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[crimsonnsstuff]

i’m so obsessed with mean dom namgyu . i keep thinking about working at his club before the games but i’m no good at it . so i’m pulled into his office , bent over his desk being thought how to give proper service AHHHHH

You were at the club, dancing, a cup in your hand. You were wearing black cheetah print fishnets, a dark purple dress, and black boots. The club was packed and music was blasting.

You feel a hand on your hip and you turn around to see Namgyu. He was the owner of the club. You knew him because he was one of your brothers close friends. “Hey there, pretty.” He mutters. You could smell the booze on his breath.

“Hiya!” You answer back. “What do you say we go into my office, huh?” He says. You smirks and nod, he grabs your cup out of your hand and sets it on the nearest table.

He grabs your wrist and guided you to his office, pushing past the crowd of drunken people. Once he gets to his office he pushes you inside and locks the door behind him. You can hear the now muffled music. “Hey, I liked that song too”

His office smelled of cologne and cigarettes. There was an ashtray on the desk beside the stack of papers, you knew his ass knew nothing about out paper work. He takes out a cigarette and lights it, putting it between his lips.

He walks closer to you and grabs your ass. “Jump.” He commands. You jump and he catches you in his arms. He sets you into his desk and he smiles up at you, hands running up and down your thighs.

He hikes your dress up and kicks your legs apart. He looks at your pussy through the fishnets. He smirks and picks you up, spins you around, and bends you over the desk. He impatiently pulls your stockings down. He hiked your dress up. He rips your panties to get to your pussy.

“Hey! These are my favorite panties!” You squeal, cutting yourself off with a yelp as he slaps your ass. “Shut up, slut. I’ll buy you a new pair.” He says, running a finger up your slit and you whimper.

He rubs your clit roughly. He pulls his fingers back and slaps your ass, making you yelp. He puts one hand on your hips. You hear his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the floor.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "I want this," you breathed out, your hands gripping the sides of his desk. He rubs his cock along your pussy, making you try and push yourself back onto him. “Don’t move, slut.”

With a swift motion, he entered you, the sudden fullness making you cry out, the sound swallowed by another kiss. The rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His name became a mantra on your lips, the only word you could form amidst the pleasure.

He reaches around and wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you back so your back is pressed against his chest. You let out a scream and he throws his other hand over your mouth, continuing to thrust into you roughly.

You felt like you were being torn apart, his thick cock in your tight pussy. He groans as he feels you drip around him. “You’re soaking my dick, whore.” He growls in your ear, making you whine into his hand.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine, but it comes out muffled. “Don’t you dare. If you cum I swear to god I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He murmers. You try to hold it in, legs shaking wildly, and pussy convulsing around him.

“Cum, slut.” He growls. You didn’t have to be told twice, squirting on his cock while your legs shake. He chuckles and cums in you with a grunt. He slams you back down so you’re bent over the desk again. He pulls out and watches as his cum and your cum leaks out of you like a fountain.

“Such a good little cumdump.”

A few days later you hear a knock on the door. It was early in the morning. You walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You stop at the door. “Who is it?” There’s not response.

You groan and open the door but you don’t see anybody. You look down and see a small pink box. You raise an eyebrow. You bend over and pick it up. You shut the door behind you and walk into the kitchen, setting the pink box down.

You slowly open it. You smirk as you see what is inside. It was a pair of panties. They were light pink and they had lace. The lace was a slightly hotter and brighter pink. There was a note.

I like you in pink ;)

You smirk to yourself and run upstairs to try them on.

[lilsnatch]

Fuck you disney why is my fic for the old guy in wish coming out five times faster and more inspired than my 3 year long uncharted fic has in ages FUCK YOU CHRIS PINE

[irisintheafterglow]

touya todoroki completes community service hours at an aquarium.

your supervisors, understandably, were adamantly against having the convicted criminal anywhere near the facility, its staff, and its animals. however, after being reassured time and time again that he wouldn't be working in public areas, you were assigned to be his unofficial parole officer (or off-fish-er you called it) because of your hydrokinetic quirk. not only were you responsible for watching a criminal, you were also the first line of defense in case he decided to make the facility into a seafood boil.

you'd better be getting a stellar letter of recommendation after all this.

as luck would have it, word spread quickly among aquarium staff about the new volunteer and his...messy...history. you received many texts wishing you good luck and stating that you're in many people's prayers as if working with him would be a death sentence. but, to your surprise, your first day with touya is actually...not terrible.

"you're doing a nice job. you can cut them into larger chunks if you want," you recommend kindly as he slices pieces of shrimp and fish for the penguins and drops them into the gray bucket.

"don't want them to choke," he mumbles almost imperceptibly. from what you've heard about him, touya was physically incapable of shutting up and always had some snarky insult to mutter under his breath. the man you were working with, however, kept his thoughts to himself and only engaged you with curt acknowledgments of tasks. "these got bones in 'em still?"

"digestible ones, yeah," you confirm, a little confused about why he's so curious. he struck you as the type of guy to just work and finish his assignments with as little energy exertion as possible. but here he was, concerned for the animals' safety even when he hadn't even seen them yet. "we just need to cut them up because some of them try to swallow the big ones whole, and we don't need them blocking their throats."

"how many are there?"

"the penguins?" he hums in assent, never taking his eyes off the precise cuts on the food. "i think our colony is a few dozen, maybe twenty-two?"

"do they get along well?"

"some of them are a little feistier than others," you admit with a fond smile. "but the majority of them are really sweet. you'll see when you meet them."

"meet them?"

"you're not walking out with me, of course," you quickly correct. "my shift lead's gonna have my head on a stake if you so much as show a finger to the public." he nods, an odd sort of quiet falling between you two that was more awkward than the previous silence. if you knew any better, you would interpret his expression for disappointment. "there's one recovering from an illness backstage named peach. she gets fed on her own, but if there's some left over i can take you over there to feed her."

"it's fine. don't wanna bother your routine," he mutters with a shrug, but you catch the renewed glint in his eyes at the prospect of meeting one of the animals personally. after feeding the main colony and not-so-accidentally leaving a few treats at the bottom of the bucket, touya follows you through the back halls of the vet center to peach's holding area.

"be warned, she's one of the feisty ones," you caution him, carefully stepping into the plexiglass-enclosed space. he copies your motions exactly and you're surprised, again, from the great care he seems to take when interacting with the small penguin. "so, all you need to do is hand out the fish to her and let her take it in her beak."

"does she dislike new people?" he asks as peach aggressively inspects his shins, prodding them with her beak when touya tries to step away. "i don't think she likes me."

"it's the opposite, believe it or not; you're making her angry when you try to give her space like that," you reply with a stifled laugh.

"oh. i see." peach continues to slap touya with her fins and poke him until he gives her what she wants, a large chunk of fish straight from his hand. you kneel down next to him when he has a seat on the floor, his eyes curiously observing the spunky bird. "she always this sassy with you?"

"only when she gets jealous," you smile, running your hand over the top of her head. her eyes close in contentment before returning to touya's outstretched food offering. "what do you think?"

"about what?"

"do you think this arrangement is gonna be a nightmare for you?" he pauses and, for the millionth time that day, surprises you with how much thought he put into his actions.

"if everyone i meet is as easy as you and her," he says, gesturing to peach but speaking soft enough to make your cheeks heat, "i think i'll get by."

---

"peach duty today?"

"schedule got mixed around, so we'll be giving her dinner instead of lunch today," you reply and touya hums at your side, an answer that could be considered rude if you didn't already know he was a man of few words.

few words, that is, if he was speaking to anyone other than the animals. after a month of touya shadowing you, you could pick up on the little conversations he had with the different animals he took care of: asking the cownose rays to calm down during feeding time, warning the reef sharks that they might need braces if they keep losing so many teeth (he kept forgetting it was normal for them to lose that many teeth), quietly cheering on the day octopus as he breaks into a jar full of crabs.

"who've we got today?"

"took a hell of a lotta convincing, but my boss is letting you meet my best friend today," you inform him. touya walks in step beside you like he'd memorized the fishy-smelling back halls of the aquarium, barely sparing passing wary staff so much as a glance. you'd be intimidated, too, if he wasn't your partner; he was formidable in his favorite blue windbreaker with his hands stuffed casually in its pockets that subtly accented the lean muscle in his arms. not that you were paying much attention to his body, anyway.

"and who would that be?"

"her name is donna, but i call her mama donna." he follows you down a corridor he'd never taken before, toward the very back of the medical wing. "take that hall on the right and change into a wetsuit; i'll meet you back over here, okay?"

"why do i need to change?"

"well, because you're getting in the water with me."

shit.

it's the first time touya hesitates in a long time when you beckon him to join you in the shallow pool. you'd already summoned donna, who was much larger of an animal than he expected. you said she was an adult zebra shark, but all he could register is the tiny tank of brown sacks the size of his hand just outside the walls of the pool.

"i don't think it's the best--"

"get in the water, touya, or i'm gonna report you for insubordination," you interrupt, waist-deep in the water. you don't mean it, of course, but you did need a hand with donna if you were going to check on the status of her eggs.

"i shouldn't be in the water with her, 'specially if she's a mother."

"what, you got something against moms?" he flinches and you suddenly regret speaking so brashly, something about his reaction indicating that you'd hit a nerve. "sorry, that was insensitive--"

"i don't wanna hurt her if i..." his voice trails off and he looks down at his scarred hands, the tissue dark enough to almost match the color of his wetsuit. "it's better for everyone if i don't get close to her if she's vulnerable." you wait for him to look you dead in the eyes before answering.

"i wouldn't bring you to meet her if i didn't think you were ready, touya," you begin gently. "i don't think of you the same way as the rest of the staff because you've proven that you're different from the gossip."

"but what if i--"

"did you forget why i'm paired with you in the first place?" donna swims around you impatiently, nudging you with her nose while you continue to convince touya to get in the water. "i'm the only one on staff that can neutralize you, but i know i won't need to."

"how are you so sure?"

"because i hear you talk to them," you state simply, rubbing your hand on donna's nose as her tail splashes your upper body. "your little conversations tell me you care, even if i'm not allowed to be a part of them." you shoot him a wry smile and he finally scoffs, partly a chuckle and partly an exhale; he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "i'll drown you if you heat this water by even half a degree, so help me with donna and then we can go visit peach, yeah?"

---

you'd fallen into an unexpectedly fond partnership over the course of your six months of touya-duty. he was a pretty damn good listener, letting you boss him this way and that and only retaliating with a lighthearted eyeroll. on certain occasions, he would open up about his history, and you followed along intently. he insisted on doing the heavy lifting and opening every door for you, even if you weren't carrying anything. he remembered every animal by name and could tell apart the most similar looking creatures, pointing out their differences with an expression that screamed 'is it not obvious?' towards the end of his assignment, you both faced an unexpected surprise.

his family came to visit.

well, not all of his family, only the ones touya maintained somewhat of a relationship with. in the times he'd opened up, he briefly mentioned his now-graduated little brother, shoto, and the work he'd done to mend the tears between him, his mother, and his other siblings. you consider it a blessing that only his mother and siblings appear when you round the corner to the 'vip only' waiting area (from your talks, you'd also learned it'd be on sight if touya's retired father stepped on the property). he freezes when he sees his family as the guests who would be shadowing him, becoming uncharacteristically stiff as petrified wood.

"welcome, todoroki family. i'm so glad you could join us today," you greet with a polite smile. only when your hand gently settles on touya's shoulder, the reminder of your presence melting the chill in his veins, does the tension in his body dissipate. "touya? d'you wanna introduce me to your family?" he glances at you, your unwavering trust in him, and his eyes soften as he nods.

"yeah," he affirms quietly. "yeah, i can do that."

"doing great, partner," you whisper once you're acquainted with the family and on the move, heading toward the back halls of the tropical gallery. "i'll only talk if you need me to, today, because i want this to be about you and them."

"but you're not gonna leave me, right?"

"wouldn't dream of it," you reassure him, something in your heart stumbling when he gives you an easy smile. as the day goes on and touya guides his family through the back corridors of the facility, he's able to ramble about all the knowledge he'd acquired while working with you. at each exhibit, he points out every species with total accuracy and shares his favorite quirks about certain animals. you have a front-row seat for the way his eyes, usually so molten and intense, have a star-like quality to them when he talks about his new friends, the abalone and the otters and the sea bass. his family observes him in awe, and you catch his mother watching you watch him several times. touya ends the day by introducing peach, his self-proclaimed 'number one girl,' and helping his family with her nightly feeding. though all the todoroki siblings struck you as reserved when you first met them, their conversations were full of life as they walked ahead and you trailed behind with his mother.

"this suits him," rei states with a thoughtful smile.

"i'm biased, but i agree," you reply. she fixes you again with that curious stare, analyzing you. "do i have fish scales on my face?" she laughs and shakes her head.

"no, i'm just indebted to you for getting through to him." you blink, taken aback by her genuine response. "being with you makes him happy. i haven't seen him like this in a long while." she turns back to her children, walking in one raucous group and making plans to get dinner after his shift. "he doesn't talk with them like this often."

"i imagine it's all a mother would want after everything they've been through, if i may," you add and she hums in agreement.

"it is. it's also why, i hope you wouldn't mind," she trails off and her eyebrows pinch slightly, like she's thinking of something worrisome. "if he could stay here."

"of course. i've noticed that he has a knack for husbandry, so--"

"he wants to stay with you," she cuts in, her voice soft as powdered snow. "and i'd like him to stay with you, if it means we can see him more like--"

"this," you finish for her, gesturing to the pile of adult men wrestling each other just ahead, their sister shaking her head from afar. rei sighs, her smile turning sad.

"exactly." before you can give her your reply, touya has escaped his brothers and approached to steal you from his mother.

"if you take those double doors and turn left, you'll end up in the gift shop. wait there and we can get dinner once i'm off," he tells rei, taking her hand and squeezing it once. "i won't be long." she nods and joins her other children, leaving you alone with touya in front of the staff-only window of the sea lion pool. the fading afternoon light catches in the water's rippling and sends a soft beam of light across the cavern. the largest of the lions, boris, floats from below to observe you and touya standing in front of his tank.

"he moves like a slinky," touya states and you can't help but laugh.

"he does move like a slinky, you're right." you turn to him and find he's already looking back at you, not boris. "i loved meeting your family today," you offer in the silence that makes the heartbeat in your ears sound so much louder. "they're very sweet, especially your mother."

"what were you two talking about while we were away?"

"she wanted to show me baby photos," you tease and he gives his signature eyeroll. "but really," you inhale and steady yourself, "she was saying how much this suits you."

"i'd have to agree," he murmurs, his eyes glowing like dying embers. you're close enough to smell him, smoky and rich and only the slightest bit like fish. the proximity feels comforting, like home. "if...if you'd let me--"

"stay with me," you blurt. he blinks at you, the rosy color on the tips of his ears standing out against the bright white. "i-i want you to stay with me." you wait and the quiet stews, nothing moving except slinky-like boris in the water beside you. touya's reply is barely above a whisper.

"i want to stay with you." you release a shaky exhale and let your head fall forward against his chest, steadied by his arms securing themselves around your waist. your hands slide over his shoulders and rest at the nape of his neck, fiddling with the tuft of hair at its base. "please let me stay with you," he breathes in your ear. his arms flex as his grip tightens, like you'd turn to water if he held you too loosely. touya feels like his heart is rattling in his ribcage, bouncing around uncontrollably the longer he has you in his arms. he hasn't felt his chest ache like this before.

"yes, i want you to stay with me," you confirm and he melts into you, breathing you in like fresh oxygen.

"for how long?"

"as long as you'd let me," you answer honestly. the corner of his mouth turns upward in a teasing smirk.

"and if i said forever?"

"then i guess i'd have to oblige," you beam. your hands cup his face, tracing the seam of his scars, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. it's careful, the first time he kisses you, and he's terrified you'd slip from his fingers. but you don't disappear, so he lets himself lace your fingers with his and drag you out to the rest of his loved ones, hand-in-hand and finally feeling like he can do something good.

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[monster-disaster]

Hey there, I'm the one commenting for Grimbrook Town:> I was so glad to read your reply and knowing that you plan to write more for Grimbrook ^^

And about the idea… I'm not quite sure whether you gonna think about this or not -since you haven't written much for Nagas- but I've been thinking about a scenario that happens in the famous bar, but this time, reader is one of the patrons instead of someone who works there. Reader goes there a lot, but one night, a new face catches their eyes, a newbie happens to just been hired to work there, someone who's moved to Grimbrook recently, a Naga :> and, well, reader may want a special service from our lovely newbie🫠

Sorry this became so long, and also hope it's intelligible, Eng isn't my first language :> keep the good job, your writings are lovely <3

naga!Vellar x human!Reader Good to know: public sex, freeuse pub, brief gnoll x Reader

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The rain has left the pavement slick and shining, reflecting patches of golden light from the old lampposts above. The scent of damp earth lingers, mingling with the crisp bite of the night air. When you push open the door, it creaks under your hand. The long, low groan blends into the soft murmur of music drifting from an old jukebox in the corner. Inside, the dim lighting illuminates the dusty windows, casting warm halos over the worn, uneven floorboards. Your eyes scan the room, taking in the well-worn tables scattered across the place, each one occupied by groups huddled around. Every booth along the walls is filled too. Their leather seats are cracked and polished by years of intense use. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood, faint smoke, and something warm and familiar.

The only open spot is a single stool at the end of the bar. A bare lightbulb hangs above it, flickering every now and again. Shadows stretch and retreat as it sputters, casting your spot in a quiet pool of wavering light. The bartender, a new one to help out the two waitresses running around the patrons, catches your eyes as you approach, giving a brief nod and a small smile.

"What can I get you?" he asks.

You pause, eyes drifting to the long shelves behind him, where rows of colorful bottles gleam under the dim lights. "Something pink."

The bartender, a naga, with scales that shimmer faintly under the dim lights, lets out a deep, velvety laugh that seems to settle over you like a comfortable blanket. His eyes flash with amusement as he reaches for a bottle on the top shelf. “I can do that,” he replies.

“You are new here,” you remark, watching him work on your drink with a practiced ease. His movements are smooth and elegant. Each step is deliberate as he pours and mixes. The soft clink of glass and metal punctuates the pub’s hum. “New to Grimbrook, too.” In a town this small, fresh faces are rare and rarely unnoticed.

He nods, pausing briefly to glance up with a faint grin. “Moved here a few months ago. Figured it’d be a nice change.”

“And?” you ask with a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. “What do you think of this place?”

You arrived late to the fun. The scene is a whirl of movement and sound, filling the dimly lit pub with an unmistakable intensity. Soft moans and rough grunts interlace, mingling with the creaks of old wood and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. The atmosphere is thick with heat and sweat. The air is practically humming with the hurried, fervent energy of entwined bodies. Across the room, Rust has already claimed his favorite waitress, his hands gripping her hips as she clings to him. Not far from them, Eva, the vampire who is even older than this place, stares at his husband while a minotaur pounds into her from behind.

The naga chuckles softly, his gaze warm as he looks at you through the long, dark fringe of his lashes. “It’s… lively,” he says, sweeping his gaze over the bustling pub before resting it back on you. “Nothing like where I came from, but I kind of like it. Has its own charm.”

You laugh at the choice of his words while nodding your thanks. The pink liquid shimmers faintly, catching the flickering light from above.

“Let me know if it’s to your taste.”

You hum thoughtfully, lifting the tall glass to your lips, letting the first sip linger on your tongue before swallowing. “And what do you want,” Your voice is low with a hint of a challenge in your tone, “if it is?”

His smile widens, and for a brief moment, you catch the glint of his sharp teeth before he looks down at the old bar counter, shyness softening his expression. “I’m not sure,” he admits, fingers brushing along the worn wood as though it might steady him. The unguarded moment sends a warm, needy flutter low in your stomach.

“What’s your name?” you ask, leaning a little closer.

“Vellar,” he replies.

You nod, offering your own name in return. Then, after a lingering sip of your drink, you let your eyes drift across the heated room. You catch the moment when an orc from the nearby barber shop cums down the woman's throat who works in a boutique on the main street. The male's snarl echoes through the warm air. Your thighs clench at the sight.

“So, Vellar,” you say with a teasing smile on your lips as you motion to the scene around you, “you’re new to this, huh?”

His eyes follow your gesture, and he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

His reaction just pulls a wider smile across your face. "You are cute," you tell him. "You’ll have to get used to it. Think you’re up for it?"

Vellar’s gaze holds yours for a beat, his eyes bright with something a little bolder. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Grinning, you slide off your stool, feeling the weight of Vellar’s gaze on you, warm and unwavering as you round the bar. Each step seems to pull him in closer, his eyes tracking every movement with an intensity that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. His head tilts just slightly, his lips curving into a small smile. You stop just in front of him, close enough to smell the faint, earthy scent that clings to his scaly skin. You catch the subtle movement of his tail. The end of it sways back and forth in a restless rhythm. It’s a small tell, betraying the anticipation simmering just beneath his bashful exterior, and somehow it draws you in even more.

Without breaking eye contact, you lean in slowly, lifting a hand to cup the side of his face. Your thumb traces the long, sharp line of his jaw, feeling the faint warmth radiating beneath his scales, until your fingers slip further back, threading into the soft, dark blond strands at the nape of his neck. He leans into your touch, eyes heavy-lidded, his lips parting ever so slightly as he watches you with a hunger he can no longer hide.

“The drink was good,” you murmur, and he breaks into a soft smile.

“Yeah?” Vellar breathes.

“Yeah,” you reply, letting your mouth hover near his, close enough that his lips brush against yours in the lightest, most tantalizing tease. His breath is warm on your skin. Then he closes the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s gentle at first, warm and inviting, before deepening into something hungrier, filled with all the restraint he is finally letting go. His tail wraps lightly around your ankle, anchoring you as his hands find your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“Didn’t expect to meet someone like you tonight." His voice is low and husky when he breaks away, just barely.

You laugh again. "Really?" You tease. "I’m sure if not me, then another girl would have already jumped over the bar to get to you."

“Yeah,” he replies, rolling his eyes with a hint of sheepishness. “Boss warned me about it."

“That sounds like him,” you tell him, still playing with his hair, your fingers brushing through the soft strands. “So, this is your first? In the bar, I mean.”

“Yes,” he nods. “Eva tried to keep everyone away from me,” he chuckles, glancing toward the vampire woman. “She said the new guy needs some space.”

Following his gaze, you spot Eva who is completely engrossed bouncing on his husband's lap. “I’m lucky she’s busy, then,” you say, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you turn back to Vellar.

“Seems like it,” he replies, the corners of his mouth lifting as he leans closer again. His lips are a whisper away from yours. “Though I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind if she noticed me just a little more.”

You can't help but laugh again. "Don't worry about it," you tell him, pulling him even closer. "I'm sure she can't wait to taste you."

His kiss turns more impatient now, a hungry urgency that ignites a fire between you. He claims your mouth with searing heat, his lips moving with a fervor that makes your heart race. His arms curl around your torso, lifting you effortlessly as he hauls you up onto the counter's wooden surface. The end of his tail remains coiled around your ankle in a gentle, possessive grip. His hands roam your back, fingers splaying against your skin, pulling you into him as the kiss deepens. The loud moans and groans of the pub fade into the background underneath the rush of your blood and your racing pulse.

Before you know it, your pants are kicked down to the floor, leaving you exposed. The dim light of the bar dances across your bare skin. Your blouse, open and tugged aside, does nothing to hide your hard nipples, which glint with the naga's saliva. Your throat feels raw from your own moans and whines, and your muscles tremble, still humming with the remnants of your first climax. With every delicious pulse of your body, you clench around Vellar.

The naga watches you with a mix of awe and desire. "Are you good?" he breathes. When you can only manage a weak nod in response, a smirk spreads across his face, and he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Stay like that,” he says. His tone is a playful command as he pulls out of you with a groan. The sound vibrates through both of you. He glances around the bar as if reminding himself where he is. The chaotic energy of the place is still swirling around you while you watch him quickly grab a new bottle of beer from the fridge. You almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation. His cock remains hard and throbbing, jutting out from his scaly sheath, yet, he still has work to do. He offers drinks and snacks to the lively crowd, each teasing word from the patrons drawing soft groans from him.

From your perch at the edge of the bar, with your legs wide open, you can’t help but revel in the mix of vulnerability and power. The energy in the room buzzes around you, filled with desire and playful banter as Vellar navigates the requests of patrons, stealing glances your way with a satisfied smirk.

“Can I?” A deep voice draws your attention away from the naga, and you turn to see a familiar gnoll you often spot among the bikers.

You glance back at Vellar, who only gives you a nod, so you turn back to the monster, smiling as you spread your legs even further. “Serve yourself.”

The gnoll doesn’t need any more encouragement. His paw-like hands clamp around your thighs, anchoring you in place. His breath is warm against your sensitive skin as he leans closer. He brushes his muzzle over your clit teasingly, taking an embarrassingly loud sniff before his rough tongue sweeps across your drenched folds. The sensation sends a jolt through you, causing his grip to tighten. He holds you securely as he licks up the mix of your juices and the remnants of Vellar’s cum that still drips from your used hole. The gnoll’s tongue explores with an impatience that has your head spinning. Another orgasm starts to build within you with each wide swipe of his rough tongue as he drinks you in, slurping loudly and shamelessly.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, tilting your head back as pleasure washes over you. Your free hand slides into the thick fur between the gnoll's ears, gripping him tight as your hips instinctively begin to grind against his eager mouth. A delicious wave tingles down your spine, drawing you closer to the edge, but just as you feel your peak approaching, the gnoll suddenly pulls away. A mean grin spreads across his wide lips as he watches you fidget with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hey!” you exclaim. Your frustration mingles with the remnants of pleasure that still dance along your skin. “You can’t just stop like that!”

"Who says?" He asks, leaving you there on the counter, horny and desperate.

"That jerk," you groan when Vellar approaches, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“So, are you ready for more?” he asks, tone filled with anticipation.

When you nod eagerly, he tugs you down from the counter, turning you around so your back is pressed against him. The coolness of the bar’s surface against your bare chest sends a shiver through you as you brace yourself. The hard edge digs into your hips, but your focus is on his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your backside. He aligns himself with your entrance, and with a smooth motion, Vellar slides inside you more easily than before. His impatience and desire are palpable in every movement he makes. He thrusts into you with an urgency that burns your nerves and leaves you breathless. Each movement is a demand, pulling everything you have to give and then some, and the only thing you can do is moan beneath him. Gripping the edge of the bar tightly, you arch your back, creating a delicious tension that reverberates through your spine.

The sounds of your bodies meeting echo around you. The mix of slick, wet noises that fill the air raw as much as the groans and snarls that leave his lips above you.

As Vellar's merciless pace continues, you can feel the heat pooling within you once again. The pressure builds deep in your stomach and blurs the edges of your thoughts.

“Vellar,” you breathe. Your voice is barely a whisper, but the plea is clear. He responds with an even deeper thrust. His length fills you up, testing your limit as your legs shake under your own weight and his restless pounding. His hands grip your hips, steadying you as he drives deeper.

And then, the world around you explodes in a rush of color and sound. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming. You cry out, and the naga groans behind you, filling you up one more time to keep himself deep inside your pussy as he plasters your fluttering walls with his cum.

Underneath the satisfied, half-delirious haze of your mind, the only thing you can hear is Eva's excited giggle, "Welcome to Grimbrook, Vellar!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Frisky Friday (if you're still doing it): Cole getting obsessed with the new worker at the local Home Depot/Lowes. She's always sooo helpful, clearly it means she has feelings for him like he does for her!

The Customer is Always Right

"This should work just fine, and it's way cheaper," you hand over the caulk gun. "Anything else?"

Cole smiles. He's a regular. You get a lot of those. Many of the customers have a thousand different projects or never quite finish upgrading their houses. And many of them are men.

"Uh, no, I don't think so. Guess that's everything," he slaps the gun against his other hand. "So uh, can you check me out back here? Don't want you to miss out on a commission?"

"Oh, no, we don't work on commission. You can head to the front."

"That's... good, I guess. Equal pay or whatever."

"Sure," you agree. Half of customer service is just nodding and smile. "You have good day."

"Um, you too," he hesitates as you go back to your desk and check the orders on the screen.

He watches you for a moment before he turns away. When he walks off at last, you peek up. His tan vest billows slightly around his plaid shirt, his jeans are a faded blue, and his sandy hair tufts up a bit around his crown. All the men the frequent the hardware store have their quirks.

You go back to picking product, walking the aisles with the cart, taping labels to each as you scan them into the system with the wireless gun. When you wheel back to the desk, you find someone waiting. You slow down as Cole stands on the other side.

"Oh hi, you forget something?" You ask.

"Just this," he raises a white paper cup. "You said you don't get commission but I just thought you deserved a little something extra for the great service."

"Wow, um, you didn't have to do that," you say.

"I know, but I was head down to the cafe anyway. They had a salted maple latte on special so... it's always nice to have someone to share new things with, don't you think?"

"I guess," you say. "That's very sweet of you."

He smiles and his cheeks pinken slightly, "I like being sweet to you."

You hold back a wince. Some of the men flirt, or try to. You have honed the art of deflecting them.

"Well, good luck with your tile." You say.

"Try it," he insists sharply.

"Hm?" You blink.

"The coffee. Let me know if you like it," he says.

"Oh, right, I was gonna wait til I got this all away. Savour it, you know?"

"Mmm," his lips straighten. "No, you were going to dump it."

"No... why would I do that?" You squint at him.

He blanches, "I'm sorry. I just... I was excited to give it to you and-- well, women... I don't have the best experiences."

"It's fine. I'll try it," you assure him as you reach for the cup. You just want him to go so you can do your work. You sip. It's salty, very salty, and you don't taste much maple. You force a delighted purr. "It's good. Thank you."

"Isn't it?" He raises his own cup.

"Yeah, it'll be something to get me through the day. Thank you, Cole," you say.

"No, thank you," he grins again. "I'll see you around."

"Sure, see ya 'round," you echo and put the cup down, the strange flavour sticking to your tongue. It has an oddly sweet after taste. You might just end up dumping it after all.

[voicesfoundmymemories]

Places

(Me Note) Hello! This isn't late you guys are just in the future- Konig x Reader? CW The only trigger warning is possible second hand embarrassment. Word Count: 2098!

You sigh as you walk back into the air-conditioned building, the cool air feeling like heaven on your sticky skin. It was a hot day even though summer had just started and you'd finished moving the last of your boxes into your apartment only a moment ago.

You hadn't bothered paying for a moving service, you barely had enough stuff to fill the place. You figured you'd buy furniture once you mapped out the space a bit better.

You pushed the button that called the elevator, waiting there with your suitcase in hand. You cringed at the sweat trickling down your back, anticipating the hot shower you'd take as soon as you were settled. The doors open and you step in, pressing your floor when a large hand barges between the almost shut doors.

"Ah- sorry" The voice is apologizing before the doors are even open again, and before you can say that it's alright your eyes widen at the sheer size of the man, the elevator shifting as he stepped into it.

"It's okay-" You stammer out, mentally slapping yourself for staring for so long. He looked almost… uncomfortable? His body was trying to angle away from you just enough to not be rude, which wasn't a lot with the size of the elevator.

You were intrigued by the man, but you'd much rather sit down, even if it was probably going to be on the floor. You kept taking half glances at him as the elevator closed once again. "Are you on the second floor?"

"What?" He asked, looking down at you.

"You're... floor? You didn't put one in." With that, he sucked in a breath, a quiet 'ah' as he pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"Sorry." He muttered, radiating nervous energy.

You smiled warmly at him, not wanting to leave a bad impression in your first new neighbor interaction. "No need to say sorry, oh- this is my floor. Nice meeting you-" you said quickly, waving at the tall man who halfheartedly waved back.

Well, shit. Looks like I've already ruined it, he hates me-

You count your losses, dragging your suitcase into your apartment.

You let your shoulders drop as you finally get a good look at the apartment, living area (at least that's what you thought was meant to go there) filled with boxes of your belongings. You pull out your phone and dial a number.

"Hey, mom."

"Hi, sweetie! How is everything? Got everything in alright? Oh, I told you just to hire a moving company-"

"Mom. I had barely enough boxes to fill my car. I did not need a moving company. I got everything in fine." She showed how much she cared by worrying about everything and anything.

"That's good. How are your neighbors? Do they seem nice?" You roll your eyes, smiling as you place the phone on the counter, putting it on speaker.

"Well, I just moved in less than five minutes ago I haven't met any of them yet." You say that as a vision of the bright blue eyes of that tall man crosses your mind. It was the only feature that stood out to you with the lower portion of his face covered. "I did meet someone in the elevator but he doesn't live on my floor. It's not like having a house." You hum, picking up the bag of apples you'd thought to buy before you got home. You'd probably order takeout tonight.

"Well, go meet them! Knock on doors, offer something!" You swallowed quickly, wiping at your mouth.

"Mother when have I ever been the type to go out of my way to socialize? If I see them... I'll say hi, I guess." You heard the scuffling sound of your mother covering the phone, and muffled yells to who you assumed was your father since your brother should be in school at the moment.

"I can't hear what you're saying but I know you're talking about me, Mother!" The phone is picked up again and you shake your head.

"It's just that you're gonna be lonely, sweetheart. You don't start the new job for another three weeks, what're you gonna do in that time?"

"You're only an hour away, if I'm that starved for human contact I'll drive home." You shrug though she can't see you.

~~~

You'd managed to unpack all your boxes within the week, and you're only priority shopping-wise was getting a new bed, which you'd done before moving in so it came later in the day.

You decided it was probably best if you stopped spending money on takeout, grabbed your keys and bag, and headed out.

You're standing in front of the elevator as it opens, coming face (not really) to face with the large man. His bright blue eyes find yours and you're both in an awkward stalemate, staring at each other until the elevator begins to close again and he mutters something you couldn't quite catch and shifts over to make space for you as you get in beside him.

"I didn't get your name last time." You give him a tight-lipped smile. I can't keep calling you large man in my head-

He looked down at you before glancing away again, the tips of his ears tinting red. "König-" he says quickly, looking like he wished he could swallow his words, which was weird. Did he not like his name?

You tried to say it in your head before attempting it out loud, not wanting to mess his name up, but before you could the doors were opening and he was muttering an excuse me as he got out of the enclosed space.

Did I do something? Oh my god, this is why I don't talk to people. You huff, following him out of the elevator but unable to find his presence. How did a man that big get away so quickly?

He managed to plague your mind your entire grocery trip, and you questioned why you were so intrigued by him as you thought up ways to talk to him without scaring him off.

Your game of elevator cat and mouse continued, and soon every time you waited for that elevator you hoped his damned masked face and baby blue eyes would be behind it.

~~~

You'd begun to feel a bit hopeless, near giving up as you hadn't seen him in a while. You got into the empty elevator, heading to the mail room.

You knew he was nervous, but you couldn't tell if it was in general or because of you. What if you made him uncomfortable? For what reason though? What could possibly-

Your thoughts went silent as you saw him opening his mailbox, head turned towards you as he scanned your frame. The one time I check the mail in garfield pyjama pants. Great.

You give him a quick grin, walking over to your mailbox as his gaze follows you. You fumble with your keys, trying to think of something, anything, to say to him.

The mail becomes inconsequential as you continue to sift through it, tossing out the junk. There's an awkward silence between you two that is only broken by the clearing of his throat.

You turn towards him, eyes wide and expectant. "I- uhm… I have apfel- agh… apple strudel?" He rubs at his neck, avoiding your gaze. "If you want." He adds quickly, his accent coming through in his nervousness. "Apple strudel? Do you bake?" You mentally slap yourself for the question. Of course he bakes, he's offering you some, genius.

The two of you make your way up to the fifth floor, the ride filled with tense silence and fleeting glances. He walks in quick strides to his door and you pause for a moment. Maybe I shouldn't be following a stranger into his apartment.

By all means it sounds like a bad idea but you follow him anyway, the intrigue of the man outweighing any logic of the situation. Besides, surely I'd feel it if something was off. He opens the door and the mouthwatering scent of tart apples fills the hallway, ridding you of any doubts you might have had regarding the safety of the situation.

"It smells really good- oh!" He had a plate in your hand before you could even close the door, gesturing you towards a seat on his sofa.

"Thank you..." Your words trail as you take a seat, looking down at the dessert.

He followed you down, sitting across from you on the single sofa as you dug into the strudel with the fork he gave you.

"It's really good!" You hum in surprise as the crisp flavor fills your mouth. "Do you like to bake?"

He nods slowly, and you notice the tips of his ears tinted that same shade of red. How… cute?

It gets quiet again, and you can't help your urge to make conversation. The silence didn't typically bother you but it felt like your brain was about to burst with all the questions you wanted to ask him.

You'd never wanted to get to know someone you'd barely met so deeply and completely.

You're barely able to get out, "What else do you like to bake?" before he speaks.

"I'm sorry. For being rude." He rushes out and your eyes widen a bit at his abrupt conversation switch. He can barely meet your eyes and you have the strongest urge to comfort him. Just one hug, I promise-

"Rude?" You repeat, head in a tilt, trying to think back on what he could be referring to. Uncomfortably awkward sure, but that'd mostly been your fault for trying to push a conversation.

"I don't think you've done anything that's offended me-" You hum, "And if you did this certainly made up for it because I'm drawing blanks." You try your best to muster up your sweetest smile, not wanting to scare him away again.

"Okay."

The brief time you spent in his apartment was enjoyable, and even though he barely muttered ten words you could tell he was trying his best, which seemed to be enough for you.

When you finally stood up to leave, saying goodbyes as you walked towards the door he stopped you, handing you a glass tupperware full of strudels.

"Oh, I-" You eye the container, surprise written all over your face. "Thank you! This is really nice of you."

~

You catch yourself with a silly smile on your face as you look down at the glass container, the insides concealed by the lid. The sun had long began to set and the sounds of the cities night life were beginning to stir. Truly, you were going insane. The glass container filled with treats that you presumed he'd made entirely for you. You'd already stared at it for god knows how long, and now you were cursing yourself for not asking for his number when you had the chance.

You groan, backing away from your kitchen counter and leaving the poor strudels there to cool down, trying to shift your thoughts to anything but the tall man. The tall, sweet, adorably shy man.

You shake your head free of the thought. It wouldn't do you any good to dwell on it. Next time. The next time you saw him you'd ask for his number. You nod to yourself, walking the span of your counter as your mind raced with different possibilities. The sweet gift caught your eye every time you walked past, which might've made it a tad bit more difficult to stay focused.

After pacing the short length of your island a few more times you give in, lunging for the glass and popping it open.

"They smell so good…" You eye them hungrily, the smell of the warm tarts seeping into the air. You were never the best at baking, so this was chef extraordinaire level mastery to you.

You pick one up, gushing about the taste of it as you wave the cover in your hand. You nearly drop it, tossing it onto the counter.

A small bright yellow that definitely wasn't the red of the container peeks through the corner of your vision. Taped to the lid is a small piece of paper. You peel it off carefully, not wanting to get your hopes up in case this wasn't what you thought it was.

"My number. If you want it. I would like to talk to you more but I'm not the best at conversation."

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 3: Yandere Hawks

Did you know? That Fukuoka has the highest concentration of winged Quirks in Japan? Most of them in or around Kyushu. It's a remarkably recent thing too. Used to be farther north, but that slowly died off when the Hero Rising Wing died in action.

Wanna know WHY?

It's because of the fuckin Gyms.

The markets. The specialty doctors offices. The clothing lines that cater to people who have LIMBS sticking out if their backs. All of those? Yeah, they picked up and looked for the next Hero to slap a brand deal on. Because GOD FORBID they serve the community that already existed and needed them.

So folks had to move. Sell their houses.

It was that or take the train for hours each day, after all.

Because? Again. No license? Who CARES if your health suffers! Fucking WALK. Dangerous muscle atrophy and spinal problems? Should have thought about being a HERO! Bleed for the state!

You're not bitter.

You're just routinely pissed enough to spit shards of GLASS.

Doesn't help that YOUR quirk? Oh, YOUR Quirk is one of the BIG ones. One of those "why yes, I CAN bench press a small vehicle, why do you ask?" Sorta quirks. The upkeep is a NIGHTMARE. You live in a god damned SHOEBOX.

You HAVE too! Because FUCKING INSURANCE doesn't cover "frivolous" "luxury" expenses like your Hero-grade gym membership. Which you only NEED because you'd BREAK the normal machines at a standard Avian Quirk Specialty Gym. But good luck trying to agree with the BIGOTS at-!!!

.....breathe. Just.... just breath. In, then out, in, then out.

Not Worth it.

This is workout time. De-stress. Getting to stretch your wings. Work up a swea-OH MOTHER FUCKER!!

Hawks bats his eyelashs, obnoxiously in your opinion, at you and twiddle his fingers in a cheeky lil shit wave. No. NO. This is you day OFF from community service. You were supposed to be FREE of him! How is he HERE?!

You look him dead in the eyes and project MURDER.

His obnoxious grin gets bigger. It's like he WANTS you to fight him! Is... is this bullying? Are you being BULLIED? You're on fuckin PAROLE. The flesh may be so, SO willing to slam him face first through a wall... but the spirit DOESNT WANT TO GO TO JAIL. His ass ain't worth it!

Leave you crimson ass, crow demon! FUCK OFF!

He pouts exaggeratedly at you. Dramatic and fake as shit. "Aaaw, aren't we FRIENDS? Don't you want to hang ooooout~?" NO! I would sell you back to whatever hell dimension you crawled from, for a toothpick I DONT EVEN WANT!

He looks delighted.

Stop that!

You try and ignore him. Finish your work out. But he is so, SO clingy and whiny and LOUD. He's doing on purpose. You know he is. HE knows, you know, he is. You can see it in his eyes. It's the fucking malicious little sparkle.

Is he getting OFF on this? What, does he just LIKE to harrass people? Pick at them?

If he keeps fucking around, he's GONNA find out.

You storm away the second your done. Try to lose him at the changing rooms. Fail. Now he's following you... eating greasy fried chicken... OBNOXIOUSLY. Does he HAVE to FLY while he does that?! The exaggerated noises are COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!

You spin to rip him a new one, take one look at his smug, victorious expression... and? Actually? Enjoy your fucking chicken. Mama didn't raise a lil bitch. She had a Cutesy Pair Of Angel Wings™ her entire life. Was fetishized to FUCK and back. Learned the fine art of rage and taking no prisoners.

She? She raised a spiteful wrath child with a strong sense of justice.

Fuck yoooooooou.

You hope he CHOKES on that chicken. You begin to turn, but stop. He WAS looking annoyed that his plan didn't work. Why did he just start smirking? He looks entirely too smug and pleased. Not looking AT you. Over your head? Behind-?

"Omg, IS THAT HAWKS~♡?!"

Oh, fuck. You feel the blood drain from you face. His eyes flick down to yours. His PR, fake ass, smile has never been toothier. D...Don't do it. Don't you DARE.

He strikes a photo ready pose. Why YES HE IS~!

You desperately try to get out of the way. You've SEEN the carnage. The poor souls caught in the crossfire. High pitched squeals and thundering feet race closer from behind you. A red feather has by the front of the jacket. You stare down in betrayal. Back up in horror.

You're supposed to be a HERO!

The Fan's cometh. And with a howling curse, you get consumed by the crowd. Hawks laughs, bright and charming above the crowd. His feathers never leaving your body as you get thrown around. Shouldn't have ignored him~

But man, the face you made was pretty cute, too.

Following you was a great idea! He should do it more often~♡

[harlowsbby]

Snooze

“I can’t lose when I’m with you.” - Sza

“Here you go cheating again this is why I can’t play simple games like Uno with you.” You pouted and tossed down the card games while Jack laughed.

The two of you were in New York City for the weekend, Jack had a few things to take care of but by the amount of rain all of his meetings were called off for the day which you were secretly happy about because all you wanted to do was stay inside and watch endless movies with him.

“You wanna play another board game Jack? Or do you wanna do something else.” You stated as you went ahead and put back the Uno cards.

“Whatever you wanna do baby it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiled as he leaned back into the bed his chain hanged loosely on his bare chest and his gray sweats hung loosely on his waist.

“Anything?” You smirked and his eyebrow raised in confusion. “What are you planning in that head of yours?”

“What about I give you a little makeover?” You asked him and before he could say anything you were digging through your luggage for your makeup bag.

Once you found it you sat on top of him, his hands kept your steady as you placed the makeup bag beside him before getting out your tweezers and a few pimple patches and placing them on his chest.

“What’s all this?” He asked as you held up the tweezers. “These are tweezers and I’m gonna help you shape up your eyebrows a bit they look a bit wild right now.”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed together. “Uh I don’t think so baby, I’m a man I don’t need my eyebrows all shaped up and shit what do I look like?” You pouted and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You act like I’m going to fill them in I’m just plucking a few hairs at the top that have been bugging me that’s all, I’m not shaping them or anything you’ll still be looking like a damn squirrel.” You joked and he pinched your hips making you hiss.

“What was that for?” You groaned and leaned forward so you’d be able to see the hairs you needed to pluck. “For being a smart ass.” Surprisingly he was very quiet and wasn’t moaning and groaning while you were doing his eyebrows.

“Now that we’re done with that I’m gonna apply these pimple patches to a few of your friends I’ve seen growing on your face.” He gasped.

“That wasn’t very nice babe.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Oh well you’ll be fine.”

Jack watched as you stuck your tongue out due to you concentrating. He found so much joy and comfort in doing little silly things like this with you. He never thought in a million years he’d be laid up with someone as special as you.

You’re the only person he’d allow to pluck his eyebrows even though he didn’t really enjoy it or that it made him feel manly, as long as it brought you enjoyment and entertainment he’d do it a million times more.

“There you go.” You smiled and nodded in approval at the pimple patches.

“How long do these stay on my face?” He asked you. “You keep them on overnight.” You stated and the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till your stomach rumbled.

“You hungry?” Jack laughed and reached out for the menu that had everything room service had to offer. “Just a little.” You mumbled shyly.

“What do you want to eat.” You took the menu out his hands. “You wanna get chicken strips and fries?” He nodded his head. “Sounds good to me baby. What are we gonna do till it gets here?”

“I can give you a little facial? With a few of my skincare products.” He nodded his head and leaned back into the pillow as you started getting your products ready.

“I’m gonna apply this green tea mask to your skin it’s supposed to clear up pores and give you glass type skin.”

“Sounds good babe.” You gently applied the mask along his cheeks, forehead and chin. “Now I’m gonna place these little under eye ask under your eyes they help with the puffiness.”

“You’re saying I got baggy eyes now? Last time I checked people giving facials didn’t point out their clients insecurities.” He joked and you slapped his chest slightly.

“Oh just hush I’m helping you get a little 24 hour glow up you should be happy I’m not charging you any interest.” He couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of laughter.

“You’re silly baby you know that.”

“Hmm whatever.” The two of you were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Room service.”

“Jack can you get the door.” His eyes widened. “Baby I’m not going up there with all of this on my face ain’t no way.” You pouted. “All I have on is these little shorts and a tank top do you really want him to see me like this.” You stated and Jack sighed.

“Fine, you’re lucky I love you.” You giggled as he stood up and made his way towards the door.

“Room service for Jack Har-.” The guy stopped talking as he did a double take on Jack. “You’re girl?” He questioned with a slight laugh.

“What gave it away.” Jack mumbled. “The heart shaped pimple patches.” He pointed out and Jack groaned but took the food and made his way back to you.

“Heart shape pimple patches really babe?” You shrugged your shoulders and snatched a fry.

“What? It’s all I had but come on let’s eat I’m starving.” You grabbed your food and started digging in.

Jack would never admit it but he liked being pampered from time to time. Even though you tended to be a pain at times he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way. He knew with you by his side he could never lose.

(Hope you guys enjoy 💘 this will be my last little fluff for a bit I need to get back to the angst sorry y’all 💀)

[retphienix]

MAJOR shade towards a game I actually really enjoyed and am currently as of typing waiting with minor optimism for the next update which claims to be a "community focused" update based on the critiques laid at them, and I'm only like, 20% sorry- but:

Sometimes I slow down and realize that the most mundane moments in EDF are the EXACT ""Fantasy"" other games claim to be striving for and claim to be perfectly adequately accomplishing in their games.... while they nerf anything that comes close to the power fantasy and fun they claim to already provide and instead make any tool that players want to shred with near worthless because ????

Anyways to be less vague and more direct: Things in EDF are ridiculous and powerful and you are put in situations where you can use that preposterous power to shred hundreds / thousands in some cases / of enemies.

Here we see me just going "You know what, I'm gonna slap on 2 miniguns and shred explosive robots with them" and what happens?

I throw on 2 miniguns and in seconds I feel like the 300 ton steel wall that these pathetic android waves crash upon and fall to the calm waters of the pavement below.

I strafe my aim from left to right and watch an orchestra of destruction play out before me.

I look to the devs and I see a big thumbs up in my direction 👍

They wanted to provide a game that lets you feel the power fantasy of big gun do big thing and when you play said game you get that experience. We shout "E! D! F!" at each other and then no more words are needed.

Meanwhile, another game I really enjoyed and still think is a fantastic game, just one that lost itself fast as hell for seemingly no reason, Helldivers 2, has the devs regularly saying their weapons and outfits and strategems are all in service of a ""Fantasy"".

They repeat it again and again, they say "X stat was adjusted Y direction in order to improve the ""Fantasy"" of the weapon".

And what do they do?

Nerf everything that does anything, give you a heavy machine gun that bounces off enemies, provide explosives that tickle bugs, buff literal mushrooms to be bulletproof because players weren't complaining enough, give you new weapons that are just downgrades of literal day 1 equipment, nerf a popular weapon because of a crossover bug (seriously, and don't ever revert the change), nerf another popular weapon because it worked (literally just worked- not excelled- just worked- it was an adequate anti armor so it had to be nerfed), nerf popular gear instead of taking a closer look at WHY those things are popular and if perhaps enemy behavior needed nerfed instead, buff the enemies repeatedly, provide the enemies with new AI and spawning behaviors that force the bulk of the community to assimilate into the few builds/tools that still work- nerf those tools.

And then gleefully say "We're buffing stuff!" and change insignificant stats that in no way actually impact the game or allow a single new experience to be felt from having used those tools.

And why?

Why did the game start as a fun horde shooter and then a few nerfs later it's a "GRIZZLED DIE WITH A PEASHOOTER IN YOUR HANDS" thing?

Why are we constantly sold the idea that these changes are to support the ""Fantasy"" of the experience when all that's been accomplished is anything that was fun and effective now sucks eggs and enemies are more aggressive than at launch?

Why?

And how do you justify nerfing us and buffing enemies while stripping the identity from all our equipment to be in service of a ""fantasy""?

Your heavy machine guns don't even feel good.

I hope the update is good and don't regret a second I spent playing that game :)

[fatass-adam]

Fuck, fav things about misc. Adam ships time:

AdamsApple:

Luci being 100% daddy as fuck and completely dominating and/or topping the shit out of Adam with Adam being SO FUCKING FLUSTERED over it because who the fuck does this twink think he is??

And/or Luce being this handsome, charming-ass little fucker while Adam is a gross immature asshole to counter him

Brat Adam with plenty of punishents~

GOLD CHAINS GOLD CHAINS GOLD CHAINS

Lucifer just owning Adam in general (both literally and figuratively speaking)

Cute love/hate banter

On the other side? HATE SEX

Just all that good rivalry shit

GuitarSpear:

Lute being flustered as all fuck but not showing it

Bonus points if Adam sees through it and teases the shit out of her knowing she won't do shit back

On the flipside Lute being dominant and feral as fuck making Adam her bitch (meanwhile Adam is totally into it despite being absolutely terrified)

Adam "OH NO I JUST LEARNED SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF" Firstman if you will

GreedyGuitar:

Mam being larger than Adam whether just massive enough to carry him princess style or fucking giant as shit and can hold Adam like a little squeeze toy

Adam being an absolute brat to Mam and Mam getting rightfully pissed over it (though he's probably too lazy to administer punishment tbh)

BUT ALSO Mam putting Adam in his place afterwards (and Adam loving it)

Mam fatshaming Adam despite being bigger than him in most cases which ultimately gets Adam flustered

When Mam uses his extra limbs to get extra handsy (usually catching Adam off guard)

GuitarGate:

Top Peter because it's unexpected and funny as fuck, plus I'm just a slut for bottom Adam (which we all FUCKING KNOW lol)

Even if a top though I still love Peter being soft or flustered toward Adam (good service top shit okay)

Adam just being a huge bully to Peter (and Peter secretly being really into it, maybe even to a masochistic point)

Adam and Eve:

Ex-spouses who still fuck occasionally because while they hate each others' guts the sex is still good if not better now

Adam is still horribly in love with Eve (usually against his will) and it fucks him up really really badly

That or they're rekindling after all this time and Adam is worried Eve won't love him anymore due to what he's become

They still have little lovers quarrels

Especially if they still fight about the kids

Eve being dom but only by "coaxing" Adam through praise or anger (either she's gonna butter him up and make him give her what she wants or piss him off to the point that he's SO GONNA DO THE THING NOW JUST YOU WAIT-)

Adam and Lilith:

The ex-spouse thing again but this time WITH VIOLENCE

Honestly?? Toxic as fuck shit like I shouldn't even admit to it

HATE SEX TO THE EXTREME

And yes Adam is subbing whether he's topping or not (force that man on his knees and make him work for it)

Adam hates it (he's totally into it)

Adam "FUCK ME THERE'S ANOTHER NEW THING ABOUT MYSELF" Firstman that is to say

Overall:

Smaller partners climbing/standing/sitting/etc. on Adam

Larger partners freaking him the fuck out by treating him small like he is to them because "HOLY FUCK I'M USUALLY THE BIG ONE-"

Adam being a huge brat to more powerful partners who can (and should) teach him to show a little respect

Brat Adam realizing the exact moment that he fucked up-

Smaller partners just being unhinged as fuck like "yeah you're cute but I'm kinda worried for you mentally"

Dominant female/feminine leaning partners because BOY does he owe them that for how misogynistic he is

Partners that are probably way too cheerful for him "GOD you're annoying good thing the sex slaps"

There's probably a lot more and it probably only gets weirder from here but I'll make another post about it later once I've gathered my thoughts lol

[ahappydnp]

okay i'm gonna make seperate posts for the highlights but here are my raw thoughts from my notes app as i watched

dnp 10/19/15

“hello everybody welcome to the show hello everybody welcome to the show” nostalgicccc wahhhh

all these 2015 younow top fans feel like distant relatives at a family reunion 

this is their one day off between shows and they’re doing a liveshow (2015 work schedules at it again but also those younow contracts really made them go live ANYWHERE)

them talking about what they do during their shows and they’ve retired the drawing game and guess the crime rip

if this were current times phil would have just drank out of dan’s bottle without a second thought but i still love that he snatched it so naturally asdsafsgjk

dan asks them how they’re feeling and phil is “interested” in the words

“imagine being ecstatic right now” PHIL ILYSM

“happy 6 year friendaversary” and 6 years of dinof (phil remembered but not dan). they reallyyyy moved past that to focus on dinof lmao

they’re anti spoiler policy and don’t want to talk about it all the time (which is so interesting because you can tell they’ve kept that thinking except promo is important these days, especially for dan during WAD some promo would have massively helped)

dan split his pants and phil bonked his noggin on stage (it’s still them <33) phil has a steel head 😭

phil wants to put a camera in a penny and just see where it goes (he’s so beautiful i love him dearly). do you think you’ve ever used a coin benedict cumberbatch 😭

DAN DO YOU KNOW WHAT YAOI IS

love phil just taking over the liveshow and telling dan they’re going to try and think of a better name when dan just wanted to move past it

pretty odd opinions (phil singing nine in the afternoon changed my brain chemistry jfc)

A level geography + phan 4eva

dan got an A in case you forgot

WAIT WAIT WAIT for the us tour (dnp doing everything themselves is still insane)

“i’m guessing one of you as probably uploaded the video of this already and thank you for doing a service” dan used to be Such an advocate for fan reuploads for accessibility and i genuinely love him for it 

phil likes being remembered :3 the 1975 remembers them 

they like touring <33 try new things!!!!!!!!! “five people die” and you don’t wanna know who adsfdgsfgkj phil stopped the whole bus for a fish and chip shops HE’S SO VALID ILYSM KING 

a fun fact about them seeing derren brown in 2012 is they accidentally left their tickets at home and then had to go all the way back in a taxi to go get them 

OMGGGG DANS NOSE TOUCHED HIS SLEEVE!!!1!

martyn shoutout (remember when IRL was good 😭)

dan coughing in his face is sooooo current dan like that is dan on the gaming channel in 2024 

your enemies didn’t get a good morning (funniest man alive)

bbc breakfast show is like a plain yogurt but nana watches it. the infamous squirrel bite story <33333 phiw

GET OVER IT HE ENJOYS A THEMED DRINK GET OVER IT

dans loubs are on akinator (the time on the internet when you quite literally could not escape dnp was so special)

miss dan’s tv show rants soooo bad waahhhhh pls come back and yell about shit 😭

THE BEST MOMENT IN ANY LIVESHOW EVER phiiiillll 

dan’s face talking about the 3D movies…i fear i love him too much :((( let him watch the movie

them writing that dan’s chair is hiding a huge secret….

genuinely it’s so so incredible how much they loved the book and how much care and effort they put into something they could have very easily just slapped their name on 

dan thinks an apocalypse is going to happen..he was pregnant with WAD here

my favorite thing is the MINUTE they hit that hour mark phil gets “”hungry””” without fail like yes kings get that minimum and dip <33

[christinalvjyy]

sub!wil with mommydom!reader maybe?? Pleasee

Of course!! I'll try my best on this one xx

I hope you like it anon, it's my first fic on writing a dom user !!

Mommydom!reader x sub!wil

!Afab

"Can I try this time?"

Wilbur was usually the dom one in bed, but he always loved to experiment when it came to sex.

You were currently in your office working on some project, when wilbur entered without any knock on the door and brought you dinner.

"Yknow,baby... It's been a while since we've had sex. Why don't we try something new tonight?" Wilbur tilted his head as he watched you eat.

"Tonight? Baby, I have to finish this project by tonight! I dont know if we can. Maybe next time." You felt bad. You did. It's been what? Over 3 months since you last touched each other all because of your work.

"Y/n...come on! I know you want this, too. Your work can wait! Your boyfriend needs some sex, and I know you also want sex, so why not give in already?" He practically whined at you. He never seemed that desperate, but you couldn't turn him down.

"Okay, okay, fine... I'll finish this in...one hour, and I'll come to bed. Just so you know, I'm in a really bad mood, so expect me going hard on you." You teased and then continued with work.

"Alright... mommy." And with that, he left the room waiting for you.

It's been about an hour and you went to your room thinking that you'd find wilbur on his guitar or something, but when you entered, you were met with roses and candles lit all over the bed, and with wilbur sitting in the middle.

"Welcome, darling! Do you like how I made it?" He smiled sweetly at you.

"Yeah, it's good. Are you gonna strip or not?" And with that, you both stripped, and you immediately climbed on him and started kissing him passionately. Through that kiss, wilbur could feel your dominance and how rough you were.

You bit on his lower lip so your tongue can enter, and when he opened his mouth the slightest, your two tongues were fighting each other. You slowly sat on top on his throbbing cock, and when he did, he let out a sharp,loud whine.

You smirked at that and pulled away from the kiss. You started moving rough and fast, and your lips went down to his neck, sucking some hickeys that would provably stick around for a couple of days. Wilbur was already a mess, moaning and whimpering in your ears.

"You like that? Are you gonna be a good boy for mommy and be quiet?" You smirked again, and you kept on moving faster.

"Y-yes! Yes, I'll be good! I'll be good, I promise! Please, continue moving.. please... im already close!" Pathetic, you thought. It hasn't even been an hour, and yet he's close? You wouldn't let that happen.

"Already? That's a shame." You swiftly got off of him and knelt down between his thighs. You spread them open and gripped on his red, throbbing dick. Wilbur moaned loudly at your sudden contact with it and tilted his head back.

You started stroking it slowly, looking at him with that sweet and innocent smile, as wilbur, on the other hand, was moaning, whimpering and whining. You loved those sounds. You slapped his cock and he whined.

"I told you not to make any noise! Don't make mommy stop." And with that, your hands left contact with his hard dick.

"H-hey! Stop! I-Im sorry, please! I won't make any noise,mommy! I promise!" He was so cute and innocent at your service. He even held out his pinkie. You laughed and wrapped your pinkie around his as a promise. Your hands again were met on his penis and continued stroking it.

Wilbur was trying his best not to make any noises, but that was so hard for him. He gripped the bedsheets and looked at you.

"Mommy...please, I need to cum, please suck it." And just those words made you grin. You put your mouth on his cock and started twirling your tongue around it. Wilbur couldn't take it anymore, so he let out some deep gruttal moans. You kept on sucking his cock while looking at him.

"M-mommy- i-im gonna..!" And with that, he came all over your mouth. You pulled away and licked everything clean and sat up.

"Was I okay? Did you enjoy it?" You asked with care, completely different than before.

"Yeah...that was..mmh..amazing." Wilbur said as he cuddled you and nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself and fell asleep cuddling

[slowlyhardgoatee]

It was dark by the time we got back here, and he was still unconscious so I carried him into the house and as soon as we were inside I stripped him and put his clothes in the fireplace. Then I zip tied his wrists to his ankles, and revived him with smelling salts. Gave him seven or eight good hard slaps to each side of his face once he was awake, too. You don’t have to do that when you use smelling salts on someone, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to smack him around a little. 

‘Faggot’, I said, ‘welcome to your new life. As of right this second, you’re a slave. You exist to follow orders and service my dick. I’ve already drained your bank account and kidnapped you. No one knows where you are. Since you were begging to be gang raped on Grindr, that’s what’s gonna happen to you here, eventually. 

‘You might notice that you’re naked, and your wrists are tied to your ankles. Now I’m gonna stand you up - you’ll still be bent over - and position you to face the fireplace where I’ve put your clothes. I’m gonna set fire to your clothes, faggot, and then I’m gonna rape you raw while you watch them burn.’

And I bred him for the first time. I stuffed a pair of his wife’s knickers in his mouth while I raped him. When I pulled out, I walked round to stand in front of him. 

‘See this dick, faggot? See all that mess on it? That’s your fucking cherry. Lick it off. Lick my cock clean, pig. And fucking make sure you swallow.’ 

I took his slut wife’s undies out his mouth and shoved my cock in there, balls deep. And he licked me clean like the pig he is.

‘You might as well take that wedding ring off, faggot,’ I said when he’d finished. ‘You’ll never see your wife again. You’re my property now.’ And I made him hold his wedding ring between his teeth. ‘I’m gonna piss through the hole of your wedding ring into your mouth now, boy. And you’re gonna drink it down. And if a single drop of my piss goes anywhere but down your throat, I’ll have you over the sofa arm taking a flogging off my belt - and I’ll salt the fucking wounds, boy. Clear?’ And it was muffled but he said ‘Yes SIR!’ Screamed it, in fact. ‘Good pig,’ I said. ‘Yes Sir and Thank You Sir are the only phrases allowed out of your faggot mouth from now on. Understand me, boy?’ Again that muffled ‘Yes SIR’. And y’know what? He swallowed every drop. 

After he’d done, I slapped him around some more. One hard slap to his right cheek for being a faggot in the first place, and one to his left cheek for being a piss drinking slut. And he screamed ‘THANK YOU SIR!’ after every slap. It’s carried on like that for three weeks. He wakes up in the morning, throats my meat, swallows a load of my cum, presents his cunt for a good hard rape, cleans his pussy juice off my cock and then drinks down a stream of my last night’s beer piss. Every day. And now we’re here. 

Now, his mouth is obviously occupied, but his cunt is very much available. Who wants to fuck the first load of the afternoon up his twat? Bill? Steve? Frank? 

Haha, boy, you’re busy sucking me off but hear that? Frank’s unbuckling his belt, and he’s got a thick eight-incher just for you. Get that back arched. That’s it. 

Ready, Frank? Don’t worry about lube, his hole’s probably still sloppy from my morning load earlier. Rape him. Hard. Don’t let up, and don’t pull out. Let’s spit roast this pig. And remember, if he cums, ignore it. I’ve got a cock cage on order for him, but it’s not coming until next week so we’ll just have to live with it for now. 

Yeeeeaaaahh, hahaha yeah you fucking scream into my cock, faggot. God that feels good. That’s Frank’s fat fucking cock tearing you a fucking new one, pig. Keep that back arched, and clench those fucking puss muscles for him. Frank’s gonna breed his babies up your faggot cunt, and I’ve got another load for your fucking mouth. Then it’ll be Bill’s turn to rape you. Then Steve’s. You getting the picture, pig? You’re a slave. Nothing but a public cum dump. A breed pig, just like you were begging for on Grindr. And I’m gonna make sure you get treated like one. Now hold still, boy. Me and Frank are fixing to cum at the same time. Here it fucking comes, slut. Fuck, fuck, ffffuuuuuck yeah you CUNT. There. Swallow it all, faggot. Hope you’re up for another bareback breeding, boy, because it looks like Bill’s getting ready to fuck. And he’s got an even thicker piece of meat than Frank. Oh wait - Bill, are you…? Oh fuck yeah, faggot, Bill’s taking his belt off. Looks like you’d better get ready for a flogging, boy. Remember - back arched. In fact, fuck it. Beg him, boy. Beg Big Daddy Bill for a good hard belting. Beg. Loud. 

Bill, feel free to belt this faggot until he passes out. Then you can rape him until he wakes up. No resistance to that fat fucking cock of yours if he’s unconscious, is there? You can just slide in and breed. After that we’ll see what Steve wants to use him for.

Hahaha, look at that, Bill. His little needle dick’s leaking over the thought of getting belted and raped. What a pathetic slut. 

Sweet dreams, faggot. Feel free to scream your ‘Thank you SIR’ after every lash until you pass out. Whore.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[carma-tjol]

man i’m trying really hard to be happy about opm but the way they did tatsumaki a few chapters ago left a sour taste in my mouth that i can’t seem to get rid of. i cannot believe what they did to her design i STILL feel betrayed it’s ridiculous

i’ve already bitched about this on twitter a while back but i’ve been feeling upset about it the past couple days so i’m gonna complain again.

pictures of the old way she was drawn vs the new way plus my rambling dialogue on the way fanservice changed in opm under the cut

(old tatsu on the left new on the right)

she looks more like a kid now and yet is simultaneously more sexualized at the same time. it is STRANGE i don’t like it

i think when i read these chapters i suffered the whole time but was in denial about it like “ITS NOT THAT BAD…” until i saw pic #2 and finally said “it is… it really is that bad.”

i’m not even someone who’s super annoyed by fanservice (i mean obviously i’m an opm fan). and i can usually ignore it easily…

as long as it doesn’t fall into 3 categories

1. involves sexual assault/it’s disrespectful

2. the fanservice is just the boring male protag getting boobs shoved in his face

3. sacrifices having a good design for the sake of being “sexy”

the crimes against #3 are straight up egregious.

tatsumaki used to have an extremely solid design. her dress had a lot of emphasis on the iconic tendrils and it complimented her well. her hair was very curly which matched the tornado theme and was an overall joy to look at. her eyes were sharp and cold which also felt iconic for her character and it reflected the harshness of her personality. her freaky eyes were always one of my favorite parts of her design.

In the new design, her dress has been shrunk to try to reveal as much as possible. it doesn’t match the flow of the legs like the old way used to and just feels awkward. the tendrils are translucent too which again. messes with the dress. her hair isn’t as curly anymore it lacks the DRAMA the old hair has. the eyes are too soft now, and it doesn’t feel intentional. i can already hear someone going “oh well the eyes are like that to show she’s enjoying herself.” except the eyes haven’t been changed slightly, they’re changed completely. they look exactly like the eyes of any other character.

I’m giving proportions a whole section to itself lol. they’ve widened her hips, somehow shrunk her already small torso even MORE, and gave her a bobble head, and more emphasis on boobs. looking at her, especially in pic 2, it feels like you just gave a hentai artist a pen and told them to draw tatsu. there’s zero regard for her original design and proportions it’s just skimpy clothes slapped onto an unrecognizable face and body. i mentioned this earlier but they babyifyed her face and made her act more “childish” than she already kind of did while sexualizing her more it’s extremely uncomfortable.

#1… the disrespect…

sexual assault isn’t really in opm for fanservice… yet… (i do not trust murata to not draw some non consensual boob groping at this point) but the disrespect, the objectification and complete lack of regard for the characters is palpable

i don’t read one punch man for the fan service and i never have. the reason why i’ve gotten this far without getting pissed off is that i felt like the fanservice, while excessive, wasn’t totally disrespectful. it felt like the characters were like that, not 100% for the audience, but because they were comfortable with it too. i don’t know how to describe it but nothing about tatsu’s design now says “i dressed myself like this, i feel good, i’m going outside now”

she feels less like a character and more like an object to be placed in situations she wouldn’t be comfortable with and react in ways she wouldn’t typically react, stripping her of her personality to be more “ideal” exclusively with the audience in mind and robbing her of what made her unique in the process.

#2 ehhhh not as applicable

(#2 mentioned because i already wrote about 1 and 3 so leaving it out is awkward.)

saitama truly does not give a fuck lol. he doesn’t even feel like a middleman for the audience he’s just there. the fanservice feels more viewer based than self insert/projection based. that’s the only box opm isn’t currently ticking. saitama hasn’t had his personality revoked for the sake of the audience (YET. again i trust no one anymore)

final thoughts

every time i see the recent chapters and the art style just i think about her and just feel this sadness and sense of betrayal. i don’t think i would’ve had a problem with the psychic sisters arc if the tone and execution were more like the webcomic (rare words from me lol. i love the webcomic but celebrate the manga for its differences) and if tatsumaki was still drawn like an adult. I MISS HERRRR

i even get a little upset seeing fubuki now too. i don’t know if i would’ve if it weren’t for how tatsumaki has been demolished but i look at her and see how she’s posed and how her dress has somehow gotten tighter and feel sad none the less.

anyways i could continue but i actually need to move on with my day and i don’t feel like drafting this to expand on later since it’s just a rant lol. sorry for any grammar or spelling errors i wrote this at 7am after staying up the night before working on a quiz with heavy writing that i didn’t realize would take SIX HOURS. thanks for reading. hope i’m not alone here.

[splatcat64]

the same goes to you for getting excited LOL !! that was a very endearing talk about the both of them (all four of them) it was super interesting :) i love hearing other ppls thoughts on characters. honestly i see all ur points and agree with everything. :P one of the few ppl in the current blands tag (or overall, i know this place has been a nightmare) mentioning jack being a genocidal fascist so im like I Respect You . im a bit shy to babble on my thoughts but theres SOOOO MUCH. idk what u use for music so ill just tell u text so u can look it up - its on my general borderlands playlist but it was such a fiona song to me but the hand that feeds by the crane wives.. i know the lyrics are about not caring about money but the symbolism is important to me . i have parts that make me go nuts but you know . hehe

I am SO glad we’re on the same page lmao thank you!!! This really warms my heart :}

I totally understand being shy to spit out your thoughts, often, if I’m not having trouble just getting the words out in general, I’m too damn scared to say anything. Just recently I worked up the courage to actually speak what I think here. And I am GLAD I can be of service in that way oh my god. I respect u too it’s been. A huge honor, I stalk literally all the tags and it can be like a minefield. Like, It’s okay to like Jack as a character, he’s a compelling villain and I think he’s really well written. But he’s genocidal and a fascist… that can’t be ignored bl2 literally yells it at you. However an analysis of him is definitely not for this post and definitely not my strongest suit, we’ll see about that on my side.

And I use Spotify! Seeing you mention crane wives made my brain EXPLODE because not only are they a reaaaally Fiona like band, it gives real Sasha vibes, and just tales/borderlands in general. I’m definitely biased because of stuff with me and my friends own stories and headcanons and ocs, but even with a grain of salt if you or anyone wants to check more songs out pleaaase do. I definitely agree that I can see how the hand that feeds is soooo Fiona but I’m gonna go run and listen to it in the context of her now.

BUT I do have some Crane wives songs that I one, just recommend in general, and two, can fit the tales cast really well. High Horse, Curses [it’s popular I know but trust me I have a vision], and Arcturus Beaming.

High horse just reminds me of Fiona and Sasha a lot, it’s been influenced by stuff me and my best friend come up with so. Again. Biased, but it’s a GOOD song. Arcturus Beaming is new, and it’s not some people’s fav but because it reminded me so much of the tales cast I have a very good opinion of it. For lack of better words that shit was so good I immediately slapped that shit on my tales’ oc’s playlist cause holy shit. Good song. AND THE SYMBOLISM GOD. Anyways those are my recs if you wanna check them out, otherwise, Tysm and Ty for the song rec I appreciate it so so so much!!!!

[seemslegitflapjacks]

New Jeff HCS Cause IDK What to Even Do With This Dude

WARNING! This list will be discussing topics of child abuse/SA.

As I’ve mentioned previously as a young child he was abused by his parents.

He had behavioral issues and instead of working through them his parents just held him down.

He has chunky belt shaped scars on his wrist from being strapped down to his high chair as a child.

While his mother sought help for her behavior, his father continued.

He was always deemed the evil twin compared to Liu.

Liu was more quiet and reserved, while Jeff spoke for the both of them.

Many described him as disrespectful and mean.

He loves animals.

He used to lease a buckskin quarter horse named Woody from an elderly neighbor.

Jeff competed in reining primarily.

The owner sold the horse later on and Jeff bawled his eyes out over it.

He’s as country as it gonna get.

He has a very deep voice. Which is funny cause he’s like 5’1. He also has a very pronounced southern accent.

In high school he was a cheerleader. He was a flyer and could double as a base or back spot.

He’s muscular and agile, despite his size he can indeed whoop almost anybody’s ass.

His dad was an alcoholic.

Jeff and his dad would constantly fight, even before they moved.

The move made it worse.

They’d get physical, and Jeff would usually wind up taking his dad out back to beat him like a dusty rug.

His father has also shoved him into a counter, busting his eyebrow open and giving Jeff a black eye.

Jeff called social services multiple times. There was an incident where he had gotten beaten so bad there were belt shaped marks running on his legs and back. This was over a bad math grade.

He’s very much a mama’s boy. If you wanna fight him (which I wouldn’t recommend) insult his mother.

He will also fight you if you try his brother. Cause if you’re gonna fight one twin expect the other to roll up.

Lost trust in a lot of authority, especially from male figures.

Jeff’s pretty good at hunting and fishing.

One time he went to Louisiana and a suspicious Cajun man gave him a German shepherd puppy and said to take good care of it.

Yeah that puppy turned out to be Smile,

Except Jeff decided to name him Cujo.

Yeah that dog is ludicrously big but genuinely thinks he’s a lap dog.

He’s not scared of shit and it’s concerning,

Once time a water moccasin hissed at him and this mf slapped it and told it to shut up. The snake listened.

He’s also gone gator hunting before, and dabbled in a bit of catfish noodling.

He loves camping and the outdoors.

He has a nice blue truck he treats like a child. The truck is named Cobalt.

Jeff is also a very good driver.

Jeff has a bunch of funny little pieces of knowledge he’s picked up from doing little odd jobs around town.

Gay as hell.

His awakening was his childhood best friend named Mickey.

Later on when he moved he took interest in Randy.

This messed with him a lot when Randy decided to start shit with him.

Randy found out and outed his ass.

Jeff was promptly had his shit rocked by his dad and was kicked out of his home and forced to figure it the fuck out all on his own.

Part of his dad’s abuse included cutting off most of Jeff’s hair, which reached to his mid-lower back. This completely crushed his self image and confidence.

Lived in his truck for a while, still going to school and working.

Got back on his feet after graduation and enrolled in trade school.

Jeff got a job as a welder and moved back home to Vicksburg, Mississippi.

Moved in to his maternal grandparents house.

One day his dad visited him. It didn’t end well. To this day his body has never been found.

The murder of his father sparked an interest in killing. He felt good for taking evil out of the world, and wanted to do it again.

Under the guise of a reserved, grumpy cowboy he worked as a hitman under the Slenderman.

He’s a good actor, and it’s easy for him to manipulate others. He takes joy in it, none of his victims are innocent.

His victims are all either abusers or rapists that have gotten away with what they’ve done.