for something that might catch your attention as you waited for the sales associate to return. Eyeing a clutch, your gaze traveled from it to the streets outside where a mother and child were passing by. Huge cotton candy in the shape of a familiar cartoon character in the child’s hand, a smile on his face brighter than any of the ladies inside the same establishment as you. Contagious it was, as a smile of your own graced your features at them having a good time. Line of sight falling to the golden band on your ring finger, it slightly faltered then morphed into a pout.

Oh, Manjiro…

Quite dangerous it was for your husband to walk around in broad daylight and accompany you out. Not only were the police after his head, but numerous rivaling gangs wanted to jump on the leader of the most notorious criminal organization in Japan to make a name for themselves. Plus, he strongly implements that you and he should never be seen together in the public eye. And while there were times he brought you to restaurants, it was usually those who had connections with Bonten or you both went so close to midnight where regular citizens have gone home. Manjiro was always careful, calculating in every move in order to keep you safe. Trips to Ginza or other places wouldn’t be possible at all if he wasn’t. But as much as you were thankful, the forlorn feeling never stops seeping into your heart whenever you see couples out doing romantic stuff without care.

Would it be so selfish if you wished for the same thing even after being handed almost everything?

Whether it was the AC blowing directly on you or how the store was cold, you shivered and hugged yourself. Why the fuck is it so cold all of a sudden? You cursed at yourself for forgetting to bring one of your coats in case these things happen. Nevertheless, you quickly beamed at the sales associate now walking up to you with a grin on her face. Finally, once this is over, you could go out and seek the warmth of the sun.

“Mrs. Sano, the collar you wanted is available. Would you like to try it on first?”

Before you could even respond, another chill ran down your spine, prompting you to rub your hands together. What was even more frustrating was how your body temperature was slowly rising, a thick warm sensation blooming from your abdomen. This didn’t go unnoticed by the woman, who quickly tried to reach out and ask about your well-being. Your reaction was instant, stepping back to evade her touch in fear of aggravating the condition that has dawned upon you. Warm flesh, the pounding beat of your heart that is bound to get worse, and the slick dampening your aching pussy folds that would soon be embarrassingly obvious to anyone every time your thighs rubbed against each other. Not to mention, your ears flopping down at the realization, the skin gradually heating up.

Fuck! How could you forget about your heat?! How could you let such an important thing slip past your mind?

“M-Mrs. Sano? Are you okay?”

“Huh? U-uh, yeah!” A weak smile on your face, you then gestured at her to wrap the item. “I’ll take it, d-dear. That and another—what other color do you have? Red? Black? Well, w-whatever, just give me that and another one—doesn’t matter what, just please hurry up?” Seeing her nod and rush away after handing your credit card to her, you sighed. This wasn’t how you pictured your little shopping spree to go… How could you even forget about your upcoming heat?

Well, the telltale signs were already there… From the mood swings and the cravings.

A men’s cologne being tested was happening nearby, notes of what seemed to be spicy bergamot wafting towards you. Your hand shot up to cover your nose immediately at the enticing scent. Averting your gaze from where the sales associate disappeared, you weakly turned to the other way only to catch a familiar shade of hair paired with a different face. Heart banging on your ribcage at the images of your husband sprouting like daisies through concrete, you wished the traitorous mind filling your sight of him would halt in its silliness and leave you be. Wishful thinking never does anything and everywhere you turn, all you see are mimicking faces of Sano Manjiro that merely fueled your desire to have his cock inside your aching heat—now.

“Here you go, Mrs. S—”

“Thank you, bye!” Snatching the paper bag and the card, you mentally took note to apologize to her next time before taking off. Every step you took was like stepping in shards of glass. You did your best to avoid bumping into people as you left looking like you stole something from the looks you are receiving. Eyes darting to the cars parked, you squinted while trying to calm your hammering heart and the heat that gradually enveloped your body to a point everything was a big blur. Colors swirling into a heap almost diluted. To kiss the pavement would have been possible until your chauffeur took a hold of you, scanning your sweaty face and dazed expression. It’s even a miracle you managed to reach the car without passing out or jumping someone. Although the latter would’ve been far-fetched. Clinging to the man, you groaned.

“M-Mikey, c-call him please!”

“Mikey?”

Bored. Tired. His feet screamed to go down the path headed straight to his motorcycle to take him home and see you. Mikey hated leaving the penthouse early, knowing you tend to be needy in the morning while he kisses you goodbye. But matters in the organization wouldn’t disappear overnight, especially when he’s needed. And today was no different, sitting at the head of the table, listening to Takeomi present the sales of the latest drug Bonten was selling. At the man’s call for his attention, the platinum-haired man was about to move his slightly chapped lips from staying utterly silent the whole time found his onyx irises falling to his vibrating cellphone on top of his desk. Brows furrowed as to why your chauffeur could be calling, he quickly picked it up and stood from his seat. The rest of Bonten instantly went quiet, prompting Takeomi to stand still and be ready to resume once Mikey was finished with his call.

Except he didn’t know it was connected to you.

“Speak.”

“It’s your wife, Sir. She needs to speak to you—”

“G-give me that,” your shaky voice cut through the chauffeur’s voice, worry spiking up Manjiro’s spine at how disgruntled you sounded. Keeping his wits together, he waited for you to voice out your thoughts when you practically moaned into the receiver, causing your husband’s eyes to widen a fracture. What were you up to now? “Manjiro…” You drawling his name so seductively had his pants tightening. Manjiro could only mentally curse at the effect you have on him. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you, baby—know how much you hate me callin’ if you’re busy but, fuck…”

“What’s wrong?”

“‘Jiro, my heat… it’s here. Please come home to me.”

Thirty to twenty minutes. That is the usual traveling time Mikey had gotten used to from the penthouse to Bonten’s headquarters every time his presence was needed. Yet, it merely took him five to reach the towering building and ride up the elevator to your shared home. Seconds to discard his shoes and pad to the master bedroom, trailing the clothes you wore now serving like breadcrumbs on the floor. And even before he could swing the door open to ask where you are, you flung it back and jumped him. Hot kisses stamped all over his face, lowering down to his sensitive neck where goosebumps littered while he held you in his arms to steady you. The tight squeeze of your legs around his waist almost bruising, the aching damp cunt of yours rubbing against his clothed bulge. In all his years of living a dangerous life, Mikey would’ve normally prevented anyone from surprising him after being numerously betrayed by those who seek to ruin him. How easily those principles he lived by crumble at the face of you whining for his cock to stuff you full of his cum, naked as the day you were born with your bunny ears twitching.

“‘Jiro… fuck, I need you.”

“Baby, calm down—”

His words were akin to white noise, lips still aching to kiss every inch of his skin and bury yourself underneath it until Manjiro’s scent would stay with you for days, for weeks—forever. Taking matters into your own hands, you unlatched yourself from him and pushed him down until his back hits the mattress. You looked at him from above despite lust clouding your thoughts. And all your husband could do was stare back at your hazed-up mind, swallowing a moan once you straddled him and started grinding down his leaking clothed cock.

“W-wanna ride you.” Groaning at the overwhelming scent of your lover, you figured your hands had a mind of their own and started stripping him down to match you. Your leaking cunt in full display to his dark eyes that never strayed from you. You were definitely out of it—sheathing his throbbing and oozing dick inside of your gummy walls at once, whining at the stretch and how warm it was. But Mikey begged to differ, hissing at the contact and the wet muscles clenching him tightly as you started to bounce fervently. His wife has lost all inhibition and mewled, fingers playing with your perked nipples that he wished to suck on while you rode his cock.

But he couldn’t. Not when you would furrow your brows whenever he made a move to dominate you or to pin you down on the mattress to fuck you himself. No, you wanted to take lead for once and just take. Slowing down to just feel his cock snug in your hot slick cunt, you moaned into the air.

“Missed you so much, baby… Miss this cock in me—mhm, fuck. Need you…” Biting on your lower lip that it almost broke through the skin and bled, your gaze befell onto your husband who could only stare at you in muted awe. He then nodded at your statement, sharing the same sentiments. His pale chest rose and fell at the sight of raw carnal desire unfolding in front of him. Because fuck, if he had to choose between you and Bonten, anyone can mess around with the latter and still lose. But when it comes to you, those fuckers better be prepared to pry his cold dead hands from you before he’ll ever let anything awful happen to his pretty bunny. “‘Jiro…”

“Take me, baby,” he breathed, hands holding onto your hips and waist, giving them a squeeze. “Take it all. I’m all yours.”

No one had to tell you twice, resuming on bouncing on the cock you oh so loved. Unashamed to take what was yours and screaming obscene words, knowing only Manjiro is the sole witness to it all. Holding your tits, you keened. Mouth whining at how you couldn’t go on anymore. He knew this was gonna happen, you giving up in the middle of it because you hated tiring yourself—hate doing all the work. His spoiled bunny. The encouragement of your husband came in grunts, goading you to keep going. To fuck his cock and cream around it until you could no longer keep your eyes open.

“Isn’t this what—shit, what you wanted? Take this fuckin’ cock of yours, baby. Let it breed this bunny cunt. Don’t stop now.”

Sobbing softly, you came undone at the implication. Your eyes rolled back and body quivered at how he spilled his creamy cum into you. Cunt squeezing him dry for the first time today, despite knowing full well your husband would rather shoot blanks by the end of it than stop until your heat was over. Your searing gummy walls painted exactly like his silver hair. You were close to collapsing on top of him when Manjiro held you steady. Your husband caught his breath, a tiny curl at the end of his lips was a telltale sign that this was far from over. He suddenly flipped you to have your back on the mattress. Your husband then immediately went down face to face with your pussy folds still oozing with his semen. Warm tongue darting out to lick on your clit, earning a whine from your parted mouth.

“My turn.”

[tehejosietehe]

You and Me

Part 3/5

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader

Summary: Three years after the Blip, Steve Rogers has gone rogue. Are you still his weak spot? Better question is, is he still yours?

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+ Content, strong language (duh) mentions of a full term miscarriage, implied sexual content, violence, mean!stevie, enhanced super soldier!stevie, enhanced!reader, use of Russian trigger words

A/N: All works are my own and 18+ ONLY. Not beta read, so all mistakes are my own. I don’t own legal rights to any of the characters besides the reader (although I wish I owned SGR). As always, mind the warnings, and happy reading!

- Jo 🪐

Steve Rogers Masterlist

divider creds to @firefly-graphics

Now:

“I said talk, Steven!” Raising your voice, you slammed your hands on the metal table that separated the two of you.

As he surveyed your appearance, it was clear to him that you did not want to be there. You looked like you hadn’t slept in days, your hair was tied back in a low, messed up bun, blurred dark rings under your eyes from the eyeliner that had rubbed off. Your wrists that once housed a crappily braided bracelet that he made for you were bare, except for a single black hair tie. You wore one of the guy’s, probably Bucky or Sam’s, sweatshirts and a pair of leggings, with scuffed up black sneakers. All that stood out was the tiny, shiny diamond necklace that Steve was dying to understand the significance of. While he’d searched your mind for it, he couldn’t figure it out. It wasn’t an heirloom, it wasn’t something he’d gotten for you.

Is it from him?, Steve wondered, brows furrowed in thought.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You scoffed, propping one side of yourself up on the table, with your left leg still planted on the floor.

“Like what?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile.

“Like you’re trying to read my mind.”

“But I am.”

You still wanted to understand the connection, how it was even possible for him to read your mind. But more specifically, how you could read his.

Before you joined the Avengers, you’d experienced a similar upbringing as Natasha, but instead of the Red Room, it was through HYDRA. For years, you were practically a human pin cushion, going through every one of their tests as they tried finding a way to replicate Project Rebirth. While the countless serums seemed to have no effect on your physical appearance, or really, anything at all, throughout the years you’d noticed little things.

You could sense a change in the weather. It would be small, but you always knew when a storm was coming.

Your senses were heightened. Hearing, scent, smell, taste, and touch.

You’d noticed the first of the five the first time you met Steve Rogers.

Then: 2015

Hot off the victory of The Battle of Sokovia, Steve Rogers felt indestructible. He was determined to find Rumlow and Bucky, and he knew nothing could stand in his way.

“Come on, Tony, we don’t need any more new faces in the group,” Steve argued with the billionaire the moment Tony told him they were bringing you onto the team.

“Seriously? We’re overflowing with testosterone,” Wanda chuckled from her seat at the conference table.

“And you think bringing in some random girl is gonna, what, balance things out?” Steve rolled his eyes, slouching back in his seat with his arms crossed.

“I think we’re all getting tired of each other.” Tony was quick to add, turning around to face everyone. “Every time Barton opens his mouth, I wanna punch him in the face.”

“That’s a little extreme,” Natasha quipped, shooting a glaring look towards Tony.

“I, for one, think it’s a wonderful idea,” Vision chimed in, causing everyone’s eyes to shoot across the table to look at him. “Y/N Y/L/N has excellent references. Her history with and knowledge of HYDRA makes her a good asset to have on our team.”

“Hold on, Y/N Y/L/N is the one we're bringin’?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows, holding a hand up.

“Have you not been listening this entire time?” Tony slapped your file in front of Sam.

“D’you know her?” Steve murmured to the man next to him.

“Man, I wish. Have you seen the work she did? Took down a whole team of Navy Seals back when she was, like, thirteen or something.” Flipping through your file, Sam chuckled. “Why the hell does she wanna join the Avengers when she can practically do whatever she wants?”

“Looking to clean up her act. CIA, FBI, MI6 even the CSS didn’t want her. They said she was too–.”

Steve cut Tony off, “Reckless. Insubordinate. They said she has ‘authority problems’.” He gave Sam a sarcastic smile.

“And who better to whip her into shape than Captain Pretty Boy?”

“I’m sorry, me?” Steve brought a hand to his chest, looking around at Sam and Natasha on either side of him.

Tony snorted, “Didn’t realize I was speaking Spanish, okay, yes, you, Steve Rogers.”

“I don’t need another responsibility, put her on Natasha’s agenda.”

“Excuse me, I’m still training Wanda and trying to find Banner, so, no thank you,” Natasha countered, earning a snicker from Wanda.

From the hallway, you tried your best not to eavesdrop on their conversation. Across from you, Maria Hill sat cross legged, tapping away at her iPad.

You really didn’t want to mess up an opportunity like this. But it was clear they didn’t need, or want, you.

The door opened and each Avenger filed out, walking in their respective directions with Maria following Tony, hot on his heels. Your gaze was fixated at your extremely fascinating black pumps, when a pair of long, lean legs stopped in front of you.

You looked up to make eye contact with Steve Rogers, who was staring down at you with a cocked eyebrow.

Before you could speak up, he blinked, raising both of his brows. “Get changed and meet me in the gym in five.”

You didn’t have a chance to protest when he turned on his heel and walked away, Sam and Natasha at either side of him.

“She’s cute.” You heard the redhead mumble under her breath.

“Cute gets you killed. She won’t last.”

And at that moment, you made it your life’s mission to prove Steve Rogers wrong.

Now:

“I think about that day a lot, too, you know.”

Steve’s voice pulled you from your first memory of him.

“I try not to.”

“You kicked my ass.” His laugh sent chills down your spine.

How could he sit there and try to reminisce with you?

“You were a prick,” you snapped.

“And you were a brat that needed to be put in her place!” His voice nearly shook the entire room, or at least that’s how it felt. “You were weak. You were reckless. You were disrespectful.”

“I was a kid,” you said through gritted teeth, trying your best to hold back from just cracking him right in his stupidly chiseled jaw.

“You were old enough to know better. And what’s your excuse now?” Steve tilted his head to the side, spreading his legs a bit more to get comfortable as he slouched back in his seat.

You didn’t reply. Because truly, what was your excuse? The plan wasn’t to bring Steve back to the compound, it was to come to an agreement for him to stop murdering civilians. You got scared and acted out of script. You knew Steve wouldn’t have killed you.

Right?

“Are Bucky and Sam outside?” Steve spoke up again, jutting his chin out towards the door.

“Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking back over your shoulder. Of course they were outside. The minute they heard Steve was there, they came back to New York to be there for you.

He smirked, looking you up and down before saying, “Call them in.”

“What the hell was so important that you needed both of us?” Sam had his arms crossed, while Bucky couldn’t even bring himself to make eye contact with Steve.

“Hello to you too, Sam.” Steve smiled, before looking over at Bucky. “Buck, c’mon, why the long face?”

“You shouldn’t have brought him here,” Bucky hissed towards you, while you fumbled with the chain of your necklace.

You knew you shouldn’t have brought him here. Everyone made you very aware of that within the first five minutes.

“Is that any way to talk about your best pal?” Steve taunted him, and you watched the tick in Bucky’s jaw when he tightened it. “Tell me what’s so important about that necklace.”

“No.”

“You haven’t been able to take your hand off it since you walked in here. So, it’s gotta mean something.”

You could feel three pairs of eyes on you when you dropped your hand to your side. “It’s just a necklace.”

“Bucky, do me a favor and take that necklace off her, will ya?” Steve said after a few moments of silence.

“You’re out of your mind, Rogers.” Bucky shook his head vigorously while your hand flew back up to your neck.

“Zimniy Soldat, ty budesh' podchinyat'sya.”

Your eyes went wide as the Russian slipped from Steve’s lips.

“What did you just say to me?” Bucky growled, his vibranium hand clenching.

“See, I heard,” Steve effortlessly yanked his wrists free from the restraints and stood up, keeping his distance as Bucky’s breathing intensified. “That those little trigger words don’t work on you anymore, Buck.” He shook out his wrists, rubbing where the cuffs were fastened.

“That’s right, they–.” Bucky groaned loudly, his flesh hand flying over to grip his vibranium bicep. “They don’t.”

“But that does, doesn’t it?” He chuckled. “Take her necklace off.”

“Man, don’t you fuckin’–,” Sam began before Steve shot him a glare with a raised eyebrow.

You stood frozen with both hands on your necklace, backing up into Sam, who gripped both of your forearms to hold your hands behind your back.

“Sammy, what the hell?!” You gasped, trying to wiggle free from his grasp.

“I have no idea,” he choked out, as Bucky walked over to you, and in one swift move, yanked the chain from your neck, breaking it.

“No!” You screeched, attempting to lunge for the necklace back.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered, before looking over at Steve. “How the hell are you doing this?”

“It’s a long story.” Steve waved him off. “Take the stone in your hand.”

Bucky held his right hand up with the chain hanging from his clenched fist.

“Your other hand.”

“Steve, please!” You begged, as Sam profusely whispered his apologies in your ear.

“Then tell me why it’s so important!” He boomed, taking long strides across the room before he was standing over you.

“I can’t!” You yelled back, nearly spitting in his face.

Steve stepped back, wiping your stray saliva from his cheek and looked over at Bucky. “Crush it.”

“Steve–,” Bucky began, groaning as he tried his best to fight the command from the alpha male. “Don’t make me do this.”

“I said, crush it.”

Bucky’s eyes shot over to yours, and you knew he didn’t have a choice. But you begged him to stop anyway. Over and over as his fingers squeezed, tighter, tighter, tighter, until the tiny diamond crushed in his grasp.

The moment the first dusting hit the floor, you wailed.

“No!” You cried out, and Sam’s grip immediately dropped, as well as Bucky’s.

Suddenly, it felt like four tons of bricks were dropped on your chest when you shot daggers over at Steve.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” You screamed, pounding your fists against his chest as he just stood like a statue, staring down at you. “That was the one thing I had left of her, Steve. The ONE THING left of our baby!”

Sam and Bucky were both coming out of their trance, out of breath with tearful eyes.

“What?” Steve’s brows furrowed, puzzled.

“That diamond…” Sam choked out, clutching his chest. “The hospital gave her an option…. when Sarah died... body, ashes… or diamond.”

You could barely speak as your knees hit the ground, and you tried to gather each speck of dust in a pile, murmuring incoherent pleads.

It’s at that moment when the door breaks open and Thor comes bounding in, all heated and huffy.

“Thor, get her out of here,” Bucky instructed the blonde god.

Thor’s eyes fell to you, on the floor, sobbing. He realized what had happened when he saw the broken chain on the floor in front of you.

“You–!” He started, pointing in Steve’s direction. Bucky shot up from the floor and pressed his hand against Thor’s chest.

“Get her out of here,” he repeated, softer this time. “We’ll handle this.”

Thor was fuming, but he nodded twice, before gently bending down to pick you up into his arms.

“No,” you wailed, exhaustedly reaching back down for the floor. “No!”

“I know,” he murmured, tucking your head into his chest when he turned on his heel to lead you out of the room. Not before he shot one final glare in Steve’s direction.

Once Thor exited the room with a sobbing you, Sam brought his walkie up to his mouth and said, “Banner, you got any updates on that serum?”

“Matter of fact, I’ve got something that looks promising.”

“Bring it up,” Sam snarled.

“But it’s not–.”

“I said, bring it up.”

“Copy that.”

The moment she heard what happened, Natasha burst through the door of your bedroom to find you curled up into a tiny ball, snuggled against Thor’s side. You were sleeping, which was something that shocked the both of them as they looked at each other, then at you.

“She okay?” Nat asked after a few moments of silence, walking over to sit on your side of the bed.

“She lost the one thing she had left of her daughter, by the hands of her best friend, at the command of her former lover. No, she is not okay.” Thor absentmindedly stroked your hair while you slept, unbeknownst to him that you could hear every word he said.

It had been a few hours since the incident, and since then, Bruce, Sam, and Bucky had been repeatedly injecting Steve with the reversal serum. They’d get closer each time, seeing the same blonde hair kid from Brooklyn, until something would snap and pull him back.

“They’re trying the serum, Bruce’s serum,” she spoke up after the two of them had sat there just staring at you while you slept.

“He thinks it’s going to work?” Thor cocked an eyebrow, holding you tight as you stirred.

“I don’t know. He seems pretty hopeful though. Every time they think they made progress, he goes right back to where they started.”

“They should just stop trying.” Your tiny, raspy voice caused both Avengers to stop in their tracks and look down at you. “He’s not coming back. My Steve. If there were any glimmer of hope that he was still in there… it’s gone now. He destroyed something that he knew meant the world to me. He might now have known what it was, but Steve never would’ve hurt a fly if he thought it would upset me.”

As much as they hated to admit it, you were right.

Maybe there really was no hope for Steve Rogers.

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[harryandhishook]

Experimenting is always fun - JayxHarry (SMUT/NSFW)

Pairing: Jay x Harry Hook

Setting: The Isle of the Lost

Warning: SMUT AND SWEARING

Summary: Harry convinces Jay to keep guard as he scavenges for lost items that have travelled from Auradon, they weren't expecting to find a box of sex toys. (Not set during any specific movie)

Words: 9468

Requested: Anonymous - Oof I don’t know if you still do fic requests but I would love it if you did a fic where Harry and Jay scavenge and find a box of sex toys somewhere and decide to curiously try them out to see what they do lol (sub Harry ) tysm!

Side note: So, since I am now a free man, I don't need to do anything other than find a job, I can now write and upload all my requests that I have neglected to complete, I'M SO SORRY GUYS, and maybe open them up, I also wanna write for more fandoms so I may have a couple more new things planned once I have time

Tag list: Hey, not sure if you're still wanting to read this, just let me know if you don't want to be tagged :D @alice-on-elm-street

DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted are or are over the age of 18.

I would just like to once again apologize to the anon and anyone who saw this before I put in the cut, it completely slipped my mind, thank you so much to the anon who pointed it out and once again, I am so sorry.

“Come on, Pirate, I don’t have all day” yelled a slightly disgruntled Jay, the son of the dark Genie had somehow been dragged into some strange treasure hunt with the Islands most vicious Pirate, well, vicious would be an overstatement, he was more along the lines of absolute psychopath and under some crazy miracle, he had managed to drag the poor innocent thief into this wild goose chase for some magical hidden treasure, well, that’s what Jay likes to think, in actual fact, it was more along the lines of, Harry found an old cave with loads of Auradon trash and had asked Jay, as nicely as he could, for some protection, just in case someone else found it as well.

Outside of the dreary, cold cave, the sound of the waves crashed against the rocks, hitting the bottom of Jays shoes as he stood guard, the water flowing harshly across the rocks while Harry shuffled himself deeper into the cave,

“It’s not like ye’ve got any plans, mate, the Isle isn’t exactly some happy go lucky theme park, is it” the pirate shouted back, moving around boxes and bags of rubbish, Harry’s voice echoing off the cave walls, “if ye’re gettin’ bored out there, you could always come in ‘ere” he continued, his curiosity of a few boxes got the better of him as he quickly dove into the search.

The thief waited outside, the time ticking by as he shivered from the thick cold breeze that attacked him. Impatiently, Jay, with a annoyed groan, moved into the opening of the cave, shuffling himself deeper inside, watching as the pirate threw old junk and broken knick-knacks behind him,

“What exactly are you looking for? And what was the point of asking me here, you know me and my gang hate you and your crew” Jay asked, arms folded over his chest as his gaze continued to move with each thrown thing like a tennis match,

“I dinnae ken what I’m looking for, I’m just … explorin’, I thought ye’d like this, find stuff for ye old man” the pirate answered, throwing the now empty box to the side as he leaned back onto the balls of his feet, eyes searching around for new unopened boxes of rubbish, “If ye’re bored, than help me” Harry groaned, pushing himself off the ground to explore further.

Begrudgingly, the thief followed the other boy deeper into the cavern, peeking into piles of Auradon rubbish, not too bothered about looking but knowing it was probably better than just standing there like a statue.

It had been a few hours, the distant glow of Auradons’ sun slowly setting, shining a hint of orange onto the boys as they both sat, staring out of the entrance and towards the settling water,

“Mate, I’m sorry for draggin’ ye ‘ere, honestly did think there would be something ‘ere” Harry muttered, legs up against his chest, chin rested on his knees as he continued to stare forward, “I guess I just got bored of the same shit … I … I just wanted to do somethin’ different” he continued, sighing defeated as he turned his gaze to the boy beside him who’s eyes were locked onto the water outside, “If ye’ wanna go, ye’ can, I’m not gonna stop ye’” he finished, pushing himself up off the cold floor to stand, wobbling a little on the slippery rocks.

Jay, after a few moments, turned to watch the pirate. Leaning forward from his seated position, the thief waved a dismissive hand,

“Harry, you don’t need to apologise for this ...” he explained, gesturing around him at all the mess they had created, well, more of a mess than there already was, “this was and don’t tell anyone I said this, but this was actually a good idea, there could have possibly been something of value or at least something we could have used” the thief slowly slid off the rocks, straightening himself to stand near the pirate, “Look, there’s one more box over there, why don’t we have one final look then we can grab anything we wanted to keep and leave” Jay suggested, carefully stepping over the rocks to pick up the final box he had found but had not been too excited to open. Reaching out, he handed the box to the now stunned looking boy, which he carefully took, sitting back down on a large rock to inspect the newfound items,

“Why dinnae ye’ open it?” Harry asked as he started taking off the … tape? The pirate looked confused for a moment, ‘none of the others had tape on them’ he thought but brushed himself off, continuing with trying to get the secure box open,

“I thought it would be … nice, you know, to let you open it …” The young genie confessed, “Look, I hate you and you hate me but, I could see how much this meant to you so … fucking hell, just open it, I don’t have time for this emotional bullshit” he growled, crossing his arms in front of him, now refusing to look at the pirate … until,

“HOLY SHIT!” The Pirate screamed, shutting the box with enough force to knock over some trash next to him. The expression he was giving the other was enough to make Jay curious, “I thought Auradon was a place for good guys and heroes, they are meant to be the embodiment of good and sweet and kind … aren’t they?” Harry asked, shocked yet amused expression on his face only making the other even more curious,

“Harry, where is this going?” Jay asked, annoyance slowly becoming evident from him, “Just spit it out, then we can leave” he growled, ready to just leave the pirate there and not look back but when the box was practically thrust in his face, he couldn’t resist. With a sigh, the boy opened the once sealed box, peeking inside but quickly shut the lid without a second thought, “Is that what I think it is?” he asked, eyes widened in shock, looking at the smirking yet blushing pirate who only nodded his head slowly, “Who, out of all of Auradon uses sex toys … also … do you think they were used?” he realized, looking at the box with such disgust but the expression was wiped from his face when the pirate chuckled,

“Jay, they’re still in packaging, it looks like all the ones that weren’t sold were just thrown to us … think any of them need batteries? Or do ye’ think they have some already in?” Harry asked curiously, opening the box to rummage inside,

“…Okay, maybe we should just leave it and go, no one is going to want to use it and anyway, do you really want to sell sex toys to our parents or the other adults on the isle?” Jay commented, not wanting to have that mental image in his head of their parents using or buying those things.

With the now strange curiosity, Harry stood, holding the box tightly to his chest, smiling mischievously as he slowly and cockily made his way out of the cave, stepping almost expertly over different boxes. The Thief quickly rushed after him, staring distastefully at the Pirates back as he spoke again,

“Seriously, what are you even planning on doing what that shit?” Jay growled as he followed after, concentrating on not slipping on any of the rocks, when the Pirate didn’t answer, he continued, “Harry, seriously, you going to use them on Uma or something? Answer me!” the boy shouted, voice echoing against the walls causing Harry to finally stop, carefully turning to make eye contact with his ‘bodyguard’,

“Jay, we live on the Isle of the god damn lost, when we’re not trying to scrap for food or fight to stay alive, we dinnae really get much chance to relieve all the tension and well … not every lass or lad want to … you know” the boy finished with a little thrust of his hips before turning again, this time not stopping as he finally left the entrance of the cave, balancing like a gymnast on each rock.

As the Pirate took his leave, Jay groaned, incredibly annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t being listened to. He followed almost instinctively up the rocks and to the hidden path leading back to the place they called a beach, neither of them talking and neither of them making any move to even figure out what they are going to do. Finally, after a long walk back to the main path of the Island, both teens stopped, the Thief not daring to say a single word, he didn’t want to find out what the Pirate even had in mind anymore but it didn’t top the Pirate from explaining himself,

“The reason I want these … I know I mentioned tension and shit like that but … I know I am, I know who I want to be with but me da, he’d never understand, he’d never accept it, I just, I want to know what it would be like … with a guy ... that’s why I’m keeping all these toys” Harry explained, his gaze never leaving an invisible speck on the ground, “I don’t know why I’m telling ye’ any of this, we hate each other but I just …” the Pirate shook his head, moving away as fast as he possibly could, trying to escape everything but he didn’t get too far when he was dragged forcefully from the streets to a hidden alley, completely cut off from anyone close,

“Alright Pirate, tell me, you obviously need to tell someone about this and since you already started, you can finish” Jay demanded, blocking any way out of that dimly lit place. With his arms crossed and his eyes trained on the other, he waited, “I can obviously tell this is something that is bothering you, so come on, out with it”

Harry corned himself, his body language changing within the seconds of them being out in public to being dragged into the alley. It was clear this wasn’t something he was used to and especially not so openly discussed, so with a defeated sigh, the Pirate placed the box down on the ground, leaning timidly against the wall behind him as he anxiously moved his gaze all over,

“Jay, really, I don’t … I’m going to need ye to promise me one thing before I tell ye anything” he started, still refusing to actually look up at him,

“You want me to pinkie promise?” Jay groaned, trying to make it seem like a big joke, but his expression changed when he saw the sudden glare in Harry’s eyes, the first time the boy had looked at him since they entered the dark alley

“I mean it Jay, promise me this will not get out, cross yer heart that ye won’t dare speak of this to anyone” the Pirate growled, stepping forward threateningly causing the other to hold his hands up in defence, sighing as he moved a finger across his heart in the shape of an X,

“Okay, fine, cross my heart, I won’t tell anyone” he agreed, lowering his hands to his side to let Harry start explaining. Harry sighed, moving back to his leaning position against the wall,

“Well … God, where the hell do I start … I guess I should just come out with it … I like woman and men, I’ve known that since I was a kid but I know me da would never accept it so I’ve never really done anything … I’ve tried to flirt with people, get closer to others I find attractive, I’ve wanted to experiment, make sure I’m right but … I can’t … Uma doesn’t want anything other than to crush Mal, Gil is too innocent and none of the crew are … well … a few of them want what I want but they aren’t batting for ma team, if you get what I’m saying” the Pirate started, hoping he was coming across clear and not sounding like a crazy idiot, “I just hoped that I could possibly get something without anyone finding out or get into something I can’t get out of … You probably don’t understand any of this but ye know what, it was actually kinda nice to get it off me chest” he finished, sighing in relief at the strange uplifting feeling in his chest.

Silence overcame them for a few moments, the Pirate slowly realizing that he had just spilled his guts to a member of his rival gang, all the while, the Thief was just trying to process everything in his head, he hadn’t realized just how much Harry needed to get off his chest and he certainly didn’t realize just how much he would relate. Jay turned away from the boy he cornered, falling back against the wall as he tried his best to not let any of this get to him.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the two turned, making eye contact for the first time since this whole ordeal. The son of Hook and the son of Jafar, rival gang members and enemies, shared an understanding look to the other, telling each other without words just how much they understood and for once, it was enough for the both of them.

Without picking up the box, Harry slowly shuffled closer to where the other boy stood; hands picking at the edges of his coat, he drew closer and closer until their chests were practically touching,

“Jay … I just want to know something and I can tell you need to know too … Can we …” he started, trying so hard to get his words out but everything instinct in him was telling him to run, fight or flight was turning into flight or bigger flight but he needed to stick to it, he needed to do this before his chance was gone, “I’ve never kissed a man and from the look in your eyes, I can tell you haven’t either … we don’t need to make this a big thing or anything but … Can I kiss you?” he asked, their eyes never breaking contact once.

The silence of the alley was deafening, the cold chill from the nearby ocean making them both shiver as they continued to stand like mindless idiots; Harry was starting to think that maybe it wasn’t so much of a great idea while Jay tried his hardest not to show his sudden enjoyment of the situation. Without much hesitation, the son of the once most powerful Genie closed the distance between them, his chapped lips pressing harshly against the pirates much softer ones, causing him to stumble back slightly from mostly the shock and force presented with the kiss, normally a story of two people sharing a secret kiss would continue with something along the lines of ‘Harry’s eyes widening as he froze’ but the Hook boy didn’t have time to process any of the situation as his hands shot out to grasp the lapels of Jays coat, kissing back with just as much ferocity.

Neither boys could stop themselves as their hands pushed and pulled at each other’s clothing, trying to see just who would win at getting the other undressed first but it was simply difficult when they were both desperately trying to cling onto each other. Finally, after what seemed like hours of grabbing hands and desperate kissing, the young pirate pulled away, watching as the genie boy tried to chase after him,

“An alley isn’t exactly the best place for … this … maybe there’s somewhere we could go?” he asked, not as nervous as he was but still a little worried he’ll be laughed at, it wasn’t until Jay grabbed the box of goodies and started to walk out of the darkened hide away,

“Yeah, my dad will probably be with the other parents so my house is empty and will be for a long while” he explained to the now following pirate as he led them through the twisting streets of the Island, “Dad never touches my room anyway, usually stays in the shop waiting for a lamp, so he wouldn’t notice” he finished as they crowd started becoming a lot thicker, making the two move quickly, getting out of the public’s eye before someone of interest spotted.

Minutes passed before they finally made it to Jays home, as the thief predicted, his Father wasn’t in the house and away with the other core fours parents, giving them both an easier chance to sneak in and to the boy’s rooms. It didn’t take long for the two to get back into what they were doing as Jay slammed Harry up against the door once the box was set down, resuming their earlier activities, their hands ripping desperately at each other’s clothes as their tongues fight for dominance.

First, their coats, then their shirts, then, even if it took a little longer with Harry, their belts, everything piling up on the floor as the boys tried to stay the dom, at least until Jay ran his hand through the pirates hair, tugging the strands between his fingers and practically forcing Harry to his knees with a submissive moan,

“Oh … so the big bad pirate is nothing more than just some little cock slut?” Jay asked as he watched the other slip further down the rabbit hole of sexual desire, “Let’s think, maybe we should get started” the young thief stated, taking his hand from the others hair, shuffling across the room to search through the box, “Let’s see what we have here … Oh, perfect” he mumbled to himself, gripping something tightly in his hands. Behind him, Harry watched him curiously, trying to peer around him to see what he had retrieved for their adventure, all the while, his underwear was trapping his throbbing erection.

Soon, Jay turned around, finally revealing what he had pulled from the box, a collar, a lead and a pair of handcuffs and if it wasn’t for the very obviously twitch in the pirates underwear, he wouldn’t have guessed that Harry liked the idea of being used as a pet,

“Up, pirate!” he growled, stepping closer and closer to the other male in the room, the leather of the lead swinging as if it was mocking the first mate, taunting the poor boy but Harry held his ground, he may have been pushed to submit, on his knees like a puppy begging for food but he wasn’t about to let everything be taken from him by some common thief. The sudden tug of his hair as the large, calloused hand of his current lover forced his head up to meet the piercing gaze of the pair of chocolate eyes staring down at him, the animalistic growl that followed was enough to have the young Hook crumble in the others’ hand.

The world around the pirate disappeared as he was pulled to his feet by his hair, the pull on his locks caused a pleasurable amount of pain to course through his veins, pooling down to the already overflowing sensation between in legs as he watched the thief before him smirk, releasing Harry’s hair with a soothing ‘good boy’ as he raised the collar to their eye level,

“Put it on, dog” Jay commanded, holding the leathery material between his index and middle fingers as he gripped onto the other two things tightly, watching with a shiver of desire as the pirate quickly snatched the contraption with shaky hands, attaching it to his neck with urgency, two fingers reaching underneath the material as he tightened it around his skin, leaving enough room to breath since he was expecting to be used like he was nothing more than some cheap whore, “Seems like you’ve worn a collar before, does your captain use you like this? Does she treat you like the dog that you are?” the thief asked, the tone he used was enough to make the almost naked man in front of him snarl in anger,

“Don’t ye’ dare bring me Cap’n into this, I’m more than just a dog to her!” he snapped, ready to lash out in defence but the sound of a something behind clipped and the sudden strong pull against the back of his neck stopped him in his tracks as both the boys noses pressed against each other, the anger on the others’ face was enough to make Harry whimper back into submission,

“Seems like I’m going to have to train you to shut your mouth!” Jay argued as he let go of the lead, reaching into his trouser pocket to grip onto something in there while looking the pirate up and down like a predator eyeing its prey. Jay’s eyes wandered over the young Hook’s body, from his bare chest down to the bulging tent created by the underwear that was hiding the throbbing erection underneath. The thief couldn’t understand how, even after their groping hands, Harry was the only one of the two that hadn’t managed to keep his trousers on, and he wasn’t about to change that any time soon.

As the young genie continued his admiration of the pirate, the hand that had been hidden by the pocket of his pants was pulled out discreetly, holding the cold, sharp metal of a pocketknife. As Harry’s eyes lingered on Jay’s face, not daring to look anywhere else but the boys face, the thief slipped the object between the material of the pirates underwear and his cool goose bumped skin causing the boy’s breath to hitch in his throat, even as the fabric was ripped and pulled from the pirates body, he didn’t fight or move from the other before him, it wasn’t that he was scared of the thief but worried that he would stop.

As the underwear was discarded from the young hook, his trapped erection sprung free, the cold breeze of the Isle seeped through the holes of the dilapidated home, caressing the pirates dick gently, wrapping it’s chilly hand around the exposed organ, sending a long shiver up his spine a small droplets of precum dripped to the wooden floor underneath,

“Looks like you’re all ready for me, I guess you’re really desperate for me to touch you” Jay chuckled, throwing the knife onto his ‘bed’, it wasn’t much of a bed, a lumpy mattress on an incredibly creaky and possibly breaking wooden frame that he made himself, didn’t exactly count as a bed but it worked “Go to the bed and kneel” he ordered as he unbuckled the handcuffs, feeling the fluffy feathers that wrapped around the thick material as Harry rushed to obey his lover, back facing the thief as he dropped to his knees, ass pushed out behind him, the round mounds of flesh bouncing slightly from the impact of the ground.

Before Jay couldn’t completely lose himself in the view, he moved closer to the pirate with the confidence of the villain he was raised to be, each step sent small sparks of excitement down to Harry’s already swollen cock, it wouldn’t take much more than a single touch for the son of hook to come undone and he hoped more than anything that that would come soon as he desperately searched for any little friction he could with small thrusts into the empty space in front of him,

“Did I tell you to do that, Pirate?” Jay asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched the poor boy below him grind into nothing, “hands behind your back and no more moving until I say” he demanded as he knelt down behind Harry, watching every little movement stop as he let out a whine, obeying the other quickly, “Good boy” the thief mumbled as he roughly grabbed the pirates wrists, wrapping the cuffs around each arm, securing them so the muscular boy couldn’t escape, “Now, you’re going to do what I tell you, got it? And until you prove that you deserve it, then and only then, I might let you cum” Jay explained as he reached into the box beside them, pulling out something he had spotted earlier.

Harry sat obediently, hands now trapped behind his back while his thighs pressed tightly together, even without movement, he hoped that he could force his thought to overcome the fact that he couldn’t touch and cum but when he felt the warm arms of his lover wrap around his body, his hope sky rocketed upwards as if some unspoken pray had been answered, even more so when he felt the genies hand grip the base of his cock almost painfully tight but he was desperate enough for any contact that the whimpering moan that ripped through his throat caused the other boy behind him to let out a deep chuckle, the precum dripping from the head of the pirates cock was enough to give Jay the lubrication he needed as he quickly slipped the cock ring onto the throbbing organ, swapping his hand for the object, squeezing the poor boys hope of cumming any time soon.

The pirates whines broke through the almost silent home as he felt the pulsing movement of his cock underneath the toy, his nails gripped tightly into his palms as he clenched his fists tightly, leaving small marks along the skin. His breathing become quicker as the skin across his cheeks and neck become a soft pink, giving the dom of this situation a very amusing sight, he had made one of the most feared pirates of the isle into a whimpering, quivering mess all without touching him pleasurably,

“H-How the hell do ye’ know h-how to use all this shit?” Harry asked, incredibly confused and amazed at the domination and charge the other was taking, it was hot but it wasn’t something he was expecting and he knew he was getting his answer when the genie behind him chuckled softly,

“I may not have been with another guy before but I’ve learned a few things and well … my dad isn’t too good at hiding his porn magazines, honestly, I didn’t expect Auradon to ever do things like this but … well … anyway” he finished his ramble as he moved his hands completely from the pirate in front of him, “Now that you can’t cum without my permission, you will do as I say” he explained, standing up from his crouching position behind his old enemy, moving around the boy to sit himself comfortably, or as comfortably as possible, on his bed, right in front of the desperate little sub, “Since you love running your mouth so much, I want you to show me just how well you can use it, understand?” Jay asked, reaching a single finger underneath young Hooks chin, pulling his desperate face up to look just how much he had already wrecked him. With a meek nod and a silent plea in his eyes, Harry spoke for the first time in a while,

“Y-Yes sir” he whispered as he opened his mouth, letting his tongue fall out and lay across his chin, ready and waiting for his warm crevice to be used. Without anymore instruction, Jay unbuttoned and opened his trousers, shuffling them down with his underwear, just enough for his erection to be released, precum already dripping down the thick shaft as he gripped onto Harry’s leash tightly and yanked him forward so the head of his cock was almost thrust suddenly into the pirate’s mouth.

The thief hadn’t bothered to really warn Harry about his anatomy since he never really compared himself to anyone but he realised that maybe he should have mentioned something as he watched the boys eyes widened, staring in completely awe at the erection that was pressed against his face,

“J-Jay … ye’re huge, h-how the fuck is that meant t’ fit anywhere?!” the pirate exclaimed, looking between the boys eyes and the throbbing erection in front of him, each movement coated the pirates face with more sticky white droplets until the cock was pulled away for a moment and into the thief’s hand,

“I didn’t think it was that big … alright, I have an idea” Jay mumbled as he stood up, his pants and underwear dropping to his ankles before he kicked them away to head back to the box of treasures, “We can start small and then work up to me, we have about three unopened bottle of lube so it should be fine” he rambled, more to himself than Harry but soon, he had pulled out a small butt plug and a bottle of lube, “It said beginner so I think that’s a good start” he explained before turning back towards the pirate who was staring at the toy in confusion, never seeing anything like it before. The young hook was about to open his mouth to speak but it was quickly stopped when the thief shuffled closer, placing the toy down beside them, “trust me, I’ll be slow, now, lay your chest on the bed and keep your ass us” Jay requested, turning his attention to the bottle in his hand as he started to rip off the packaging around the lid, all the while, the pirate pushed himself up onto his knees and laid his chest across the mattress, the damp smell of the material assaulted Harry’s nose, causing the boy to turn his head as much as possible away from the foul odour until a soft pillow was shoved underneath his head, the stench disappearing quite quickly, “That’ll help” the thief mentioned as he moved back to the position he was in, continuing to prep everything he needed.

Minutes flew by and the pirate that lay on the bed was slowly getting more and more frustrated, he knew for a fact that he would be punished if he moved but the friction of the old and tattered mattress was quite appealing and the boy behind him was too distracted. With the tiniest little thrusts against the bed, Harry couldn’t help himself as the almost exposed edged of a spring pushed against his erection, each moan having to be smothered by the pillow underneath, he couldn’t let the other know what he was doing until he felt the sharp, hot pain across each cheek, the shocked moan being muffled but loud enough to still be heard by his lover,

“You think you could get away with that?” the genie asked, a dark growl hidden behind his words as something cold was dragged across the red skin of the pirates ass, “seems like my belt has another good use, so, I’m going to teach you a lesson and then you will listen to me” Jay demanded, raising the belt up before bringing it back down with a loud slap, earning another loud moan from the young hook on the bed, his hands curling into fists to find anything to grab tightly onto,

“F-Fuck … shouldn’t we ‘ave a-a … something to stop everything?” the pirate asked, the pillow blocking each of his words as his ass wiggled for more so that is what the thief gave him, letting the leather slam down hard across each cheek at least two more times,

“Safe word? You’re smart Hook, alright, safe word is … Mal” he smirked, throwing the belt with an audible thunk against the wall across the room from them, leaving a small indent in the already flaking drywall, “It’s not like either one of us will ever moan her name” Jay chuckled as he shuffled around the room a little, leaving the poor pirate alone once again with nothing to help his throbbing and pained erection.

As the squeaking of each floorboard invaded his hearing, the shivers up his spine becoming stronger and stronger until the cold feeling of something dripping in between his cheeks, running across his untouched hole, causing the pirate to clench himself slightly for a moment before relaxing a moment later, allowing the liquid to spread across him, slipping into his puckering hole slowly until the feeling of something different was pressed against him, rubbing the liquid around, a pornographic squelching sound filled the room with each movement.

“You need to relax for me, be a good boy for me” the thief whispered as he slowly pressed the tip of the butt plug against the opening, allowing the lube to slowly stretch the muscle, stopping once he saw the skin around the plug stretch slightly before pulling it back out and repeating, allowing the young hook’s body to adjust to the brand-new sensation. The unsure groans and the occasional gasps of pleasure was enough for Jay to slowly push on, carefully pushing the toy further into the boy, spurred on by the sounds being muffled by the fabric that was being biting tightly.

This went on for several minute, the slow movements, the moans that filled the silent home, the silent pleas that Harry was giving him as he pushed his ass back into the thrusting until finally, the toy was pushed completely into the pirates ass, causing the submissive puppy underneath him to sigh in ultimate pleasure as his entire body relaxed against the mattress.

Harry barely registered that his hair was being yanked backwards, the stinging in his scalp wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as the pleasure being zapped up his spine at every little movement. As he was placed back onto his knees, the scorching pleasure that ripped through him from the push his legs caused on the plug, was the reason why he whimpered Jays name like he was begging for his life,

“We’ve barely done anything, Hook, and you already look like you’re going to explode” Jay teased as he moved back round to sit on the bed, legs spread in front of the poor pirate whose eyes were barely able to stay open, clear drool rolled down his chin from the sides of his mouth as he tried not to move to much or his would be letting out more than just the whimpers, “I hope you don’t want to stop so soon, I’ve barely gotten anything” he explained as he pulled the pirate forward again so that the tip of his cock was pressed against his lips, “Now, hurry up and get to work, pirate, or I’ll leave you here with no way of cumming, got that?” he growled, taking his shaft into his own hand to steady it while he waited with growing impatience for the desperate sub to open their mouth to welcome his cock into the warm, wet hole.

Harry’s wet lips parted the tiniest amount, enough to allow a single drop of Jays pre-cum to slip into his mouth and spread across his tongue. The sudden salty taste that assaulted his senses activated his need to open his mouth wide and let his tongue roll from his mouth and over his chin, allowing the large dick in front of him to finally push it’s way into the eager pirate.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Jay had the others hair in his hand, stopping any sudden movements, he would have been sending ropes of cum down the poor pirates throat already. The further and further he pushed, the more he realised that he was close to hitting the back of Harry’s throat, giving him a reason to pull out and look down at the boy on their knees,

“You’re not gagging at all?” the thief asked, confusion all over his face as the young hook took in a few quick breaths, drool covering his lips and chin as he tried to chase after the thick cock again, whimpering as he couldn’t take it back in, wanting his enemy to get back to fucking his face,

“N-No, I used to p-practice giving blowjobs on a-anything I could get a hold of, I-I found tricks to control i-it, now please, force my m-mouth open, f-fuck me, stop me from screaming your name, p-please Jay, please” Harry begged, trying to pull his head forward, only to be stopped by the hand in his short locks, his dripping, wet and warm tongue stretched as much as the muscle could to reach the leaking cock that stood tall and teasingly in front of him, “P-Please, use me Jay, put it back”

There was a moment where Jay was tempted to keep the little pirate waiting, force him to watch as he stroked himself but he couldn’t, he couldn’t deprive them both of this. Without another thought, the thief gripped the brown hair and forced him forward, pushing his throbbing, twitching cock into the others warm, wet mouth, feeling the pirates tongue curl around the bottom of his shaft as it slid across the rough surface of the muscle before moving back until the tip was gently resting on the red lips of the pirate. The young genie admired his lovers already fucked out expression, watching as the boys eyes closed in pure ecstasy, using this opportunity to suck and lick the tip, collecting every little drop that he could,

“F-Fuck, I don’t think I can h-handle much more …” Jay mumbled, looking over at the box to re-evaluate the situation until he noticed two things he could use to finally speed things along and give both boys what they want.

Using the thick lead that was still connected to Harry’s collar, he pulled the pirate backwards, away from his dripping prize causing a slightly choked whine to leave the red, swollen lips as the genie stood, dragging the other boy with him until he was completely bend over the bed where he tied the lead around one of the wooden beams of his bed, restraining Harry even more than before.

Now with the young Hook tied up against his bed, Jay used this time to not only tease the poor boy but also give him the opportunity to rile him up even more as he watched the not so subtle thrusts on the bed as he moved back to the box, producing two and probably final things that will lead them to their end goal, a foldable bar and a toy that wasn’t as big as him but hopefully would get Harry adjusted quicker.

It took a few moments of fiddling and cursing but Harry soon felt similar straps like from the handcuffs but on his legs, confusing him since there was no need to do anything on his legs, until he tried to shift himself, tried to close his legs, that’s when he felt it, the bar that forced his thighs to stay open, exposing everything without protest to the delight of Jay as he continued to sit behind the pirate, tinkering with something Harry couldn’t quite see,

“What are ye doin’ back there?” he asked, although it did come out as more of a whine as he tried his very hardest to twist his body, the bar, cuffs and plug all stopping him from achieving that small task, what he did see was Jay wave his hand in dismissal as he moved to start on something new,

“You’ll see in a moment, Pirate, just wait” he mumbled as he grabbed the end of the plug, slowly pulling out of poor Harry’s ass, once again filling the room with whimpering moans until the small toy had been completely removed and was replaced with the much bigger toy that had been smothered with lube. Luckily for Jay, it was a lot easier to push this one in since the pirates ass had already been prepared but it was still taking a small amount of push to get it all the way in and it was obviously proving to be a good choice to as he could also feel the push of Harry’s hips, coaxing the toy deeper in as they went, the moans becoming louder and louder, even with the pillow to muffle them.

It didn’t take long until the slow thrusts of the toy started and the desperate cries of the pirate in front of Jay could probably be heard all over the Isle, at this point, it didn’t surprise the son of the ex-Vizier that this boy was a complete and utter bottom through and through, no wonder he followed Uma around like a lost puppy, she was like a powerful goddess in his eyes, he was surprised that she hadn’t pegged him on the deck of their ship yet,

“You’re being such a good little puppy, Harry, just a few more minutes of this and then I’ll give you a treat” Jay praised, running his rough hands over the pirates pale ass, his nails pressing ever so slightly as he moved, making the desperate dog buck hard against the toy, forcing it deeper inside then it had originally been, hitting the bundle of nerves that caused Harry’s mind to break just a little more,

“J-Jay, please, I can’t t-take this” he whined, hands gripped tightly into fists behind him as he panted hard on the bed, “I-I need to cum … p-please” he begged and Jay could just about see the desperation on the boys face, the watering eyes and drool that were running down onto the pillow, he could see just how close Harry truly was but could never reach,

“I don’t know, Hook, I heard please but I don’t think you truly want it” Jay taunted, continuing to fuck the toy deep inside the poor pirates ass, his movements slow but hard, forcing the others dick to rock harshly against the scratchy material of the bed underneath.

Harry tried, oh did he try, he bit his lip and willed himself to last, refusing to fully be under the command of his enemy, he knew he was broken, he knew he hadn’t won but he wasn’t about to beg like the whore Jay wanted him to be but when the right spot was hit, over and over and over, he couldn’t hold back, he had fallen and he was too far gone to be save. The pirate forced his ass up as best he could, pushing himself back against the toy and practically screamed out,

“F-Fuck me, Master, I can’t take it, I-I need your c-cock inside me, I want you t-to fuck me like I’m n-nothing but a s-slut, p-please … I’m yours…” those words, the one-time promise, it was enough for Jay to pull the toy from Harry’s ass, tossing it away with a thud against the floor as he grabbed the bottle of lube, coating himself with as much as he knew the poor little submissive dog would need,

“Good boy” he growled, his voice low and gravely as he grabbed the boys abused body, gripping tightly with one hand and directing himself with the other, placing the tip against the used hole but refusing to move an inch until he could hear the pirates’ tiny whines and whimpers, the unspoken pleas to be fucked hard into the mattress, “Remember the safe word?” he asked quickly, knowing that once he was in, he wasn’t stopping,

“M-Mal” a tiny, breathless voice whispered with something hiding behind the words, a small amount of hope that he had said the correct thing and to his relief and pleasure, he knew he had when he felt the very large tip slowly push into him, it took him a moment to really come down from the shock of how big it was but when he felt more and more inside him, the higher his orgasm built, waiting to be allowed the release he desperately needed.

Time froze as Jay eased himself inside the pirate, each inch that was sheathed caused the poor genie to think of something that would hold him off just a little while longer, the tightness was incredible and the heat was like nothing he had ever felt before, honestly, he didn’t think he could ever go back to his own hand after this. Neither one of them truly noticed how much had been put inside Harry until the boy screamed in pleasure, pulling against the leash, and forcing himself back, Jay finally looked down to see he was balls deep inside the pirate, every single inch of him were being squeezed by the boy underneath him and if it wasn’t for the pleas and obvious movements of said boy, he would have stayed like that until he had really soaked up the feeling.

In the boys mind, there could be nothing better than the feeling they had just experienced but the moment Jay pulled out almost all the way and slammed in was nothing like they could even describe, the pirate was a mess already, his words no longer coherent and the genie was trying so hard to hold back from just pound the sweet little ass in front of him, he knew they needed to get used to it before anything really started, he had prepared Harry well enough but there was only so much this pirate could take.

So that is how they continued for a few minutes, sharp but spaced-out thrusts, the hands that gripped onto Harry’s bruised hips were close to breaking something as Harry himself moaned and begged the collar only allowing a small number of movements, sending more shockwaves of pleasure into the already close to exploding boy’s body,

“J-Jay … N-Need … H-Harder …” each word that left the pirates mouth were very much slurred, but it seemed that he had truly prepared the boy for what was about to come as Jay pulled out, needing to reposition them before he could truly make the boy scream. Harry’s hips were forced up, his knees being placed on the bed as his body was pushed forward so the spread bar could be made longer making sure that Harry was now on all fours, on the bed, spread open and ready for his first and probably best fuck of his life,

“I’m going to enjoy this, be a good boy and I promise, I’ll let you cum” he explained as he stood behind him, moving his hands back to the very established bruises where his fingers were and thrust back in, hearing the pirate underneath him scream in pleasure and unable to stop as Jay lost himself, pounding into his ass with the stamina of a beast, the thrusts were hard, fast and brutal, the noises were obscene and pornographic, he pleasure was intense and there was no way on earth he was going to be stopping any time soon even as the other one cried out, begging to cum, begging for his ‘master’ to cum inside him, he just continued, he had been holding back and he wanted to feel the tightness around him just a little longer, he could only think what the feeling would be like once he did allow the young pirate to release and the idea along was enough to stretch the knot inside him to it almost breaking point, he wasn’t going to last any longer and he knew it.

With an angry growl and quick movements, he reached his arm around the boy below him, grabbing a hold of the throbbing cock that was threatening to explode with a smirk, he hadn’t realised just how true the pirates’ desperate pleas had been,

“You really do need to cum don’t you? W-Well … since you’ve been a good boy, I’ll l-let you but just know … I would have forced you to be my t-toy longer if you weren’t about to make me cum inside you, whore” he snarled, reaching with his other hand to grab Harry’s hair, forcing his head back as much as the lead would allow as he unclasped the cock ring, allowing it to fall off which seemed to be exactly what the poor pirate needed as with some more hard thrusts and the fact that Jay was using his hair as leverage instead of his hips, Harry came and he came hard.

With a scream that left the poor pirates voice hoarse and a few brutal thrusts against his prostate, thick white streams of cum shot from the swollen dick, coating the young hooks chest, pillow and the mattress in hot cum, his ass tightening as his orgasm coursed through his body, causing Harry to slump against the bed, biting hard on the pillow, not caring that he had just covered it in his own juices as he tried to get himself through the most intense orgasm he had ever or will ever feel again.

Jay, on the other hand, was trapped, his throbbing dick being constricted like a snake by the boy underneath him, it was almost impossible for him to even move but that was all it took as he forced himself as deep as he possibly could, accidently pressing roughly against Harry’s prostate again as he finally exploded, coating the insides of the still orgasming pirate only coaxing a longer and possible more intense climax which only earned the young genie the pleasure of feeling himself being milked of everything he could give.

The blissful feeling of riding high in orgasm was leaving Jay shaking slightly as well as exhausted, everything about this was a feeling he wasn’t going to be forgetting for a long time but soon, he could feel himself drifting back down into reality and it seemed to be enough to truly wake him from his trance as he felt the body underneath him, who had been screaming for more, completely slump against the bed, panting and trembling. Unfortunately, Jay wasn’t the only one going through the best high of his life, as the now passed out pirate proved, the poor boy had been experiencing such an intense and earth-shattering orgasm, maybe multiple from the looks of the bedding, that he was now completely dead to the world and, even if Jay would never admit it, he was kind of adorable to look at.

Jay carefully, and with a little bit of resistance from Harry’s tight ass, pulled out, leaving the pirates hole dripping with fresh cum, thoroughly fucked and full of his seed, he was half tempted to just leave him there and kick him out once he woke but the moment he laid eyes on the bruises on his hips and the tears still wet on his face, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

It took him a few moments to find what he needed and make sure everything was clean enough as well as clean himself before he carefully unstrapped the bar, collar and cuffs, laying the pirate as carefully as he could on the cleaner end of the bed before getting to work. With cloth in hand and a bit of what he hoped to be ointment, the genie carefully wiped Harry clean, getting rid of as much as his salty cum from his chest and ass.

The poor boy whimpered as the unintentional teasing of his used hole but luckily, he didn’t wake, especially when pressure was applied to his very bruised wrists, neck and hips as the ointment was rubbed into his skin, it wasn’t very often that Jay took care of someone who wasn’t himself or part of Mal’s gang but he thought that this would be the one and only occasion that he did. Once he had finally treated the young hook and cleaned the bed as much as possible, he allowed the pirate to sleep as he dressed and left to finish any chores he probably should have done earlier, at least so his dad didn’t kill him when he finally did come back.

It was hours before the pirate stirred, groaning at the aches in his joints and the sharp pain in his backside but he didn’t really think much of it until his eyes finally opened and he took in the surrounding area, it definitely wasn’t his room at his da’s home and it certainly wasn’t the cabin on Uma’s ship. It sat up quickly, reaching to try and get to his weapon before he could be attacked but the pain in his body as well as the fact, that he now just realised, he was naked, quickly stopped him in his tracks,

“S-Shit …” he growled as he covered himself up, trying to regain his memory of what happened, his brain was groggy and it felt like it had been taken, shaken around, squished and put back in place, it seemed like everything was still quite fuzzy and it didn’t seem like there was anything around the room that could help him, well, until Jay shuffled back into the room,

“Oh, you’re finally awake?” he asked with a smirk as he leaned back against the door, “I was wondering when you would be getting up, my dad’s back so you might not want to stay for too much longer” he explained as he moved across the room to grab the pirates clothes, “here, so you’re not searching for them” he handed them to the boy before sitting down on a unstable chair across the room, looking anywhere but Harry,

“Thanks for the notice but … could ye tell me what the fuck happened?” he asked as he slowly and with a few winces started dressing himself, he was expecting his enemy to tell him that he had kidnapped him or had found him after a fight but he wasn’t expecting the smirk and a very familiar piece of fabric to be brought out of a box, hanging on one of Jay’s fingers, “Oh … fuck …” the pirate mumbled as the memories of their little ‘adventure’ came back to him, the reason why his neck ached and their were bruises around his wrists, the reason why his dick felt sore and his ass felt like it had been ripped open, the reason why he was even in Jay’s room in the first place, “Ah, that does explain a lot …” he stated as he finally pulled on his shoes, tying them up tight before standing, if it wasn’t for the keen eyes genie boy, he would definitely have landing on the floor with how shaky his legs were,

“Careful Hook, you were only pounded into the mattress like an hour or so ago, I doubt you’re fully recovered yet, take it easy” he demanded as he stood the young pirate straight, it was then they realised how close they were and looked away a bit awkwardly, “So … that was a one-time thing … right?” Jay asked as he helped Harry keep his balance so he could grab the boys hook from the doorhandle, placing it on his belt like he had sometimes seen him do himself,

“Erm, ye’, one time thing …” he mumbled as he pushed away from the genie, stumbling to the window and throwing one leg over the wall, looking around before seeing a safe place to grab onto to leave, “it was fun though …” Harry mentioned, turning back to the other who was standing a little closer, hands in his pockets and a little frown on his face,

“Yeah, it was …” Jay reluctantly replied as if he didn’t want to admit that this was it, this was the only time he could do this, he did have fun and he would be happy to say it to anyone who asked but it had been too much fun, he didn’t think anyone else could match up to this. His thoughts were broken when his shirt was grabbed by a large hand, dragging him close to the window and against the awaiting pirate, lips pressed against his in a strangely passionate kiss before being pushed away,

“See ye’ around Jay” Harry whispered as he started climbing shakily down the side of the house before pausing, “Oh, by the way, couldn’t find me underwear so … I guess I’ll have to come back and get them … same time next week works for me” he stated with a smirk as he finished climbing down and ran off into the darkness of the alleys.

Jay couldn’t hide the smile that had been forced on their, along with the small blush that coated his cheeks as he turned away from the window only to spot Harry’s very ‘lost’ underwear placed neatly and folded on the bed where he had sat, knowing for a fact that the pirate was wanting this again just as much as he did.

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Hi, what do you think of the metaz by the tumblr user pikahlua? I have read some of their metas and many of their predictions of the plot came true, and their metas are details as well.

Hi, anon, its been a while here ^^.

Um, first of all, whenever i wanna read BNHA meta, i search it in Tumblr randomly. Because y'know, anyone can write good meta even they didnt write it before. Because there is always someone who will see things that we yet to see. This is why i (most of the time) read other people's points too, that also help me to write my analysis, it helps me to clear my thoughts up better. Thats why i dont usually look one specific person's analysis.

But now you mention it, i check the name of the user (Hi to @pikahlua). I think i also read some of their metas and theories. I find some of their metas interesting such as this. Since they write a lot of things, i dont know which one that you would like me to talk about. (Also BNHA is big fandom, there are so many metas/analsis etc, its hard to check/remember them all). But i can tell a few things about my thoughts generally and about latests chapters. I am not really Bakugou fan, i think he is wasted as a character and i dont ship him with Deku (or others) either. I am not really enjoying of recent chapters and especially that hearth surgery or whatever it is, i personally didnt like how its written, cant wait to see Shigaraki-Deku-others and how things will continue : )), this is how i generally think right now but anyway, i hope author has big plans and use his characters best possible way ever.

Hope you got your answer ^^.