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valentine-cafe · 8 months ago

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for red velvet cookies and ba bao fan (could be separate or together) / fem! reader

not to be horny on main but his darling who can't absolutely keep her hands off him, always constantly in need of physical contact or else she'll go rabid and began bothering their work until she was given enough attention, darling who would do absolutely everything just to get punished even if it means having to stain her hand.

darling with oral fixation! worshiping their cock even though it's supposed to be a punishment, darling who said she'll ride him until sunrise but cries when she can't make him cum, whines for him to take over to fuck her absolutely dumb, begging for his cum, begging for his touch, consequences be damned, she can take those punishment over and over again if it means to have her beloved attention 24/7.

(oh to be their pathetic bed warmer 😔 don't forget to take a rest guys!)

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𖹭. everytime you decide to come and disturb his work it doesn’t take long for him to demand you to get on your knees. he has grown used to your needs for physical contact, touch — whatever you may need.

𖹭. at times when he’s very busy and you begin bothering him, he’ll give you the punishment of waiting for hours before you’re allowed to touch him, sometimes days.

𖹭. there’s a sadistic part of him that likes seeing you feral and rabid, so desperate for his touch. it gets him riled up.

𖹭. you’ll begin getting your hopes down before he even touches you again, until you suddenly feel his hand on the back of your head. cupping it, while his eyes stare at you with demand.

𖹭. who are you to deny? the second your lips are wrapped around him he’s leaned back, guiding you and fucking into your throat like he hates you.

𖹭. he likes to give you sugarcoated praise, whispering into your ear to take him a bit more, he knows you gladly will. even after the 5th time of shooting his cold cum down your throat.

𖹭. and when he’s done fucking your mouth and he watches you swallow the last bits of cum. a bit of the liquid trickling down your chin and throat, he turns you around and starts fucking you against his desk

𖹭. “f— fucking needy whore. always beggin’ f’ a rough fuckin’.” he’d hiss into your ear. your lower thigh receiving a harsh squeeze that has you cumming and squirting. the way it adds to the pleasure of his harsh thrusts sends tingles down your spine.

𖹭. he’d bind you against the bed if you asked him to. he loves to worship each and every inch of you the same way you do with him, hands all over you.

𖹭. and when you’ve calmed, his softer side comes out. while the thrusts do not slow and remain rough, or the hard squeezes around your throat, arms and thighs. he adores whispering how much he loves you into your ears.

𖹭. loves pressing loving and sweet kisses to your lips and biting at the bottom lip with affection

𖹭. “just want me to hold you and be close to ya all day huh. . . 只要你需要我，我就会一直在你身边，亲爱的” ( I’ll be around as long as you need me, honey. )

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𖹭. loves having you around, lying whenever you’re clingy or you want to touch him. he knows the reason you come to his office and sit and act all pretty.

𖹭. your lies always send a thrill through him, small chuckles leaving him as he acts oblivious to your needs. until you’re whining for him. he continues to move away from you whenever you go to touch him, telling you he has to focus on his work and that you must wait.

𖹭. sometimes he makes you sit on the chair opposite of him to watch him as he works, not allowed to touch him at all.

𖹭. he tells you that if you’re a good girl, you’ll get what you want. so you have to act it don’t you? and even when you lie pathetically you didn’t mean to touch his hand you simply meant to get a paper to sit and doodle on, he gives your hand a little slap. it sends jolts through you.

𖹭. and after the right amount of excuses, lies and hidden whines. he grabs you from across the desk and pulls you over it. carelessly letting the document files and paperstacks scatter across the room.

𖹭. “better fuckin’ clean up your mess after this baobei.” he grunts into your shoulder and ignores your pleads to suck him off. you were already upset enough over the fact he made the barrier below the desk go up so you couldn’t sneak under and tend to his clearly hard cock.

𖹭. he rub it against your wet slit in such a heartfluttering way too. it had you spilling more than you already had been. and the degradation would only fly off of his tongue like sweet candy to you.

𖹭. he’d make you grab onto the edge of the table you’d previously been sat by. your stomach and tits pressed up against the wooden surface while his hips pistoned into yours from the back. the soft plapping of your ass leaving you swallowing your own spit hard.

𖹭. you felt all the better when he leaned down against you, hands moving to grab your sides and squeeze your tummy to keep you in place. his lips pressing heated and hungry kisses down your back.

𖹭. “doing so good, fucking whore. coming into my office and lying about not wanting to suck my dick, like we both don’t know why you’re bothering me. needy little whore, you are.”

𖹭. you can barely stand when he pulls out of you and delivers a rough spank to your ass. three fingers plugging his cum inside of you and grinding into your desperate cunt slowly.

𖹭. all of that before he sits down on his chair once again and tells you to suck him off.

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redorich · 3 years ago

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rating hermits based on whether i'd fight them

1. bdubs. i want to put this man in a blender i want to glue him to the wall like a dartboard i want to splash him with a few drops of water so that he microwaves well i want to crinkle him up like paper and chew on him. he would bite me and i would catch every disease ever

2. cleo. p,,pretty zombie lady,,,,,,, red hair and Evil............... 😳

3. jevin. is he made of goop or bones. i think it's goop and when i punch him my hand will sink into his body this man is made of non-newtonian fluid and i am armed with seventeen bendy straws of unreasonable silliness

4. grian. he's like the meme of the smug cat surrounded by knives, punching him would be so satisfying but he would hold up a bucket and as i go to punch him my hand would get stuck in the bucket and he would mock me for looking stupid because my hand is stuck in a bucket

5. mumbo. i'd fight him because i know i'd win. he smells like prey

6. tango. he would make very fun noises as i hit him with a brick, he is a very squeaky flavor of man.

7. keralis. he's, like, deceptively good at pvp??? specifically running away???? i'd be running around trying to catch him for like two hours while he occasionally divebombs me and makes vaguely lewd references to my mother. 10/10

8. wels. he'd fight with honor and i would love to beat him with the old pocket sand trick and/or pantsing him

9. iskall. he's a really talented pvp'er and easygoing, i feel like i would have a lot of fun fighting him and learn a lot of stuff. i definitely wouldn't win most of our fights but i'd enjoy them just the same. he seems like a pretty good sport :)

10. false. she's talented and i would like to have a friendly sparring match with her :)

11. pearl. listen she;s a prety lady am i supposed to say "NO miss moon i don't wanna spar you" like??? of course i'll fight her 😳

12. stress. i feel like she deserves to go a little bit feral <3

13. beef. shaped like a friend. would have fun sparring

14. hypno. i don't know him very well but i am always down to attack <3

15. xb. same as hypno but his name has an x in it which makes him at least 12% cooler

16. zedaph. he's just a little science guy your honor. i feel like i would seek him out with the intention of beating him up for his lunch money and three hours later i would find myself balancing apples on top of my head while he shoots them off with a cannon wondering how did i get here

17. cub. i'd do it if provoked but otherwise no. there would be consequences for my actions and i'm not accustomed to facing those

18. impulse. his voice sounds like a smile, you're telling me i'm meant to viciously bite and kill and murder him?? :((

19. joe. let's just say that while joe himself is very beat-uppable, he's way smarter than i'll ever be and he'll probably figure out a dozen ways to be maliciously compliant and ruin my day. also, joe is fuck around and cleo is find out and i want to be prepared when she stands behind me with a wide grin and a baseball bat full of nails

20. ren. this man is just living his life, roleplaying his little heart out. i'll give the no-beating-up-privileges pass to ONE (1) theater nerd. wilbur soot eat your heart out

21. gem. MY LITTLE SCRUNKLY POO 🥺 MEOW MEOW HONKA WIMBUS ❤️💓💖💗 ia m gay

22. scar. physically, i could kill him, but emotionally? never. plus he'd probably make me severely regret it, being one of the reigning kings of Shenanigans

23. doc. he has an intimidating voice but i am 100% sure i could beat him up if i really wanted to . sure he can fight but will he? probably not. why would i want to beat him up, though? he's the goat. he is a wet sock and i am going to put him in the dryer set to low heat, delicates only

24. etho. he'd probably kick my ass if i stepped to him, and whether i beat him or not i'd probably be pranked for the rest of my days

25. tfc. if you'd fight tfc i'll fight you. tfc has actually done nothing wrong in his life, ever,

26. xisuma. i'd kick him in the shin once and he'd ask me if i'm doing alright, if i need to talk or need some help with something, and three hours later i'm sobbing into his arms about my childhood while he tells me it's okay to have unresolved feelings about my relationship with my parents

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just-a-tiny-goldfish · 3 years ago

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Night Shift Vents

AO3

If people were asked to describe you, they would use soft words.

Shy, sweet, sympathetic, selfless,

Kind.

But to be completely honest? You think that’s bullshit.

Sure, the person you show others is this fragile thing, but inside? The one thing that comes to your mind is feral. A caged animal.

You are a angry, selfish, prideful, and envious person. Extremely envious.

You look people in the face “Of course ma’am any time! Thank you for your patience! We hope to see you soon!” Big puppy dog eyes and a bright little smile; you mean ‘shut the fuck up, don’t look in my direction again. Don’t tell me how to do my job and Jesus fucking Christ, don’t come back’ And immediately grimace at their turned-backs. A snarl-teeth bared. In all honesty? You are quite childish for a grown woman.

So? Are you really as nice as people say? As they think? It’s not like you actually say or do anything to make anyone upset. You wouldn’t dream of it. You’ve been told, actions speak louder than words.

But, its what’s inside that counts. Right?

All this to say, you don’t understand Izuku.

*For the record, you are not the most aware person out there; some might even say oblivious. Once again, however, this is not about what others will say, but what you believe yourself to be. You would rather describe yourself as, constantly in denial.

How else would you explain getting so close to a certain green-haired man? He came in every night around 3 am, into your lonely graveyard shifts. Sometimes he was the only customer you would have all night; and at others you couldn’t even call him a customer “just wanted to say hi. I don’t want you to get lonely at night” he would bashfully explain not able to look you in the eye, after you had wondered out loud whether he was gunna keep the nonexistent line waiting or buy something. You think he must work late hours like you-maybe at a gym? He always looks tired. One of those opened 24/7, that would explain the abundance of muscle. And not to be rude, but some nights he definitely smelled like he ran a mile and thought that body spray would be enough to save the noses of those around him. Yeah, definitely a gym.

Never would you have connected the dots and thought of him as a Pro Hero. Why would you? Why would a Pro talk to a lowly 7/11 employee. Why spare you the time of night.

So, you got to know Izuku. He was a little pathetic if you were being honest. But then again, you thought many guys pathetic. It was a term of endearment to you at this point. Ternurita. The first time he came in to your life you barely acknowledged him, only looking up when you heard the crash. It seemed to echo in the empty store. You don’t know how it happened, but this man had managed to topple over a whole aisle of snacks. You’ve hit those things before too, full body weight, they barely budged; you were almost impressed with this man's destructive ability. Almost. You might have been if not for the fact you were the only employee who worked the night shift. Lonely, sleep deprived, you. Meaning this mess was all gunna have to be on you. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath-calming yourself before speaking to this green haired mess.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You tried to sound concerned for him, but it had been a long night, like every other night this week. You were tired, and your voice was doing a shitty job of hiding it. Putting up this caring front was likely going to be the last good deed you did tonight. “I AM SO SORRY! I'll clean it up!” was the man's instant reply.

“It's fine, don’t worry about it. It'll give me something to do.” you pause, a yawn escaping you “it's been a slow night anyways” You meant it. Yes, you might have originally been annoyed at him and you were a naturally angry person, but not an easy to anger one. You found it especially hard to be upset at this customer. Especially with that stupid guilty face he had on-and-and, was he tearing up?

“No, really! I'll clean it up, it was my fault, please.” practically begging, already scrabbling to pick up a variety of chips, cookies, cards all scattered around the cold tile floor.

You shrug, lean on the counter, hand on your cheek, you nod at the broom in the corner “well, if you insist” you smile.

He stops, pressing the assortment of items to his chest. He looks surprised. Likely hadn't expected you to give in so easily. But you were tired; if this man wanted to do your job for you, so be it. You didn’t like fighting. This little staring contest was starting to drag. You lift an eyebrow at him, smile disappearing, and motion towards the broom again “do you not know how to use it or something?" That snaps him out of it.

He jerks, almost ruining what little cleaning he had done. “NO! I mean, YES! Sorry. Yes. I-I do know how to broom. I mean SWEEP! Sweep. Sorry, sorry, it's been a long night.” damn, it sure looks like it. You hadn't noticed the dark circles until now, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. Exhausted.

Eventually, after watching this poor guy work for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to take mercy on him and lend a hand-sure, he said he knew how to sweep but knowing how to do something and knowing how to do it right are two different things. If you didn’t help, you had a feeling you two would be here well into the next shift. No thank you.

“By the way, you didn’t answer my question” you hadn't really made an attempt at conversation since the two of you began your clean up act, each occupied with their own designated section. The only thing filling the silence, the radio station on loop barely able to herd.

Dropping the chips in his hand, startled, lost in thought. God, this man was a jumpy mess. And you thought you were anxious. “I’m Sorr-”

“Stop apologizing”

“Sorr-” he cuts himself off, another bashful smile, shoulders hunched up, trying to look smaller. Hilarious with how much presence this man took up in this empty store.

“I don’t believe I heard your question”

“When you first managed to topple half the store over, I asked if you were, okay?” You hadn't meant it then, but he had stayed and actually helped. Many people would have made an excuse after finding out that yes, you would like some help cleaning up THEIR mess. So yes, you wanted to know. “Are you okay?”

“it's been a long night” he smiled at you; a small sad thing, like that explained it. You guess it did.

Even if he had confided in you some dark horrible truth, what would you have said? You already hated it when people said anything but the socially appropriate ‘fine’, ‘good’, ‘great’. To your “How are you today!?” spiel.

You ended up just giving him his stuff for free. A small part of you giving in to that memory of those teary eyes. Ramen noodles, a few dozen energy drinks, along with a handful of granola bars-the actual healthy ones, in other words, the gross ones- he argued about it for longer than necessary, you contemplated just taking back your charity but others would also describe you as stubborn, and you would be inclined to agree with this one. You won in the end, but not without the man offering you a ‘tip’ “I’m gunna pocket all of this” you told him, smirking.

“I was hoping you would,” soft smile, a contrast to your own expression. “and again, I am really sorry”

You had rolled your eyes, good-naturedly “it's no problem really. I was falling asleep anyways. This got me up” you finally returned his kind smile.

You thought that would be the last of your green-haired stranger.

Part 2 Part 3

#I'm night shift and i have alot of time on my hands #i mean maybe? english is not my first language but at this point it is haha #maybe i am just a bad writer haha #very self indulgent #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #mha deku #mha izuku #night shift vents #I have been told my writing is like google translate

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quackiseok · 4 years ago

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— sweet dreams

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanons

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : the feral boys' reaction to you falling asleep in their embrace or on them!

a/n : AYY HELLO!! i'm so sorry for the lack of content these last three days OTL but here's something i wrote, hope you guys liked it! ♡

song to listen to while reading :

— DREAM

let's say dream has just finished recording for his upcoming manhunt video and it was a chilly night

well, the solution? a gun CUDDLES!!! ♡

he's a sucker for cuddles and you love cuddling with him too, so why not?

the two of you plopped yourselves on the bed, warm blankets wrapping the two of you together

the first plan was to watch a movie, but the two of you ended up talking to each other and leaving the movie unwatched

he share many stories with you, letting you rest your head on his chest whilst listening to him. he would also put an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm and close to him 🥺

as time passes by, it was getting late. you felt really safe around dream, especially if you were in his embrace

your eyelids grew heavier each time you tried fighting it off and focus on dream's voice, which leads to you unconsciously falling asleep on his chest

after a few seconds talking, dream would realize your sleeping figure in his embrace and OHMYGOD

HE WANTS TO FREAK OUT SO BAD BECAUSE HOW CUTE YOU WERE—

lowkey scared that he might somehow crush you or something because you're the tiny little spoon in the current situation

man, he had to refrain himself from taking a picture of you sleeping in his embrace

and the fact that you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms makes him tear up (in a positive way!) 🥺

would slowly move you to a more comfortable position and carefully pull you closer to his chest, making sure that he doesn't wake you up

[hugs you tightly]

ALSO just like any other times, mans would secretly mark the date in his phone's calendar because OHMYGOD????? this date better be stamped on history books

after getting into a slightly more comfortable position, dream would just adore you— even only from looking at you, his serotonin level will always go 📈📈

would 100% whisper i love you's or other sweet words while looking at you

mans just smiling to himself, thinking about how much he loves you and adores you— and how lucky he is to have you in his embrace 🥺💞

after some time, he would start to drift away too and ending up sleeping while hugging you tightly in his arms 🥺

— GEORGE

the two of you were sleepyheads

like at the weekends? both you and george would just lazily lay on the bed and fall asleep together regardless what time it was

even at noon? NAP TIME

and today was one of those lazy days

you were laying your head on his lap, which leads to him to his habit of playing with your hair while joking around with you and talk about random things

he just absolutely adores your fluffy hair 🥺

he'd also learn how to braid hairs from youtube just so he could braid yours 🥺

AND SURPRISINGLY HE'S SO GOOD AT BRAIDING HAIRS 💞💞

the way he caressed your head was so comforting, which leads you to feel sleepy. you still wanted to talk with george so you tried fighting off the sleepiness but ended up falling asleep anyways

after not hearing a respond from you, he realized you fell asleep.

WAIT, YOU FELL ASLEEP ON HIS LAP AND THE WAY YOU LOOKED SO ADORABLE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL—

a blush crept up on his cheeks as he looked at your sleeping figure on his lap

ohmygod he absolutely adores this and 100% would plan more sleepy days with you just to see you fall alseep on his lap again

george would admire you shyly, his fingers still softly caressing your hair while making sure not to do it too hard since he doesn't want to wake you up 🥺

he looks at you > gets shy from how adorable you are and how much he loves you > look away > missing looking at you > back to the first step (put this cycle on repeat)

GOSH he just wants to pull you close to his embrace now but that's not possible to do since he doesn't want to wake you up ;(

as he secretly admires you, he would slowly feel sleepy too but he doesn't want to move you away from his lap

so this man right here decided to just sleep in a sitting position which he didn't mind too much since he could still lean his back on the stacked pillows

come on— he doesn't wanna ruin this adorable moment :( it's worth the back pain according to him 👍

and so with that, the two of you fell alseep peacefully 🥺💞

— SAPNAP

mans a whole ass tease @ you

mf would browse through hundreds of websites and collect the cheesiest jokes he can find to use them on you later 😳

also won't stop clinging on you for 24/7 but you don't mind since he's so adorable 🥺💞

and today was just the same like any other days, he clung on you and begged you to cuddle with him

how can you refuse such a sweet offer????

so here you are now laying on the bed with his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him

the two of you would just joke and laugh at many things, just havin' a wholesome fun time 🥺

don't forget the fluffy blankets around the two of you (you adore soft blankets so sapnap bought you at least 3 blankets and you absolutely loved all three of them 🥺)

until at one point everything felt so comfortable that you didn't even realize you were drifting yourself to sleep

and the moment sapnap realized you fell asleep sweetly in his embrace?

[!(-?#?2@&&????? SCREAMS???? —NO, MAKE THE SCREAM SILENT SO IT WON'T WAKE YOU UP]

he can't help but let out a soft chuckle when saw your sleeping figure

oh man, he was gripping on the pillow tightly so that he doesn't lose control and pull you closer to him which could wake you up

100% gonna make you cuddle with him everyday until you fall asleep on him (mans just making it a routine now)

he would also have to refrain himself from squishing your cheeks while looking at you in awe 🥺💞

even though he's growing sleepy too, he won't give in so easily

like— hello??? a cutie pie just fell asleep in my arms, sleep can wait 🖐🖐

but then eventually he'll fall asleep anyways, but he swore he tried his best keeping his eyelids up and that's sweet 🥺

((would 100% unconsciously pull you closer and just hug you tightly in his sleep ♡))

— QUACKITY

we all know how much alex LOVES driving and mans really good at it (he knows what he's doing fellas)

especially with you 😳😳

the two of you would blast banger songs together while enjoying the road and the pretty view from the window 🥺

it was one of those afternoons again where the two of you went for a stroll with his car

both you and alex planned on only going for a short stroll, but ended up strolling around for almost 3 hours now

but neither of you cared, alex loves spending lots of time with you and same goes with you 🥺💞

the two of you wanted to get some fresh air for a bit after such a long drive, so you stopped by at the nearest field before driving back home

and man, the view was indeed beautiful

the two of you had moved to the back seat so he can get closer to you

as the two of you talked while watching the sun setting down, you started feeling a little bit sleepy

you shrugged it off at first and continued to talk with alex, but then you couldn't help but fall asleep with your head leaned on his shoulders eventually

and when he realized you has fallen asleep on his shoulders?

OH MY— HIS HEART WENT BRRRRRR BECAUSE OF HOW CUTE YOU ARE

definitely will plan on doing this in the furture but at home so he can just adore your sleeping figure for as long as he wants to

he has to drive back home but this moment is very important so he chose to stay there for at least the next 1 more hour 🥺💞

he just wants to kiss you on the forehead so bad but he's scared that he might wake you up :[

but then again, it was getting really late and he has to drive the two of you back home so he would carefully make you lay down on the back seat and he would put his jacket underneath your head as a pillow 🥺💞

and when the two of you arrived back home, he would carefully carry you back in and just cuddle you up for the rest of the night until he falls asleep too ♡

— KARL

karl jacobs has 2 moods : the wholesome mood and the cursed mood, no in betweens

he can either be very wholesome and send you the cutest hamster pics ever or just send you cursed, unexplainable images like macaronis boiled in gatorade

but even though he's in the cursed mood, his clinginess for you will stay the same ♡ (which you absolutely loved)

you loved both of his moods anyways since it's sweet and funny 🥺💞

today, he was feeling extra wholesome so he would just chill with you on the sofa in your matching frog hoodies and your head on his lap

((yes, he bought matching frog hoodies with you at christmas to wear them together 🥺👉👈))

the two of you would be watching cartoons, especially adventure time!! (it's superior cartoon, you can't change my mind)

then as time passes by, you felt your eyelids grew heavy but you tried fighting it back

yeah, you ended up falling asleep at the end 😔

karl noticed how you grew silent and when he checked on you only to see you sleeping on his lap?

yeah karl's never gonna leave his seat, 100%

mans just smiling to himself from looking at how cute you are in your oversized frog hoodie, asleep on his lap 🥺

GOSH this better happen frequently in the future because if not? he'll commit ARSON

he would try softly play with your hair, making sure his touches were soft so he doesn't wake you up

the cartoon is now long forgotten, his focus is just full on the sweetheart sleeping on his lap 🥺💞

he would constantly check on you and pull the blanket back up to your body if it moves back down, and make sure that he doesn't shift his legs too much because it might wake you up :(

will also try his best to not fall asleep because MAN, HE CAN'T JUST SKIP THIS HISTORICAL MOMENT

but he fell asleep anyways after holding back for around 40 minutes, which is impressive 😳

just like george, he doesn't mind falling asleep in a sitting position 👍 backpain = worth it

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years ago

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Here are my own current Bokuto brain rot thirsty ass thoughts.

I also find "hair down" Bo just kicking it into level 2 sexy overdrive mode...especially after his shower.

Morning Glory wood-- like I refuse to believe this man doesn't deal with morning wood. Best time in my opinion to get a session in

Domestic Bo and your grandma and aunts are just spoiling him with food at your family get together. Of course once he manages to sneak away with you. He makes it up to you.

Frustrated Bokuto that doesn't want to "talk it out" only wants to fuck it out. No he aint mad at you...could be work related frustration.

Bokuto's cock print in sweatpants that is all...

Let me just say something about all of these real quick. Delicious. 🤤

Hair down Bokuto is like no other and he knows just how much it drives you wild. He'll take his shower in the morning before he heads off to practice, but he leaves his hair as the last thing that he does. He loves the way you drool a the sight of it as you both get ready for the day. And this man is not above doing a little morning make-out session if you catch him at the right time. But don't think you're gonna get a make-out session in with him that doesn't usually always end up with a toss in the sheets. This man will literally pick your ass up and carry you over his shoulder back to the bedroom if he has to. A morning session will keep you both good for the day. He'll remind you that going to work after stress relief means you'll have a better day.

And the mornings that you wake up before him are always fun. I agree, I refuse to believe that the man doesn't have the most glorious of morning wood. And I also refuse to believe that this man isn't absolutely thrilled to be woken up by you straddling his hips and taking advantage of him. As soon as those spongy walls engulf his cock he'll be feral. His hands will dig into your hips and keep you in place while he completely takes over, his hips bucking hard into you.

He would be the most spoiled of people at family functions. Your whole family forgets that you are even there once Bokuto is in the room. He's the type of guy that you take home to make your family proud. Bokuto will eat anything and everything they make for him and he'll never ever tell them no. His family knows that the key to his heart is food so it's basically bombarded on him. But once he can finally get away he'll be sure to take you to the nearest field to hide from everyone to remind you that you'll always be his one and only focus in life. You're his and he won't let anything make you forget that. He's extra rough as he pins down, just his jacket between you and the ground. He wants you to scream, he wants you to scratch. No one is around to hear you, let it all out.

When he comes home from a bad day at work you can always tell when he's stressed. The way he carries himself around the house is different, the way he talks to you is different. You know the one trick that will always make him feel better. It's not "Ko... do you wanna talk about it?" it's "Ko... do you wanna remind me just who's the boss around here?". He'll never turn it down, never ever. This man wants to fuck all the hatred and stress out on you and you'll gladly let him. Frustrated Bokuto is a whole new animal in bed and you crave for it. You hate to see him stressed, but the way he wraps that hand around your throat and tells you how greedy you are, makes your loins ache. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh? I'm the god damned man in this house, aren't I?"

And PLEASE, the times he walks around the house in his sweatpants are delicious. This man is packing and nobody can change my mind on that fact. There's always a perfect definition of that thick cock in the front of his sweatpants and the more you tease him around the house the more prominent it's going to be. Just let your hand graze over it and he'll be like putty for you.

Thirst Hours Are 24/7 😈

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spicytrashthe1st · 4 years ago

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Obey me boys w a milking schedule

Lucifer

We all know home boys works 24/7 and is stressed 24/7. You know what we dont like? (I mean its kinda hot when he snaps n goes full feral but like we're just gonna forget that for a sec k) A stressed Luci, he snaps at every one n is just a down right asshole. So the guys needs a milkin schedule to keep him from murdering everyone.

He's hesitant at first bc hes lucifer. But after a week of you comin on by once a day to completely empty his balls he starts to come around.

Mammon

It doesnt matter where u is Mam's, if u didnt want to be milked at the Casino then u shoulda been home on time.

Does he stay out late on purpose? Sometime. Most of the time hes on a winning streak n forgets. So when he see u at first hes his happy blabby self, but then he sees that look in ur eye n stops for a moment. He starts to flush, his body doin a full body tingle as he realises what time it is. U smile at him sweetly, he tries to convince u to leave or go somewhere more private but ur havin none of that. U coo at him, tell him to keep goin, he cant lose his winning streak after all. So he turns his attention back to the table, he tries to relax but the feelin of u pressed up against him has his nerves shot. Hes able to play through his first orgasm as well as his second. The third has him sweatin n from there he starts to cling to u, graspin a ur arm w such desperation that its hard not to coo praises at him. U might have to carry him home. But who doesnt want to carry home a doe eyed Mammon.

Leviathan

This dude has a 100% chance of passin out after a milkin. So if hes awake past his bedtime then you'll slam open his door, he squeals eveytime, and head straight towards him. Cold blooded, you turn off his pc. U rip him out of his chair n throw him onto that sofa beanbag thingy he has beside his bathtub. Fuck those pants, theyes in the way, yank em. He covers his face w the back of his hand, his cocks already so slick that u dont need any lube. His body knows what gonna happen. He twitches n squirms the entire time, but he always gets a goodnight sleep.

Satan

Rolls his eyes when he sees u approaching. How dare u interupt his reading, so inconvenient. The sweet boy tries focus on his book he cant stop himself from screwing his eyes shut. Thus the book lands onto the floor w a thump as he bucks in ur hold.

Asmodeus

Loves it. Starts to wear watches bc of it. Brags about it to anyone who has ears.

Beelzebub

Do ya think beel eats his own cum 🤔

Just imagine milkin him for all hes worth n then cooin at him while his in a dazed state to drinkin up.

Belphegor

Ya know how sometimes u forget whether uv fed ur cat or not. Yeah, its like that but its "have i milked belphie today?". By the way he humps u durin his sleep i dont think he minds.

Diavolo

Like this dude needs anymore distractions. But like, what if it wasnt a distraction? What if it was a way of inciting him to work?

Just imagine, u come into his office 10mins before its milkin time. U sit on the couch and watch him sweat under the collar as u wait for the time to go by. He tries to not look up, tries to not get distracted by ur presence but he could feel ur eyes on him from a mile away. He whines, lookin up at u w pleadin eyes. U remind him that he wont get anythin if he doesnt finish his work. So he rushes through his paperwork n when hes done he practically rips off his pants before jumpin onto his desk, legs spread waitin for u.

Barbatos

Tries to wave u off bc hes busy but melts as soon as ur hands are on him. Just nuzzling at his neck has him pushin back into u. Take it slow w him, nice n slow, he aint goin anywhere. Hearin this dude whine for more, ugh, wish i had audio for that cause damn he begs so pretty. Oh n when his legs buckle makin him go rag doll in ur arms *chef kiss*.

Remember to clean up after lest u want the face of disapproval.

Simeon

Patience is a virtue...that Simeon does not have as it turns out. He wants is all n he wants it now. Simeon honey its been 3 hours, maybe its time to stop? Pft, nah. Home boy just takes himself into his own hands or humps a pillow until he passes out, even then he keeps goin.

Solomon

Laughs u off but welcomes u all the same. He keeps him composure for an commendable time, but he breaks all the same. One time u got him to blow up the lights, never lettin him live that down.

#obey me brain rot #obey me #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me Beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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codenamed-queenie · 5 years ago

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#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched.

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire.

So. Quarantine it is.

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick -

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days.

Then he started to get twitchy.

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.”

“Dick, no.”

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t.

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass.

Desperate for news of the outside.

He thrives off of it like a starving man.

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after.

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason -

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist.

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking.

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results.

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it.

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up.

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done.

Barbara -

Self-quarantined with her dad.

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive.

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs.

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together.

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles.

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony.

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window.

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background.

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute.

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen.

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe.

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned.

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim.

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being.

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out.

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it.

Cass -

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate.

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed.

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far.

But no one knows for sure.

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel.

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later.

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic.

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day.

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’ mostly.

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost.

Steph -

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first.

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down.

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable.

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving.

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks.

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s.

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic.

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place.

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian -

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house.

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine.

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds.

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion.

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time.

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are.

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time.

Only that he is Out There.

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had.

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies.

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat.

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts.

Duke -

Did not leave the attic for two weeks.

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement.

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement.

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement.

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa.

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally.

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others.

Duke has seen these people under pressure.

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with.

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

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starlight-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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Hey lovey! Could I request a mcyt headcanon thing of how they each are in bed?

hi angel , and of course ! as always im sorry this took forever lmao . hope u enjoy (((:

AYO LOOK AT THESE : smut ! rough sex , choking , scratching , hair pulling , breeding / unprotected sex (wrp it b4 u tap it , bbys) , overstimulation , light bondage , i think thats all (:

reblogs are always appreciated <3

dream :

out of all the feral boys dream is the roughest for sure

it's all his gamer rage coming out

he truly has to control himself / hold back

because he wants to fuck you until you cant remember your own name

but doesnt want to break you

he’s not the biggest fan or foreplay , only because he’d much rather feel you wrapped around him

but he loves to go down on you

would prep you with his fingers because lord knows you’ll need it

and once you started to squirm he’d get so cocky

“if you cant take my fingers , you definitely cant take all of me, baby .”

so many pet names - baby , kitten , pretty girl , bunny , bun , my little whore

he’d make you cum twice on his fingers alone

and wouldn’t fuck you until he was aching for any sort of stimulation

wouldn’t use protection (w your consent !!!)

the thought of his cum deep inside you , painting your insides … it fucks him UP

you KNOW clay would be the motherfucker to slap his dick on your pussy

would groan at the sound of how wet you were for him

he’d run the tip of his cock through your folds and collect your arousal

until you were begging him to fuck you - and even then he’d wait a moment longer

he’d ease in slowly , making sure you felt every single inch

and would praise the FUCK out of you

“look so pretty taking my cock , bunny”

he’d stop to let you adjust to his length, but he’d be so arrogant as you bucked your hips

“want more , sweet thing ?”

you’d just nod , the pressure building in your tummy too much to produce words

and clay would grab at your chin so fuCKING agressivley

“i asked you a question , whore .”

he would just ruin you (in the most respectful way possible)

you’d cum for the third time within mere seconds

the room would be filled with the sound of harsh , slapping skin

you moans mixing with his - it was like a symphony to him

at some point your legs would go completely limp from the shear amount of pleasure clay was providing

and he’d circle an arm around your hips , holding your body to his as you came yet again

he’d get progressively less vocal as he approached his high , his raspy moans turning to rough growls and groans

and he’d bury himself deep inside of you as he came , muttering scratchy praises into the crook of your neck

as you and clay started to come down together it would be a complete 180

he’d pull out so gently , watching the way his cum dripped out of you

and would press sweet , tender kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on

clay would run soft fingers over every bruise , every mark he left on your skin

admiring his work

he loves the way you look after sex - all fucked out and dewy eyed

would wet a washcloth with warm water and clean you up while murmuring over and over how much he loved you

the two of you would fall asleep pretty quickly after in a tangled mess of limbs

sex with him is quite the workout

george :

gogs <3

i have many thoughts on this subject yall

wakin up in the mornin , thinkin about so many things

would LOVE foreplay

something about being so intimate but not actually fucking is so <3 to him

he loves every single moment of it

starting from when a simple peck turns to something deeper

george’s tongue rolling over yours as he cups a hand under your jaw

would do the thumb thing™ on your cheek

his free hand would roam up and down the curve of your hips

then up and under your shirt

the way that your breath hitched would make him sh i v e r

and george would start kissing down your neck and over your jaw to your neck

loves hickeys

and biting you

he’d take yall to some place soft if you weren’t already there and start to undress you

adores the action of getting you out of your clothes and insists on taking your shirt off himself

is obsessed w your titties

rolling your nipples between his fingers

sucking on the sensitive nubs , flicking his tongue over them until you could cry from pleasure

then leaves sloppy , hot kisses all the way down your body

is so good with his hands

knows the exact way to curl his fingers inside you

and is very good at keeping a rhythm that pushes you over the edge

but truly have you seen that boys hands because like

he’s all about pleasuring you in bed

it's his number one priority

and he knows your body incredibly well

the boy knows how to make you cum without even trying

yall have experimented and figured out what feels best

and he’s perfected those techniques

on the non physical side of things however

sex with george would be s i n f u l

the things he would say to you …

and in his fucking ACCENT no less

starlight has a voice kink

god he would talk so fucking dirty

the filthiest things falling from his lips as he’s thrusting in and out of you

he’d be so vocal

“just like that , love ,” he’d pant before throwing his head back

his fingers would dig into your hips as his moans turned to whimpers

the two of you would reach your highs one after the other

but george always makes sure that you finish first

sapnap :

we’re just gonna address this right away

daddy kink

(“call me big daddy” , sapdaddy , need i say more ?)

pretty dominant but not necessarily aggressive

more mentally dominant if that makes any sense ???

wants you so far in subspace that you’re all his

dumbification is so hot to him

“baby doll , darlin’ , sweet girl”

degrades you but in a soft way :,)

“look so pretty on my cock , whore”

“my sweet little slut , taking me so well”

spits in your mouth and holds your jaw until you swallow

loves to fuck your throat

literally uses your mouth as his personal fleshlight

hold your hair up for you bc he’s a gentleman

but would rather have it in pigtails

thrusts into your mouth hhhhhhhhhh

wants to see mascara tears and won't stop until he does

loves to give you facials

then takes 1476592837310982 pictures of you like that

his my eyes only on snap is 99% your face painted with his cum

honestly likes to cum anywhere he can see it

tits

backshots

on your stomach

l o v e s your thighs

and yall have absolutely done thigh jobs

would fuck you until you cried then marvel at the look of your tears

because you look so pretty when you’re entirely overwhelmed by pleasure

your face flushed a pretty pink

eyes watering with crystal clear drops

then would make you cum again

“one more , sweet girl , you can take one more”

and you’d just nod , so deep into subspace that he words were like spells

how could you say no to him ?

aftercare KING though , would take such good care of you

would run you two a warm bath and carry you to the tub

bc lord knows you cant walk after him

and he’d run his hands allllll over your body , soothing any rough marks he may have left

at the end of the day he absolutely worships you

karl :

karl jacobs , love of starlight’s life

i just think that he <3

karl has stated that he’s on the ace spectrum

so i think that sex with him wouldn’t be near as much about physicality

its about the intimacy and connection that comes with that for yall

and mans would make you feel so loved ,,,

he’d kiss every single inch of your body

and hold you so close to him as you two were getting undressed

loves kisses when yall are shirtless

because he can feel your heartbeat on his

and they sync up the longer u lay there

would go down on you for hours if he could holy fuck

he loves eating you out , drawing pretty moans from your lips

and is so good at it bye .

he can easily make you cum with just his skilled tongue

and fucks you with it i-

one of his favorite feelings in the world is your thighs tightening around his head

and your hands tugging at his hair as he makes you come undone over and over

you’re his favorite taste in the entire world

sex with karl would be sweet and soft and so so so intimate

it would be so loving

he’d have you look him in his eyes as he slid in

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggngngnngngnngggggggg

and would stay buried deep inside you , not moving until you adjusted to him

karl’s packing i just know it

moans your name quite a lot

and murmurs how much he loves you , everything he loves about you inbetween thrusts

he’d hold your hands while you two made love

his grip tightening as he got closer

karl would make DAMN sure you came first

but loves cumming at the same time if you can hold off for him

the two of you would stay like that , chest to chest for a while after your highs

karl still tucked inside you

he’d love cockwarming dont @ me

is a fluffy mess after sex and always wants to fall asleep after

with you in his arms

quackity :

sex with alex >>>>>>

yes

please

he’d be . so fucking good . at everything he did .

alex loves foreplay

lapdances

bc he’s so obsessed with your body

and having you put on a show just for him ?

turns him on like nothing else in the world

lets you show off for as long as possible before he finally picks you up and throws you on the bed

hands hands hands

alex is so skilled with his fingers and knows how to hit all the best spots

has absolutely made you squirt on his fingers and is so cocky about it

has you hold eye contact while he eats you out

and the minute you break it , he stops

would have his dick in your mouth 24/7 if he could

and loves the way you look with your tongue swirling around him

keeps a hand on the back of your head and pushes down so gently

alex is definitely a soft dom

when he cant hold off from fucking you any longer he’s no stranger to tying your hands up

usually with his belt

fucks you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders

but also loves when you're on top

alex is a titty guy

such a boob guy

and absolutely covers your chest in hickeys and bite marks

getting to play with them while you ride him ?? heaven

once your hips give out from feeling so good , alex would lift you up and thrust into you

his fingertips digging into your skin , leaving pretty purple bruises

would play with your clit as he fucks up into you

“cum for me , princess”

loves cumming inside you

breeding kink

just saying

and watching it drip out of your pussy gets him hard all over again

his voice goes so deep while he moans

and calls you pretty names in spanish

vvvv vocal and loves when you match that

“show me how good im making you feel , baby”

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twdsunshine · 3 years ago

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Five Sentence Challenge Masterlist

A collection of drabbles written for a Five Sentence Challenge event in February 2022, each one stretching the limits of what realistically constitutes a sentence. For more drabbles and other stories, check out my full Masterlist here.

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#1 'The trees loomed dark and gloomy as rain bashed against the shoulders of the silent hunter.' (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

#2 'She never thought she'd find help, much less the help of the guy who originally left her for dead.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#3 'How had someone so... innocent, survived this long and kept their innocence?' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#4 'He thought being away from people for so long would have the opposite effect, but he found himself gravitating toward the skittish stranger.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#5 'He felt an odd sensation come over him watching the stranger, who hadn't yet noticed him, give their seemingly last bit of food to a hungry cat.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#6 'There couldn't have been a more perfect night for him to marry the love of his life, he thought to himself, as he glanced up at the night stars shining brightly, alongside the full moon, as he waited for his bride to join him.' (Rick Grimes x OFC)

#7 'It was odd, they were a stranger, yet he felt this overwhelming urge to protect them, he hadn't hesitated, an almost feral like instinct had come over him and didn't it seem to leave.' (Daryl Dixon x OC)

#8 'Negan prowled towards her like a cat, full of predatory grace.' (Negan x OFC)

#9 'He felt his chest squeeze his heart, as if his body was collapsing in on itself, seeing her eyes glassed over with warm tears.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#10 'The way he towered over you, baseball bat in hand, had your heart pounding at a million miles per hour.' (Negan x Reader)

#11 'It was almost surreal, seeing the one that had always been so optimistic, always been so happy, finally break down and lose hope.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#12 'You weren't sure accepting the little black dress was a good idea, but...' (Negan x Reader)

#13 'He gently pet her hair as she slept, trying to process how he got here.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#14 'Hearing she'd been hurt while he was gone was like getting punched in the heart, she got hurt and he wasn't there to protect her.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#15 'He saw how hard It became for her to hold her eyes open, he had to get her back fast before she lost too much blood.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#16 'He studied the girl sitting in the cell, the others told him she seemed feral, reverting to a more primal way of life.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#17 'As he rode away from the sanctuary, he couldn't stop thinking of the one who had helped him.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#18 'Daryl was confused, he didn't understand why this complete stranger was borderline sobbing as they tried to tend to the slash on his leg.' (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#19 ‘Daryl woke up, his hangover making it hard to recall exactly happened the night before after they got to the CDC, his thoughts were interpreted by soft stirring next to him.’ (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#20 ‘Daryl silently led Carol to his camp, nervously thinking about how to explain the new resident that joined him and Dog.’ (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#21 ‘He tried so hard, he really did, but he could never say no to those big puppy dog eyes of theirs.’ (Daryl Dixon x OC)

#22 ‘Daryl stared at Abraham with wide eyes, he knew he shouldn't have gotten involved with his little sister.’ (Daryl Dixon x OFC)

#23 ‘Daryl watched from the porch of one of the houses the group had been given, a girl happily running along side a large dog, and a weird sense of affection filled him.’ (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

#24 ‘Daryl twirled the handmade wooden ring in his hand, anxiety overflowing him as he worked up the courage to ask.’ (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

#five sentence challenge #five sentence challenge masterlist #masterlist

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snakeboistan · 4 years ago

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3-E + KARASUNO + 1-A FRIENDSHIP GROUPS

Just a heads up that I don't really know that much about BNHA. Most of my knowledge comes from fanfics, tumblr posts and my bestie so some of these headcanons might be a bit OOC

Nagisa + Hinata + Midoriya

So I’ve already made posts about Nagisa, Hinata and Mido being the ultimate cinnamon roll trio who are the loves of my life, my sons and if anything happens to them I will kill everyone and then myself

Let me adopt them, please let me adopt them

I mean it is canon that Mama Midoriya is single right?...jk jk ... unless 👀

These precious babies are literally the sweetest guys ever and everyone’s ultimate hype men

They have their own protection squads and at least five people who have a crush on them (these bois be making people question their sexuality like it’s a past time)

They can also turn feral at any given moment and revert back to normal in a second

They act like its no big deal but they have legit traumatised people before

I know that Nagisa and Midoriya are ✨ notebook buddies ✨ but I like to think that Hinata keeps a volleyball journal like Kageyama (like the adorable boyfriend he is) and shows it off proudly to them and Nagisa and Mido are so proud of their tangerine bestie and they teach him how to make notes and analyse like they do and are just so pure (ILOVETHEMSOMUCHYOUHAVENOIDEA)

It’s a legit hazard to have them in the same place because the intensity of the combined smiles of a baby sunshine crow, baby sunshine snake and baby sunshine bunny can wipe out anyone in a 10 km radius

But what a way to go, am I right?

Also, I’m adding Yamaguchi here because he’s a sweetie who can and will end someone if they try to mess with Tsukki the people he cares about

Do not under any circumstances try to mess with the trio that is Nagi, Yama and Mido because they know all of your secrets and are not afraid to use that to their benefit

Isogai + Daichi + Iida

Did you mean: Dad Friends

Someone help them

It aint easy being a teen parent but they make it work

Also I’m a total simp for all three of them like Iida is everything I want IDKY I’m not saying its the glasses but its totally the glasses

Can and will do the disappointed dad stare. It is effective.

These three meet up to despair about their schoolmates and within five minutes one (or all) of them is getting a phone call because someone needs to be bailed out of jail

Isogai and Iida are class rep goals just saying

They love their classmates but why are they like this

Daichi: *watching Noya and Tanaka egg on the Terasaka gang to let them connect sleds on Yoshida’s motorbikes and go speed racing down the mountain* I ask myself that everyday

Just...someone give them a vacation and some aspirin because they need it

But not for too long because they are the few responsible ones

Midoriya: *mumbling* That’s funny considering that Iida tried to murder someone in cold blood

1-A members not aware of the Hosu Incident (so basically everyone except for Mido, Todo and Glasses Sonic): WHAT?!

Karma: Really? That’s weird. Nagisa tried to do that as well

3-E members that didn’t confront Takaoka: WAIT WHAT?!

Karasuno: *paling* who the f*ck are these people…

Fuwa + Nakamura + Kiyoko + Ashido + Aoyama

The ultimate shippers

Listen, look me in the eyes and tell me that Shimizu Kiyoko doesn’t ship her team and that she does not have a group chat with all of the other managers where they gossip about who’s dating who. Look me right in the eyes and tell me that does not happen.

These people know all of the gossip

Well actually Nagisa knows all of the tea in 3-E but Fuwa is a close second

Ultimate wingpeople

Kataoka + Ennoshita + Momo

I don’t want to say mum friend but they are the most responsible ones if Isogai, Daichi and Iida aren’t around

They are beings to be feared, you dont wanna cross them

There was once a time when all three of them are angered and everyone still has emotional scars to this day

The only ones who can control the chaos

Can also smack talk people like a pro

Have soft spots for the cinnamon rolls

Just imagine the three of them sitting around one of those circular umbrella tables outside of a cafe wearing matching sunglasses and drinking smoothies out of a straw as they judge everyone

Kimura + Hinata + Kageyama + Kirishima

GYM BUDDIES

Listen, there are athletes and there are athletes™

These boys are the latter

They race all of the time

I’m not kidding

Everything is a race

Arm wrestles galore

Hazama + Tsukishima + Tokoyami

Masters of snark

Looks like they can kill you, can actually kill you

Hang out with each other to get away from the stupidity of everyone around them

Hazama and Tokoyami are just chillin’ talking about demonic sacrifice and Tsukki’s like ‘you guys are more tolerable than the feral children I’ll stay here’

Literally have no cares at all

If you approach them they will make you cry

Chiba + Hayami + Kageyama + Todoroki

The chill kids

All they do is vibe in the background

They’re entire friendship is just *blank stare* *eye contact* *small nod*

And you know what? That’s valid

Are also totally willing to hide a body 24/7

Todo convinces the other three that his theories are legit

Terasaka Squad + Nishinoya + Tanaka + Bakusquad

CHAOS

That is it

Do I need to go on?

Kurahashi + Kouda

Soft bbys

Would die for them

Go on bug hunting expeditions

Hang out at petting zoos

Kurahashi has fallen in love with Kouda's bunnies as she should

Are proud parents of every single furry and crawlie critter on the E-Class mountain

Dont worry Nagisa gets to keep his snakes

Go to pet stores and animal shelters

pure cinnamon rolls

Maehara + Tanaka + Nishinoya + Kaminari

Best hype men

Praise each other like no other

Maehara and Calamari keep on getting annoyed because everyone keeps on pretending to not be able to tell the two apart

They can it's just that it's fun to mess with them

Karasuma + Ukai + Aizawa

The ‘I came here determined not to get attached and now I’ve adopted a gang of teenagers’

Are literally one second away from becoming alcoholics

Are constantly ready to ‘subtly’ brag about how their students are improving in training

Karasuma and Aizawa go over sparring procedures and Ukai is just like ‘your students have WEAPONS?!?’

Tsundere but parents

Best Dads

They love their kids

But dont tell anyone that

It’s okay they know anyway

Will deck anyone that hurts their chaos children in any way

Koro-Sensei + Takeda + Yagi

PROUD PAPAS

THEY LOVE THEIR KIDS SO MUCH

THEY CAN SPEND 1284720 HOURS BRAGGING ABOUT HOW AWESOME THEIR KIDS STUDENTS ARE

HAVE WALLETS WITH THEIR PHOTOS IN THEM Yagi’s is just 20+ pictures of Midoriya but shhhh

*Todoroki’s conspiracy theory senses tingle*

They could be at the groceries but they’ll still find a way to brag about their kids

#assassination classroom #haikyuu!!#boku no hero academia

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kbstories · 5 years ago

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"It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone."

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Protective Kiri, Soft Baku, Chatting

Chapter 1. No additional content warnings apply. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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The routine goes as follows:

Bakugou waits for Kirishima at the front door, arms crossed and a varying degree of pissed off depending how late he's running. Kirishima complains about the train being postponed or too full or delayed in some way – which is true, damn it, it’s like the universe has doomed his train line and none other in all of Japan to be the statistical outlier in an otherwise spotless record of punctuality – and begs for forgiveness, usually by bribing Bakugou with some post-workout coffee.

It works surprisingly well. A month into this and Kirishima is about ready to join one of those conspiracy theory servers Kaminari is so fond of because Bakugou is actually pretty lenient, death threats and crackling palms aside.

(That being said, Kirishima enjoys life and living and chasing after his dreams, so he will never breathe a word about that particular observation to anyone, least of all Bakugou himself.)

They usually got the gym to themselves, the employees on the early shift always looking vaguely relieved that at least someone is making use of their opening hours. Kirishima’s never been a regular anywhere aside from perhaps the manga store a few blocks from his home, so it feels a bit special to have this implicit claim to the training area made for heat-based quirks every Saturday morning.

Bakugou snorted when Kirishima told him that, muttering what sounded like fucking nerd under his breath.

The rest is pretty straight-forward. Kirishima’s been on a daily workout schedule for a good year by this point, and it’s clear Bakugou is used to it too. They stretch, do some warm-ups (in Bakugou’s case, quite literally) and off they go.

The thing is: It’s fun. Like, really, really fun. Really loud, too, especially when Bakugou’s got his sweat on and comes at him point-blank and flashy like fireworks personified. By the first session, Kirishima already realized it’s a lost cause trying to talk during training because all Bakugou replies with is an exasperated “Hah?!” no matter what he says.

It’s not like Kirishima could’ve heard himself speak anyways, his ears always left ringing something fierce from all the close-quarter explosions. Bakugou is a stranger to the concept of holding back or taking things by half measures, that much hasn’t changed.

Elsewhere, it might’ve taken a while for Kirishima to push his quirk to the point where his skin breaks out in cracks and ridges, his arms and shoulders and hair turning unyielding and clear-cut like miniature mountains. Not here, though: Not when the choices are to put his best foot forward with every move, or have Bakugou tear his throat out for daring to waste his time. There’s something so freeing about letting loose like that – a thrill that sends Kirishima’s heart on a war path and his pulse soaring until all that’s left are his instincts and quick reflexes.

Like this, every time he gets a hit in or a blast manages to leave a mark on his body, Bakugou grins and Kirishima grins back. Like this, the bruises and lost hours of sleep pale in comparison to just how bright Bakugou’s eyes can shine.

Kirishima brushes off the last traces of carbon dust off his arms to start massaging the sore muscles there. With U.A.’s Sports Festival a mere handful of days away, both of them kept going until their quirks started to sputter.

A strange comfort, to sit in mutual exhaustion like this. It’s not even noon but Kirishima could totally go for a nap, right there on the black, fire-proof tiles. Leaning back on his hands, he hums and asks:

“So. What’s the deal with Midoriya?”

A few feet from him, Bakugou pauses in rolling his shoulders. The black tank top he’s wearing is positively plastered to his body with sweat, his track pants saved from the same fate by how bulky they are.

“What?”

Too late, it occurs to Kirishima to feel nervous. The sensation is dim against the warmth still clinging to his skin though, that minute ache that comes with becoming stone for too long. “Being around him pisses you off. What’s up with that?”

Bakugou stares at him. His expression is hard to read, firmly within the realm of his default frown. “The fuck, Shitty Hair. What’s it to you?”

Uh oh. Kirishima sits up, mostly to raise his hands in a placating gesture, palm-up. “Just curious, bro. Honest. Been wondering for a while so I thought I’d ask, y’know?”

As bold as Kirishima aims to be, lying Bakugou in the face when his gaze is sharp enough to cut a bitch would be a monumentally stupid move. Bakugou seems to come to the same conclusion, even if his scoff is plenty aggressive.

“None of your fucking business, that’s what’s up with it. Fucking… Deku, bah.”

To say the silence that follows is loaded is the understatement of the century. Kirishima chews on his tongue, about a thousand questions balancing on its tip; it’s like the Midoriya he sees is the polar opposite of the one Bakugou blows a fuse over on a regular basis, and the why behind it is kind of starting to haunt him. (It doesn’t help that everyone in 1-A treats him as some sort of expert in all things Bakugou instead of interacting with the guy directly.)

One glance at Bakugou and he swallows it all down. Only now, with any and all traces of it gone, does Kirishima realize how calm he had looked. “…Coffee?”

Bakugou picks himself off the ground and leaves without another word.

Baku 💣💥

it’s bullshit dude (sent 18:23)

u know that right? (sent 18:23)

right? (sent 18:48)

like the whole chains + muzzle thing was ass i’m still fuming (sent 19:10)

and the press can go duck themselves lol (sent 19:12)

fuck** (sent 19:12)

it’s ur right to refuse the thing if u don’t want it (sent 19:15)

idk man it just sucks (sent 19:20)

baku? (sent 19:35)

:( (sent 19:55)

i know (received 19:56)

stop blowing up my phone (received 19:57)

baku!! ❤️ (sent 19:57)

sry haha (sent 19:57)

u ok tho? (sent 20:00)

fuck off (received 20:01)

sry sry (sent 20:01)

(my moms say hi btw 💪🏻💪🏻) (sent 20:32)

((and congrats but i told em u don’t wanna hear it lmao)) (sent 20:33)

hi back (received 20:40)

💪🏻 (sent 20:42)

Lord Explosion Murder?? (Baku 💣💥 )

so like (sent 6:20)

ur hero name (sent 6:20)

? (received 6:21)

oh! morning lol (sent 6:22)

ok so. it’s a bit of a mouthful (sent 6:24)

manly! (sent 6:24)

but y’know (sent 6:24)

k (received 6:25)

what about nitro? or smth (sent 6:30)

it’s snappy and cool! like u hehe (sent 6:33)

WAIT NO (sent 6:33)

LIKE (sent 6:33)

UM (sent 6:34)

kirishima (received 6:34)

yea? (sent 6:34)

OH SHIT DID U JUST (sent 6:36)

pls don’t kill me (sent 6:36)

bro? (sent 6:40)

bakubro? (sent 6:48)

nitro? 👀 (sent 6:53)

… (sent 6:57)

at least lemme say bye to my dog man (sent 7:00)

no (received 7:00)

RIP in pieces me (sent 7:00)

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥 )

oi dipshit (received 8:02)

?? 👀 (sent 8:02)

you owe me coffee (received 8:03)

!!! (sent 8:03)

[train_view.jpg] (sent 8:18)

omw 💪🏻 (sent 8:19)

k (received 8:19)

>>Chapter 3

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bnha fanfiction #kiri is braver than any marine: the fic #(let's hope tumblr doesn't kill the formatting on this one)#this fic is also on AO3!!#my stuff

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grailfinders · 5 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #57: Eric Bloodaxe

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re making Eric Bloodaxe, He’s a Viking king best known for his bloody axe, which is why they call him “Bloodaxe King”.

Check out the level-by-level breakdown below the cut, or the build summary over here!

Race and Background

Eric is a Viking, and therefore probably Human, which will give him +1 to all his stats. He may be a king, but we’re going to make him a Marine, for Athletics, Survival, and Land and Water Vehicle proficiency.

Stats:

In typical berserker fashion, your stats go Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Charisma, Intelligence, Wisdom, in order from highest to lowest. You’re strong, tough and built like a brick, but your Madness Enhancement wrecks your mental stats. Your Charisma is less wrecked than the others though, both because you’re scary and because we’ll need it for multiclassing. We’re multiclassing into Warlock to get Gunnhild into the mix, partly because I don’t want to make three fighter-barbarian builds in as many weeks, partly because I’m scared about what she’ll do to me if I don’t put her in.

Class Levels

1. Barbarian 1: Wild, right? First level barbarians have proficiency in Strength and Constitution saves, as well as two barbarian skills. You’re a scary guy, so you’ve got Intimidation down pat. And you can see how lovely your wife is, so your Perception has to be great! please don’t hurt me

You also get Rage, which you can activate as a bonus action for extra damage with strength based attacks, advantage on strength based rolls, and resistance to common physical damage. You also get Unarmored Defense, giving you an unarmored AC of pretty good, based on your dexterity and constitution.

2. Warlock 1: The question of what warlock patron Gunnhild would fit under is a tricky one. Mechanically, the one thing we know you can do is curse people, and Hex is a first level spell any warlock can learn. The Fiend’s off the table right now for reasons I can’t go into, so my second pick would be the Raven Queen. Alongside their normal charisma-based Pact Magic, warlocks of the Raven Queen get a Sentinel Raven, a raven shaped spirit that obeys your husband’s commands. When perched on his shoulder, it can’t be targeted by attacks or other negative effects, and takes no damage. It also gives him 30 feet of darkvision and adds his charisma modifier to his perception checks. As long as it’s within 100 feet of him, they can speak telepathically, share senses, and it can wake him up as a bonus action. If the raven’s killed, he gets advantage on all attacks against the killer for 24 hours. The raven vanishes if either of them are killed, or they’re separated by more than 5 miles. Finally, he can recall the raven, even from death, at the end of short or long rests.

For your cantrips, Toll the Dead will help you finish off whatever your husband started, and Infestation will make them regret starting anything in the first place. For spells, grab Hex for the obligatory curses, and Unseen Servant to manifest yourself to help out.

3. Barbarian 2: Second level barbarians get a Reckless Attack, and when you use it you get advantage on all of the turn’s attacks in exchange for your enemies getting advantage against you until your next turn. You also get a Danger Sense, giving advantage on dexterity saves caused by things you can see. Honestly, becoming more reckless and more attuned to danger seems counterintuitive, but I’m not a berserker.

4. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get two Eldritch Invocations, which you can use to customize your pact experience. Fiending Vigor will help keep your husband alive with an at-will False Life spell. Save the second one for third level.

For your spell, Armor of Agathys lets hubby go on the offense and defense at the same time, giving him a shell of temporary hit points, and while those hit points still exist, dealing ice damage to anything that hits him in melee range.

5. Barbarian 3: Third level barbarians set down their Primal Path. The path of the Berserker should be familiar by now. It lets you turn your rage into a Frenzy, adding an attack as a bonus action while raging at the cost of one level of exhaustion after it’s over. Again: It’s bad.

6. Warlock 3: Third level warlocks get a Pact Boon. The Pact of the Blade gives you a pact weapon you can summon as an action. It can be any weapon you want, but for the sake of this build we’re making it a Battleaxe. You know, it’s the Blood Axe, for the Bloodaxe King. To make it especially bloody, use that other invocation you were saving to grab Improved Pact Weapon, adding one to Eric’s attacks and damage rolls while using the axe, and allowing you to cast spells while he’s holding it.

Speaking of spells, Silence will be useful if any women try to talk to him. It creates a 20′ radius within which no sound can be made, including thunder damage and verbal components of spells.

7. Barbarian 4: Use your first ASI on your Strength for more damage an accuracy.

8. Warlock 4: Use your next ASI to round out his Constitution and Charisma for more health, AC, and better spell saves. At least one of you has to look out for his safety...

For your spells, Prestidigitation lets you create a bunch of magical effects without burning any slots, and Crown of Madness forces a wisdom saving throw or you choose what it attacks at the start of each of its turns. In name, this is the closest thing to Eric’s NP, but using it on him is kind of pointless.

9. Barbarian 5: Fifth level barbarians get an Extra Attack, letting you strike twice with each attack action. They also get Fast Movement, adding 10′ to their speed as long as they aren’t wearing heavy armor. Thankfully Armor of Agathys doesn’t count, even at third level.

10. Warlock 5: Speaking of, fifth level warlocks have third level slots and spells! Grab Spirit Shroud so you can take a more active part in your husband’s life. Add 1d8 necrotic damage to his attacks, prevent them from healing, and slow them down, all for a single spell slot!

You also get another invocation at this level. Eldritch Smite lets you burn spell slots like a paladin for some extra force damage. It deals 1d8 as a base, plus another 1d8 for each level of the spell slot used. Since you’ve only got third level slots, that means they’ll hit for 4d8.

11. Barbarian 6: Sixth level Berserkers can go into a Mindless Rage, making you immune to being frightened and charmed for the duration, and suspending any frights or charms already affecting you. It’s useful, but you’re mostly doing it because you’re afraid of what Gunnhild will do to whoever’s foolish enough to charm you.

12. Barbarian 7: Your Feral Instinct gives you advantage on initiative rolls, and you can ignore surprise if you rage first thing. Turns out having multiple people looking out for you makes you hard to ambush.

13. Barbarian 8: Your next ASI is going to turn you into a War Caster so you can cast spells even with your hands full. This also gives you advantage on concentration saves, and you can cast spells with your attack of opportunity. Now Gunnhild can hex somebody on their turn, and you can make them regret being born on yours!

14. Barbarian 9: Brutal Critical lets you add an extra damage die to critical hits. You can also use that smite thing to add lots of dice to your critical hits. Basically, your crits hurt.

15. Barbarian 10: Tenth level Berserkers have an Intimidating Presence. You can use your action to try and frighten someone, forcing a wisdom save with your spell save DC. It only lasts a turn, but you can use your action next turn to extend the effect without causing another save.

16. Barbarian 11: Your Rage is now Relentless, letting you continue fighting after terrible wounds. When you would drop to 0 HP, you can instead make a DC 10 Constitution Save. On a success, you drop to 1, and the DC of the save increases by 5. After any kind of rest, the DC resets.

17. Barbarian 12: Use your last ASI to bump your Charisma. This gives you better perception via bird, but more importantly it makes Gunnhild’s spells hurt more.

18. Barbarian 13: Another Brutal Critical level, another die added when you deal critical damage.

19. Your final Berserker feature is Retaliation. When you take damage from a creature within 5′ of you, you can use your reaction to attack them.

20. For your final level, you gain Persistent Rage, which means your rages don’t end until you want them to. Or until a minute is up. Or until your wife tells you to stop yelling.

Pros:

Being able to smite as a barbarian is great! You can do a ton of damage in a single blow if you’re lucky: while raging, you’ll deal 4d10+4d8+8 damage with a critical hit..

You’re also very difficult to surprise, both in the sense that you can ignore being surprised, and that you have a scout that can fly up to 100′ ahead of you and warn of danger.

Cons:

Once again, having to juggle spells and rages can be a tricky decision, reducing the overall effectiveness of the warlock levels.

Your magic is also very limited, especially if you’re going to spend some of those slots on smites. .

Up next: Look in the kitchen! It’s a dog! It’s a cat! No, it’s Tamamo!

#Fate Grand Order #fgo #dnd 5e #Eric Bloodaxe #Fate and Phantasms

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 5 years ago

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Bloodshed AU

Chapter 4

Warnings: Nudity, Gore, Language, Violence Summary: Steve Rogers works in a research and tech company in New York. He’s been digging into myths and footage on a creature known as the werewolf. Vicious as they are, he hunts them. With a lot of failures, his team thinks he’s crazy. He may prove them wrong.

Do NOT ride motorbikes in the snow. It’s plain careless. These are professionals people. PROFESSIONALS (even though it’s you)

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Characters (Bloodshed Seven)

Author’s Note: There’s One twilight reference scene in this story. Let’s see if you can find it

Hint: It’s a Jacob move in Twilight Saga: New Moon

Steve followed what Y/N had told her, said the trail was a few miles up. He listened and took that snowy road. She sat in his car beside him. Her eyes scanning through the woods as he continued down the road.

“This house seems stranded,” He said, she looks over and grins. “Not many people go down this road. It goes to the Volk park further down.” Steve nods. He remembered his father taking this road. He remembered where they stood. The sound of the howls of the werewolf.

The truck tilts a bit when he hits a pothole and Y/N leans forward, “Turn here.” He looks over and turns onto the other road. When he was young this road was never here.

He never thought there’d be a house here. He thought this place could possibly be a small cabin.

The truck was a small space. The windows weren’t rolled down and Y/N would often shift in her seat.

Her hand going over her mouth as she holds her breath in.

Don’t. She repeats in her head. Her wolf growled to the strong smell of his cologne. Ugh. Y/N lets out a grunt and Steve looks over, “You okay?” He asked.

She nods, “Yeah, why?” He shrugs, “You look tense,” He said. She laughs, “Oh...um, I sometimes have a fear of the snow. You know... accidents,” She lied. She hoped he was that easy to trick.

Steve nods, “I understand. I’ll go slow.”

“No, it’s okay. We’re almost there anyway.” Y/N’s nose twitched at the slightest, she rubbed her nose and covered her mouth again, staring at the window. Her senses kept picking up a red flag. The cologne stung her senses.

Steve reached an open snow field and stared in awe at the huge house in the middle of the forest. It looked beautiful. He pulled up to the front to see other cars and motorcycles in the open garage. A man shirtless was working on one of them and they turned their head.

Y/N jumps out, “Come on in.” Steve jumps out next and walks around to follow Y/N up to the house.

Steve saw the man turn and stand up, wiping his greasy hands with a towel. “Y/N?” He called, Steve saw his tan skin and his hair combed barely with small curls coming out every direction.

Y/N sighs, “Hey, Buck. This is Steve, ran into him.” Steve leans forward toward the man and holds his hand out, “Steve.” Bucky finishes wiping his hand and shakes it.

Bucky nods, “James.” Y/N looks over, “We call him Buck. He sometimes hunts for bucks that come across this field here,” Y/N said. Steve nods. “My father used to do that, sometimes we’d go for the hares,” Steve replied.

Bucky nods, his determined serious look never faltered. Y/N grins at Steve, “Follow me, I think Ada won’t mind you.” The two head inside as Bucky glared at the back of Steve’s skull like a hungry wolf.

Y/N gestured Steve in and he looked around. The place was warm, cozy. A nice place in the middle of nowhere. “Y/N, is that you? I can smell you from here!” Tatum shouts, Y/N chuckles softly as she glanced at Steve.

Steve saw a man walk in, again this one was shirtless as well. “Woah... Hey, who are you?” He asked, Steve grins softly and holds his hand out, “Steve.”

The man reached out to the taller one, “Tatum.”

“Damn it, Tatum!” Y/N hears Randall shout, Y/N covers her face mentally at these boys. The man comes in but stops, Y/N looks at Randall who stared at Steve. “Hi,” Steve said.

Randall looks at Y/N and ignores them, running up the stairs so Y/N sighed. “Sorry, that’s Randall. We call him Ran sometimes. With an ‘a’ not an ‘o’.”

Steve nods. Y/N heard someone come down and the familiar fern smell came over to her senses. Ada had come down the stairs, “Y/N, you’re back,” Ada sounded too adoring, like she was some rich woman in a coat of animal fur. Like Cruella De Vil. Ada heads over and rubs down Y/N’s back as she looks up to Steve.

“You must be the guest Randall spoken about.”

Steve nods, “Hi, Steve,” He says. Y/N blinks at him. Y/N looked over to Ada. “I’m Ada. I’m sure, Roman-Oh, there he is,” Ada says, Y/N felt her heart drop to Roman’s appearance.

Roman didn’t like guests who weren’t—well.Them.

Ada, for sure, agreed with Roman because if they were to have people over then they’re feral dogs in cages. Last time—Roman didn’t end well with the last guest that happened to be Tatum’s girlfriend who was drunk and no one really cared or know about her so no one really bothered to look for her.

Sad.

Y/N kind of regretted bringing him here but he’d leave before morning. Roman walked over and Steve swallowed. Y/N shoots a look. Don’t show fear. Roman was slightly taller but they were almost eye leveled.

Steve held his hand out, “I’m Steve.” Roman looks down at his hand then back up. “What brings you and your rusty truck to our home?” He asked. Steve drops his hand to that.

“Roman,” Ada says, Steve slowly inhaled and shoved his hands in his pockets. Okay, wanna be like that?

“I wanted to check the park out, my father used to take me here,” He lied. Roman quirks a brow and nods once but seemed to find some signs of suspicion. Roman never leaves his eyes on the man, “Randall, why don’t you show the gentleman around. And Y/N, I need help upstairs about that new furniture.” Y/N nods knowing what was bound to happen as Steve looks at her.

She reassures him with a nod and followed Ada and Roman up the stairs as Steve silently stood with Tatum and Randall who stared at him intently.

Steve awkwardly grins. Then awkwardly asking, “Liking the weather so far?”

Y/N followed Roman into the lounge area upstairs as he whips around. “What the fuck are you doing? You know the rules we have!” He said, Ada closes the door to keep the arguing silent.

“He was out in the snow, he looked like he was lost!” Y/N says. Roman runs a hand through his hair, “He has to go, now!”

“He’ll leave in the morning,” Ada says, Y/N looks over, “Yes, I can take him into town and find him a motel to stay.”

“You just gave away our only safe house,” Roman says, his arm outreached towards the side. “I know! Can you just let this happen for one time? I promise he’ll stay away from us!” Y/N says back. Roman shakes his head and sighs.

He tried not to do it. Not tear this whole place down. “You get rid of him in 24 hours. If I see him here, I’ll rip him to shreds.” Roman then storms out of the room and leaves Y/N in the room with Ada.

She covered her face, “You know he’ll have to go soon.”

Y/N nods, lowering her face, “I know. I just... I regretted it once I sat in his car. The smell... the red flags...”

“I know. We can’t tell him about that, okay? Not even us,” Ada said.

“What if it gets worse?” Y/N asked, she crosses her arms and Ada comes over, gently rubbing her shoulders. “He’ll have to find out soon. Either the wrong or the right time.”

Y/N nods in her hand and Ada drops her hands, “He can sleep in the guest bedroom. Downstairs,” She adds the last word. Y/N knew these hounds can’t stop smelling the strong cologne. It was sensitive to their senses and it distracts most of them from anything. The flesh he had on his bones were added to the scent as well.

Especially blood.

It was starting to get dark so Y/N walked out of the room after Ada did, minutes after.

Y/N met Steve in the living room. He jumps up and turns to her. Y/N grins at him, “You tired?” She asked. Steve looks around, “I’ve traveled from New York so yeah.”

Y/N didn’t want to admit that she knew he did. The smell of the New York’s outdoors. His shirt smelled—like a canine. Another dog. Not a werewolf. Just a regular domestic dog.

Y/N shook the ideas off and sighed, “I can take you to the guest room. In the morning, I can get you a motel in town.” Steve nods as he followed you. “Cool. Thank you,” He said. Steve looked over to the wall and noticed the huge hole in the wall.

As if someone punched it.

Y/N opened the door and gestured him first. He walked passed her and— holy shit. She regretted it. Her eyes closed and the inner wolf started to become feral. Her teeth grit against each other and her jaw tightens. Stop.

“This is nice,” Steve said, breaking her thoughts. The trail of his aroma filled the room as he wandered around. Y/N nods, “Cozy, too. I hope you sleep well.”

“You, to-” He cuts himself off and Y/N blinked at him as he lowered his head. He cleared his throat, “You, too,” He said. Y/N smiles at him and closes his door. Shutting his aroma in that room.

She’ll have to wash those sheets a million times after he’s gone.

After an hour, she left the bathroom from her shower and saw Bucky in her room. “Hey, Buck,” She said.

He walks over to the woman drying her hair with the towel. “Who’s that guy? Why’d you bring him here?”

Y/N walks by him, “You sound like Roman, I already had this talk, I don’t need it again-”

“I’m just saying. You don’t know who he is.”

“No, but just get out.”

“You’ll get rid of him?” Bucky asked, Y/N turns around irritated, “Yes! Just go, please.” Her hands placed gently on his pectorals and he looks down at them. He looks up with adoring eyes now. His eyes shifting between hers and he sighed. “Okay.”

His hand reaches up and gently rubs her arm before taking a step back. “Tomorrow, please.”

“Okay,” Y/N said.

Bucky grins, “We’ll be heading over to the Freeze joint in town. Just something for us.” Y/N sighs with a grin. “Okay, close the door.” Bucky reached for the door and closed it.

Y/N walked over to her bed and crawled in. Laying on her stomach, she relaxed herself. The aroma coming from Steve was gone but she was desperate for more of it. Her stomach on the urge to growl with hunger but she shook it off. She closed her eyes till someone barges in and closes the door.

“You know you aren’t getting rid of me easily,” Bucky says.

Y/N groans as Bucky slips into the bed and drapes his arm over her. “Bucky, get out!” She groans when he rolls on top of her. He laughs, “Doggy pile.” She laughed. Y/N tries to shove him off.

“Okay, you can sleep in my bed, just get off me!” She felt him roll off and he relaxed on her bed. Bucky usually did this sometimes. It wasn’t new for her. Just two friends sleeping in a bed.

Under the heavy blue moon.

Steve relaxed in the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to see Natasha’s name pop up. He pushed the button and pulled it up to his ear, “Hey.”

“Hey, Steve. How’s it going in Oregon?” She asked. Steve looks out the window to the fallen snow. “It’s snowing but I haven’t reached Sarah, yet.”

“Have you called her? Is she okay?” Natasha asked. Steve nods, “I know she’s doing fine. Right now, I ran into a woman and her family. She was gonna take me down to get a motel.”

“I’m glad you got there safely, Tony was wondering when you’ll be back in time for that Australia mission.”

Steve sighs, “I’m sure I’ll be back in time for it. Just keep me updated, if anything comes up, let me know.”

“All right, I should get to bed. You should, too,” She said. Steve smiles even though she couldn’t see it. “Okay. Take care of Dodger for me till I get back. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Nat chuckles, “I won’t shave the dog, I promise. Bye, Steve.”

“Night.”

The next day, Y/N woke up. Bucky sensed her awakening and he stretched when she sat up. Y/N stands up and heads into the closet. Bucky groans, “Where you going?” He asked.

Y/N throws on clothes, “I need to drop off Steve somewhere in town. Get him a hotel with that one guy, what’s his name? Erik?”

“Selvig? You know that guy’s a freak?”

“How so?” She asked, Bucky sits up in her bed. “Well, he knows the reporter, Jane Foster. You know, them two have been exploring the-” Bucky waves his hands like a crazy person, setting in that spooky mood, “-Werewolves are real thing. They even made that stupid website of footage.”

Y/N chuckles, “They’ve also been looking in those weird Norse Mythology things. They even gotten crazy on this one guy ... Jane Foster was first an astrophysicist before she got fired and became a reporter. Journalist for a while,” Y/N points out.

“Erik,” Y/N sputters, “He can be a complete crazy guy but he still contains himself. I’m sure the man in our house won’t mind him.” Y/N leaves the room so Bucky jumps off the bed and follows her down towards the kitchen.

Y/N immediately spots Steve at the island. “Oh, morning,” Y/N says, Steve turns, “Morning.” Y/N walks over to the coffee maker and turns. “Buck, do you want coffee?”

“I’ll take one,” He said, glaring at Steve as he walks by. Y/N continued to make the coffee, “Steve?” She offered. He perks his head up, “Uh, sure.” Bucky comes over to Y/N and he stood a bit too close.

Steve glances up at them and his gaze never left them. Bucky seemed to be.

Defensive.

Y/N felt it and she turned to Buck, “Can you look in the fridge for the creamer?” She asked. Bucky drapes his hand on her back and nods. Bucky then heads over to the fridge and searches for the creamer.

Steve eventually removed his eyes away from them. “So, where is this motel? How far?” He asked. He needed as much information, distance from one place to another. It was kind of important. Steve still hasn’t found anything in the Volk forest and he needed to be there in time.

“Well, the county that’s about 3 hours away from here is where Y/N was gonna take you,” Bucky jumps in, not allowing Y/N to speak, “The town’s small but you’ll be fine there. We’re sorry but we can’t have you here.”

Y/N drops her hands on the counter and glares at Bucky. He looked at her without removing the look of determination. Steve lowers his head, his hair falling over his face, “Oh, no, I get it. I knew I wasn’t gonna stay for long. I didn’t want to intrude your guys’ home.”

Y/N shook her head, “You didn’t Steve, in all honesty, I didn’t know how my family would react,” Y/N and Bucky throw looks at each other. She turns and slides Steve a coffee. “Thanks,” He mutters.

Y/N gives one to Bucky as she takes hers. “We can leave after breakfast.” Steve nods and takes a sip. “Sounds great.”

Y/N had taken her motorcycle and placed it in the back of Steve’s truck for her to return home. She wanted to guide Steve in his truck but she knew it was a mistake. She’d have to deal with the smell of him again.

Y/N hadn’t felt like this in forever. The smell was somewhat similar years back when she last had a human body. Y/N knew Bucky had ripped those hunters but he wanted to finish them off. She would’ve if she had the chance. It had been years since they haven’t had a full human feast.

The sign of the County Oregon town called Clare View Point. The place where Bucky and Y/N would grab coffees at the small diner that was a five-star. Everyone was nice in the small town. Almost half the town is hunters who travel up to the Volk forest for deer, bears and moose.

Hunting season was over now and they’re lucky to roam the area again for deer. Y/N had to get Steve out their way first. She pointed at every place. The barber shop, the diner, the laundromat, crazy people to not talk to when he walks the streets.

She told him to stop in front of the motel. It was not much of a big place but they had good service. She walked in with Steve and headed inside. “Mr. Selvig!” She calls out, a thud was heard in the back.

“Oh, Christ!” The man stumbles out from the back and heads over to the desk, “Oh, hey, Y/N. You’re back. What can I do for you?” He asked.

Y/N leans on the desk, “I have a friend here, who came back to his home and he needs a place to stay for a while or how long he’ll be here,” Y/N glances at Steve. Steve wasn’t so sure how long he would be here. As long as he gets it done less than a week.

His team won’t worry about him.

Erik didn’t respond—well, he blinked. Y/N smiles, “Okay,” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her wallet. Steve holds his hand out, “Woah, hey. You don’t have to-” He began but she holds her hand up, “No, Steve. Erik, I’m asking you a favor.”

She holds up the 100 dollar bill up, “He just needs a room. I promise he’s not like the others.” Erik hums and quickly snatches the bill, looking at it closely. “Okay,” He nods, walking over to grab a key. Y/N looks at Steve and smirks.

Erik comes back with a key, “Here you go, son. Room 37B. Enjoy your stay.” Y/N smiles and slips her wallet back in her pocket and walks out to help Steve with his bags.

Y/N pulled the back off his truck ledge down and reached for her bike. “Careful. I think it’s a lot heavier than it looks-” Steve began as Y/N reached for the bike and grabs it, “-Let me help you-” He stops himself when Y/N pulls the bike and lowers it to the ground with no problem.

Steve watched in awe. Y/N grunts and rolls the bike to the curb of the side walk. She swipes her hands together, “Okay, let’s get you into your room.” He watched her as she reaches for his bags and pulls them towards her.

He helped her and walked over to his room. Opening his room, they stepped in and placed the bags on the bed. The room was nice. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out the box of cigarettes.

He slipped one into his lips and lit it. Y/N looks over as he holds the box out, “Want one?” He mutters. Y/N shakes her head. The smell of it was intoxicating and it made her senses burn.

She’d only see it get worse. He puffs out the smoke and slipped the box and lighter back into his pockets. “Thank you for helping me. I didn’t think I’d get a place for free,” He said.

Y/N nods, she looked around the room. The small scent of sex gave her a cringed look on her face as she entered the bathroom. He couldn’t even smell it. It must’ve been the lavender scent they set up somewhere.

Y/N could smell it.

“No problem,” She finally said, turning around and walked out. Steve follows her out back to his truck and her motorcycle. “Will I be seeing you again?” He asked.

Y/N hops on the bike and sighs, “Maybe. Small town, might run into me once or twice a month. Maybe three if you’re lucky.”

Steve squints up at her as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth. She shakes her head, “Trust me you’ll stay out of the forest? It’s dangerous these times, bears and the snow is pretty much dead for you. Especially the ice.”

He nods. “Sure thing,” He lied. He needed to go into that forest pretty soon. Y/N kicks the stand up, “If you want, there’s this cliff they have on the coastline. Buck and I go there to hang out on the shore. Maybe go for a swim. We’re sure the snow will melt soon. They said light snow came by so we’re welcome to swim at the shore.”

Steve nods, “I’ll think about it.” He thought about that guy, Bucky. He must be Y/N’s boyfriend. Overprotective. He didn’t want to ask about him. “Ride safe,” He said. Y/N grins and nods, “I’ll see you later.” He watched her ride off down the street leaving him at the motel alone.

“So, you didn’t really get rid of him.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Come on, Bucky-”

He reaches for the fries, “Well, he knows where we are. I mean, if that guy finds any suspicions of us, everyone will know.” Y/N shakes her head at him. Bucky was getting defensive. Thinking that this Steve guy was some weird guy.

“He’s just a normal guy, Buck. He was lost.”

“Yeah, of course, what was he doing in the forest?” He asked, Y/N shrugs at him, “He was by the creek, looking at blood.”

“So he’s a detective then. He’s the police. Undercover,” Bucky said, Y/N rolls her eyes once again and laughs. “He doesn’t look like one.” Y/N reached for her shake as they sat outside the Freezer joint.

The best burgers in the town. Y/N had a burger with bacon in it. She craved the bacon this time. Bucky pulls out a cigarette causing Y/N to drop her shoulders. “Come on, Buck, you know I don’t like those.”

He lights it, “Aw, stop. You used to like them.”

“Used to. I quit. They cause lung cancer,” She says, Bucky chuckles, “Can’t get it. You know us.”

“We’re still human,” She mutters. Bucky reaches for the cigarette and pulled it away, “Come on, Y/N. I only have these once a week, not every fucking minute.” Y/N reaches for the fries and dips it in the ketchup. Bucky puffs out the smoke and looks over to her.

“Why are you so upset?” He asked.

Y/N dips her fry in the small ketchup cup, “I just... fucked up,” She throws the fry in her mouth. Bucky looks at the fries in front of her before reaching over, “What’d you fuck up on?” He asked.

“You know what I did.”

“No, seriously-”

“I fucking ruined our lives by inviting someone to our only safe house that kept us away. We live too close by those hunters bodies and now he’s gonna suspect that we did it.” Bucky pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it out on the cement table.

“He won’t suspect anything. We were a miles away from it. Remember the police came over? They didn’t suspect anything. We’re fine,” Bucky said. Y/N pulls her drink to her lips and takes a sip as Bucky grins up at her.

“Just relax. If Roman’s pissy about it, then let him be. He shouldn’t pussy out now when we don’t have shit to be blamed on.” Y/N placed her cup back down and looked over to their bikes parked on the side.

“I invited him to the cliff side tomorrow,” Y/N says.

Bucky drops his shoulders this time, “Our spot? Why?” He asked. Y/N shakes her head, “I don’t know. I didn’t want to just say hi then kick his ass out without another word.”

Bucky nods, agreeing— finally. “Okay, I understand. But this can’t be a normal thing. He needs to be a usual guy that we know. Not friends. Nothing. It’s the only way to just keep him away from coming over.”

Y/N nods. She reaches for the fries again— her brows furrow. “Doesn’t Steve Rogers sound familiar to you?” She asked.

Bucky reached for the fries, too and ate one. “No. Why?” He asked. Y/N shakes her head and licked her lips. “It’s just... never mind.” Bucky shrugs, letting her respond like that. If he did, she’d just shut him out again.

“Okay.”

The wolf snarled at the man in front of him. It’s teeth, sharp and pale-white as blood drooled down it’s muzzle. The man crawls back and tries to throw sticks and rocks at the beast. “Get back!” He shouts.

The hound’s growls roared like thunder. Its eyes were blue but deadly, staring into the eyes of a devil hidden behind ocean eyes.

The wolf’s fur snow white and the shine of it reflected off the moon as it stalked closer to him.

The man groans, “Get back, beast!” The man meets the tree behind him as he gasps at the clunk of the wolf’s jaws biting at him.

“This ain’t your territory!”

Some ending there but it would’ve been worse

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Forging the Legend

Last time, in the Tale of Pelnar, we caught a glimpse into the origin of the concept that became a legend among warriors, the truly unkillable beast known as Pelnar. Today, we shall hear about how her very name grew to strike fear and all-consuming rage into the hearts of her foes. Previous chapters can be found here: https://fox-thoughts.tumblr.com/post/164264626298/story-time https://fox-thoughts.tumblr.com/post/165532928943/birth-of-a-dream-origin-of-the-five-tailed-devil

Many years later, long after I had abandoned the previous Perfect World, I found a private server, Epic Perfect World. My first character was a Venomancer, who I named in honor of her predecessor back in the Retail release of the game. In this version, you started off ten levels above the previous cap, and level cap had been raised from 105 to 150, more skills had been added, and a couple new mechanics had been introduced. It is important to note that among these mechanics was a formerly expensive cash-store only item made free and available to all players, which refreshes your HP to full once every ten seconds if you fall below half. Looking through the new (and higher level vanilla) skills, I noticed a buff. Sage Venomancers in fox form got +150% physical resist, scaled so because their base physical resist was really low, and they are meant to wear robes. It makes it so that they don’t get oneshot by physical classes and such. The dream... Could it be real?

I decided to try this out after I hit level cap of 150, wearing all physical armor, and to spare you the months (years) of tweaking that went into it, full Vitality with Magic Resist accessories to help pad my already somewhat okay-ish inbuilt Magic Resist. The result of this was... Underwhelming, on its own. I made myself a bit harder to kill, that was all. I was nothing if people weren’t focusing on me, and people wouldn’t focus on me unless I dealt damage or pissed them off sufficiently, which took a LOT.

So, I looked at my metaphorical character sheet and decided to learn the skill Vicious Mockery. In addition to this, I got myself a skill that would ordinarily turn someone into a puffbird for four seconds, and got an augmentation that turned people into a cat instead. With this in tow, I set myself out into the world, and thus began my quest. I had decided to become the most annoying piece of shit on the server.

I chose my first target carefully, the leader of a faction known as GodsArmy, an Assassin by the name of FeelMyPoIson (Capital i, he had an alt where he used a lowercase L). I had an advantage against Assassins, because they could only deal physical damage, and they didn’t hit hard, but instead they hit fast. He could deal almost no damage to me, so he seemed as good a target as any. So, I went to the small village where he and his faction hung out, chattered, regrouped, and whatnot, and waited for him to leave safe zone for a sparring match with someone from his group. Then, just as he used his Spark (A thing that consumes a resource that you gain by attacking. Think a Fury meter or something), I stepped out of SZ just far enough to turn him into a cat, making him incapable of attacking or using any skills.

I then typed in public chat “KITTY!” and cast Purge on him, a Venomancer skill that strips someone of all buffs, completely nullifying his Spark, just before returning to the comfort of the Safe Zone. This prompted both him and his sparring partner to cuss me out. They built their chi back up (resource used by Spark) and started at it again... Just as Bewitch (KITTY!) came off of Cooldown. The moment I moved, both changed targets from eachother, and it was suddenly a 2v1. I died at the hands of the archer, but not before shouting out in celebration of FMP’s temporary new form. I continued this for hours and had no lack of fun at their expense. This earned me their hatred, and the favor of their rivals, Ruthless.

I joined with Ruthless just about the time I got the weapon that made this all stitch together. On being hit, this weapon had a 10% chance to remove all debuffs from me, grant me temporary immunity to further ailments, and increase my movement speed to the maximum possible on the server.

I discovered the synergies possible with this while harassing my next target, the popular whale and another assassin, Vookie. When I had joined Ruthless, I had been granted a small bit of money to finish learning some Ascended skills and some cash to buy Morai books, which granted me several new skills,including a spammable AoE attack speed debuff and the most important skill of my build, Feral Concentration.

Feral Concentration, only usable in Fox Form, and thus overlooked by most Arcane venomancers that preferred to stay in Human form (I was a fox, 24/7) applied a stun, a root, and a silence to the caster in order to make them completely invincible for ten seconds. It worked a lot like a consumable item that was rather popular that made you invulnerable for six seconds, applying the same debuffs. So, if my Health Charm allows me to refresh my HP bar every ten seconds... I wait for it to tick, to heal me back to full, allow myself to get hurt down into healing range before the cooldown is up, use Feral Concentration to wait out the heal, come out with a full health bar and about half the CD done, get damaged until it ticks again, and repeat the process with the consumable... Okay, but I’m going to be useless for half the fight... This is no good! Wait... Those apply cleanse-able debuffs. If I do it while being attacked by an Assassin that hits me five times per second... I IGNORE ALL THE DEBUFFS AND AM AT MAX SPEED, YES! This is perfect! Until, that is, I use both immunities and have to wait for cooldowns... UNLESS I use this Genie skill which has no cast time or consumable cost to grant me another six seconds of immunity and another charm tick! But... What if I use Bewitch to render my opponent incapable of attacking? That’s... Another charm tick. Oh, and I have a skill that roots them in place while I run around! And I can perform a quick knockdown!

What came to be was a stressful hell. Vookie was PISSED because he couldn’t kill me, and I kept interrupting him trying to kill other people, acting as their guardian.

He came at me outside of the Ruthless Safezone one day with FeelMyPoIson, a third assassin that I forget the name of, an Archer, and a Wizard who I had managed to piss off. This 5v1 outside of Ruthless’s hideout lasted a full ten minutes, and gathered Safe Zone spectators, people looking on at the Impossible Fox, ducking, dodging, weaving between the assassins, keeping them permanently slowed, countering the full-on combos of the Wizard by bewitching him at the apex of his combo, fizzling it out, and just laughing at the three assassins and archer trying to kill her.

Ten minutes later, I walked to Safe Zone, using the slow walk animation instead of the normal Run animation, travelling across the entire battlefield as I typed to the assailants. “Sorry guys, gotta go to the bathroom! Was fun, I’ll brb!”

“NO! YOU STUPID FOX! YOU DEAL NO DAMAGE! YOU ARE TRASH AND SHOULD UNINSTALL!” he yelled in caps. To which I retorted “If I’m trash, what does that make you guys who couldn’t kill me 1v5?”

A louder, more guttural scream has never before been heard, and I still swear I heard his agony across the Atlantic ocean. And that was the birth of Warning, a faction with one intention. To screw over Ruthless as hard as possible, and to kill the unkillable Demon-fox.

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