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waatermelon-sugaar · 4 years ago

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Bliss

Pairing = FO! Poe x reader

Words = 6k (don’t look at me)

Summary = You watch your husband throw a knife, sparking 18+ thots

Warnings = SMUT (18+ only!) KNIFE PLAY, reader masturbation, fingering (f receiving), violence, like one non-graphic sentence of imaginary blood, but no actual blood (PLEASE message me if you wanna know more before reading and I’ll answer any questions you might have :) )

A/N 1 = This is basically pure smut and I’m sorry, it’s all from that training video

A/N 2 = You and Poe are married in the fic, and love each other. There is also discussion of the scene involving the knife. In real life, this discussion should be much longer, and less one-sided, going through details with much more depth. If you ever try knife play in real life, please never use the knife during actual sex in case of injury. You should also always have a first aid kit, and certain places of the body (the neck, inner wrists, groin area) should never come into contact with a sharp knife because of the high risk of lethal injury. In this fic they do it because it’s fiction. Please always do your research and make sure your partner does too, make sure you keep communicating and also that you trust the person you’re with.

If you have any questions about the content of this fic before you read, send me a message, if you have questions about knife play, send me a message, I’ll be more than happy to talk about it!! (Actually I’ll talk about anything to anyone if you ever want to chat! ☺️)

Also PLEASE let me know if I missed any warnings!!

Posted to AO3

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***

“What do you think … Captain?”

You pause for effect before pulling out Poe’s rank. It’s a little too tough and impersonal for your tastes, usually preferring the purr, the rough and ready of ‘Sir’, but you know that Poe enjoys the rare occasion when you do use it, and if it means you get what you want, you’ll call him every name under the sun. Your husband’s brown eyes darken as you pout, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

You’re sat on his desk, far enough back that you can swing your legs a little, hands tucked under your thighs, while Poe relaxes in his seat, looking like work, all sharp angles and dark looks. He trimmed his beard in the refresher this morning, emphasising his jaw, and that perfect, pink mouth. You can’t wait to get him home so he can relax properly. He works far too hard for a thankless job in your opinion.

Anyway, in your defense, it was Poe who planted the seed of the idea in your head in the first place.

You knew Poe was proficient at fighting, and weaponry, and that his skill in a TIE fighter was unparalleled in the First Order, but you’d thought that his particular area of expertise was constrained to blasters and other long-distance weapons.

Not knives.

You were supposed to be the best at knives. After all, Poe had recruited you to work for the First Order after watching you take down some disrespectful asshole who had been twice your size in close quarters, a small hidden knife strapped in your boot being the deciding factor in your victory. All over a dispute of cheating.

It was a shame, really.

All that loss of life … for nothing. All that chaos, just breeding more chaos, and who was the real winner?

Poe had shown you how nice it felt to bring order. He’d shown you how nice a lot of things felt.

So you’d just assumed that Poe wasn’t as good with knives, and therefore wasn’t as disposed to use them. You’d never asked, merely enjoying the way his eyes lingered on you when you practiced your skills in training, and really enjoying the sex afterwards. And even after a year of marriage, it had never come up.

But last week, you and Poe had been among a larger group of officers fighting your way out of a Resistance base after blowing their central intelligence systems. You’d shot once, twice and then a third time at a particularly stubborn oncoming Rebel, finally hitting them in the stomach, causing them to double over in pain.

Stars, your new job had made you rusty. You’d have to practice using your blaster more.

You’d stood over the rebel to deliver a final shot to their face, taking them out of their misery and turned just in time to see Poe throwing his blaster to one side, smoke issuing from it, and pulling a small knife from a holster on his thigh. Your mouth dry, you’d continued to watch as, almost in slow motion, Poe had thrown the knife with deadly accuracy, the small silver flash burying itself into the Rebel’s exposed neck.

Fuck that was hot.

Why was that so hot?

The rebel had stood there with an expression of surprise, cocky bastard, blood already dribbling, a bright red stream running down their throat, but you just had eyes for Poe. You’d ignored the way the Rebel’s body slumped to the ground with a heavy finality, and moved forwards, suddenly desperate to feel Poe’s lips on yours.

Damn the Resistance, and damn the rebels.

You would kiss your husband, and you would kiss him right now.

Poe had turned, his eyes automatically sweeping for you, surprise in his eyes at first at how close you already were, but he’d allowed you to push him into the dusty wall, one of your hands looking for his and twinning your fingers together.

Your deadly hands, spun together for eternity.

Your other hand is automatically reaching for Poe’s neck, fingers grasping at his hair, pulling his lips towards yours. You can smell his sweat, the familiar scent pooling under his cologne, filling you with a sense of safety, even amongst the very-real danger the two of you are currently facing. His free hand is already gripping your hip, pulling your body towards him as if you weren’t as close as you could possibly be.

It’s moments like these that you think the two of you are made for each other. You couldn’t imagine needing to kiss anyone else in the middle of a mission, couldn’t imagine anyone else letting you do such a thing, couldn’t imagine anyone else wanting you the way Poe wants you. The way you want - no, need - him.

The way he needs you.

Even though your eyes are closed, you can still see how Poe’s fingers moved, causing the knife to fly out of his hands, even as they grip your hips, one of his legs pushing nicely between yours, canting upwards slightly towards the ache you’re already feeling.

The movement is replaying over and over again behind your eyelids, and you never want to forget it.

Poe’s mouth slots perfectly over yours, and he gasps into you when you pull on his hair slightly. He’d had it cut recently, and it’s still a touch too short for your liking, unable to properly tug unless you hold the curls on top of his head.

You take the opportunity to taste him, dipping your tongue into his mouth, and he lets you, lets you bite his tongue, as his beard tickles your skin, scratching deliciously. And then you bite his lip as you pull away, and he groans deep, hitting your body lower, warming you up.

But you don’t let yourself move against his thigh. Not now. Not yet. Not even as you move your mouth to his throat, where his salt and pepper beard gives way to tan skin, kissing him desperately. You don’t stop, even as your hands untangle, and Poe reaches for your holster, raising your blaster and letting off a shot in your ear. You keep kissing him, following the line of his beard up to his ear, nipping lightly at his lobe, ignoring the sounds of a body falling behind you.

And now he’s plastering kisses to your skin, wherever he can get his mouth, on your forehead, down your cheek, along your arm, only separating from you as he delicately kisses each of your fingers. There’s further swooping low in your belly as you look at him, kiss swollen lips, hooded eyelids, dark eyes.

And then your gaze is broken, other members of the First Order catching up to you, whooping and hollering in success. Their shouts are enough to make Poe reach for your hand again, holding it as he pulls the two of you back to his TIE fighter, back to safety and freedom.

But the image of Poe throwing a knife didn’t leave you, even after the mission, taking up most of your brain during the debrief, and even popping into your mind later that evening, before Poe joined you in bed, where you found your hands trailing fire over your body, pinching your nipples, as you imagine Poe pressing a cold knife into and around the flesh of your breasts.

You’re naked, and the room is cool, goosebumps prickling along your flesh despite that familiar heat spreading through your veins, slowly burning you up from the inside. You can feel sweat gathering despite the chill, along your hairline, your upper arms, your stomach.

Once you’d started you couldn’t stop, pressing your thighs together as you worked yourself up, fingers teasing your skin as you imagined Poe walking in, still in his uniform. He’d stop at the end of the bed and just watch you.

And then he’d lean over you, still watching you with those dark eyes, and take out that knife, just tracing it up your leg, gently pressing it into the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy, and you pause, with your head tipped back on your pillow, mouth open, eyes closed, imagining the feeling.

Letting out a small whimper, you’d lowered your hand, dipping your fingers between your folds, and delicately traced around your clit, spreading the wetness that had gathered throughout the day around.

You’d settled into your familiar rhythm, slowly building the speed and pressure of your fingers on your clit, letting out little gasps when you hit the spot just right. And then your fantasy Poe opened his mouth, and you imagined him playing carelessly with the knife. “Put a finger inside yourself.”

You remember letting out a noise of agreement, not quite a word, inching your fingers further down, when your imaginary Poe clarified. “Just one, baby.”

You’d immediately lifted your head in protest, even though he wasn’t actually there, and you could have done what you had wanted to, but you’d obeyed. It’s part of the fun. You’d slid your middle finger in with little resistance, and closed your eyes in pleasure, your head falling back to your pillow.

You’d bitten your lip, muffled any quiet sounds that escaped you, imagining again and again and again how Poe would look holding that knife, ready to use it on you, carve the cold metal into your skin, not hard enough to hurt you, but enough that you can feel cool trails over hot skin.

Your single finger was slowly pumping in and out of you, and you were so wet you could hear it in the silence of your bedroom, your small gasps gradually increasing in volume. When you thought you couldn’t bear it anymore, you’d imagined Poe telling you to “Insert another one baby.”

So you had, letting out a small moan as a second finger joined the first, and gasped out Poe’s name. It was easier than when Poe did it, your fingers being smaller than his, but you could still feel a slight stretch.

You’d kept moving your fingers, gradually circled faster, ground your hips down so your clit caught on your palm, curved your fingers inside yourself. Your breaths were coming faster now, shuddering through your chest as you imagined Poe trailing the ice-cold knife up your legs, getting closer and closer to the juncture of your thighs.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, you imagined locking eyes with Poe, and he opened his mouth. “Cum for me, baby.” His voice was velvet, soft, but commanding and familiar as your toes started to curl. You couldn’t hear the noises coming from your mouth anymore, only dimly aware that you were moaning, the sound drowning out the squelch between your legs.

Your orgasm was a slow builder, and you remembered the last time Poe brought you to orgasm, how he whispered filthy praises in your ear as his cock dragged slowly in and out of you, coaxing you through it then as his imaginary doppelganger does now, watching you gush and spasm over your fingers, legs shaking in pleasure.

After you’d come, you’d lain there, panting on your bed, sweat cooling your skin. Languidly, you’d raised your fingers, cleaning them off with kitten licks, the tangy taste coating your tongue and wishing Poe would come to bed, he always enjoyed watching you clean up.

Your fantasy confirming just how into the idea of playing with a knife you were, you’d stewed over the idea a little further for a couple of days, imagining how it would actually feel, sure that in real life it would be different. You’d curiously pressed the blunt side of a knife on your inner forearm one day when you were alone in the kitchen, sending furtive glances towards the partially closed door. Technically it was nothing special, technically nothing exciting, not in that way, and it was the blunt side, but it had still sent a delicious shiver through you. You could feel your heart rate increasing as you trailed the cold metal up your arm, biting your lip as heat pooled low in your belly.

You even went so far to press the sharp point into your skin, stopping short of making yourself bleed, but enough you could see a small indentation in your skin. Your little ‘exercise’ cemented the idea further into your brain, the idea of something so dangerous being used in such a vulnerable position was intoxicating.

You’d taken your time, thinking over the idea, and carefully considering. You wanted to be sure of yourself before bringing the idea to Poe. He wouldn’t judge you for changing your mind, but still, it would be a little embarrassing to change your mind. Poe was careful with your boundaries, always checking in when the two of you went a little further than normal, and you knew that this would be no different.

All this had led to you coming to Poe’s office on your break and asking what he thought. He was considering it, as you knew he would, leaning back in his chair. His eyes are raking over you already, but you give him time, even though your palms are sweating and you’re sure your heart rate is through the roof.

It’s only when he moves, fingers twitching in their grasp of the chair that you react, leaning forwards, your feet swinging slightly at the motion.

“Ok,” he nods, and before you can fling yourself at him, he holds a hand up. “But. We have to establish some rules, like what kind of knife are we going to use?”

You nod, already pulling up the bag that had been resting on the floor, slumped over and forgotten in your excitement. You rummage around for a second, trying to find-

“Here!” You hold the knife out for Poe to take, grinning at the amusement in his eyes. “It’s blunt on both sides, you’d have to apply some pretty serious pressure if you wanted to do any damage.”

The knife is - and there’s really no other word for it - pretty, with a black blade, and decorated handle. It’s small, about 15 cm long, but the metal is heavy, and one that will stay cold for a long time. It had raised a few eyebrows when you’d asked for a pretty knife with two blunt edges, but you were a Dameron, and had some sway of your own. If you told those lower than you to obtain a specific knife discreetly and with no questions asked, so it happened.

Poe takes his time examining it, admiring it from all angles, shooting you another look, this time filled with pride.

“I did my research.” You flip your hair as if it was nothing, omitting how expensive the final bill had been, and how you’d charged it to your work account.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, still looking the knife over. Then he rests it in his lap, so he can roll up one of his sleeves, talking all the while. “Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”

So you do, explaining you’d quite like to be blindfolded but not restrained, to keep your colour system as the safeword, all while Poe is pressing the blade at different angles into his forearm, testing out different pressures.

When you pause, watching him, Poe glances up at you. “Go on.” Is all he says, and you nod, swallowing.

“I’d quite like it if you pulled the knife along my legs.” Your voice is quiet, but sure. “And maybe the same with my arms.” You pause, feeling nerves rising inside you and reminding yourself that this is your husband.

“I think… pressing the blade around my breasts would be sexy.” Poe pauses as he presses the flat edge of the blade into his forearm. “Just tracing around,” you continue, slightly braver now you have piqued Poe’s interest. “Maybe you could hold it against my throat? I don’t… I don’t know when, exactly, but I think it would be hot.”

You take a second, breathing deeper and you raise your chin to meet Poe’s gaze, feeling more confident as you continue. “Maybe you could hold it against my throat when you fuck me.” Poe’s gaze is fire, burning through you as he loosely holds your knife in his hands. “Maybe you could blindfold me and tell me that you wish the knife had a sharp end so you could carve your initials into my skin, showing that I belong to you.”

“And,” you start to move now, hopping off the desk so you can straddle Poe, easily plucking the knife from his hand, and looking down at it. “Maybe one day I can use it on you, and I can tell you how much I want to carve my initials into your skin.”

“Because we belong to each other,” Poe murmurs, his voice low. You nod in agreement, mouthing at his pulse point, and trailing sloppy kisses above the cut of his uniform. “I’d love that, sweetness.” His hands are running up and down your sides. “I love you.”

You just hum happily, content to be breathing in Poe’s scent, to feel surrounded by him. You’re interrupted by a knock on the door, and you just sag into Poe, the knife pressing slightly into your stomachs as you nose at his throat, unwilling to face the inevitable departure.

“What is it?” Poe’s voice is once again hard and forceful, impatient with whoever dared to interrupt.

“Sir?” The voice is young and you turn slightly, just enough to spy a young recruit in your peripheral view, not quite brave enough to enter the room, instead choosing to dither in the doorway, holding a number of files. “I’ve got these for you to sign.”

Poe just huffs, not bothering to address the recruit. You know what’s about to happen so you untangle yourself, before leaning over to grab one last kiss from Poe before the evening. It starts off innocently enough, a small peck on your husband’s lips as a goodbye, but then you back for another. This time his mouth is open as it meets yours, and you happily deepen it, despite the awkward angle that you have to hold yourself at. Your earlier conversation has fuelled your desire, revving you up, and the idea of waiting is hellish.

You taste all of Poe, moving one hand to his face, moving to feel the slight scratch of his beard underneath the pads of your fingers. His hand moves to cup your jaw, and you forget about the recruit standing in the doorway until there’s a slightly awkward shuffling in the corner.

So you break away, slowly, unwillingly, Poe’s mouth following even as you stand to your full height. “See you later,” you murmur, leaving your blunt knife in his lap, and pressing one more quick kiss to his cheek.

His hand catches yours as you leave, and he lowers his lips to your knuckles, soft lips juxtaposing with the harsh strands of his beard. “I love you.” They’re commonly said words between you, but they never lose their power, especially not when Poe says them, like you’re a goddess on a pedestal and he’s an unworthy sinner who wants nothing more than to worship at your feet. Said reverently, like it’s a privilege to love you.

The recruit is forgotten again as you look back down at Poe, still unable (or maybe unwilling, you’re not entirely sure) to tear yourself away. This time it’s a small, almost involuntary clearing of the throat that makes you duck down again for a kiss on the other cheek. “I love you too.”

Poe flashes you a quick smile, before all softness leaves his face and he turns to the files the recruit is holding out for him. You admire him for a second by the door, proud of the terror that Poe can instil in those below him so easily.

***

You’re lying on your bed when Poe enters the room. He’s already taken off his shirt in the refresher, exposing his chest, the warm glow of small lamps around the room making his chest look more golden than usual, as though he’d been touched by Midas. The belt holding his trousers up is slung low around his hips, and you can just see where his snail trail mixes into a darker bush, just peeking over the top of the fabric.

You’re wearing some of your favourite lingerie, bra matching your panties, straps criss-crossing your hips, and outlining your breasts. It’s soft against your skin, the satin material outlining your curves, allowing your nipples to poke through the flimsy fabric. Part of the reason that it’s your favourite is because Poe loves it so much.

You’d heard him enter your rooms, so the book in your hands is just for decoration, more concerned with the way you look resting among the pillows, upper body raised artfully against the headboard as you wait for your husband.

It still gives you a rush to call him that, and you idly wonder if it’ll ever fade.

He’s put his holster on, the one he wore on that mission, the strap doing nothing but emphasising his thigh. You recognise the handle peeking out of the shaft, and your mouth goes dry with excitement.

And Poe’s only looked at you, silent as he takes you in. Just his presence can have such an effect on you. When he does speak, his voice is hoarse, and your eyes flick down, admiring the already large bulge in his trousers. “Fuck baby.”

You swallow, your breath already coming faster, you look at Poe like it’s the first time, tracing the outline of his shoulders as if you don’t already know them by heart. He’s wearing his necklace, a familiar sight, the only change being that the ring that used to hang on his breast bone is now on your left hand, but Poe still never takes it off.

You plan on moving to Poe, plan to blow his mind before he can blow yours but before you can he’s already crawling on top of you, holding his weight on his forearms either side of you, dipping his head down to kiss you.

This kiss isn’t like the one in the office, more hungry, more urgent. There’s none of the calmness simmering between the surface, Poe’s let go of his control.

You automatically hook your legs around his waist, already canting your hips upwards as you grind on the seam of Poe’s trousers.

You separate your lips from Poe’s, moving down his throat, kissing, and biting as you go, beard scratching the skin on your face, pleasurable little bites of pain. When you can, you grab hold of his chain between your teeth, tugging on it slightly.

You move your hands up to bury your hands in the neat curls on top of Poe’s head, pulling in tandem with the chain.

And just like that, with a flash of fluid movement, the knife is pressed dangerously against the column of your throat, pushing your head back onto the pillows, forcing you to release the chain. It’s cold, and feels sharp, and Poe’s using it to force your chin back and up, pressing into your skin.

“Are you going to behave?” His voice is a growl.

You just grin at him, ignoring the thrills shooting up your spine, and the way your legs are tingling with excitement.

“Maybe you should use that knife and find out.”

Poe just rolls his eyes in response, fishing into his pocket as he leans back. “Put that on, sweetheart,” he instructs, tossing you a small square of black silk, your blindfold. “And lie back.” You do as you’re told, putting the blindfold on carefully, adjusting it around your hair for comfort, before scooting down the bed and lying back.

You close your eyes behind the blindfold, never enjoying the sensation of seeing darkness, and instead feeling like you’re floating as you wait for Poe to do something.

“Colour?”

Stars you can’t tell where he is.

“Green!” Your voice is embarrassingly desperate but you want to start and what is taking Poe so long? Why isn’t he touching you yet? You can hear him moving around the bed, feel the slight disturbances in the air, but you’re still not entirely sure where he is.

The first thing Poe does is pull at the waistband of your underwear. You lift your hips, helping him pull them off, and then you wait. You can hear Poe breathing, but he doesn’t do anything for a moment and you’re free to let your imagination run.

Has he discarded them, and he’s just watching you? Admiring you? Or is he holding them up to his face, still in awe of how wet you get for him, smelling you, tasting you, without you even knowing? You’re wet, you can feel the heat gathering between your legs, but has it been enough to leak onto your panties?

And then the foot of the bed dips, Poe travelling up to straddle you, coming to a rest on your thighs. He sits there for a moment, not moving, and you keen for him, desperate for him to start doing anything.

You can’t see the look on his face, can only imagine his expression, and it’s driving you wild.

When the knife first touches your skin, it’s a shock, cold thrills shooting up your arm from where the knife is resting lightly on the inside of your wrist. You giggle, releasing some of the tension building in the room, causing Poe to lift the knife from where it’s resting, instead leaning over to bite the skin under your ear, his chest brushing yours. “Concentrate,” he admonishes you, but you can feel him smiling against your skin at you, that softness that comes easy to him when it’s just the two of you.

You arch your back towards him as he stays there, enjoying the feeling of his chest against yours, the way his warmth spreads through you. You can feel his chain trapped between your bodies too, a warm, comforting presence, at such odds to the knife in Po’e hand.

You giggle again, his beard tickling your neck when he drops a kiss, when you feel the knife turn on your skin and curve up your arm. It’s cold, and sharp, and if you didn’t know it was blunt, you’d be worried about the amount of blood running into the bedsheets. The sensation is enough to stop your laughing, and you take in a breath, short and barely audible.

Poe’s sat up now, away from you, and you arch your back towards where he must be, desperate for contact as he travels the knife slowly up your arm and across the front of your shoulder.

You struggle to press your legs together, already attempting to relieve some of the pressure building. Poe doesn’t miss your subtle squirming, kissing the soft underside of your jaw, before talking. “That feel good?”

You nod, whining out a “Yes Poe, it-it feels so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, stars.” Poe adjusts himself, bringing one leg over your thigh so he can fit a knee at the junction of your legs. One of your hands flies down to grab Poe’s thigh, clumsy fingers looking for him before spreading across his warm skin. Your other hand is already fisting into the sheets at your side.

“Poe.”

It’s a whine, high-pitched and a bit pathetic, even as you shift your hips down, feeling the delicious grind of Poe’s uniform catching on your bare pussy, imagining the mess you’re leaving on his uniform not for the first time, feeling oh so good when you angle your hips in a certain way to press your clit. You’re soaked, you can already feel it slightly on your inner thighs and you dimly remember a time when you were embarrassed at how easily Poe aroused you.

He uses the knife to push the straps of your bra down your shoulders, cold and slow and achingly painful, but Poe doesn’t slide them all the way down your arms, even as he allows you to keep grinding your hips down against his leg.

He lowers his mouth to your breasts, mouthing at your nipples through the thin fabric, a wet heat pooling and you mewl in protest, impatient and wanting more. Always more.

More, more, more.

You don’t think you could ever get enough of your husband.

And his beard. The skin on your breasts is soft, sensitive, and you can feel the burn already, even through your bra. Each scratch sends a thrill up your chest, settling in your throat as you let out small noises of enjoyment for your husband.

Poe moves under your breasts, kissing and nipping at your exposed skin, and you move your hands to his head, fumbling a little at first, your knuckles accidentally knocking into the side of his face when you misjudge the distance, until you find his thick curls.

They’re soft under your fingertips, and you tangle your fingers in, tugging every now and then. Poe’s moving at an excruciating pace, and you want more now. Your arms are caught slightly in your bra straps and you impatiently push them down, not liking the restraint.

“Please, Poe.” You struggle to find his head again, before giving him another, harder, tug, and now it’s Poe’s turn to moan against your skin.

“Baby,” He sounds just as broken as you feel, even as he keeps his hands on your shoulder, the knife resting gently against the column of your throat.

Poe peels your now-wet bra from your breasts, undoing the centre clasp and allowing it to fall to the bed at your side. He kisses somewhere on your stomach, moving his free hand down, slipping through your folds easily, and dipping in his fingers, spreading the slick that’s gathered there, and you widen your legs further in an automatic attempt to make it easier for him.

You can’t help it, lifting your hips when he slides in one finger, gasping in pleasure. Poe gives you a second to adjust, before stretching you with a second finger, and you can feel his smirk as he kisses your stomach, crooking his fingers towards your sweet spot a couple of inches inside you, moving slowly as he teases you.

His chain just touches your skin when he kisses you, each movement jostling it a little, and you giggle, pulling at it in a futile attempt to control Poe’s movements.

Warmth is spreading all over your body despite the cool knife, and you can feel droplets of sweat beading, on your face, your neck. You’re sure there’s sweat on your breasts and stomach and legs too, but you don’t care.

Poe moves the knife from your neck, and you’ve lost your concentration, unable to figure out how he’s lying, lost in the sensations of the cold glide of the knife over your sweaty body as you moan, Poe working magic with his fingers. You can feel his weight on top of you and you allow yourself to float further, willingly losing yourself in the sensations.

“Colour?”

Poe’s voice is hoarse, even as he keeps moving his fingers inside you, building you up and up, the knife hesitantly pressed on the underside of your breast.

Your arch your back towards him enthusiastically, gasping out, “Green! Poe, it feels so good!”

The knife starts to circle the flesh of your breasts, pushing in the side of one, before Poe moves it to the other, and you’re sure your nipples are hard. You’re trying to push your body up, Poe making you feel light and airy and like he’ll raise you above such mundane things as lying in a bed.

His fingers are moving in and out of you now, and this is so close to your fantasy from the other day that you come close to your peak embarrassingly fast.

“You really like this, don’t you?” Poe’s purring in your ear, and you tip your head towards him, mouth falling open in response. You do. You do really like this.

The only sound you can make is a strangled moan, and you hope Poe knows what you mean, his fingers speeding up with your confirmation. He keeps talking, as though you’re going to be able to answer, his voice only spurring you on. “I bet you can’t wait to do this to me, my filthy little thing.”

“Do you want my cock? I can’t wait to get you bouncing on my dick again.”

“You’re so wet for me, you’re dripping around my fingers.”

And stars, you are wet, Poe’s fingers sliding in and out with a practiced movement, his thumb flicking at your clit, and you can hear the squelching of Poe’s fingers in your pussy, even as blood starts to roar through your ears.

“Fuck,” you swear, panting, your body hot. “Fuck, Poe. Poe.”

It’s like his name is the only word you can remember, the only word allowed to pass your lips, a prayer, a chant, repeated over and over again as he lifts you higher.

And then the tip of the blade is on your nipple and you’re going to come, you can feel it, your legs tensing even as your hips writhe on the sheets below you, keening for Poe, still desperate for more.

You cum with a breathless gasp of Poe’s name, hips bucking upwards into Poe, your pussy clenching around his fingers which don’t stop moving as he works you through it. He moves to kiss you, noses bumping as he adjusts his position, slowing the movements of his fingers as you continue to spasm helplessly below him.

And this is better, because as you come down from your high, your heart beating like a drum in your chest, you can feel Poe’s chest against yours, his heart beating nearly as fast as yours as your lips move slowly against each other.

Your hands come up, pushing the blindfold onto your forehead, preventing any sweat from dripping into your eyes and you take in the sight before you. You’re unintentionally giving Poe your bedroom eyes, you know, unable to open them fully, still giddy from pleasure. There’s a lazy smile on your lips as you drink Poe in.

His hair has become disheveled from your hands, errant black curls flopping everywhere, including his own forehead, which is gleaming from a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes are dark, that lovely brown colour almost swallowed whole by his pupils and his lips are pinker than usual, swollen.

He’s straddling your thighs, one hand resting on your hip with glistening fingers, the wet catching on your sticky skin while his thumb idly draws patterns into your skin. Poe’s other hand is holding onto the knife, and you let your eyelids dip, unable to keep them open for much longer.

Poe gives you a minute of rest, allowing you to catch your breath, before he moves. You don’t think anything of it, until you feel the knife on the inside of your thigh, scraping up your leg like an old-fashioned razor.

You slowly lift your head, opening lazy eyes and watch as Poe slowly moves the knife up. There’s slick liquid on your legs, proof of your release, proof of how much you enjoyed Poe, how much you enjoyed the knife, now collecting on the edge, white and shiny on the blade.

Your mouth’s dry and you can’t tear your eyes away, you and Poe concentrating on the same spot.

And then, oh maker, Poe closes his eyes, and fuck, he lifts the knife up to his mouth. There’s a flash of white teeth, pearly and sharp, then a swipe of his pink tongue, and your cum is gone, Poe swallowing, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

Stars, he’s going to kill you.

There’s a drop stuck to his beard, but you can’t move, frozen as arousal courses again through your body.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as though it’s trying to escape. This time it’s your turn to move, pushing Poe down and straddling him, settling into his lap.

This isn’t the end.

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grailfinders · 3 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #198

Happy New Year! (If it is not new years, please disregard.) Today we're crossing into the 2020 servants; hopefully this build makes that clear.

Today we're building Katsushika Hokusai, the daughter/fatheroctopus painter duo, most famous for... waves? And also making a deal with Cthulhu. We're grabbing some levels in Creation Bard for the former, and Hexblade Warlock for the latter. Don't worry, it'll make sense as we go.

Check out their build breakdown below the cut, or their character sheet over here!

Next up:

Race and Background

Oui is a Human. Her dad's an octopus, which is weird, but we'll deal with that later. Also, we're making her a variant human for cool stuff. She gets +1 Wisdom and Charisma, as well as Animal Handling proficiency to get along with her parents and the Magic Initiate feat, which uses her Wisdom to cast druid spells. Since magical paintbrushes aren't an official weapon in D&D 5e, we'll call it a quarterstaff instead, which means you can use Shillelagh to make it fancy and magical for the duration. It also turns the damage die into a d8, deals magical damage, and uses your wisdom instead of strength to hit things and deal damage. You also get Frostbite to splash cold water on people, and Protection from Evil and Good. You can cast that last one once a day for free, and it'll protect you against aberrations (plus celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead) for ten minutes with concentration. They'll have disadvantage to hit you, and they cant' charm, frighten, or possess you, and any existing effects of that ilk you can shake off with advantage. No spoilers, but that'll come in handy soon enough.

You also get the Guild Artisan background, because you paint for money. That gives you Insight and Persuasion proficiency.

Ability Scores

Make your Charisma as high as possible. You paint good, and you have the mental fortitude to keep an elder god from yeeting your soul from your body. Good job. Second highest is Dexterity, painting lifesized waves in the air around you doesn't actually need all the backflips, you just like to show off. Your Wisdom is also pretty good, it's hard to paint things you can't see well, and again that whole "mental fortitude" thing. Your Constitution is pretty good, you handle all-nighters pretty well. That means your Strength isn't great, but we're dumping Intelligence. You're kind of a hick, after all. Plus, really? Swordbeauties?

Class Levels

Bard 1: You weren't born with the squid powers, so we'll grab those up a bit later. Right now you're just a plucky young artist with a dream. As a bard, you get proficiency with Dexterity and Charisma saves, as well as three skills of your choice. Performance and Nature will help you paint nature, and Arcana will help you find the squid guy in the first place. You get Bardic Inspiration, Charisma Modifier d6s per long rest, and you can give one to your allies to boost one attack, check, or save by however much they roll. Nothing like some tasteful nudes to get the spirits up. You also get Spells that you can cast using your Charisma. Friends makes it easier to pass charisma checks against a creature for a minute, but they'll know you magicked them afterwards. Thankfully, getting paid doesn't take that long. Minor Illusion helps you bring your paintings to life, but just a little bit. It'll create a still object or sound that lasts for up to a minute. Creatures can tell it's an illusion with an investigation check, or by touching it. You also get Animal Friendship- your dad can be hard to get along with. Color Spray weaponizes your paints to blind creatures in the area, and Illusory Script lets you write one thing, but really write another. I'm sure you can argue this should count for paintings as well. Oh, you also get Dissonant Whispers. You're a Foreigner, you can be a little creepy if ya wanna.

Bard 2: Second level bards become a Jack of All Trades, adding half their proficiency to skill checks they aren't proficient in. You're an anime character, it's an unwritten rule you should be good at everything. You also get a Song of Rest, adding a d6 to healing your party does over a short rest. On top of that, your bardic inspiration becomes Magical Inspiration, letting your allies add it to the damage or healing of a spell. Finally, grab the spell Silent Image for moving images, so now you can paint birds and/or waves and have them look just like the real thing. Now, third level of bard is where things start getting funky, so before we can do that, let's make a deal.

Warlock 1: Bouncing over to warlock lets you become a Hexblade, which sounds kind of weird, but there's a reason for that. You don't do weird mind stuff like the GOOlocks, and you don't really use Tentacles like the Fathomlocks. What you do need though, is a fancy magic brush, and a fancy magic octopus. There isn't a familiar-based subclass yet, so we had to go with the weapon-based one, and we'll pick up your dad later. Anyways, starting off as a Hexblade lets you invoke a Hexblade's Curse as a bonus action, dealing your proficiency in extra damage to the cursed creature, crit on 19s, and heal yourself when the cursed creature dies. The curse lasts 1 minute, and you can use this once per short rest. Hokusai also become a Hex Warrior, turning one non-two-handed weapon into a special weapon at the end of a long rest. Now your brush uses your Charisma to attack, nice. Unfortunately, this doesn't include magical damage, but you can stack this with Shillelagh if you really need to. You also get another set of spells with your Pact Magic. These slots recharge on short rests, and it means your multiclassing doesn't mix slots like most spellcasting classes would. You can still use one kind of slot to cast the other kind of spells though. Speaking of spells, grab Eldritch Blast for some paint splashes, and Mage Hand for a pseudo-octopus that'll grab things for you. Cause Fear lets you paint a really creepy thing one target can see, forcing a wisdom save and scaring them if they fail. Arms of Hadar will give you a little bit of tentacles, as a treat. They'll force a strength save on creatures near you, dealing necrotic damage and making them too gooey to take reactions.

Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, mini-feats to help you cope with only having two spell slots. Grab Armor of Shadows for free Mage Armor on yourself at will. Your family is your armor, and I mean that literally. Stop wearing your dad, it's creepy. You also get a second one, but we're saving that for the next level. Don't not take one now though, I'm just saying it won't matter in the long run.

Bard 3: Now that your pact is sealed, we can get the real living paintings going. If you're thinking 'bout an inking feel free to shuffle levels around, I just want to hit Font of Inspiration quickly. As a Creation bard, Hokusai gets an Inkling of Potential, adding extra effects to her bardic inspiration. Ability checks let the user roll twice, attack rolls deal extra thunder damage, and saving throws add temporary HP to the user. She can also enact the Performance of Creation, creating a nonmagical item nearby. Currently it must cost less than 20 times your bard level, and it has to be medium or smaller. You can do this once per long rest, or by spending a 2nd level slot, but doing so destroys the first object if it still exists. Right now this only makes medium objects, but a 5' wave of water is nothing to sneeze at. You also get Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency them. Pick up Insight and Performance for the ultimate style-copying skills. Finally, you get second level spells. We can't focus too much on non-charisma abilities, but this'll give you a leg up on seeing the true nature of things. It gives you advantage on any one kind of ability check for up to a minute.

Bard 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma. Now you have more inspiration, better spells, and a bigger brush. Charisma's good, you'll like charisma. You can also paint Dancing Lights and a Phantasmal Force now. The former lights up an area, the latter creates a phantasmal creature or object that only one creature can see for up to a minute. It can break the illusion with an Investigation check, but until then it treats the thing as completely real, rationalizing away inconsistencies. It also can take a bit of psychic damage if the illusion would cause harm within 5' of itself.

Bard 5: Fifth level bards become a Font of Inspiration like we talked about earlier, giving you inspiration recharges on short rests instead of long ones. Your inspiration also jumps to d8s. Finally, grab Major Image for more major illusions than minor image. It creates an object up to 20' on each side, and includes effects like sound, smell, and temperature, as long as they wouldn't deal damage. You can also move the illusion using your action. Same rules apply to breaking it though- investigation check or just touching it.

Warlock 3: Finally back in warlock, you get your pact boon, and the Pact of the Chain gives you Find Familiar as a ritual, and you can skip your own attack to attack with your familiar. Wildly enough, Octopus is already a rules as written option for Find Familiar. Awkward point; octopi can only be out of water for 30 minutes. Good luck with that! On top of that, Mirror Image lets you paint duplicates of yourself, making it harder to hit you. Boom, evade skill achieved. You get three extra copies, and every time you get hit, there's only a 25% chance of actually hitting the real one. If an illusion gets hit, it's destroyed, so the odds go up to 33%, then 50%. You also put in the Investment of the Chain Master, giving your dad a flying speed, the ability to attack as a bonus action, magical weapons, your DC for saves, and you can react to give the little bugger resistance to one instance of damage. Literally everyone else's dad is dead already, try not to add one more to the pile. Except for Romani's, but that's sad in its own way.

Warlock 4: Another ASI, max out your Charisma. It's good, you use it for literally everything. For spells, Mind Sliver deals psychic damage an makes the target's next save a bit harder to make. You also get a Crown of Madness, which gives you control over a creature's attack action. Just because you're less spooky than Abby doesn't mean you're not spooky.

Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks get a new invocation and third level spell. Summon Shadowspawn lets you paint one of three kinds of shadowspawn, creepy little things that can scare people by screaming at them. They'll obey your commands, and it'll last up to an hour, until they hit 0 HP, or you drop concentration. Your last invocation is the Gift of the Depths, letting you breathe underwater and swim as fast as you can walk. Now it's slightly less awkward to carry your dad around, yay. You can also cast Water Breathing for free once per long rest.

Bard 6: Finally back in bard now, sixth level creation bards can put on an Animating Performance, turning a large or smaller item into a Dancing Item with its own stats and everything. You have to use your bonus action to command it in battle, but you can inspire people at the same time. I'm not sure how well animating water would work, but it's something to look into. You also learn how to Countercharm, spending your action to give creatures near you advantage on saves against being charmed or frightened. For something better, grab Intellect Fortress. For up to an hour, you'll resist psychic damage, and you get advantage on all Int, Wis, and Chr saves.

Bard 7: Seventh level bards get fourth level spells, like Hallucinatory Terrain! Now you can paint a landscape- literally! It's only 150' in range, but that's still plenty of space to mess with people. It doesn't really change anything, but forcing people to look at non-euclidean geometry is its own reward.

Bard 8: Another ASI. Bump up your Dex now so you're less likely to get hit, then grab Phantasmal Killer to paint a scary creature that will follow the target around and beat them up. It's a shame only one creature gets to see it.

Bard 9: Ninth level bards get a better song of rest, but more importantly you get fifth level spells. Legend Lore will help you see the true meaning of things more easily, and the more you already know about something the more you'll learn. That's why your Arcana and Nature skills are so high. Oh, wait, sorry, one sec...

Bard 10: And that's why your Arcana and Nature skills are so high... starting now, with another round of Expertise. Your inspiration also jumps to d10s, and you learn Magical Secrets, two spells from any spell list you can cast. On top of that, you get Prestidigitation to paint up small objects. For your secrets, Conjure Animals lets you paint up some real animals that'll attack enemies for you. Alternatively, you can Control Water to make those waves we've been trying to do with way less fuss than a Song of Creation or Animating Performance. It does come with the limit of using existing water, though you can also Part Water, cause a Whirlpool, or Redirect Flow with this one.

Bard 11: Eleventh level bards get a sixth level spell, and True Seeing will help you see All Things in Nature, letting you see through illusions, invisibility and the like.

Bard 12: One last ASI; bump up your Constitution for better concentration and more HP.

Bard 13: Your Song of Rest is a d10 now, and you get a seventh level spell. Prismatic Spray is the return of Color Spray, but it's taken steroids. Now it deals plenty of damage of a random type to each creature in its area, or it has a chance to shove them into another dimension or petrify them.

Bard 14: Your last goody from the college of creation is a Creative Crescendo, allowing you to paint up to your Charisma Modifier in items when you use a Performance of Creation. Only one can be a biggun, the rest have to be small or tiny. Also, your max size is Huge now, and a 15' cube of water will make a pretty big splash. You also get another round of Magical Secrets, grabbing you Conjure Elemental for a more symbolic approach to flooding people, and Wrath of Nature to paint a landscape that'll really fuck with someone. The grass turns land into difficult terrain, the trees will slash at enemies nearby, Roots and vines restrain enemies, and Rocks will throw themselves at enemies, knocking them prone on a failed strength save. It's not mind melting geometries, but it's still mess with people's heads.

Bard 15: Your ultimate level gives you a d12 inspiration die. You also get one last spell, of the eighth level. Feeblemind will handle all the mind melting the last level failed to live up to, forcing an intelligence save and dealing damage regardless. On a failed save, the creature's Intelligence and Charisma drop to 1, and it can't cast spells, use magic items, talk, or understand people. The only ways to fix this are with another Intelligence saving throw (every 30 days) or using Greater Restoration, Heal, or Wish.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

Like the regular Hokusai, this build has a great deal of flexibility, with pretty good AC, HP, and physical attack options to get up close and personal, as well as ways to buff allies and attack with spells at a distance.

Speaking of spells, they give you a lot of crowd control options. You can create extra allies with summoning spells and Animating Performance, blow them away with waves from Control Water or Performance of Creation, or keep them tied up with various illusions.

You're also really good at fighting other spellcasters. Spells like Protection from Evil and Good and Intellect Fortress will shore up most of your saves against fancier spells, and you can use Feeblemind to completely shut down anyone who isn't a wizard or artificer.

So piss off your patron and kick the ass of their flunkies, easy! Wait, there's still cons.

Cons:

Okay, so there are some problems with throwing waves all over the place: they're hard to control where exactly they end up. Also, your best wave requires real water, which won't always be available.

On a similar note, you specialize in summons and illusions, both of which tend to require Concentration saves. Yours aren't that great, and on top of that it means you can only have one up at a time. Unless you're cool with an elemental running around willy nilly, but that fits into Con #1.

Your Familiar can only stay on dry land for 30 minutes at a time. If you're going to play this in a landlocked campaign, switch the octopus and last invocation for something else, it'll be a pain otherwise.

Okay, she isn't perfect, just make sure you carry an aquarium with you, problem solved, right?

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #dnd #Katsushika Hokusai #Warlock #Bard

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nako-doodles · 4 years ago

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Can I just rant real quick for a second? I really really disagree with the way western media portrays their whole ‘ARMYs are mad that BTS didn’t win a Grammy’ narrative. Like, I don’t think anyone is mad that the boys didn’t win per se.

ARMYs are some of the most empathetic people out there, and we understand that the other nominated artists worked just as hard to their best ability. We don’t want to bash anyone, nor do we believe that BTS is entitled to a win just because they’re nominated. Yes of course, we as fans think that our artists deserve it the most, but so do Lady Gaga’s fans, Justin Bieber’s fans, Taylor Swift’s fans... you get the idea.

Instead of the fact THAT, what we have a problem with is HOW BTS did not win.

Just take for example the whole performance line up: BTS was the last act to perform, right before the biggest award of the night was announced. Now, we know this from the MAMAs, MMAs, basically all the Asian award shows as well, BTS always gets the last slate. Which, yes you can argue that is is also for clout because they know that BTS attract the biggest audience. And that’s true, but it also makes sense: you want to honor the biggest act, the highlight of the evening by giving them the biggest slot. So naturally, it would go to BTS who just won one award after another during the entire show. In other words, it’s the performance slot for the best of the best.

Now, the Grammys aren’t dumb, they also know that having BTS perform will attract huge attention from ARMYs worldwide. And up to this point that’s also completely fine, have them perform during the show, like so many other artists. But setting them up to perform right at the end for the sole reason that they want the keep ARMYs glued to their TV screens, because they know we will turn it off afterwards!? And it HAS to be the sole reason, since it’s obviously not because they recognize BTS as the greatest act of the night, otherwise they would have gotten that award.

That is what’s so shady about the whole thing. And that is why we’re mad. And it’s not like we’re making this up, either, just because we’re sore losers: how many big celebrities have already come forward with these exact allegations? I remember Eminem in an interview from a couple years ago accusing the recording academy of that exact thing: using artists for clout, inviting them, even hinting on the invitation that they will win the award when in reality all they want is to put that famous name on their content in order to generate views.

Also, just on a side not: Trevor Noah’s comment after the performance? How incredible it is that BTS re-built the whole Grammy set in South Korea and there should be an award for that? ... say, for example, I don’t know, maybe an award for a great performance? Like, maybe even the BEST POP DUO/ GROUP PERFORMANCE - I mean I’m sure, he wasn’t mocking the boys or anything and he was genuinely enjoying their performance, but c’mon dude, read the room.

Anyway, sorry for the literal essay, I’m just so sick and tired of being portrayed as an entitled boy group stan who’s salty that their celebrity crush lost an award. Because that is not how it is, and it’s so frustrating to explain that.

tldr; yoongi hun i love you but cant you wish for something different? pandering to a bunch of wonder bread crumbles gathering dust on the floor is below you, legend.

honestly everything about the Grammys is shady as fuck. they really wrung every last drop of BTS’ influence in the run up to the show, nominated them for an award that makes a mockery of BTS’ musicality and stage performance, placed them at the end bc they KNOW viewership is gonna nosedive after their performance, cut their song short, cut their video short, make them stay up at witching hour for half a second of tv appearance, and then what? not give them the award? for no understandable reason? bts outsold outperformed out influenced all the other songs on the list? what even is the criteria? how much fucking mashed potato bleached white flour is running in your veins? how much you wanna dance to cotton eye joe??? and even shadier this isnt even the first time they've done it to BTS. this is the THIRD FUCKING TIME. and they've shaded a TON of incredible POC artists over the years INCLUDING THIS YEAR like scammys.....you gotta try harder than putting a 3 sec disclaimer of ‘we arent racist xoxo enjoy the show.’ you KNOW youre fucking doing it wrong when youre losing a morality and transparency issue to a weekly music broadcasting show.

and you know what the kicker is? joon literally said ‘i told you’ almost as soon as the results came in. AND THEN bts literally proceeded to act on a level of professionalism and grace that really the so called most prestigious music award show organizers and the rest of western music industry should take notes on. mad props to bts for not losing their shit. i literally have so much fucking respect for them holy shit.

#it really says something that the fact that BTS lost is creating more waves than the show itself #choke @ the scammys #this narrative is getting repetitive and im not here for it #anyways I wish Tumblr would have a read more on asks this is going to take up half everyones dash #sorry :(#ans

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windscattered · 3 years ago

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Previously

Delano stared at Adriano numbly. “You… you’re adopted?”

“Yeah.” Adriano glanced towards the house and leaned closer to Delano, voice lowering to a whisper. “Mom told me to lie to you, to say that I’m yours.”

The pieces slotted together in Delano’s head. Jesus christ, she really was using Adriano as leverage to make Delano stay.

“Fucking hell,” Delano muttered.

“Right?!” Adriano whispered urgently. “I had no idea she was planning this when she adopted me.” He rubbed his eyes. “Do you know what she said to me the first time she saw me?”

Delano shook his head.

“She- I forget the exact wording, but she commented on my eyes. ‘Just like his,’ she said. ‘Just like your father’s’. I always had a feeling she chose me because I looked like someone else and when you got here, it confirmed it.” Adriano made a frustrated sound. “Everything makes sense now. The fucking obsession she had about me working out. She wanted so bad for me to be buff. She wanted me to look like you! And when I wouldn’t gain muscle, no matter how much I tried because it’s my fucking body type, she thought I was slacking off on purpose!” He sounded so frustrated that Delano got the impression that it had been the subject of many arguments.

“That… that sounds tough,” Delano said, lamely. He was still reeling.

Adriano shrugged with a bitter expression. “It must be tough for you, too,” he said. “I saw how you looked when she touched you. What did she do to you?”

Delano froze. That night with her. He’s never talked about it to anyone. He tells himself that night didn’t affect him, but he still to this day couldn’t eat steak without feeling sick afterwards.

Adriano must have seen the shift in his expression because he changed the subject. “She learned to quit badgering me about it, eventually. And she’s pretty supportive of my band, too, I guess.”

“You have a band?” Delano asked.

Adriano looked at him with wide eyes, blushing a little. “Y-yeah…”

“That’s cool,” Delano said. “What do you play?”

Adriano’s cheeks turned redder. “I dunno, like punk and metal. We’re not that good though…”

“You have to play me some of your stuff,” Delano said.

Adriano looked shocked. “I- o-okay!”

***

As Fang got used to the house, she refused to leave Delano’s side. Delano, of course, didn’t mind. He was more than happy to not leave Fang out of his sight, in case she was abducted to a dog shelter again.

Fang also must have noticed how Delano tensed up around Lieselotte because she tended to place herself between the two, whenever she could. Once she even growled at Lieselotte, when she came too close.

Lieselotte, of course, was less than thrilled about that incident and started insisting that Fang should be kept outside for nights. Delano of course, in turn, sneaked Fang to his room each evening anyway.

Somehow, in a weird, fucked up way, Delano settled into Lieselotte’s house. While Lieselotte (or Lizzy, as she insisted to be called) was at work, Delano either watched TV, played with Fang in the yard or did his homework.

He also talked a lot with Adriano, which he found that he actually liked. It turned out that the two had surprisingly much in common. Both liked heavy metal and dogs. Both had also lost their parents at a young age and then had trouble adjusting. Adriano, however, had been lucky in having been adopted by Lieselotte. Or, you know. As lucky as you can be when it’s her.

Adriano and Fang were the only things that made living in Lieselotte’s house bearable, honestly. Without the two, Delano would have left days ago, even if he would have gone to live on the street with his arm in a cast. He couldn’t return to his apartment because Lieselotte had cancelled his lease. Lieselotte had told him that point-blank when he had off-handedly mentioned his rent.

Delano felt the leash around his neck tighten.

He also found that he couldn’t relax in this house, no matter how much he tried. Once, he had made the mistake of walking around the house in his boxers and he had felt Lieselotte’s eyes on his body and ass. That evening Delano had almost scrubbed himself raw in the shower. Obviously, he hadn’t made that mistake twice. Ever since that evening, Delano started wearing his loosest, least sexy clothes and covering every inch of his skin from neck down.

But, of course, no matter how careful Delano was, he was still out of his comfort zone and in Lieselotte’s turf. No matter how hard Delano tried, Lieselotte had an advantage over him.

Delano closed the shower with a sigh. At least he could shower by himself. Lieselotte also hadn’t tried to come into his room at night. He supposed he should count his blessings.

Delano left the shower room, squeezing water from his hair. It was asinine that the towels had to be kept outside the shower, but there was nowhere to put a towel in the shower.

Just as Delano finished wrapping the towel around his waist, the door opened. Lieselotte stepped into the dressing room, quietly closing the door behind her. She was wearing a bathrobe. When she turned around and saw Delano, she looked like a deer in the headlights. She quickly fixed her expression to a sultry smile, though.

“Oh, you already finished?” she asked, stepping closer. “I could have washed your back.”

Delano, who had been staring at her, frozen stiff, now stepped back. He glanced at the door behind her. He had to get out.

“What’s wrong?” Lieselotte asked, taking another step. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Delano felt the wall against his back. He had nowhere to run.

Lieselotte set her hand on his chest. “You could… always come and have another shower with me…”

Delano drew a giant breath and bolted. He stepped around Lieselotte and strode out of the dressing room, into the hallway.

As he was striding to his room, Delano almost walked into Adriano. “Whoa, dude!” the young man exclaimed. He looked up at Delano and frowned in confusion. “Is… is everything okay? You look… shaken.”

Delano took a few breaths, glancing back to the bathroom door. The door remained closed. “Yeah,” he ground out. “I’m fine.”

Adriano must have noticed something was up. “Go put some clothes on,” he said. “I didn’t see you, if she asks.”

Delano nodded. “Thank you.” He slinked into his room and leant against the door. His breath came in huge gasps that still didn’t reach his lungs. Delano slid down the wall and sat on the floor, still struggling to breathe. His skin was crawling, especially where she had touched him. He felt dirty, even though he still hasn’t dried from his shower.

Fang padded over to him, poking his cheek with her snout. She whined softly.

Delano hugged her to his chest.

He had to get out of here. He couldn’t let Adriano keep seeing him like this.

***

“Did something happen with Daniel?” Lorenzo asked carefully, as the brothers were having dinner.

Orlando’s eyes widened. When had he learned Daniel’s name? “Wh- how-”

“Oh, I met him when he spent the night here,” Orlando explained. “When he looked like he got hit by a truck.”

“You met Daniel?” Orlando asked.

“Yeah!” Lorenzo beamed. “We had sandwiches around two AM.”

Orlando was speechless. “Huh.” He hesitated. “What did you think about him?”

Lorenzo looked up at the ceiling in thought. “The dog was a little scary, but I think Daniel himself is… he’s nice. A little quiet. He had a very relaxed and chill vibe.” He looked back at Orlando, eyes wide. “Are you asking for my blessing?”

Orlando’s cheeks heated up immediately. “N-no. I’m just asking what you thought of him.”

He couldn’t ask his blessing for something that couldn’t exist. There couldn’t be a relationship between him and Daniel. He was just humouring himself. Creating fantasies where he could have something with Daniel.

Orlando hasn’t seen him in a few weeks either. And he was fine.

Lorenzo pursed his lips. “Did something happen with him? You’ve been… down lately.”

Orlando was quiet for a moment. “We’re on a break,” he said quietly.

Lorenzo looked crestfallen. “Aww. I was rooting for you two. When I said you deserve someone who makes you happy, I meant it.”

Orlando smiled crookedly. “I know, habibi.”

“Is the break, like, permanent?” Lorenzo asked. “Or is it just temporary?”

Orlando sighed. “I think it’s permanent this time.”

Lorenzo gasped. “No! You were so happy with him!”

Orlando shrugged, uneasy.

“Orlando, listen,” Lorenzo said firmly. “You have to start working less, if that’s the issue.”

“Lorenzo, please-”

“No! None of that! You’ve been so selfless for so long, Orlando. When is it you time? When is it your time to be happy?”

Orlando was speechless for a second. “I… I-I am happy now, with you.”

“But you could be happier, right?”

Orlando was quiet. Lorenzo did have a point, but… He didn’t know the full image, which really did make it impossible between Orlando and Daniel.

“Okay, how about this,” Lorenzo said. “Try again, with Daniel. One last time. And if it doesn’t work, I’ll lay off and you can tell me that you told me so.”

Orlando chewed his dinner slowly, frowning in thought. Maybe he was more far gone than he had thought, but Lorenzo’s proposition did sound like a good idea. Not in the way Lorenzo meant it, though. Orlando would meet Daniel one last time, take him on a date, then tell him he’d have to quit seeing him because his feelings were getting in the way. Then Daniel also could enforce Orlando’s attempts to not contact him. Win-win. Perfect plan.

“Alright,” Orlando said finally. “Deal.”

Lorenzo beamed.

So, after dinner, Orlando got his phone and texted Delano.

Me: Hey, Daniel. It’s been a while. Do you have time for a date?

Daniel took two hours to reply. The reply made Orlando’s blood freeze in his veins.

Daniel: Help me

Daniel: Idk what to do

Daniel: I cant do this alone

#drabble #ic: delano #ic: orlando

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subloganrights · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 24: Intercrural Sex - Moxiety

Summary: Virgil wakes up hard and horny, Patton suggests he fucks his thighs to get himself off which Virgil thoroughly enjoys. But it leaves Patton more than a little horny too.

Warnings: intercrural sex/thigh fucking, come marking, sleepy sex, use of the words ‘cunt’ and ‘small cock’ in reference to trans guy’s genitalia

Word count: 700

<- Day 23 Day 25 ->

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Patton is warm, soft and warm, soft and warm and content. He can feel Virgil pressed up against his back, arms around his midsection. He’s not sure if his boyfriend is still sleeping or not, it doesn’t matter, he squirms back against his heat, wanting to be closer. Virgil makes a soft sort of noise, hands tightening around Patton. It’s almost soft and gentle enough for a Sunday morning. It would be if Virgil didn’t grind his obviously hard cock into his ass at that moment.

“Virge,” he whines out, voice laced with sleep, but he laughs afterwards, burying his face further into his pillow.

“Mhm,” Virgil mutters and it’s obvious to Patton that he’s barely awake, he’s not exactly a morning person anyway.

“Virgey, baby,” he says, a little louder and firmer than before, it’s not that he hates how Virgil’s cock feels trying to grind between his clothed ass cheeks, rather the opposite, but he’d rather have his boyfriend aware of what he’s doing.

Virgil lets out more incoherent babbling before he shifts again, moving a little away from Patton, seeming to come to his senses.

“Hm, sorry, Pat,” he mutters, tone low and sleepy which Patton thinks is still adorable.

“It’s okay, love,” Patton reassures him, not at all really minding, “you can take care of yourself if you want.”

Virgil hums, clearly thinking about it, before cuddling against Patton more, uttering, “‘m too tired to do anything.”

Patton laughs at that, shaking his head a little but letting his eyes slip shut again, saying, “why don’t I help then?”

There’s a pause.

“How?”

Patton sighs, he can’t really be bothered to do anything in particular either, he’s not necessarily very horny himself either.

“Why don’t you take off my boxers and, you know, use my thighs how you like,” Patton suggests, trying to sound casual, “I’m not really in the mood to take all of you this morning.”

Virgil lets out a noise, sort of strangled but positive. Patton knows he’s thinking about it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Virge, I’m sure.”

Then there’s fingers pulling his boxers down, he kicks them off the rest of the way and listens as Virgil shoves down his own underwear. He squishes his soft, thick thighs together, not too hard that Virgil can’t slot between them.

Virgil shuffles back closer, chin against Patton’s shoulder as he kisses his cheek gently as his cock prods against Patton’s thighs, a little too close to his cunt and Patton knows he’s going to end up wet and needy already.

He listens as Virgil’s hitched breaths and soft pants of his own name, the slide of his cock between his legs is slick and wet and so very hot. Patton does little more than lie there and softly moan, his cunt growing wet fast, easily slicking up Virgil’s cock making a right mess of his thighs and providing him more friction than he initially wanted.

“Pat,” Virgil breathes out, hips canting and jerking, his cock fucking quickly between Patton’s thighs, smearing pre-come against his skin, the head of his cock occasionally bumping against Patton’s own little cock.

“Yes, Virge, please,” Patton utters gently, urging his boyfriend on, “go on, come for me, love, make a mess of my thighs just how you like, make me yours, Virge.”

Virgil’s hips stutter, whining into Patton’s shoulder as he comes, still thrusting between Patton’s thighs coating them thoroughly with his come. Patton hums, sleepy yet happy, at being covered and having helped Virgil out.

His cock slips out from between Patton’s thighs with a sigh, uttering softly, “thank you, Pat.”

“No problem, Virgey,” Patton says, smiling gently to himself even as he’s facing away from the other, “although… you’ve made me really rather horny now…”

Virgil lets out a quiet noise of understanding, “would you like me to help?”

Patton hums, barely opening his legs a little again, “please.”

It doesn’t take long for Patton to come with two of Virgil’s fingers toying and fondling his wet little cock leaving him in much more of a mess than he was when he woke up. He isn’t opposed to a shower with Virgil first thing on a morning.

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#kinktober #not safe for sanders #moxiety #intercrural sex #thigh fucking #trans patton #come marking #sleepy sex #virgil #anxiety #patton #morality #el writes #smuttysanderssidestwopointoh

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shadedrose01 · 5 years ago

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Date Night Differences

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Harley and Peter go on a mission for their date night.

Tags: Febufluff, Date Night, Harley Keener as Iron Lad, BAMF Harley Keener, BAMF Peter Parker, Hydra (Marvel), hydra base, a tiny bit of violence, Peter Parker having Deadpool energy, Established Relationship, Dorks in Love, Exasperated Harley Keener, Fluff, Cute Ending, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Harley Keener, And a smidge of angst? But not really? Idk, Harley has an AI named ABBIE, and theres one Into The Spiderverse reference too

Day three of Febufluff: "Date Night"!

"We really need to rethink our choices." Harley groans as a fist collides with his metal helmet, his head swiveling to the side with the force of the blow. He glares back at the agent that hit him, who is now cradling his probably broken hand, and punches him back, the agents body flying across the room.

"What, you don't like this?" Peter voice chimes back through the coms, slight staticky and obviously out of breath as he fights, probably kicking ass wherever the hell he was.

"Scouting a HYDRA base for date night?" Harley hears a beep, sees two red dots coming up from behind him on his radar, and deploys his mini missiles, shooting out of his back and watching as the dots suddenly disappear. "No, not really, Pete. Why couldn't Tony or literally anyone else come do this for us? We could be having dinner right now, or watching a movie." He whines into the now empty space, sounding like a child as he strolls through the dark halls of the base, using infrared light to watch for any body heat signatures around him and keeping an eye on his radar to see if anyone else is coming his way.

"You know why, Harls." Peter teases, before grunting, a crash coming through right afterwards that makes Harley's heart spike.

"You good, Pete??"

There's a pause, and then a "Yup! All good!" that relaxes Harley instantly, puffing out a long breathe of air.

"Good. And yeah, I know why, but still! Stupid old people and their stupid retirement." He grumbles, turning the corner and freezing, seeing a room full of body signatures further down the hall to his right. The main room, Harley assumes, leaning against the wall and crouching down, trying to make himself less noticable just in case any stranglers come around. "Where are you, anyways?"

"I'm right here!" Peter suddenly appears in front of him, jumping down from the ceiling and giving Harley a massive heart attack, his body jerking back and tensing up instinctively before relaxing again.

"Gah, Peter! You cant just do that!" He breathes, putting a hand over his chest plate beside the arc reactor, above where his heart is.

Peter's mask twitches, his eyes moving in a motion that Harley can tell is him rolling his eyes, and Harley glares back at him even though Peter can't see it. "I'm surprised you didn't see me, with all of your fancy smancy tech."

Now its Harley that's rolling his eyes. "I told ABBIE to only warn me when threats are approaching. You aren't percieved as a threat."

Peter gasps dramatically. "Awh, babe! That's so sweet!"

Harley attempts to sigh in annoyance, but it ends up as a breathy laugh. "Let's just get this over with. What are we looking for again?"

"The codes for some super weapon that could kill us all or something. You know, the usual." Peter shrugs, winking, and this time Harley does sigh, causing Peter's shoulders to shake with silent laughter. "They should be on a computer in the final bosses room."

Harley ignores the video game analogy, exasperated out of his mind, and nods towards the room with all the heat signatures in it, the bodies barely moving. "In there. There's about 6 people, and they're just standing around, waiting. I think they know we're here."

"Then let's not keep the party waiting!" Peter jumps back up on to the ceiling, stealthily crawling his way towards the door and Harley follows, creeping over himself, on the floor instead. He presses his back against the wall and takes a deep breath. "You ready?"

"Ai ai, captain!" Is the response he gets, and Harley breathes out one last, airy chuckle before aiming his repulsor at the door and shooting it open, going in guns ablazing.

The agents start to shoot at him, but the Iron Lad armour absorbs all of the hits, the bullets ricocheting off of him and hitting different parts of the room. He starts firing repulsor blasts at the three people in his range, knocking them unconscious easily, looking for the other three. He doesn't have to look far to see two bodies on the floor, and one attached to the wall, all unmoving and covered in webs, with a certain spider stood in the middle of the carnage, looking pleased with himself. "Well dress me up and call me the Staples button, because that was easy."

He even does a not so terrible impression of the voice. This is the person Harley loves. This is the person he chooses to be around. Why does he do this to himself?

(He wouldn't have it any other way.)

He doesn't dignify that with a response, though he silently agrees, and makes his way over to the large row of computers sat on top of a wooden rickety table against the wall, the space cluttered, gray and dark, like the stereotypical enemy computers that you'd see in the movies. How cliché. He searches around, and quickly finds a USB port. Now, he just- "Hey, you still got the USB stick, or whatever the hell you call it?" He turns towards Peter, who tilts his head like a confused puppy.

"The goober?"

"Yeah, that." Peter pats himself down, before putting his hand into an invisible pocket on his thigh that Harley has never seen before, and pulling the small device out with a small "ta-da!"

"Thanks, babe." He tries to push the stick into the slot, but it doesnt work, so he flips it over and tries again. When that doesnt work, he groans, flips it back over again, and when it finally slots into place, Harley watching as the code floods onto the screen, overriding the passcodes and finding the information they did to complete their mission.

The progression bar is about halfway to completion when Peter speaks up again. "Uh, babe?" and the change in his voice, from upbeat to quiet, nervous, has Harley alert immediately.

"Yeah?"

"Something's wrong." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his display lights up red, images of a crumbling building and the words 'unstable structure' screaming in his face.

"The building is collapsing, Boss!" ABBIE exclaims to him, the AI's usually calm, youthful robotic voice filled with a fear Harley didn't know it could have. "You will need to escape immediately to avoid significant injury."

"Shit!" Harley glances at the progression bar, seeing that it's almost complete, almost done, just a little longer-

"Harls, what's happening?" Peter breaks into his thoughts as the room starts to shake, dust starting to fall from the ceiling, an ominous rumble starting in the background. Harley reaches out and grabs onto him, pressing the boy close to his body as the progress bar hits 100%, the rumble turning into a loud roar. "Harls?!?"

He yanks the stick out of its slot, and yells out a quick "hold on!" Before he shoots off towards the exit, flying through doorway after doorway as the rooms start to groan around him, large blocks of ceiling falling in front of his own eyes. He doesnt focus on it, can't focus on it, he has to get them to safety, has to get Peter out safely, he has to-

Harley breaks through the entrance of the base, shooting up into the sky just as the entire building crumbles to the ground, a cloud of dust flooding the air around it. Harley flies a little ways away, the USB, goober, whatever, still in hand, clutching onto Peter with the other.

He finds a hill further up the plain where the base was built, and lands slowly, gently, carefully helping Peter to his feet as soon as he does. He retracts his helmet, Peter taking off his mask, and a gloved hand grabs onto Peter's cheek, staring into his slightly shaken eyes and scanning his face and body for any injuries. "You okay? You aren't hurt, are you?"

"N-no, no, I'm okay. Are you okay?"

Harley lets out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm okay, baby. I'm the one with the metal suit."

"Hey, I have a metal suit too!" Peter pouts, and Harley instantly knows he's alright. Really, truly alright, not just lying to make Harley feel better (which he has done one too many times in the past). "...Not on me, but still!"

Harley can't help the laugh that escapes him, hearty, full of warmth. "I know, sweetheart, I know."

He sees a big, goofy smile grow onto Peter's face, and Harley cant help but to pull him into a hug, pressing his face into Peter's hair as Peter nuzzles into his chest with a soft, content sigh. Looking over Peter's shoulder, Harley can faintly see the pinks, reds, yellows and oranges of the setting sun through the trees, the ball of fire slowly sinking into the horizon, and he cant help but to grin. With a successful mission on their hands, and Peter in his arms, Harley cant help but to grin, feeling satisfied.

Maybe this wasn't so bad of a date night after all.

#febufluff #Febufluff #day three #date night #parkner #parley #harley keener/peter parker #harley keener #harley keener as iron lad #peter parker #hydra #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction

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sunnyvaiprion · 6 years ago

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Hi! I have a question (two actually) So how do you use Mr Dark Prince in battle? And is there a 4th mysterious member along your Julius/Reinhardt/Child!Azura team? (I love these interactions of them you draw btw~)

Oh, thanks!!

About the team: yes! Since it’s a primarily AR team, there are two more! One of them is basically defaulted to Eir, but more often than not she stays as far away as she possibly can from any action (she has a nice heal though. Also she can throw Julius into enemies if he cant walk there fast himself). And second is a wildcard that varies from team to team (it was supposed to be a bonus unit, but it seems like Eir will stay for quite a long time), but my “main” now uses Bride Ninian for… no apparent reson besides being a dancer and me liking her. I will most likely change her for someone else/heavily alter her build because it’s actually pretty wacky with this team, but for now she stays (because she can fulfill her main purpose which is assisting trap removal in tight spaces).

And now, About Julius: Ranged units can be a major pain. Sometimes (more like nearly always) you cant initiate on one and run without the rest of them scattering like dust particles if you blow on them all across the map with their dancers (especially now with Lazura), and to bait them you need someone who can take entire triangle and probably physical damage too, all at once. Use a dragon? Yes… a dragon.

Due to it being a somewhat lenghty text, I am putting it under the cut.

If someone else thought about using him but was afraid that he isnt “a good unit” or “not favoured by meta” - I’d recommend you read into this too!

I have my Julius with Loptous, Reposition, Iceberg, Distant Defence, Guard, Attack Ploy, and another Distant Defence. which is - a wall. I place him in a space where he can be targeted by units I want (nearly any ranged, tbh. IF there’s a melee frontiline unit - Reinhardt has a message for them.) so he can kill them or hold them in place, and make sure my team can give him maximum amount of drives without putting anyone in danger. (oftenmost it’s just Azura and that’s it but still).

Pros:

It’s VERY hard to kill him during EP. Even blue mages and bows/daggers with high attack struggle to deal non-zero damage to him, especially pre-dance. TA blue mage dancers included, as they usually dont break 50 attack mark by much.

No specials. Unless a special is pre-charged on turn 1 (or 2CD with Heavy/Flashing blade after dance), no luck trying to damage him with one either while guard is up and have fun offing it. Glimmer still deals a 0. Moonbow most likely a single digit.

He has high attack but without QR he will unlikely kill a unit coming at him on their first initiation (unless its low res green OR Reinhardt)…. which will waste a dancer’s turn to dance them instead of dancing some out-of-range thing you DONT want to attack, like a melee fast sword in that far-off corner.

On second initiation (if danced, alternatively someone else if the first unit died or didnt get a dance) that unit is guaranteed dead, though, because Iceberg hits like a truck especially with his already nice attack and STUPIDLY HIGH RES especially on EP. If they somehow survive this (Aversa with res wave on comes to mind) - its not a crazy PP unit so their damage is definitely a hard 0, so no biggie. Also works with a fast dazzle staff or if first enemy fails to double, since CD is 3.

With his res he can atk ploy virtually any unit of his choice, making the most dangerous unit to him (usually a physical or Ophelia) less dangerous at least pre-dance (when they have a chance to land more attacks).

His speed is actually not THAT bad. He usually doesnt mind getting doubled, but still. If you throw some speed buffs on him he can deny even some fast units their doubles. This might come in handy when fighting aforementioned units.

He is a lot easier to actually obtain and merge than similar units (Micaiah, Deirdre, Kliff maybe?) due to not being a 5-star locked or even limited unit. Unless you are a whale, and I dont judge, but for me it’s a big plus right there. Skills I have on him are also all widely available (I got DD off Garon).

Ranged anti-dragon weapons are all green (= normal blue for Julius, multiplier-wise). After Nagas got refines I actually started seeing them on defence maps. Guess what, still 0 damage. Daggers are trickier but a lot rarer and still manageable. They added an inheritable one just now but… why would anyone actually use it on heroes except it’s native user (who is also green) ?? Either way you wont see much of that.

See that Surtr? Julius will take care of him for you, too, with his high attack. In a single hit, if you pre-charge his Iceberg on something else. I know that almost any red mage can do it, but I heared some people still struggle. He can take a DC-hit from him too, if he runs one.

He can tank Ophelia, but be careful. For her he needs res buffs, especially the visible one, because of her initial AoE. Atk ploy her. If she can get an attack buff, It’d be great for you to have panic ploy too (right now there’s a lot of options, including Panic Manor). On a positive note, there should be plenty of mages on the same team as her, probably red and green, which wont really bother him afterwards.

That’s Julius. We love our possessed lord.

Cons:

While he takes little to no damage from any ranged source, Poison Strike-esque damage will get him good. Pain+ healers arent particulary dangerous because they cant deal any more damage to him no matter what, but units like firesweep bow double poison lyn are not very nice for him to face head-on (yes, I hate her in particular with burning passion), especially if she gets danced, receive a buff and attacks again, while there are other non-zero damage units in the back. But unlike a melee unit in the front line, it’s not always an option to snipe her (or any other unit like her) prior to Julius getting in range. This is, honestly, your worst nightmare. Be very careful with things like that and calculate damage dealt to make sure he wont die. … even though I think it’s not just his problem. But he doesnt easily solve it.

He is reliant on team support to fight ranged physicals. Not going to lie about it. Def Tactic (or a wave if you’re into them) and 1-2 drive defs (ideally distant guard) should do, which is by no means too much investment, but it should be done.

His player phase leaves a lot to be desired. But like… what’s new? He’s enemy phase per advertisement. He still can Iceberg someone to the ground should he have it ready, or finish off someone previously mangled in EP, though.

He’s likely to deal more than 50% HP in one hit to PP heroes, especially ones that dump res or run LnD, which will activate wings of mercy, and a WoM melee unit can warp to his face and smack him. BUT usually dancers run WoM, and those have lower-end stats, so he should be okay at the very least. The only lancer dancer in the game is OG Azura, but …when was the last time I’ve seen her… anyway, be careful with WoM.

He’s going to get Chill Res’d. He will get Chill Res’d every time every day of the week cause you wont find any ally with more res than him to “bait” chill res. It’s not like he will die from it though.

He’s infantry, so unfortunately, no easy fortify/wards for him. But if he was any other movtype - it’d bring it’s own problems, so… maybe it’s for the best. Also distant guard is a thing now.

He wants to stay above 80% hp and it’s very easy until he starts taking 5+ damage per hit. If it’s the case - you need to start paying attention to enemy specials again, especially longer CD ones.

Alternatives: While I am happy with how he does his job for now, I am planning make one adjustment, which is - give him Steady Stance 4. (once I get the fodder Surtr, which is not so soon). It will allow him to use his entire HP pool more effectively, and will give him extra survivability against physical threats, even if by a little bit. Additionally, it will protect him againt melee units too (like a WoM dancer teleporting to him) for safety measures and it will open up B slot! Losing 6 res (and 3 Iceberg damage) is not a big deal compared to all those benifits, ESPECIALLY since staying above 80% would be no longer needed.

I .. dont really have a plan what to put in B slot then, because I intentionally want to avoid QR for a reason I explained above. But hey, I’ll figure something out when the time comes. However QR is also a viable option if you want him to kill everything in one go.

Iceberg is also, in theory, could be replaced by Glacies, if you want more damage. But I personally decided against it, because Iceberg’s cooldown is easier to manage and it’s damage is already enough in most cases. Also Iceberg is a lot better with QR should you want to use him for insta-kills.

And for the love of Loptyr himself, dont try to build him player phase or give him Fury. There are heroes with a lot better stat spreads for PP (yes, I’ve seen a PP Julius), and Fury is a fastest way to turn off Guard/QR and ruin his excellent ability to take zeros from most things. I tried it while I didnt have DD to fodder, and I didnt get much out of it.

Now, he fits on virtually any map, but here are some examples of AR maps which he absolutely murdered.

I rely on my dragon! I’m very glad I decided to pick him up, even if he’s not that popular of a unit.

#answers #fire emblem heroes #Julius #oof I accidently typed that #but well I'm glad #I hope that when the 1st wawe of GHB quests end they make a 3rd one #so we julius enthusiasts can get an extra copy of Julius!!

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kayzean · 7 years ago

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Things that I really loved about TLJ

!!!SPOILERS!!!

(I’m gonna watch it again soon so when I do I’ll add the details i missed)

“A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away” *Silence* *Sudden loud Star Wars theme*

When Poe was messing with Hux in the start of the movie.

BB-8 trying to fix the weapon systems on Poe’s ship and later just using his head.

The fact that for like the 1st time EVER we see the shields around the ships!

Finn waking up and falling off the bed, then walking around the ship, water spewing everywhere, until Poe finds him.

Leia strait up Force pulls herself back onto the ship after being in space for who knows how long.

Rey handing Luke the light saber and then after a long silence he just deadass throws is over his shoulder.

THE PORGS!!

Chewie cooking one of the Porgs and the others just staring at him like “WHYY??”

Then the Porgs making the Falcon their home.

Luke telling R2-D2 to watch his language.

When Luke told Rey to reach out to the force and she literally reaches out and Luke grabbed that leaf looking thingy and started waving it against her hand asking 'do you feel the force?' And she was like 'Yes! I feel it' and then he slapped her hand with said leaf.

REYLO

Adorable little Rose, fangirling over Finn, then tasering/shocking him (and the entire scene after that.)

BB-8 being mistaken for a slot machine by that one gambler then having so many coins/chips in him. Then later shooting them at that one guy then blowing off the smoke.

When Rose and Finn set the Fathiers free on that casino planet.

The Fathiers are SO BEAUTIFUL THO?! THE EARS AND EVERYTHING!!

Kylo shirtless?!

That entire scene where the lady with the short-ish purple colored curly hair cant remember her name turns the main ship around and activates the hyper drive and shoots through the entire enemy fleet. That silence that followed as we saw the beautiful destruction her sacrifice had made... (I have never in my life heard a theater so silent during that scene, it was quite unsettling) And then the loud explosion afterwards that i’m sure most of us didn't quite expected after that silence.

All the fight scenes where AMAZING.

The fight scene where Rey and Kylo fight together was probably one of the best.

The beauty of those Crystal foxes (Vulptex)

That entire battle scene with the red dust? I’m gonna call it that for now. It was so stunning and was probably my most favorite part of the movie. Just.so.beautiful.

Yoda totally trolling Luke!

Luke kissing Leia on the head.

Luke calmly brushing the ‘dust’ off his cloak after that onslaught of gunfire.

“Do you think you hit him?”

Poe rubbing BB-8′s tummy like he’s a puppy, and being the happiest man in that moment is my aesthetic.

Rey and Finn’s long hug.

The ending of Luke’s journey with the 2 suns was so beautiful.

All in all it was one heck of a GREAT movie! And honestly? I LOVED the fact that is was different!

It was visually stunning, and the soundtrack was astounding. I also loved the fact that it was a little bit sadder, it had me tear up in some parts a lot of parts and most of the scenes gave me goose bumps and sent chills up my spine.

This is a movie I really recommend you to go and watch.

#star wars tlj #tlj #star wars 8 #star wars #lucasfilm #a long time ago in a galaxy far far away #this movie is great #its just so good #like really #go watch it

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grailfinders · 4 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #75: Jack the Ripper

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re making the cutest lil baby to ever disembowel, Jack the Ripper! Watch your ankles as you go below the cut for a build breakdown, or check out her character sheet here!

Race and Background

Jack’s a Human, kinda, but bringing a child character with as few clothes as Jack to a D&D session triggers the fight or flight response in a lot of people, so we’ll play it safe and call her a Halfling instead. We’re specifically making her a Lightfoot Halfling for the extra Sneakiness, giving her +2 Dexterity and +1 Charisma. You’re Lucky, letting you reroll natural 1s- Jack’s an anime character, she doesn’t mess things up. You’re Brave, giving you advantage against being frightened (you mostly do the frightening). Finally, you’re Nimble, letting you move through larger creatures’ spaces. Your movement speed is only 25′, but we can fix that later.

Jack’s certainly a criminal, but she’s more of a lone wolf, so the background doesn’t really suit her. Also she may be one criminal, but she’s a lot of Urchins. This gives her proficiency with Sleight of Hand and Stealth, and she can move twice as quickly in cities-great for establishing an alibi.

Stats

Make sure your Dexterity is high, you need to be good at hiding and stabbing to be the most famous serial killer in the western world. Also to be famous, you need a personality-that’s Charisma. Your Constitution is next; if those scars are any indication, you can take a beating and keep moving. Your Wisdom isn’t bad, you’re pretty perceptive for a kid, Your Intelligence isn’t great, you never got to go to school. Finally, dump Strength. You’re a child/halfling, and you clearly haven’t been to the gym in a while. I don’t think you’re even old enough for a membership.

Class Levels

1. Rogue 1: This shouldn’t be a surprise for an assassin class. You’re proficient with Dexterity and Intelligence saves, as well as four skills. You’re surprisingly Perceptive and Insightful, and of course you’re good at Acrobatics. Intimidation isn’t just about threatening people, it’s also about acting in ways that are disconcerting, and you’ve got that down pat.

You get a Sneak Attack, letting you deal more damage with finesse weapons if your target is distracted or can’t see you. You also learn Thieves’ Cant, to speak with other rogues all sneaky like. Finally, Expertise doubles your proficiency in two skills; double up on Stealth and Acrobatics to be even better at making getaways.

2. Sorcerer 1: We’re not going magic initiate with our rogue levels, so we’ll have to grab spells from somewhere else. Somewhere like here. First level sorcerers get Spells that use Charisma to cast. They also pick a sorcerous origin here, and no-one’s quite as good for sneaking around at night as a Shadow sorcerer. This gives you Eyes of the Dark, giving you 120′ of Darkvision now and the Darkness spell for free at your third sorcerer level. If you cast it using 2 sorcery points, you can see through it as well. You also have the Strength of the Grave; when you drop to 0 HP, you can make a Charisma Save to see if they actually hit another one of the kids in you instead, letting you go to 1 HP instead. This only works once per long rest, and not at all if it’s radiant damage or a critical hit.

For cantrips, Mending will help you patch up any cuts you didn’t mean to make, Message lets you chat with your mother without anyone eavesdropping, Minor Illusion will let you make a bit of fog even when you run out of spell slots, and Poison Spray is the closest we’re getting to true demonic fog this build.

For spells, grab Fog Cloud for some cloud cover and Mage Armor for some not dying. The closest thing you wear to armor is a cloak, and that’s not going to help against an ax. Or the cold for that matter, those lostbelts are pretty chilly.

3. Rogue 2: Second level rogues are cunning enough to take Cunning Actions, letting you dash, disengage, or hide as a bonus action. This frees up your normal action for more stabbing; convenient!

4. Rogue 3: At this level you pick your roguish archetype, and the Soulknife lets you do all sorts of cool things with magic knives. You get Psionic Dice that can be used to activate your Psionic Powers. You have twice your proficiency bonus in dice, and they start as d6s. They regenerate at the end of long rests, but you can also regain one die each short rest as a bonus action. You can use your dice to power your Psi-Bolstered Knack, adding a die to a failed skill/tool check that you’re already proficient in, using up the die if you succeed. You can also send out Psychic Whispers, telepathic communication to a number of creatures equal to your proficiency bonus. This lasts a number of hours equal to a roll on your psi die, and has a range of 1 mile. The first time’s free, but every time afterwards needs to spend a psi die. Finally, the real selling point for this class is its Psychic Blades. You can create psychic weapons with finesse and thrown properties when you’re going to attack, dealing psychic damage instead of piercing. The blade vanishes after use, and leaves no mark on targets. After attacking with your action, you can use your bonus action to make another attack with a weaker blade. You typically prefer to leave quite a few marks on your victims, but a flawless takedown has its uses too.

Your sneak attack grows to 2d6.

5. Rogue 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to gain Squat Nimbleness, adding 1 to your Dexterity and increasing your movement speed to the typical 30′. You also become proficient in Athletics, and have advantage against being grappled.

6. Rogue 5: Fifth level rogues can make an Uncanny Dodge, halving a single attack’s damage against you as a reaction. Your psionic dice also grow to a d8, and your sneak attack deals 3d6 damage.

7. Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers get a Font of Magic, a number of sorcery points equal to your sorcerer level that can currently be used to make new spell slots.

Speaking of, grab Disguise Self so people never see the real you when you’re stabbing them. We’ll get something more Jack flavored in a bit though.

8. Sorcerer 3: At this level you get two Metamagic options to customize your spells. Grab Subtle Spell to make casting a bit sneakier and Extended Spell to make your spells last longer and really get the most out of each slot. You get Darkness from Eyes of the Dark, and pick up Blur too to make yourself harder to hit and see. If a spell makes you so hard to see you can’t get smacked with a sword, it probably makes you hard to pick out of a lineup too.

9. Sorcerer 4: With this ASI, round up your Charisma for stronger spells and Constitution for a stronger you.

10. Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers get a third level spell, and Haste doubles your movement, adds 2 to your AC, and gives you an extra action each turn for up to a minute. You have to take a break afterwards, but odds are there won’t be much left after the sugar high wears off.

11. Rogue 6: Use this round of Expertise to hone your Acrobatics and Perception, so you can find new targets and hunt them down in cramped alleys.

12. Rogue 7: As a seventh level rogue, your sneak attack increases to 4d6, and you learn Evasion. When you have to make a dexterity save to avoid damage, you take half damage on a failure, and no damage on a success. You’re pretty good at avoiding damage, and pretty bad at having health in the first place.

13. Rogue 8: Use this ASI to become a a Skulker, letting you hide when lightly obscured, avoid giving away your position when you miss a ranged attack while hiding, and you don’t have disadvantage on perception checks made in dim light. Nobody plays darkvision right anyway, but deep in your heart you’ll know.

14. Rogue 9: Ninth level Soulknifes get another die on their sneak attack but also Soul Blades! This gives you two additional ways to use your Psionic Die. Homing Strikes, adds the die to a missed attack roll, spending the die on a hit. Psychic Teleportation lets you blink around a number of feet equal to ten times a psionic die roll as a bonus action, and also spending that die. Currently you can teleport up to 80′ thanks to your d8 psi dice.

15. Rogue 10: Use this ASI to maximize your Dexterity for the best stealth and best stabbing.

16. Rogue 11: Eleventh level rogues have Reliable Talent, meaning you always roll at least a 10 on checks you’re proficient in. You’re probably not going to be grappled any time soon. Or seen, for that matter. Also, your sneak attack does 6d6 damage now, congrats. Also also, your Psionic Die is now a d10 for more accurate strikes, cool teleporting tricks, larger audiences for your creepy mind speeches, and an even stronger way to cheese skill checks if Reliable Talent somehow wasn’t enough.

17. Rogue 12: Use your last ASI to bump up your Charisma. You only have a couple spells, but some of them are illusions so they need to be strong.

18. Rogue 13: Thirteenth level Soulknifes get yet another sneak attack boost and a Psionic Veil. You can use an action to become invisible for up to 1 hour. This ends early if you will it or if you deal damage to force a saving throw. You can use this once per long rest, but you can also spend a psionic die to get another use. Honestly you’re pretty much invisible already with those stealth skills, but another layer of insurance wouldn’t hurt.

19. Rogue 14: At this level you get Blindsense, letting you see creatures you can’t see within 10′ of you. Fog and darkness are your gimmick, so now you can use those without making things harder for yourself.

20. Rogue 15: Your final level of rogue caps off with Slippery Mind, making you proficient in Wisdom Saves. Also, your Sneak Attack is as strong as it’s ever going to be at 8d6 damage.

Pros:

You’re very Sneaky, making it easy to get the drop on people. You’ve got a high skill check, a small body, silent spells, and you can blink around the battlefield to avoid line of sight.

Even when you’re out in the open, you’re really hard to see. If it’s not fog, it’s Darkness, or Blur, or your Psionic Veil. Even if someone does see you, they won’t be seeing “you”.

All this leads up to your powerful Sneak Attack, and thanks to your psychic blades that’s all psychic damage too, which hard to resist.

Cons:

Splashing into sorcerer means you don’t have many spell slots or sorcery points, so you’ll want to make every spell count; a problem increased by the fact that your concentration isn’t that great.

A lot of your sneaking is accomplished through magic and illusion, so going up against someone with Truesight will be a headache.

Blindsense and Slippery Mind are super useful abilities, but they don’t come in until the end of the game. Most campaigns don’t even reach this high.

Next up: I hope you like bad girls, because this one’s so bad at being a girl he’s a guy.

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #Jack the Ripper #Fate and Phantasms

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tumblunni · 7 years ago

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Oh yeah I TOTALLY FORGOT to talk about environmental monsters lol

Okay well what I mean is.. in games with enemies roaming on the map, why don’t we ever see them doing anything? They only ever home in on you when they see you. Everyone in the entire world does nothing except run screaming at you to initiate a battle. No matter what the enemy is, no matter what the story is, no matter the genre. its even rare to see minimal differences like some enemies running and hiding, or whatever.

And like.. i can understand this in some genres, at least. In some genres ‘creating a vivid world’ isn’t really a priority, or there’s an actual reason for all the enemies to attack on sight, like if its a stealth game infiltrating a base. or it might just be hardware engine limitations of the time. i think the majority of this trope used to be because it wasnt possible to do anything else on those consoles, and its stuck around even on more powerful consoles just cos its “a tradition”... I think this idea could specifically be very useful in monster-catching games, where the goal is to find them and gain their power. Having ones that appear on the map and run away or hide would be a better form of challenge than some of the bullshit in pokemon where there’s a 0.5% of fishing up a certain fish only on five tiles out of 140. And like.. the weaker more basic ones could just stand around doing cute animations instead of chasing you down. Chasing you down is only a challenge instead of an annoyance when the chaser like.. actually poses a threat. For minor monsters where the aim is literally just “allow player to enter this encounter” then.. do that. They can stand still in a predictable spot so its easier, and they can have cute animations so it doesnt draw attention to the fact they’re just standing there. Plus there’s loads of other ways you could make it difficult to get them! like ones that camoflage with the scenery or have different movement patterns for their escape, or only appear under specific conditions!

but BASICALLY the concept i mean here is that... I want to run through a field and see monsters everywhere I want to be able to run past ones that don’t attack I want to see them interacting with their environment as if it’s real I want encounters that’re possibly completely optional I want to be able to find little secrets of monsters being cute that i can take a screenshot of i want a world that’s memorable as if its a travel trip i want all the fun of actual animal-watching!!! ^_^

IDEAS!

* Peaceful grazing herbivores in a field. * Shake bushes or flip over rocks to find smaller bug monsters. * Flying monster that can only be caught during a brief window of time when it swoops down to eat smaller monsters. you have to find which small prey is marked as its next target, by seeing a shadow overhead. And then when you engage that prey in battle, instead you get the rare flyer! kinda like the shaking grass that gives you audino in pokemon BW? * Monsters hiding up in trees who only emerge when they cant see you, and jump back up when they can. So you have to avoid their line of sight and wait until they appear, or set traps for them. * Similar sort of thing with monsters in burrows? But you could perhaps get a shovel item to bypass this restriction, at the cost of permenantly destroying that monster spawn spot. You’d get a horde battle with all of the rabbits at once and they’d be angry and harder to catch.

* Possibly having to balance ecosystem stuff like that? you can only fight a certain amount of a certain monster during a single adventure, and have to wait various different times for them to respawn. Perhaps areas have sorts of levels for the ecosystem too, so stronger monsters with higher chances of rare abilities would start appearing if you favor a certain area a lot. And maybe a few choices at certain levels where you could kinda customize it? like go on a quest to improve one part of the ecosystem which will increase the amount of one monster and decrease another. Or there’s two rare species that have just been sighted but theyre competing for the same territory and only one of them will stay- you get the choice of which side to help out.

* Possibly monsters who have rivalries! If you happen to initiate a battle with one monster while its predator is within eyesight, it’ll join the battle and help you fight against it. or you might have certain monsters that’re rare because they spawn near their predator and you have like a time limit to catch it before the other monster does. or maybe lesser rivalries instead of eating each other- like two different patterned variants of peacock who do elaborate dance battles! Thei AI could switch from peaceful to aggressive whenever there’s more than one of them together.

* Possibly monsters could have schedules? like, a time-based system of changes for this ecosystem. More than just only finding certain ones at night, they’d all have their own set walk-routes of being available in different sections of the area depending on the time of day. Figure out the brief time window for a very rare creature, and enjoy that satisfying feeling of pulling off a successful ambush. And maybe different cute idle animations that make you feel like they have a life outside of when you’re there. See the wildebeast herd making their daily trip to the watering hole, see birds digging up worms, see baby lion cubs playing chasing games together while mama and papa watch~! This would work really well with having an integrated screenshot system, and maybe some achievements for getting certain rare photo ops? * Maybe this could also relate to the rivalries? like, have two monsters whose schedule runs on wildly different timescales, and only matches up once in a full moon to have them both competing over the same food source in the same area.

* A good hints system would probably be necessary if we’re gonna pull this off. Or at least a logbook that keeps track of details you’ve already found about each monster. Encounter it at a certain time of day and its written down now, etc. And have a general idea of how many different times and different behaviours you havent found yet. * Could have various npcs who reward you for different things instead of just for catching X monsters or defeating X monsters. Like ones who just want you to find out what time you can find that monster, or what its favourite food is so they can lure it. these could help give you the hints towards finding rarer secrets!

* Hoarder monsters. A rare archetype which can reward you for finding their nest during a time that theyre NOT there! Like squirrels burying their nuts or magpies stealing shiny and potentially valuable things. You have a chance of scoring a bunch of useful items, even if it makes you feel like a bit of a jerk. * Monsters who’re sleeping on the world map and you have to sneak past them to not wake them up (if theyre dangerous) or sneak up to them instead (if theyre ones that normally run away) * Possible ability to lure in monsters by throwing food, or chase them away with stuff like smelly salts or items theyre scared of. (Giant cat: *no like banana*)

* Pet button. not many monsters are tame enough to just accept it immediately, outside of the ones in the basic tutorial area. But it can be super rewarding to win a monster’s trust and be able to do this! It’d be like a small chance of capturing them without a battle, and be boosted by taking various actions that particular monster likes. * Maybe not all of them are as simple as just giving them food they like and being unthreatening? There might be monsters who respond positively to ‘bad’ actions, like ones who respect you for seeming tough and simply think you’re too boring to deal with if you seem unthreatening. Maybe even ones who want to see you prove yourself in battle? So if you fight enough other monsters in the area, suddenly all these ones start following you around cutely and practically forcing theirself into your team! Oh, and also maybe if you defeat the predator or rival of a certain monster?

* Similarly, other forms of affection and temporary allyship you can have with monsters even before you catch them. Like maybe monsters that’re teetering on the edge of trusting you might display certain behaviours to try and convince you to catch them, and then you can benefit from that for a little while before they get frustrated and leave. The ones who respect your toughness might join you in fights as a guest party member, or reward you with an item for every fight you finish within their time limit. * Probably the most common and useful temporary allyship would be mountable wild monsters! Cos I’m thinking maybe how many mons in your party would be determined by ‘party points’ or something, rather than each taking up one slot. mount monsters are bigger so you could take one of them or like six small monsters for the same amount of upkeep. Finding a good reliable mountable wild mon and bringing all the stuff you need to befriend it will help you cut costs on your adventure! Tho probably they have more limited abilities compared to a tamed mount, like worse obedience and stuff.

* The design of this monster is something I’m gonna enter into a kickstarter backer reward thing, so i probably won’t be able to still use it in other projects afterwards. But here’s the idea I had for that Sombul monster if it was in a game style like this! I was thinking it could be one of those sleeping on the map type monsters, but also it fights back with sleep magic when awakened. So it just puts you to sleep and then falls back asleep next to you XD There could probably be other monsters that evade you using other techniques instead of regular fighting. Various sorts of stunning or weakening your attacks, so they can run away while you’re distracted! But I think Somnul in particular would be super cute if it doesn’t even run away afterwards. Its just like the ultimate no-sell “NO FIGHTING” monster who you can only catch by befriending it. And even its no-sell just has it cuddle up to your sleepy self and take a nap too~ Probably its befriending technique would be to just sit down next to it and go to sleep on your own. I know i’d really wanna just lay around and watch the monsters frolicking in a game like this~ Weird ghostie friend admires your napping technique! It joined your party! Woo!

#blunni thoughts #i edited it to add some more ideas

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fx-amberscenarios · 7 years ago

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Amber Smut!

Hey guys, I dug through my docs and I found this old guy in there, I hope this can hold you off until my next post, enjoy!

Words: 1610

Genre: *WARNING* awful, dirty as hell smut

Amber x Reader

I am just a dumb little girl in gym. I hate how gym has to be continued through high school. I just try hard enough to get a passing grade with the least physical exertion as possible. There is one bonus to the class, well two. The class is last period so i don't have to rush to change since i drive home, and there's a girl i have a huge crush on in my class. As hard as i try not to embarrass myself, I messed up really badly today. We were playing basketball and it was my turn to go throw in front of the class. I can't throw anything let alone try to skillfully throw something in a certain area. I just gave up and threw it but of course it hit the backboard and bounced off of it. And flew off. And hit my crush. God i was so embarrassed, from hitting her and just failing in general. Thankfully i was the last one to go though and the period was finally over. I walked behind the crowd into the locker rooms. Everyone was changing quickly so they wouldn’t miss the bus. My crush, Amber didn't though, im pretty sure she drove a 67’ impala. Hot. I took my time changing regardless of feeling a stare from down the aisle. I didn't feel too bad because i usually eyed her too. Everyone but us had left now and i was folding my gym clothes for my locker. All of the embarrassment came back. I hit Amber with a fucking basketball and now im alone in the locker room with her. I hope she doesn’t beat me up. I finally got everything in order in my locker and i shut it. I turned to leave the locker room, car keys in my hand as I rammed straight into Amber. Fuck. “I-i-I’m sorry, I” I stuttered as she grabbed my wrists and shoved me into the lockers. There was a loud jingle as my keys fell to the floor. I knew i was about to get the shit beat out of me but there’s something about the way she grabbed me, i couldn't help but like how she were treating me. “God you’re so fucking innocent, probably think i’m going to fucking punch you for all the shit youve done to me” “wrong” “i’ve waited so fucking long just to get in here alone with you, I want to take your purity baby girl, i want to make you mine”

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips “oh so I do have myself a nice little slut don’t I?” she said into my ear, “i’m going to make you scream baby” I didn't know what to do I just stood there breathing heavily, wanting this more than anything. she let go of my arms. “Why don’t you show me that sexy ass of yours again princess, come to master” I obliged and decided that i was totally a kinky son of a bitch and i would try my hardest to call her master. I took off my shorts and flip flops and i unzipped my sweatshirt, revealing my bra. “Oh baby you must really want me i didn't even ask for your shirt yet.” she hummed in approval as she grabbed my waist and began to kiss up my neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. My moans echoed through the locker room as I dug my nails into her back. This is what I wanted. “I’ve been waiting so long to fucking take you baby girl, I want you to fucking ride me, i want to feel that tight little pussy of yours princess” at first i didn't know what to say, but then i thought about her fucking me with a strap on. “Y-yes, m-master” I whispered. “Ah fuck what was that baby girl?” “yes master,” i said. “‘Atta girl,” she growled at me before lifting me onto her while she shoved me into the lockers again. We made out for a long time, all of our built up frustration releasing. she started to tease me by just barely rubbing me through my underwear. I tingled with excitement as she touched me. I moaned into their ear as i clawed at their back for something, anything to hold onto as the euphoric feeling was just too much to handle. I began to pant, forcing myself closer and closer to her, rolling my hips, asking for more. “Fuck yes master please fucking give it to me already please,” I whimpered. “Mmm baby give me one good reason why i should. I mean other than the fact you’ve been teasing me for two semesters now,” I smirked lightly at that remark, I actually felt good about my body for once, even if it did have a few scars. “Because now I know that you want me, but i need you” “good answer angel” she said quickly as she starting kissing me again, reaching around behind me to unhook my bra and then stopping only for a moment to rip off my underwear. she backed up but stood there with their hands still on me. “Damn baby you look even better that i imagined” “now let’s see if you look as good riding me as i imagined” holy fuck she’ve imagined me riding her. Now im worried about if i’ll do well but oh my god I want this so badly, I need her. Thankfully there’s a little couch in the back of the locker room where people wait for the bathroom. she dragged me over there and laid down on the couch, patting their lap. “Come here baby girl show me what you’ve got, i know you can be a naughty girl” she said. My lips parted in shock. Fuck she are so fucking hot. I straddled her a little above the knees and started to unbutton and unzip their pants. “Atta girl baby” i reached into their boxers and felt the strap on, she must have been planning on this a lot. I pulled it through the slot in their boxers and then I didn't know what to do next. I looked up at her to see if i was doing the right thing. she had a small smirk on their face and she seemed relaxed. It calmed me down a bit. “I-i uh,” “no, don’t tell me you’re a virgin?!” she asked, surprised. “I-i am” “oh fuck baby girl i cant wait to take that away from you, just do whatever feels right, I know you have a little slut in there you’re waiting to show me,” “yes master” Their smile got bigger. I scooted down some more and took the dildo in my mouth. I had some idea of what i was supposed to do so i tried my best. I was sucking and licking up and down the length of the dildo and i looked up for approval. “Fuck baby I love seeing you suck my cock with that pretty little ass of yours in the air for me” I moaned, closing my eyes again and going back to work. “Whenever you think you’re wet enough princess, which you should be dripping for me by now” “yes master i am dripping wet for you” “mmm fuck baby girl come ride me” “yes master” i climbed up her and positioned myself above the dildo. I looked at her for reassurance and underneath all the lust, i could see a hint of love, and i know that she could be trusted with my virginity. “I-i will it...fit?” she laughed lightly. “Of course it will baby just go slow and take your time” I felt so relieved but still pressured at the same time. I took a deep breath to relax and i started to put the tip in. “oh fuck” I said. This was going to take me awhile, i’ve never even fingered myself before. I hissed lightly as I sank down lower and lower, finally taking the whole length in. I exhaled and looked at her again. “Damn baby that’s pretty good for your first time, you’re taking it like a champ” this made a small smile stretch across my face. At least i did something right so far. My smile was still confidently spread across my face. I relaxed myself a little bit and raised myself up again. I sat back down kind of forcefully, rolling my hips as I went. “Fuck yeah baby I knew you could do it, you’re so fucking hot,” I exhaled as I raised myself up again, this time going faster and faster. I rolled my hips up and down, opening my legs and taking it as deep as I could. I kept going as fast as i can, throwing my head back as my body was filled with an ecstasy i’d never felt before. I was so honored that I got to have my first time with someone so sweet but still so sexy. “I, I think im,” “fuck yes baby come for me i’ve waited so long for this please baby give it to me angel” “yes master fuck” I yelled, throwing my head back one more time, a loud moan ripping from my throat as i pulsed, giving everything i have to this girl. It was amazing. I sat still afterwards, breathing heavily, hands on their chest as i relaxed. After a few minutes I opened my eyes again and looked at her in the eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn't know....what i was doing” my voice drifted off as i looked away from her stare.

#amber #amberliu #ambersmut #fxamber #amberfx #f(x)#f(x) amber #f(x) amber smut #amber scenarios #amber fanfiction #amber x reader

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allthepandasintheworld · 8 years ago

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Well this is who I had in mind for a 10th class lmao As y'all can see I did a lot of erasing... I haven’t actually come up with a class icon yet, so have some empty circles for the time being

This boy here is called the transformer... Bc his wheelchair transforms dammit and bc he’s personally I guess a transformer

Name: The Transformer

Primary: Shotgun (and reskins)

Secondary: Pistol (and reskins) he’s sort of organized like the engineer: mostly emphasis on his melee and PDA slot

Melee: Computerized wheelchair (while selected, the computer screen on his lap opens up); in order to use abilities, this slot must be open. Note: taking damage will lower his speed, with 1%hp being 50% speed. % speed is directly proportional to the %hp left. Additional note: the Transformer cannot jump but can climb up objects such as stairs. Basically, as long as an area can be walked up, then the transformer can go there. If not, then the transformer cannot. This is to prevent the transformer from setting up in an unreasonable area. The transformer also cannot perform crouch, but can duck. Ducking does nothing really besides changing his hitbox. Also, he cannot be pushed airborne. He can, however, be pushed backwards and forwards very easily (bc yknow wheels).

PDA: Has 3 forms to “transform” into; Offense, Defense, and Support (default)

Form A: Offense

higher speed (think Spy speed)

‘charge’ (M2) ability (similar to Demo’s shields, but can hit multiple enemies at once and will not stop upon striking enemies). Has a charge meter that will slowly refill.

used to move around faster, mostly because the charge doesn’t do much damage--charge ability will apply to quick fix

Form B: Defense

slower speed (think soldier speed)

small hp boost (from 200 hp to 250 hp)

shield ability: takes 2 seconds to deploy a shield that can be placed on the ground (like a sentry) and lasts for 1 minute. The shield has a total hp of 500, meaning it will take 500 points of damage before breaking. Only one shield may be deployed at any time. Shields can be destroyed (M2) by the Transformer and sapped by a Spy, similar to the Engineer’s buildings.

Form C: Support

regular speed (think pyro or demo)

targeted “null” ability. Fires a device at a trajectory. If the device strikes a building, it will disable the building until removed by an Engineer or a Pyro. It will not destroy or damage the building. Has 1 clip size and must be reloaded before firing again. It has 5 ammo.

targeted anti-missile software: 20 ammo - controlled by player and destroys all incoming missiles in a small cone in front of the player (extends 1 meter in front of the player and covers basically what you can see on your screen... there’s some fancy geometry you can do to figure out the full thing but im not gonna do that rn lmao its 11:30 pm). Cannot be refilled by dispenser. Expends 5 ammo in the first second, and 1 ammo for each second afterwards. Don’t spam this shit, ok bc first off that’s not fair and second... that’s fucking busted as hell ok like demo/soldier are engie’s #1 worst enemy and transformer nullifies that damage unless suitably nerfed so that engies cant abuse the transformer’s abilities. Sorry, technicalities.

Random Facts I’ve Thought Of:

He’s actually trans, like he’s a trans boy. The ultimate transformer.

One of his cosmetics is the “bisexual haircut”.

One of his custom taunts will be him doing the little thworp thing with a fan and laughing (you know, like Katya bc I love fans and he’s getting this ok he’s getting it).

He’s ethnically Chinese, and born in America when his parents immigrated over to America (after the 1940s actually or something which lets to my next random fact...)

I have no idea how old he is, but I’ll put him somewhere around Scout’s age. In fact, he has to be either Scout’s age or younger due to... History.

Growing up, he was a victim to the Second Red Scare (the about a decade or so right after WWII ended that began the Cold War). He was crippled due to a xenophobic hate crime when he was fairly young, and has since dedicated much time to renovating his wheelchair (his melee weapon and the weapon that makes his class unique in TF2). Initially, he worked with cheap materials and with whatever he could find.

His older brother was the one who got him the materials to build his wheelchair with.

When Mann Co. hired him, the Transformer was initially hesitant until he realized that the money he earned working for Mann Co is far more than anything he could hope for as a young Chinese American working in the 1960s.

Of all the teammates he’s with, he gets along with Engie the best. Engie acts like a father figure to him.

He and Scout probably spend time together, simply due to their age similarity, but Scout usually has little patience for Transformer, leading to Transformer creating the “Offense” portion of his kit.

He likes Heavy too, partially because Heavy understands what it’s like to be a foreigner in a country that doesn’t want him there. Or maybe he doesn’t. The Transformer doesn’t care because the Heavy is more calm than anyone else at the base and definitely the most trustworthy. He’s willing to talk about guns if that’s what’s necessary. Besides, he’s getting part of his literature education from Heavy, because this boy is determined to get a good education.

He tires easily due to spending most of his time in a wheelchair. Medic has offered some... Questionable solutions, to which the Transformer has refused.

Engie has probably also offered to make him prosthetic legs, but he also refused that. He would rather just use the wheelchair he built.

Anyways i’ll stop before this gets too stinkin’ long, kudos to whoever made it this far

#tf2 oc #tf2 #tf2 10th class #//also his original design was just for MvM but i got carried away #//i actually really like him idk #//well ok ill probably change my mind like literally tomorrow but still #//i like him #//he's at least semi-believable but ill have to tweak his backstory a little

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I broke the contract: how Hannah Gadsby’s trauma transformed comedy

In her show Nanette, the Australian standup speaks out about homophobic and sexual violence the set is now a Netflix sensation. She opens up about shame, rage, her autism diagnosis and the meaning of Louis CK

During the live run of Hannah Gadsbys standup show, Nanette, she found herself sleeping 15 hours a night, then taking naps during the day. I got bronchitis in London, she says. A tooth wrenched out in Edinburgh. Then I got carbon monoxide poisoning from the flat in New York. I was Googling neurological disorders, I had the tremors and my speech was slurring. I kept telling people I was really tired, texting them coffin emojis, and theyd say: Of course you are, this show is exhausting.

But she doesnt think you should really suffer for your art. Well, not any more. Im against that theory, she says firmly.

She performed Nanette for 18 months including a one-month stint in New York that turned into four and has now become accustomed to people expressing concern for her wellbeing.

We meet in a crowded Melbourne cafe, and when another journalist, early for her slot, walks by, she puts a gentle hand on Gadsbys shoulder, unbidden. Gadsby takes this in her stride. Ive had psychiatrists reach out to me, saying: You know, theres no precedent for what youre doing. Its been a strange old ride and I think its going to take a long time before I know what Ive done to myself.

Gadsby is keen to go incognito. The easiest way to spot her is that she is the only person in the cafe hiding their face with their hand. But anonymity may no longer be possible. Nanette went up on Netflix a month ago, and has since elicited thorough analysis in the New Yorker, the Atlantic, the Washington Post and Vanity Fair, while Lily Allen, Thandie Newton, Monica Lewinsky, Ellen Page and Roxane Gay have raved and/or wept about it on Twitter (in a tweet to Gadsby, Gay wrote: You moved me and have really made me think about humour, the self, self-deprecation and the uses of anger). Across Gadsbys social networks, the general public also gives effusive thanks. Nanette is not merely an hour of standup. Its a mass bloodletting.

Gadsby cant bring herself to look right now. In fact, she has asked her manager to mute any exciting offers. Im living somebody elses dream, she says. Now everyone wants a piece of the Gads.

Standup comedy relies, of course, on creating tension and release. In Nanette, Gadsby exposes and then destroys that formula. She reveals experiences of homophobic and sexual violence, which escalate throughout the set, until finally she is delivering them from a precipice of rage. This tension is yours, she tells the stunned Sydney Opera House audience. I am not helping you with it any more. You need to learn what this feels like.

I broke the contract and thats what made this work, she says. I betrayed peoples trust, and I did that really seriously, not just for effect.

Nanette debuted at the Melbourne International Comedy festival in 2017, the year of Australias same-sex marriage postal plebiscite, and during fierce debate around the Safe Schools programme designed to support LGBTQI students. Homophobia was making its way back into the public sphere; a clear, disturbing regression.

In the first third of Nanette, Gadsby deconstructs the autobiographical material she has aired over the years, including a tale about nearly getting beaten up at a bus stop, which gets the audience laughing gamely. In the second, she deconstructs comedy itself, and announces her intention to quit the circuit. To use self-deprecating humour when you are already deemed worthless, she suggests, is further humiliation. In the final third, she deconstructs misogyny, including her own internalised misogyny. She had never told the full story of the bus-stop incident, for example that the man had come back and beaten her up, that nobody had stopped him, and that she didnt go either to the police or the hospital afterwards, because she didnt think she was worth it. Gadsby desperately needed to hear stories like hers when she was younger, but instead had been complicit in silencing them. No more.

Gadsby grew up in small-town, bible-belt Tasmania. Homosexuality was a crime there until 1997, so she says jovially in her set the likes of her were supposed to pack up your Aids in a suitcase and fuck off to Mardi Gras. But the island state is also the butt of incest jokes from mainland Australia, so she felt instinctively protective of it. It is not the only time she has found that loyalty can be at the expense of the self; at the end of Nanette she reveals painfully, briefly, that she was sexually abused as a child and raped as a young woman, but doesnt go into details. How that silence within a show about breaking silence must sting.

Its this murky area where you know the people and it has repercussions for their families, she says, so I dont know how to put that out there in the world in a constructive and safe way for both me and all involved. We only have an existing narrative framework for a stranger doing violence to you.

The idea of stranger danger persists in the collective psyche, but we now know that sexual offences against children are the crimes least likely to involve strangers. Most children will be abused by opportunists in adult relationships: the married relatives, the family friends, the pillars of the community, the good blokes. A lot of people who have experienced trauma at the hands of people theyve trusted take responsibility, and that is whats toxic, Gadsby says. Its bullshit that as a kid Id care for a person that was abusing me, but you just do and thats the horrific thing.

Shame and rage are the twin forces behind Nanette, but rage, at least, has velocity. It is purposeful, powering her to the final third, whereas shame welds the feet to the ground. Gadsby considers this delineation. Shame has its place, she says. Shame is what you do to a kid to stop them running on the road. And then you take the shame away and immediately theyre back in the fold. You should never soak anybody in shame. Its the prolonged existence of shame that then flips out into destructive rage. We cant exist in that. Its like treacle.

Hannah Gadsby in her show Nanette. Photograph: Ben King/Netflix

One unexpected sanctuary during the run of the show when she was coughing up a furball of trauma night after night was the actor Emma Thompson, to whom she has become close. Thompson contacted her after seeing Nanette in Edinburgh, and Gadsby stayed with her during the London dates. Oh, were friends now; I think I can say that, Gadsby smiles. She described what I was doing as Promethean tearing my liver out every night. She didnt tell me to stop; she said: Youve got to keep doing it. I think that gave me permission to take more care of myself. Really, I just wanted to get to know her mum [the actor Phyllida Law]. I love Fifi.

More remote support has come from fellow comedians; many see Nanette as a game-changer (it was the joint winner of best show at last years Edinburgh fringe festival). Ive been a professional comic for 30 years, tweeted Kathy Griffin. Ive been studying comedy for even longer. I thought I had seen everything Kristen Schaal advised her followers there was nothing better and more important than Nanette. Writing for New York magazines Vulture blog, Sara Schaefer and Sabrina Jalees discussed How Nanette Will Change Standup.

The burden of talking about complex issues usually comes down to the most marginalised people. On the rare occasions that a white, heterosexual man steps up Louis CK pointing out, for example, that there is no greater threat to women than men they are hailed as heroes.

Its funny that it was during the process of doing this show that Louis CK came undone, Gadsby says. I was furious with the phenomenon of Louis CK before it even came out. I was aware of the rumours [of him masturbating in front of younger female comedians] but I wasnt in that world, so what can you do?

Louis CKs predilection for talking about masturbation in his sets became a metaphor in Gadsbys mind for the rudimentary question-answer setup of punchline jokes like rubbing one out and made her determined to pursue more sophisticated narratives. A joke is a wank, but a story is intimacy, she says.

Before getting into comedy, Gadsby drifted, taking a variety of jobs across different states, from planting trees to cinema projectionist surely the introverts dream vocation. At one point, she was homeless. It wasnt until she was in her late 20s, around 2006, that she tried her hand at comedy, and she credits the newfound creativity with saving her life. Comedy is great in that its accessible to someone like me, from a low socioeconomic background, struggling in life. The gatekeepers are a lot stronger in other art forms.

The darker side is that a comedy scene can harbour personalities that might be expunged from other professions. In Melbourne in June, a young female comedian, Eurydice Dixon, was murdered by a man who followed her home from the club where she had just performed. A week before our interview, a male comedian called Andy Nolch was charged with defacing the site where people had left floral tributes by painting a giant penis. The attention Dixons death had received, he said, was part of the medias anti-men agenda.

Hes obviously an unwell kid and theres a lot of that in comedy, says Gadsby. Its often young men trialling their philosophies on life, and weve got a generation of young men who believe that they are victimised, because theyve been promised the world. Thats a poisoned chalice, because now theres a gap between what the cultural narrative is and what their experience is. Looking back, I think its done me more good than harm to be promised absolutely nothing. I was always told I didnt matter to the world, but the world still matters to me. Thats why I havent responded to the more brutal aspects of my life with violence or bitterness.

Gadsby is happy to be back home in Ascot Vale, the neighbouring suburb to Moonee Ponds, made famous by Dame Edna Everage. She lives a stones throw from her brothers fruit-and-veg shop. Life is simple. There are her dogs and her Royal Enfield motorcycle, and she is a keen gardener. If a documentary crew were to follow me around, theyd probably think they were making a film about the saddest person in the world, Gadsby says, but Im throwing the best thought orgies.

Three years ago, she was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. Its clarified why the comedy lifestyle is so difficult for me, she says. Its a lot of noise and moving around. A child wails, as if on cue, and she flinches.

Gadsby explains that people with autism have an increased sensitivity to traumatisation due to their difficulty in communicating and regulating emotions. They are also more vulnerable to becoming victims in the first place. A Swedish study this year revealed that women who screened positive for autism are nearly three times more likely to have experienced sexual abuse.

When the Australian TV celebrity Don Burke was at the centre of #MeToo allegations last year, he blamed autism for his actions and Gadsby took aim on social media. If theres one thing that a spectrum brain is great at, it is identifying patterns, she wrote. So let me show you a fascinating pattern that I have noticed recently: Don Burke told us he had Aspergers under the very same circumstances that Kevin Spacey came out of the closet, which is exactly the same kind of moment that Harvey Weinstein reframed himself as sex addict, and when Louis CK chose to acknowledge his peculiar special needs clause.

Now, she points out that Nanette was built from her ability to see patterns. Having the framework of autism boils down to not looking out to the world to see how I should exist, but knowing I dont actually have to be social, knowing that it exhausts me and that I will get confused and look like an idiot, she says. Because I also know that I understand things a lot deeper than a lot of people.

Everyone wants to know whats next on the agenda for the Gads. Most immediately, she will be putting out her memoir, 10 Steps to Nanette, and it would surely be foolish not to capitalise on the rapturous interest in the US. Id never tried to crack the States because Im not a hustler, she says, with a modest smile. Or an arsehole.

Doubters may question Gadsbys declaration in Nanette that she is quitting comedy. More accurately, she is quitting comedy as she knew it. I thought doing this show would mean Id have to quit because the form was not enough for me any more, she says, but perhaps Ive tapped into something a lot of people have begun to think. Perhaps standup is something I do, but it doesnt have to be standup comedy.

Most pressing on her agenda is a beach holiday and a retreat back into privacy. Im 95% private, she says. But I really pack a lot into the 5% that is public.

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