#no but seriously is his beak down there? is his pussy? are they both down there??

[nahare-shin]

My current most controversial take

This? Is not his swim form.

What do I mean by that? Am I crazy? Let’s take a look.

Here’s a player Octoling swim form.

Here’s a rival Octoling/Octazon swim form.

The latter is probably more accurate to what he is based in part on the eye color there and the fact just most Octolings in the army there are Octazons rather than the smaller, player-type Octoling (which I refer to as ringed Octolings because of their iridescent ring patterns on their tentacles but this isn’t about my head canon the player Octolings are small because they’re based on blue-ringed octopuses while Octazons are giant pacific octopuses, THAT would be a separate post). An argument could be made that he looks more like the player Octoling swim form because his tentacles have a paler ventral side and the tentacles are much larger in general, but we’ll get there.

Anyway, in either case, notice anything?

His suction cups are on the dorsal side of the tentacle while the player swim form has suction cups on the ventral side (sorry Octazons, your swim form doesn’t have suction cups at all so you don’t get to be here for this). Octavio’s suction cups are in the same orientation as an Octoling in their Octoling form.

This alone is enough to be suspicious, but there’s more.

Size inconsistencies aside, no matter where or how you look at this, he’s big. His sizes range from about 5-8 feet. Since it’s a 3D model rather than 2D, this sizing choice is intentional and deliberate, so his size is likely a variable (which is fair since octopuses in real life do puff up to scare off foes by appearing much larger and more threatening than they really are). Swim forms for everyone else are typically a bit smaller than their turfling forms, so unless Octavio’s Octoling form is in the ballpark of 8’6”, I’m thinking something else is going on here.

Personally, my theory is that this is a stage somewhere in-between swim and octoling form. We know from the art book and a few interviews that canon Octavio cannot return to his Octoling form because he was too badly injured in the great turf war to maintain that form, it could be that this is just the closest he can still get. So he’s about the same size as his Octoling form (unless he’s being a dramatic puffed up cat about it and wants to look big huge), or at least as close to that as he can get, and he has a few traits like his tentacles being more dexterous and being used more akin to arms and legs, but just looks like an octopus.

Anyway tune in next time when we try to figure out if his mouth in that halfway form is beneath his crossed arms or between his “legs” because I gotta say I have bad feelings about that and don’t want an answer.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa 

 Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them. 

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over. 

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception. 

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.

[bunnys-fics]

I may have had a little to much fun with this one👉👈 

paring-tokoyami x reader

“Guys you can’t seriously think that Tokoyami has had a girlfriend this entire time!”

The small group of friends had been bickering back and forth because a lurking Mineta had spotted someone leaving Hawks agency with Tokoyami. Though it did now make sense why he seemed so offended when they tried to set him up with other pro’s.

“We shouldn’t be messing around with his personal life,” an annoyed Izuku huffed.

“C’mon Mido..you gotta be a little bit curious??”

“Why don’t we just ask the dumbass then?”

Tokoyami’s room “My pretty little empress seems like you are coming apart at the seams.”

“Yami she's clearly too blissed-out to even talk right now,” a practically glowing dark shadow squawked.

“She can never seem to resist the both of us huh?”

Despite what many people tended to think about your boyfriend, he was, in fact, a jealous little bird. Although his jealousy tended to lash out more after you started to regularly visit his agency and become acquainted with his rather flirty mentor.

“My queen, each time Dark Shadow lands a hit on these pretty little cheeks of your I better hear your voice.”

“Since people clearly can’t understand that you clearly belong to me.”

You slightly glance up at him before seeing a harsh stare and his feather-ruffling with agitation. He breaks eye contact before landing a smack of your practically slippery cunt.

“It seems like you enjoy my darkness little one!”

“Of course she does, her eyes are practically begging for our touch.”

“What a messy little fucking slut..always enjoying when I break your mind and destroy this little body.”

They both begin to land harsh hits on your body and leave pretty little marks all down your skin. However, suddenly they both stop causing a whine to leave your mouth and the droll coming down your chin to be more noticeable to the pair.

“Wait….why’d you stop?” “My little shadow..do you not want my cock buried in that puffy little pussy of yours.” “Yami..please I wanna be your pretty little empress.” “Address me properly little one.” “My god..please use my body how you please!” “What an obedient and devoted little subject.”

A predatory look immediately seeped into his eyes before immediately snatching you up and hovering you over his cock. He snatched your cheeks within his fingers before slamming inside of you, causing a sequel to escape your mouth.

“Thank you, my god.” “My pretty little darkness, I'm gonna make sure to paint your insides with my cum do everyone know who you belong to?” “Wannabe bred by you, my king” “My pretty little fucking cum dump… always begging so pretty and letting me have control over action you do...gonna make sure to get that pretty little stomach of your swollen from my load.”

The praise spilling from your tongue only grew into whines as Dark Shadow began to play with your nipples and nip gently along your body. The only sound that could be heard around the room was your cunt desperately trying to clamp down on his length.

“Is my pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock and make sure to keep my load nicely inside of her.”

“I love how much you twitch and try to cling down on my love...are you really that desperate to have my cock in you forever?”

Whines left your throat before he began to choke you and demanding an answer, “you better do exactly what I say and not let a fucking drop go to waste.”

The stimulation of both Yami and Dark Shadow became too much and you were quickly meeting your end with words of encouragement from both of them...

“Such a pretty little slut that's becoming but a babbling mess.” “Dark Shadow make sure you mark up our little toy.” “Of course Yami..gonna make sure she doesn't forget who she belongs to.” “Now my little empress you better make a big mess and show your god just how much you enjoy fucking your pathetic body!” “Gonna make you swollen with my young and a pretty little housewife.”

The coil in your stomach immediately snapped and you clenched down harshly on his cock. Then suddenly you could feel yourself being bitten harshly on the neck and filled up.

“I hope that my darkness didn't scare you.”

Without any hesitation you lean over and place kisses on both his and Dark Shadows beak before reassuring him, “nope Yami.. you know that I love you both so much.”

Before you both could get another word in suddenly a loud bang was heard from the other side of the door and loud shouting followed..

“Dude I didn’t know that Tokoyami was such a fucking freak in bed!”

“Told you guys to mind your business!”

[fanficshiddles]

You owe me, Chapter 14

When Loki opened the boot at night time, he got the hardest glare he had ever seen from a woman. If looks could kill, he would have definitely fell to the ground in a heap right there and then.

She was furious.

Loki just grinned cheekily as he reached in and untied her wrists. He was actually quite surprised she hadn’t managed to get out of them herself. Then again, he was very good with his knot work. Making even a simple tie difficult to get out of.

He folded his arms over his chest, knowing he was about to get a good mouthful from her. And he certainly wasn’t disappointed.

‘YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU LOCK ME IN THE BOOT FOR HOURS! YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING CUNT ASSHOLE DICKHEAD!’ She threw every word she could at him as she scrambled out of the boot.

But because she was naked, it was difficult for him to take her seriously. He just smiled at her sweetly when she attempted to get into his space and make herself taller by going up on her tiptoes.

‘Aww. You are so cure when you’re angry.’ He said mockingly and tickled under her chin.

That was it for her. Her eyes went ablaze with rage.

She launched at him, went straight for his face with her nails and attempted to kick him in the junk. But he was too quick and managed to grab her arm and twist her around before then pushing her against the nearest wall and pinning her there, her cheek squashed firmly against it.

He leaned in so his breath was against her ear. ‘You need to learn your place and calm down.’ He growled.

‘Fuck off.’ She hissed back at him.

Loki turned her around and wrapped a hand around her neck, pressing her back against the wall. Even when she grabbed his forearm and tried digging her nails into his skin, he didn’t even flinch.

April let out a squeak when his other hand was shoved roughly between her legs. He pinched her inner thigh that made her unwillingly spread her legs open further for him.

‘I hate you!’ She snapped at him and tried spitting at him, but she missed.

‘You still haven’t learnt your lesson.’ He snarled, tightening his grip around her throat as he slapped her cunt twice, making her body jerk and she cried out.

When Loki then cupped her cunt, he wasn’t overly surprised to find her becoming aroused. He slid his fingers through her folds, momentarily rubbing across her clit before then shoving two up inside her.

She tried to go up on her tiptoes to get his fingers away from her, but he kept moving with her and gave her throat more warning squeezes, making her struggle to breathe and her grip on his arm started to loosen greatly.

‘I WILL have obedience from you.’ Loki demanded as he then forced a third finger up into her channel, forcing them as deep as they could go.

‘F… fuck off.’ She managed to gasp out.

Loki released her neck for a split second and pulled his hand back only an inch, to then push hard again to knock her head slightly against the wall. His grip tightened instantly and she started to black out a little, but he kept her just on the brink.

‘I’m knuckle deep in your pussy. Do you really think this is the best time to be snapping back at me?’ He rumbled, his nose scrunched up as he struggled to keep his own emotions in check.

She said nothing. Not that she could have said anything even if she wanted to, because of his grip around her neck.

Loki curled his fingers against her g spot and rubbed hard for a few seconds until she was close to coming. Then he pulled out, and he felt her sag against the wall, leaning even more into his hands.

But then her entire body was alight and on edge again when he made his hand into a duck’s beak type of shape and forced his entire hand inside of her.

Her eyes went wide, almost popping out of their sockets. He pushed up as far as he could go, until his wrist was at her entrance. He could feel her contracting around him, trying to get used to the large and weird shape inside her.

‘Fffffuuuck.’ She managed to say, garbled.

Loki smirked as he wiggled his fingers inside her and then started pulling back very slightly, to thrust in again.

When he made her come, with such a powerful orgasm, she forgot all about being pissed off with him. Loki felt so smug when he saw the light disappear in her eyes, replaced with a kind of fog look as she came and spasmed around his hand. He moaned at the feeling of her coming on his hand, feeling every contraction and the sudden rush of extra wetness over him.

She was completely limp when he slowly pulled his hand out of her, it was soaking. He released her neck and she slid down to the floor in a complete pile of goo.

Afterwards, April decided not to say anything about being locked in the boot. Realising she wouldn’t win anyway, because he would just inflict pain or pleasure, or both, upon her again. Not that she would complain really…

For the following days, she fell into the same routine sleeping wise as Loki did. It was better, because then when they were awake during the night they could wander around the boat, use the bathroom and get a proper hot meal too. Most of the time was spent having sex, the container reeked of it almost all the time.

The two were leaning on the bars at the front of the boat, looking up at the stars in the night sky. The sea was pretty calm tonight, compared to the previous night that had been quite rocky.

‘Have you seen the film, Titanic?’ April asked with a smirk as she climbed up onto the bars right at the front peak, making Loki’s eyes widen as he grabbed her wrist.

‘No. Get down.’ He hissed.

‘Relax, Loks. And how have you not seen Titanic?’ She looked at him with wide eyes.

‘I don’t have time to watch films.’ He grumbled and rolled his eyes.

‘You’re such a bore. Come on, join me and put your hands out like this.’ She snatched her wrist back from him and climbed up onto the next bar, making Loki’s nerves waver even more, then she stretched her arms out and laughed.

Loki knew exactly what she was copying, because of course he knew of it. He had just never taken the time to watch the film.

‘Get down, April. It’s not a good idea.’

‘Come on! Lighten up a little. Just do this, for me. Come on!’ She looked round and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Loki rolled his eyes and sighed. But then he gave in. He climbed up on the bars too, his legs spread out at either side of hers. Then he reached out with his arms too, copying her.

April started laughing as the wind whipped at them. She felt free, the way the water was lashing around at the front of the boat as they sped along. The wind was whipping her hair back, right into Loki’s face. Who wasn’t feeling quite so free like she was, as he kept getting mouthfuls of her hair.

He climbed back down and gripped her hips, pulling her off the bars and down on the deck with him.

‘Alright, you’ve had your fun. Come on, let’s get back to the container before the Captain wakes up and starts his shift.’ He said firmly and dragged her back to the container.

But April was starting to get bored again. Even though they mainly slept through the day, they were struggling as they weren’t doing much during the night so weren’t tired.

Loki had some books with him that he read. But April wasn’t into reading. She was used to doing things. So when she started sneaking out during the day, that’s when Loki started getting worried and pissed off.

He’d woken up in the middle of the day to no sign of her. When she eventually returned, she had stolen some bottles of whiskey.

Loki was furious, but she was drunk. So there was no reasoning with her. He was so tempted to lock her in the boot again, but decided against it in-case she was sick.

‘You’re going to get us caught and killed.’ He hissed at her and had to physically restrain her with his arms around her to keep her in bed, hoping she would pass out and sleep.

‘Awww come on, Loks. Have a bit o fun and looooosen up!’ She giggled.

‘Go to sleep.’ He growled and made sure his arms were clamped tight around her.

Loki woke up to the sound of an alarm going off on the boat. There was no sign of April inside the container, so he rushed outside to find a bunch of men surrounding her. She had been causing chaos on the deck in her boredom.

‘Shit!’ He hissed.

‘There he is! Get him!’ The Captain shouted and pointed at Loki.

Loki started running, and using his throwing knives he was able to take out a few of the men so he could reach April. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, because she was being a brat again and seemed determined not to move for some reason.

He ran towards the back of the ship, a bunch of crew still following them. The Captain barking orders at them all.

Loki skidded to a halt when he came across the life boats. He glanced back at the men, then tossed April into one of the boats as he made a split-second decision. He jumped in too and didn’t have time to winch them down carefully, so he used his daggers to cut the ropes at both sides of the boat, making sure to try and do them at the same time so they would land ok in the water.

Luckily, they did.

Loki grabbed the paddles and started rowing away from the ship, so they were safe. April was leaning over the side of the boat, groaning because she felt sick.

‘Don’t you dare puke in this boat.’ Loki said in warning.

He just received a middle finger in response.

Loki looked around them, he couldn’t believe they were stuck in the middle of the ocean. On a tiny lifeboat… No food or water with them at all.  

‘Well, this is just great.’ He grumbled.

Loki sat up with a start, his forehead slightly sweaty. He looked around, relieved to see he was still on the ship, inside the container. And luckily, April was sound asleep next to him.

But he decided he was definitely going to need to keep her on a tight leash for the last few days.

They were so close. He couldn’t allow her to lose control and slip up now.

There was far too much at stake.

[imagine-loki]

You owe me, Chapter 14

TITLE: You owe me CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M

When Loki opened the boot at night time, he got the hardest glare he had ever seen from a woman. If looks could kill, he would have definitely fell to the ground in a heap right there and then.

She was furious.

Loki just grinned cheekily as he reached in and untied her wrists. He was actually quite surprised she hadn’t managed to get out of them herself. Then again, he was very good with his knot work. Making even a simple tie difficult to get out of.

He folded his arms over his chest, knowing he was about to get a good mouthful from her. And he certainly wasn’t disappointed.

‘YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU LOCK ME IN THE BOOT FOR HOURS! YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING CUNT ASSHOLE DICKHEAD!’ She threw every word she could at him as she scrambled out of the boot.

But because she was naked, it was difficult for him to take her seriously. He just smiled at her sweetly when she attempted to get into his space and make herself taller by going up on her tiptoes.

‘Aww. You are so cure when you’re angry.’ He said mockingly and tickled under her chin.

That was it for her. Her eyes went ablaze with rage.

She launched at him, went straight for his face with her nails and attempted to kick him in the junk. But he was too quick and managed to grab her arm and twist her around before then pushing her against the nearest wall and pinning her there, her cheek squashed firmly against it.

He leaned in so his breath was against her ear. ‘You need to learn your place and calm down.’ He growled.

‘Fuck off.’ She hissed back at him.

Loki turned her around and wrapped a hand around her neck, pressing her back against the wall. Even when she grabbed his forearm and tried digging her nails into his skin, he didn’t even flinch.

April let out a squeak when his other hand was shoved roughly between her legs. He pinched her inner thigh that made her unwillingly spread her legs open further for him.

‘I hate you!’ She snapped at him and tried spitting at him, but she missed.

‘You still haven’t learnt your lesson.’ He snarled, tightening his grip around her throat as he slapped her cunt twice, making her body jerk and she cried out.

When Loki then cupped her cunt, he wasn’t overly surprised to find her becoming aroused. He slid his fingers through her folds, momentarily rubbing across her clit before then shoving two up inside her.

She tried to go up on her tiptoes to get his fingers away from her, but he kept moving with her and gave her throat more warning squeezes, making her struggle to breathe and her grip on his arm started to loosen greatly.

‘I WILL have obedience from you.’ Loki demanded as he then forced a third finger up into her channel, forcing them as deep as they could go.

‘F… fuck off.’ She managed to gasp out.

Loki released her neck for a split second and pulled his hand back only an inch, to then push hard again to knock her head slightly against the wall. His grip tightened instantly and she started to black out a little, but he kept her just on the brink.

‘I’m knuckle deep in your pussy. Do you really think this is the best time to be snapping back at me?’ He rumbled, his nose scrunched up as he struggled to keep his own emotions in check.

She said nothing. Not that she could have said anything even if she wanted to, because of his grip around her neck.

Loki curled his fingers against her g spot and rubbed hard for a few seconds until she was close to coming. Then he pulled out, and he felt her sag against the wall, leaning even more into his hands.

But then her entire body was alight and on edge again when he made his hand into a duck’s beak type of shape and forced his entire hand inside of her.

Her eyes went wide, almost popping out of their sockets. He pushed up as far as he could go, until his wrist was at her entrance. He could feel her contracting around him, trying to get used to the large and weird shape inside her.

‘Fffffuuuck.’ She managed to say, garbled.

Loki smirked as he wiggled his fingers inside her and then started pulling back very slightly, to thrust in again.

When he made her come, with such a powerful orgasm, she forgot all about being pissed off with him. Loki felt so smug when he saw the light disappear in her eyes, replaced with a kind of fog look as she came and spasmed around his hand. He moaned at the feeling of her coming on his hand, feeling every contraction and the sudden rush of extra wetness over him.

She was completely limp when he slowly pulled his hand out of her, it was soaking. He released her neck and she slid down to the floor in a complete pile of goo.

Afterwards, April decided not to say anything about being locked in the boot. Realising she wouldn’t win anyway, because he would just inflict pain or pleasure, or both, upon her again. Not that she would complain really…

For the following days, she fell into the same routine sleeping wise as Loki did. It was better, because then when they were awake during the night they could wander around the boat, use the bathroom and get a proper hot meal too. Most of the time was spent having sex, the container reeked of it almost all the time.

The two were leaning on the bars at the front of the boat, looking up at the stars in the night sky. The sea was pretty calm tonight, compared to the previous night that had been quite rocky.

‘Have you seen the film, Titanic?’ April asked with a smirk as she climbed up onto the bars right at the front peak, making Loki’s eyes widen as he grabbed her wrist.

‘No. Get down.’ He hissed.

‘Relax, Loks. And how have you not seen Titanic?’ She looked at him with wide eyes.

‘I don’t have time to watch films.’ He grumbled and rolled his eyes.

‘You’re such a bore. Come on, join me and put your hands out like this.’ She snatched her wrist back from him and climbed up onto the next bar, making Loki’s nerves waver even more, then she stretched her arms out and laughed.

Loki knew exactly what she was copying, because of course he knew of it. He had just never taken the time to watch the film.

‘Get down, April. It’s not a good idea.’

‘Come on! Lighten up a little. Just do this, for me. Come on!’ She looked round and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Loki rolled his eyes and sighed. But then he gave in. He climbed up on the bars too, his legs spread out at either side of hers. Then he reached out with his arms too, copying her.

April started laughing as the wind whipped at them. She felt free, the way the water was lashing around at the front of the boat as they sped along. The wind was whipping her hair back, right into Loki’s face. Who wasn’t feeling quite so free like she was, as he kept getting mouthfuls of her hair.

He climbed back down and gripped her hips, pulling her off the bars and down on the deck with him.

‘Alright, you’ve had your fun. Come on, let’s get back to the container before the Captain wakes up and starts his shift.’ He said firmly and dragged her back to the container.

But April was starting to get bored again. Even though they mainly slept through the day, they were struggling as they weren’t doing much during the night so weren’t tired.

Loki had some books with him that he read. But April wasn’t into reading. She was used to doing things. So when she started sneaking out during the day, that’s when Loki started getting worried and pissed off.

He’d woken up in the middle of the day to no sign of her. When she eventually returned, she had stolen some bottles of whiskey.

Loki was furious, but she was drunk. So there was no reasoning with her. He was so tempted to lock her in the boot again, but decided against it in-case she was sick.

‘You’re going to get us caught and killed.’ He hissed at her and had to physically restrain her with his arms around her to keep her in bed, hoping she would pass out and sleep.

‘Awww come on, Loks. Have a bit o fun and looooosen up!’ She giggled.

‘Go to sleep.’ He growled and made sure his arms were clamped tight around her.

Loki woke up to the sound of an alarm going off on the boat. There was no sign of April inside the container, so he rushed outside to find a bunch of men surrounding her. She had been causing chaos on the deck in her boredom.

‘Shit!’ He hissed.

‘There he is! Get him!’ The Captain shouted and pointed at Loki.

Loki started running, and using his throwing knives he was able to take out a few of the men so he could reach April. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, because she was being a brat again and seemed determined not to move for some reason.

He ran towards the back of the ship, a bunch of crew still following them. The Captain barking orders at them all.

Loki skidded to a halt when he came across the life boats. He glanced back at the men, then tossed April into one of the boats as he made a split-second decision. He jumped in too and didn’t have time to winch them down carefully, so he used his daggers to cut the ropes at both sides of the boat, making sure to try and do them at the same time so they would land ok in the water.

Luckily, they did.

Loki grabbed the paddles and started rowing away from the ship, so they were safe. April was leaning over the side of the boat, groaning because she felt sick.

‘Don’t you dare puke in this boat.’ Loki said in warning.

He just received a middle finger in response.

Loki looked around them, he couldn’t believe they were stuck in the middle of the ocean. On a tiny lifeboat… No food or water with them at all.  

‘Well, this is just great.’ He grumbled.

Loki sat up with a start, his forehead slightly sweaty. He looked around, relieved to see he was still on the ship, inside the container. And luckily, April was sound asleep next to him.

But he decided he was definitely going to need to keep her on a tight leash for the last few days.

They were so close. He couldn’t allow her to lose control and slip up now.

There was far too much at stake.

[kingesstropolis]

Blabbering about the March on Seattle and pics below the cut!

I meant to do this like an hour ago, but all the talk about the marches on FB got one of my conservative friends leaving obnoxious comments on all my posts and I had to deal with that. But that’s over and now I can bask in the awesomeness that was the march with people who won’t tell me that they hope Trump will do some good in the next four years even if he is a little vulgar. *headdesk*

ANYWAY.

So I don’t think there’s an official count yet on how many were at the Seattle March, but I heard on the bus home that it was around 130K? (That number could be totally wrong but it feels right.) They were only expecting around 50K, so it’s cool that the crowd was soooo much bigger. Unfortunately, since the crowd was so big I had trouble hearing the speakers at the rally before the march. And since I was trying to manage a nine month old during the march, me and my husband shuffled past the soapbox speakers on the march route instead of listening, but I’m sure they were great.

So. Pictures.

So these are a couple of people hopping the median that divided the path up to the park/rallying point from the highway. Traffic was so backed up that these people would have missed the kick off rally. Watching people join the fray like this was a good way to set the tone of the event for me. People were so eager to be there!

So these are pictures from the rally before the march. I was amazed at how many people were walking up to the park--and then I had to recant that amazement when I saw how many people were already at the park omg. That second picture? Imagine you’re surrounded by that in every direction. 

You would think that this was a picture of the march, yes? People milling around, lots of protest signs, etc. But no. We spent about 90 minutes shuffling up this side road from the park to the main march route. (Thankfully the pace of the actual march was much quicker than this shuffling, because otherwise I would have bailed.) Also featured: my husband in the green hoodie just to my left (he tried his damnedest to avoid ending up in my pictures) and my pussyhat, which I spent all day yesterday knitting. My hands are still a little cramped from the binge knit session.

This was the beginning(ish) of the actual route, which was about 3.6 miles. I hope you get a sense of the crowd from the pictures, and I have to tell you it was absolutely wild to be surrounded by so many people and knowing that we were united by a common goal--or rather many common goals. People had signs for all sorts of favorite causes from climate change and reproductive rights to LGBT rights and anti-Betsy Devos. (Devos was personally called out second only to Trump himself.)

Also bonus pic of the husband and the baby. (I deliberately chose a bad picture of the baby because it’s the internet and her face doesn’t need to be plastered everywhere.) She was a champ on the march, managing to take two naps even with all the ruckus. Plus everyone loved her and kept telling me she had the prettiest eyes they’d ever seen. Okay. Done bragging about my kid.

Other notable things about the march in no particular order: -once we got to the main route, it took us about two hours to finish (which included a nice little break to feed the baby and such), but since we had the rally and the 90 minutes of shuffling beforehand, it felt like we were there FOREVER

-the old ladies--sooooo many older women with signs that said things like “We really have to march for this again?” and who just didn’t take any crap from anyone. They were amazing--and they were also super helpful to me and the other women with strollers and babies/young kids. On each bus ride, I had older women give up their seats so I could sit with the baby, each one assuring me that they’d been there and they knew how hard it was to juggle a baby on a trip and then helping me with the stroller afterward. Gold star for them.

-the young girls! Ten and twelve year olds marching alongside their mothers and aunts and sisters! The next generation is going to be awesome, you guys!

-I loved seeing the signs and seeing what people were marching for. Seriously, I think every progressive issue was covered. Lots of BLM signs and LGBT rights and sooooo many reproductive rights posters. Climate change and immigration and refugees. I’m sure there was someone in that crowd that I’d disagree with, but the stuff we had in common outweighed all of it.

-There were two instances of counter-protesting that I saw. Some of your generic “Jesus calls you to repentance!” stuff and also a loud anti-choice protester with a giant poster of a fetus (which read, “Am I not human?” and I just...fetuses look like little aliens so idk what that poster is trying to communicate.) A pro-choice marcher kept standing in front of the anti-choice guy, holding her sign in front of his to block him from the marchers. She was aided by a very boisterous man with a giant Bi Pride flag.

-on a related note, I think one of the Jesus posters was like “Jesus died on the cross for you” and I think it was supposed to...shame people into feeling bad? Idk. But I was super confused because I am Christian and my religious beliefs are actually a large motivating factor in my political ones so I saw that sign and was just like “...and?”

-Stand out signs: “Impeach Putin’s Puppet” (nice alliteration), “Trump, I’d call you a c*nt, but you lack both warmth and depth” (omg the vagina innuendo), “Our daughters deserve the rights our mothers fought for” (succinctly summarizing one reason why I marched), and every single sign with a pussy pun, particularly those that used a picture of a cat instead of the word pussy because I’m a sucker for visual puns. (Also the pictures of cats were always black cats and I’m partial to black cats.) 

-Special mention to the plethora of signs about Trump’s tiny hands (at one point we even chanted “Hey hey, ho ho, Tiny Hands has got to go.”) As much as I enjoyed them, my husband felt that we were stooping to a low level to mock something like his hands/his appearance instead of his political positions. My husband is often a better person than I am.

-We stopped in front of city hall because there was a large open area with maybe a dozen or so people taking a beak and eating lunch and I needed to feed the baby. As I’m nursing the baby, some dickweed came over to the women sitting next to me and tried to make some point about how marches like this were dangerous and one of the women was just like, “You’re talking to the wrong fucking ladies, dude.” He tried to engage with them more--talking about how he had a right to stand there, etc--and the ladies wouldn’t have any of it. Eventually he sulked off. (Which I was grateful for, because the last thing I wanted when I had my boob out to feed my kid was some douche canoe causing trouble.)

-The sheer amount of pink and the number of pussyhats. It was a visual spectacle!

-There was a white marcher with something in Arabic written on her sign. When we passed a Muslim couple standing on the sidewalk next to the march route and the Muslim woman reached out to the marcher and pulled her into a hug. I have no idea what the sign said, but I could tell from the look on the Muslim woman’s face that it meant a lot to her. It was a really powerful moment to witness.

-The sense of hope and camaraderie all up and down the route. There are a bunch of people who are going to spend the next four years fighting with us and for us. It actually made me feel hopeful for our future. 

[hyperpsychomaniac]

The Other Side of Me - Chapter 1

Darkwing Duck Fanfiction (90s Series)

The Negaverse Launchpad arrives in Saint Canard and announces his intention to take down Darkwing Duck in preparation for Negaduck’s arrival. Darkwing refuses to take the threat seriously, so Launchpad decides to take on his stronger, crazier, and downright dangerous counterpart himself.

***

“I’m not sure about this one, boss. I’ll do whatever you tell me. But that portal looks… dangerous.”

“Aw, don’t tell me the big bad Launchpad is going to be a pussy about a harmless little portal?”

“I’m no pussy!”

“Then get your butt down there!” Negaduck slammed a fist into the big brute’s shoulder.

Launchpad did not so much as flinch. A frown creased his stubbled beak as he stared into the portal that swirled about their feet.

Sometimes it took a few seconds for his orders to sink through that beefy skull. Negaduck was not keen on waiting for his minion’s neurons to fire. But this would be easier if his guinea pig was cooperative. “Listen, LP,” said Negaduck as he stretched an arm around his companion’s broad shoulders, “I need someone over in that other Saint Canard I can trust. A scout to take care of Darkwing Duck and pave the way for my glorious reign.”

A grin slowly spread across that big, dumb face. “Yeah, I can do that boss.”

“Then listen carefully. And I’ll try and keep it simple, stupid. Everything over there is the opposite. There’s an alternate you over there too. If those nerds at the university rigged this thing up properly, this portal will dump you out within a mile of him. If everything goes to plan, I’ll have access to Darkwing’s world again.”

“Hey, wait. Is this one of those things where you want me to replace my double? I’m a heavy, man. You need to use me to smash some skulls!” Launchpad pounded a fist into his open palm.

Negaduck snorted and rolled his eyes. “You’re kidding me. You’d need a shave. And to learn some table manners. No, smash in as many skulls as you see fit. Take out some of Darkwing’s allies. Find out where his lair is. I don’t care. I’m giving you your head… if you know what to do with it.”

“Huh?”

Negaduck grabbed Launchpad by the collar and dragged him down so they were beak to beak. “I’m tired of your screw ups and having to explain everything half a dozen times. You get over there, and you prove to me you’re worth keeping around. Got it, big guy?”

Launchpad glared back at him, but Negaduck did not miss the other man’s adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. “Got it, boss.” He squared his shoulders and moved back over to the portal.

Negaduck grinned. He didn’t care what Launchpad did once, and if, he arrived in Darkwing’s Saint Canard. He needed this idiot for one thing and one thing only.

“Still looks a little rough down there.” Launchpad grumbled as he craned his neck out over the edge. “But maybe it’s not really so dangerous.”

“Only one way to find out.” Negaduck put a foot square into Launchpad’s backside. The big brute pinwheeled his arms and then toppled into the maelstrom.

Which immediately exploded into a green black geyser that splattered and hissed across the ceiling.

Negaduck dropped to the floor and pulled his hat down over his eyes. The air heated to a barely tolerable level.  A rush of wind whipped and howled past him. Then with a crash and a whoosh the gale turned back on itself and rushed back towards the portal. A chair skittered across the floor beside him, caught in the vacuum.

Then the portal shut down with a very final sounding whoomph.

Negaduck cautiously peeked out from under his hat. The ceiling had been blasted black, as had the floor. The chair sat where the portal had been, blackened, and cleaved clean in two. The smell of burnt wood and feathers lingered in the air.

Negaduck whistled through his teeth as he stood to his feet. “Oh yeah, that duck is D.E.A-dead.” He put his hands on his hips and stared at his failed experiment. Then he shrugged. “Guess it’s back to the drawing board.”

***

Launchpad dusted dying embers from the feathers on his forearms and hauled himself to his feet. The world tilted. “Stop it!” he demanded with a slur. The portal ride had been hectic, like being inside a green and black tumble dryer that was doing its best to catch on fire. But he wasn’t going to moan about it. He’d walk it off.

Sure enough, the world settled around him. The cracked bitumen at his feet was littered with garbage. Dingy, spray-painted walls hemmed him in. For a moment, Launchpad thought the alley he found himself in was back in the Negaverse. But the sky above was a bright, clear blue, and the sound of birdsong reached him. The alleyway opened to a parking lot. Across the road was a park, which was actually green. There were children playing, and giggling. Launchpad repressed a shudder. “Yuck. What a hell hole.”

And then an eerily familiar voice reached his ears. “Okay, so we need to get eggs, milk, de… er, or is that an o? I have got to stop Drake writing on my shopping list.”

Next to a garish blue sedan stood… Launchpad.

Launchpad blinked and rubbed at his eyes. “What the heck is he even wearing.”

His double scratched at the aviator’s cap perched on his head, then shrugged. “Hey, if I make soup, he’s not going to know what’s in it anyway.” Then, belting out a whistling tune that made Launchpad cringe, he strolled into the grocery store.

Launchpad rolled his shoulders. “Alright, then. Well, he is supposed to be Darkwing’s sidekick. Maybe this whole thing is just a cover. And I can’t fail Negaduck again…” Launchpad bit his lip. But no. Negaduck would not follow him in a hurry. He had most certainly pushed him through to check the safety of the portal. That ride had been anything but safe, and Negaduck was too much of a coward to come through right away until he was sure it was.

Which meant he had some time up his sleeve. “Guess I’ve got some work to do, but…” Launchpad rubbed his hands together as his gaze narrowed on the blue sedan. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun whilst I’m at it.”

***

Launchpad searched the aisles of the grocery store for what he’d eventually determined was ‘deodorant.’ He snatched a spray can off a shelf and grinned in triumph. “Got ya. But you are definitely not going in the soup. Heheh.”

Crime had taken a bit of a dip the last half of the week. It meant he could get on top of the groceries. Maybe get some meals into the freezer. When there were two men who spent half the night tearing around Saint Canard chasing baddies, and one growing kid who could consume an entire stack of pancakes and then ask if she was going to get bacon and eggs with that, in the house, it paid to have something stashed that was easy to make and better than toast. Launchpad’s freezer meals always seemed to last forever. Although, sometimes Launchpad thought that was because DW preferred the toast.

He ended up getting a bit more food than he had originally intended. “Are you sure you can carry all of those?” the register attendant asked him.

“No problemo.” Launchpad hefted the two overstuffed grocery bags to his chest. He grinned out through a bunch of celery leaves and winked.

The attendant slowly raised her eyebrow. “Have a good day, sir.”

Launchpad weaved his way across the parking lot. Lifting the haul was the easy part. But the grocery bags were so overstuffed he could barely see where he was going. “Not the first time I’ve been flying blind.” Every time he caught sight of the blue sedan through the celery, he course corrected.

“Ow!” Launchpad grumbled as his shin collected the tail gate. “There she is.” He had to boot the car twice before his foot found the tail gate catch, and then he dumped the groceries in back.

He threw himself into the driver’s seat, tore into reverse, then scraped the undercarriage on the gutter out of the parking lot. Someone honked. “Sorry, I got to get home to make soup!”

Launchpad tapped the steering wheel, hummed to himself, and glanced in the rear-view mirror. “Huh? I thought I shaved this morning. Wait…”

Launchpad spluttered as his scarf tightened about his throat. Warm breath blew down his neck. “Keep driving. And no funny business.”

“Air…” His scarf loosened just a little.

“Take us off the highway.” There was something familiar about that voice. “Pull into a sidestreet.”

Yeah. Right. Launchpad pulled into a slip lane off the highway as he’d been instructed. “So, you wearing a seatbelt?”

“I don’t need no pussy seatbelt…”

As the slip lane dipped down, Launchpad gunned it. The incline was just enough to get a bit of power out of the four-cylinder engine. His assailant yelped, and there was a heavy thud as his he slammed into the roof.

Launchpad gagged as his air cut off completely. He struggled, one hand wresting the steering wheel back and forth to keep them on course, the other grappling with the material now looped tightly about his throat. He slammed on the brakes. He had previously determined the trajectory of any loose items in the sedan on more than one occasion. He ducked. Tins and bottles took flight. Some thudded into the man in the back, eliciting more grunts and curses. The rest bounced harmlessly off the windshield.

Launchpad got out and, teeth gritted, hauled the man in his rear seat out by the collar. “Next time pick on someone your own size!”

The guy slammed balled up fists on Launchpad’s arms and broke his grip. “That was the idea.”

Launchpad took a step back and put up his guard. Both men froze, facing each other in a fighting stance.

Launchpad’s fists loosened. “You… You look just like me…”

“What the hell was that?” His mirror image barked. “You trying to kill us both?”

“Mom and Dad never said anything about me having a twin.”

The man that looked like him straightened his disheveled jacket collar with a quick tug. “Okay. That was actually a half decent move. Maybe you’re not as domesticated as I first thought.”

“Who are you?” Launchpad demanded.

“Is that stupid cap cutting off circulation to your brain? I’m you, genius.”

The gears in Launchpad’s head grated over. “The Negaverse. DW told me… you work for Negaduck.”

“There you go. Heh. Guess I’m not as stupid as everyone keeps telling me.”

“What are you doing in Saint Canard? I mean, our Saint Canard.”

The other Launchpad flicked a celery leaf from his shoulder. “Not the groceries.”

“Okay, okay… I’m talking to another me. Perfectly normal. So, you work for Negaduck. But that doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy, right? I mean, you’re me… Heheh.” Launchpad tugged at his scarf.

His double dragged him towards him, so they were pressed beak to beak. “Why are you giggling?”

“I am very uncomfortable right now.”

Launchpad released him with a snort. “Great. That’s his bloody laugh. I’m glad we’re supposed to be opposites. But you listen up, pal. You’re going to be more than uncomfortable when Negaduck gets here.”

“Negaduck’s back?” Talking to himself was weird as. But he had to pull it together and focus. Launchpad jabbed a finger into his double’s chest. “I’m not going to let him hurt DW!”

Launchpad grinned. “There’s the guy who nearly sent me through his windshield. Relax, Negaduck isn’t here. Yet. He sent me, his top man, through ahead of him. So, you’re not going to have to worry about him hurting your ‘DW’. Because by the time he gets here, this Launchpad will have put Darkwing Duck at the bottom of Audubon Bay.”

Launchpad threw a punch.

His double shielded his chin with broad forearms, then clapped Launchpad in the side of the head with a right hook that sent him sprawling across the bonnet of the sedan. “Negaduck will be awhile,” he said, as he backed away. “So, in the meantime we’re going to play a little game. I’m coming for Darkwing Duck. Let’s see if his sidekick who I’ve heard so much about can stop me.”

Launchpad hauled himself upright, hands balled into first. But his head still spun. By the time the world settled enough he could stand without toppling over, the doppelganger had disappeared.

“Launchpad!” It would’ve been amusing, screaming his own name. Had his heart not been hammering in his chest. His double had gone. But he had been no figment of his imagination. “I’ve got to warn DW.”

Tins and bottles clattered across the pavement as Launchpad dove back into the sedan and raced towards home.

***

Authors note: So that’s the first chapter. I’ve been (re)watching Darkwing Duck on Disney Plus. Forgot how good it was. And so, now I’m writing fanfiction. This is set somewhere just after that episode where Darkwing goes to the Negaverse (Life, the Negaverse, and Everything). Basically I just wanted to get the two Launchpad’s together in the same universe and see what happens. 

I’ve already started posting this on fanfiction.net, but wasn’t seeing much action over there. But seeing as I’m booting back up the tumblr, its coming over here now. I’ll post the other chapters soon.

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