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rosedom · 2 months

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I can't go off-anon because,,, sideblog ;^; but its aureramphibian hi hello non-anonymous because I'm YOUR problem now. Suffer :)

My brain is about 90% thoughts of Pretty Fictional Men and about 50% of the time, it's specifically either Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh, or Gaming and I feel like you would appreciate this Gaming thought, so,, here! Have! :D

im a huge sucker for secret relationships idk why but having a secret relationship with Gaming, not because either of you are embarrassed but like- it's still new, and he does NOT want to have to introduce you to his whole extended family because if one of his aunties saw y'all together and couldn't keep quiet about it- oof. He's already having nightmares about the amount of calls he'd get from relatives begging him to meet you if that were to happen. So to avoid that, he suggests you keep it secret for privacy :D And it works! But also sucks because he's so busy and his family likes to do the whole... surprise drop-in thing. So to avoid any Awkward Circumstances y'all are essentially restricted to your place. And this was literally all just background lead-up that doesn't really matter but ANYWAYS

Can you imagine him being so pent up, not because he hasn't seen you but because he HAS, he's seen you practically every day and it's killing him because it's always in public and you're both trying to be careful? He hasn't touched you in ages, he hasn't had you touch him in ages and it wears on him so much he actually turns down an extra job (something he NEVER does) to make sure he has time to go see you ;-; Sweet little lion ;-; (absolutely stealing that nickname for him from you unashamedly. you were right about it. If it ain't broke, don't fix it)

But god, he'd be accidentally teasing himself too!! Not even doing anything, just that it's been so long since he's seen you and he's So Goddamn Pent Up that he keeps thinking about you,,, your hands,,,,,, your body,,,,,,, how well you kiss him, touch him, fuck him,,,,,,,,, and he realizes he's not only almost to your house, but he's hard and achy, AND he's soaked through his boxers :( poor baby :(

When he finally makes it to your house you bet your sweet ass he's immediately kissing you, grabbing you, so much more uncoordinated than how he usually is that even without how he's literally whining into the kiss, you'd be able to tell he's needy. He just wants you so badly :(((( Wouldn't even care how, just needs you Right Fucking Now and however you want that to be he's already pliant and willing under your hands, slowly blinking at you with those beautiful eyes of his already hazy- Hell, he'd be happy if you shove your hand down his pants right here against the wall, fill him with your fingers and play with his cock, already sticky from having to walk all the way here in soaked boxers. Make sure you kiss him while you do, though, he'd be a little loud :( He really can't help it though! Poor baby's just missed you so much, finally having you all over him like this is turning his brain to mush :(

Anyways hope you enjoy >:] love u Rosey, mwah

I ENJOYED THIS SO MUCH !! i am so sorry for such a late reply omg ,,, i had been thinking about this so so much but never got down to actually thinking up a post LOL

literally anything tighnari cyno kaveh ga-ming i will readily eat up (and eat you out for) . . . pls spam me. i think this is one of if not the hottest imagine i have ever received.

so SEE, NORMALLY, secret relationships aren't my thing ,, but oh my fcking god, ur idea? i love u. i love u so much. "it doesn't really matter," u say, then drop the absolute best lore ever. kiss me.

THE TENSIONNNNN mmmm he's already so needy, even when it's not a secret dating scenario, so to be restricted like this . . . thank god his t-dick can't cause a noticeable boner through his already thick and draping pants, 'cos if so, he'd be absolutely fucked (wishing he got fucked fr) (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

the side glances in public, the sweet smiles you give each other in those short seconds where nobody is looking . . . it gives him butterflies, makes his skin burn where your hand will brush his in passing, but it's also not enough—not nearly enough !! poor baby, havin' to touch himself to the thought of you when you're right there. it's different like this than before you two dated 'cos then he didn't know he could have you; but like this, when you've already loved him, fucked him, claimed him, how is he supposed to live without it? and his own hand—clumsy, never as good as your own fingers or, god, your cock—can only go so far.

sweet baby, sweet little lion, all hard n' wet because of you . . . pls steal the nickname idec i love pet names !!!

he'd turn down the new mission, the possibility of that extra mora, saying to himself he just wants to spend time with you—not anything else, nothing indecent, nothing of the sort !—except he's halfway to your house, and here he is, achy between his thighs and halfway in a trance because thinking about you has him thinking about your body, has him thinking about your hands, your hands on him, in him, and his cunt is just so empty, now, weakly clenching around nothing as he's lost in a daydream about you.

the idea of ga-ming bumbling through liyue all quiet, all serious looking, when he's normally so bubbly, loud—i want to have the mind to wonder what the folks on the street would say, but i also just. don't care. this is about ga-ming ! not them !!

and then he's at your door, barely giving you the chance to welcome him in and greet him before he's on you, clutching desperately at any part of you that he can reach and kissing you all sloppy. he's so so needy, and so so wet, and he's parting from your lips to look up at you so docile yet so fucking aroused, eyes blown wide and hazy . . . :( he deserves your touch after so long starved of it.

he'd keep going in for kiss after kiss, and he'd be whining so prettily, soft and breathy and high in his throat. i love him so much. pls ,, all of this happening not even two steps from the door . . . he just needs you so bad !!

slipping your hand down his pants between kisses, during kisses, hearing his moans tumble out of him only to be swallowed up by you immediately . . . just the thought of how fucking soaked ga-ming would be is so mmmmm; your fingers would slip inside oh-so easily, his cunt fluttering and welcoming one, two, three fingers in as your palm is left to grind against his cock rjjfhfkr

and you're kissing him as you do it all, keeping him quiet and pinned tight between you and the wall. 'cos he'd be so desperate for you, but you're just as desperate for him <333

be my problem. please. pls. i love you. i love this. this was so (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪ !!!!!

#ㅤ✦【 INBOX 】#grgrgrgrrr i'm so . so . . . som. .. . . mmmmm #genshin thirst #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub gaming #gaming smut #gaming x reader #dom reader #gn reader #by god other people need to read your idea . it is so. sososom m m m mmmmmmmm #it broke me <3

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misserabella · 1 year

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come over.

+18 fem! reader

synopsis; strangely enough, your number one enemy since kindergarten and captain of the basketball club of your college calls you up one night begging you to come over to his dorm room. after knocking on his door, things will take a turn that you would have never expected.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

a/n: i don’t feel too confident about this shot, but i miss y’all and i need to get over my writer’s block. i hope it’s not as much as a disaster as i see it and that you all love it. （ ; ; ）

CW;; cursing, dirty talk, nipple play, bullying and fights, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

word count;; +5k!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You were having a really bad day. Not bad, horrible.

First of all, your alarm didn’t go off for some stupid reason and caused you to 1. getting late to school and 2. getting your teacher to lower your grade just because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates you. Second of all, you’d forgotten your lunch and your wallet, so you were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god your best friend Robin shared with you her sandwich or else you would be dead by now). And third of all…

“And what do we have here?”

Him.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your skin heating up and your insides turning with disgust and anger as you turned around to face the most annoying fucking person you’ve ever met.

“Give it back, Harrington.”

Steve Harrington, the name that would appear on your worst nightmares, the monster under your bed, the last person you’d ever want to live through the end of the world with... Your enmity had been going strong since kindergarten, when he had picked on you for your looks since day one just because. Then, he started to tell his friends and those around you to not go near you or else they’d catch lice. He needed to be on top of you all the time; if there was a race on P.E, he’d make you trip with his foot to get you on your knees and win (leaving you all bloody and injured), if there were presentations to be made in front of the whole class he’d crack up jokes to make everyone laugh at you, giving you quite the public anxiety and if you somewhat got to win him in anything (probably at grades) he’d go nuts and get so pissed that he’d make your life impossible for the next few months by trashing your locker, ‘accidentally’ throwing his drinks all over you, telling the teachers that he saw you cheating…

It only got worse when you found your best friend: Eddie Munson, who was too an outcast. You became inseparable, and since then you two were the ‘freaks’ to the whole high school just because you liked rock and metal songs.

He smirked, taking a look at the poster that you were just about to hang on your university’s ‘news wall’. It was Eddie’s, he was about to go on a tour and had asked you if it would be okay to hang some posters to let everyone know. Through the years, Corrored Coffin had gained fame and a lot of followers.

“The freak is going on a tour?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. “Disgusting. He really thinks he’s gonna become a superstar or some shit…”

You fisted your hands, your heart being squished under the nickname that your friend had had to grow up with just because he liked things the others didn’t.

“Don’t call him that.” you said, your eyes straight into his.

“ ‘Freak’?” he teased you, swaying away the poster when you tried and take it back. “What do you want me to call him then? I could call him a girl, because he surely isn’t a man with that hair of his and that stupid makeup he’s always wearing…” he though out loud, when he noticed your furious expression, he simply shrugged. “Just stating facts.” the people around you had gathered to listen to your bickering. It was a daily coincidence now, Harrington being always the one looking for trouble. Some of them laughed at his words… Jerks. Just like him.

“You know what, Harrington? Sure, call him whatever you want.” you said, ripping from his hands the poster. “But I assure you, that you’ll never be not an inch of a man that he is, if you are bright enough to know what I mean by that.” your eyes wondered to his crotch and that made the crowd burst out in laughter. You were filled with proudness when you noticed his jaw tightening and his body going stiff. You were no outcast now, you were popular to be honest, and everybody knew the two of you since Harrington was the basketball team captain and you the cheerleader team captain. It was hell on the games, each of you always fighting each other off. But your teammates had grown so accustomed to it that they just laughed at your little fights. “So go ahead and run your mouth, ‘cause I’m sure yours will never get to places his have never been.” you leaned in. “And hold your tongue, ‘cause Eddie knows how to use his really well.” you whispered inches away from his face, giving him a wink before stapling the poster to the board and leaving him behind with tightened fists and heated cheeks.

It was a big day for you and your team, and you didn’t have time for play dates.

—

“y/n!” your eyes shone when to your ears the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice ringed.

You turned around, with your pompoms in hand and high ponytail, your college’s cheerleader uniform shining due to the lights that lightened the whole basketball court.

“Eds!” you smiled, so bright that almost blinded, running and jumping on your friend’s arms, who easily caught you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “You made it!” you laughed as he twirled you around.

“Of course I made it, it’s your big night after all. Although I still don’t get this basketball and cheering thing…” he left a sweet peck on your cheek. “But look at you all dolled up! Is it for me?” he winked, leaning just the slightest in, enough for him to whisper on your ear.

You laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Of course Munson, you know I’m all yours.” you winked back, making him let out a quick laughter.

“I really need to put a ring on you, Mrs. Munson.” he pointed at you as the music that let the public know that the match was about to start started to play through the speakers and he backed off to the stairs to sit and leave you to your cheerleading.

“I’ll be waiting on it, Mr. Munson!” he sent you a flying kiss that only made you giggle and roll your eyes. You loved Eddie, he always found a way to make you laugh and that’s something that you truly appreciated. He was the only one that truly got you.

You turned around to call for your teammates, your smile fading as fast as your eyes bumped against those brown ones that you do well knew at this rate. Harrington looked at you with such a pissed expression… Water bottle tightly clutched in one of his hands, about to burst. He let it fall to the ground along with the towel that stood on his shoulders when his coach called out for him with his whistle, giving Eddie, who was on the first step on your back a death glare as he ran to the center of the court to shake hands with the other team captain.

What the…

“Girls come on!!” you called for the cheerleaders on your team as you still looked at the stiff body of your incarnated hell. What the fuck is wrong with him? “Assume positions!”

Not my problem.

You shrugged it off and started to cheer for your team along with the public that had come to watch the match, most of them students from both colleges. And through all of it, you tried and ignore the harsh eyes that bore holes on the back of your neck, even if your skin felt like being on fire.

…

It was late at night in your dorm room, Robin having left to stay at his girlfriend’s, Nancy, house since it was Friday. You were snacking on some candy and chips as you watch your favorite show, Teen Wolf along with Eddie, who had sneaked to your bedroom, laying in your bed fully covered and with your pjs on. After the game, which you sadly had lost, you had watched as a very infuriated Steve walked out of the court and the gym, not without giving you and Eddie, who was hugging you and congratulating you for your efforts regardless of the result of the match, a pretty harsh glare that clearly said ‘fuck you two.’

Jeez, you didn’t know what has gotten him so riled up that afternoon but you surely hoped for him to go and drown his sorrows somewhere as quietly as possible and leave you alone.

“Hell yeah!” you cheered to the power couple as they shared their first kiss, almost jumping and throwing all your chips around and on your best friend when Isaac and Allison finally shared their first kiss.

“Ugh. Really Allison?! I was expecting better from you.” the curly haired metal head gasped, acting hurt at the ‘betrayal’. He was team Scott. Which was obviously stupid since he now liked Kira.

“What are you talking about?! Scott has moved on, doesn’t she have the right to do so too?” Eddie gave you a side glance as in a ‘no’, but he quickly laughed when you hit your shoulder with a ‘hey!’.

Your attention was completely on the screen when your phone started buzzing on your side table. You took a new bite at your candy as you reached for it, still not focusing on it as you took. the call. It was probably Robin calling to check in.

“Hello?” you talked into the line, waiting for a few seconds for an answer that never came. You checked the screen, ‘Unknown number’ showing on its center. You furrowed your eyebrows “Hello? Who’s this?” Eddie paused the series and rose to sit up on your bed along with you, mouthing a ‘who’s it?’. You simply shrugged and mouthed back a ‘no idea’. The sudden appearance of a sharp and heavy breathing caught you off ward for a couple of seconds before you rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious?” you huffed, thinking it was a stupid phone call. “We're in college, how about we stop playing Scream and start being more matures?” you said, and just as you were about to hang up, a rather familiar voice croaked out:

“y/n."

You froze, your breath hitching as your brain tried to convince himself that you had heard right “Harrington?” you were in shock for a couple of seconds, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in utter disbelief. When the casual anger grew inside you with just the mention of his name appeared you snapped at him. “Do you know what hour it is… No. Why the fuck are you calling me in first place?” you rolled your eyes. For just a couple of hours that you were enjoying yourself with your best friend, of course he had to come and ruin it. He always does and always will.

He was silent for an instant before his voice breaks out in a whimper that makes your stomach flip.

“Please.”

“W…What?” your eyebrows were knitted together so hard it was painful. Eddie just hits you in the arm, silently asking you to tell him what’s going on. You just swatted his hand away and lift a finger to quiet him.

“Please.” he repeated.

“Are you drunk or something? You should-“ you started, but he was quick to cut you off.

“y/n…” that was something different. The way your name fell from his lips in such need, hunger… “Come over. Please come over. I need you so bad…”

“I-“

“y/n, what is it?” Eddie spoke up, and you could hear the tension from the other part of the line rise.

“Fuck. Is Munson there with you?” Harrington affirmed more than asked.

“y/n!” Eddie asked again.

“y/n.” but the voice of Harrington on the other line had you too out of focus. The way you could hear the begging on his tone, the need…

You didn’t know what had gotten over you, but you found yourself quick on your feet to grab your dorm keys.

“Wait for me.”

Eddie stood up as well and watch you hang up and made your way out of your room after putting on a pair of shoes.

“Where are you going?” Eddie inquired, completely and utterly lost. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I think there’s something wrong with Harrington. You can continue with the serie and use my bed, alright?” you quickly muttered, and when you caught him stepping closer and raising his hand to say something and find out whatever the hell was going on, you closed the door on his face.

You made your way over to the guy’s room wing, having been there before to parties and so. And before you knew it, you had knocked on his door. You didn’t have to wait a long time before he appeared on it’s threshold, his normally perfectly combed hair being a mess, shirtless and with only a pair of sweats on. He looked like a mess, with red cheeks, swollen bitten lips, glassed eyes and shaky breathing.

“Harrington, what the hell are you…” a scream almost got ripped out of you at the harsh yank that took place on your arm. Before you knew it you had been pulled inside and smashed against the now closed door of his room, his body towering over yours and his breath caressing your face.

Fuck. You’ve never been this close before.

“You’re driving me insane.” he said, one of his hands cupping your cheek, dark shiny eyes connecting with yours before they’d drift back to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me all day. Knowing that Munson got to touch you, taste you… Is killing me. And him being in your room? Having you in his arms? Thinking about him just touching you is… Fuck.” you chocked. You didn’t understand. Wasn’t he supposed to hate you? Despise you? Then why…? “I can’t stop imagining him kissing you, holding you…” his thumb pressed over your bottom lip, tugging on it, admiring. “You were supposed to pay attention to me. You were supposed to think about me.” your heart was thumping against your ribs, and you felt like dying when he harshly kissed you. It was fast, and angry. His tongue was quick to push inside your mouth, your teeth clashing and your body being pulled against him. You whimpered, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him closer. You’d never felt that way. How your whole body seemed to combust, the shaking of your limbs, the thumping of your heart…

But what was going on? ‘Pay attention to him’? ‘Think of him’? What was that supposed to mean? Did Harrington always treat you badly to get your attention? To get under your skin one way or another?

You were burning, so badly that he felt like snow.

“Fuck.” he muttered as he pulled away. “Been dreaming of doing that since the first time you yelled at me.” you whimpered when his warm hands took a harsh hold of your waist, pulling you against him close and tight enough for you to feel just how hard he already was on his sweats.

His mouth was back on yours, and your whole world was spinning. His hair on your hands, his gasps against your lips, his musky scent…

“Yeah, that’s right.” he muttered, a little smirk showing in his factions when he noticed your daze and unfocused eyes. “Focus on me. Just me.” he whispered on your ear before his lips latched to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You moaned, his hands sneaking inside your pj’s shirt and slowly making its way upwards, towards your chest.

“Fuck, Harrington.” you gasped when his warm hands took your tits, massaging them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he pressed a leg in between your legs, making your aching pussy brush against the lean muscle of his thigh.

“Steve.” he corrected. “It’s Steve for you, baby.”

“Steve.” you moaned when he pushed upwards with his leg, helping you ride it.

“That’s right. But you need to say it a little bit louder, hm? Need to let everybody know that it’s me who you are moaning for.” you whimpered at his words, his large hands leaving your chest to take your hips and pick you up to make his way to his king size bed.

You felt almost crushed against the duvet when he pinned you down to it underneath his weight. Almost, ‘cause right at that exact moment, you just wished he could be closer, he could be harsher, smush you against the bed and fuck you senseless ‘till you are nothing more than a babbling mess.

“That’s right.” he smirked when you pulled him closer, choked when his hands where once again pulling your top up slowly. “Fuck. You drive me insane.” he muttered when your chest was fully uncovered. “Fucking beautiful.” you moaned when his mouth left wet kisses on your chest. His tongue circled your nipples as one of his hands made its way to the seam of your pajama pants and panties, which stood completely soaked in arousal.

“Steve.” you cried out when his fingers caressed you from over the lace of your underwear, chuckling at the wetness of them.

“You are so wet for me already, such a good girl…” you almost whimpered, your cheeks blushing at the praise, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “You liked that, hm? Like to be my good little girl?” you nodded, your legs shaking when he finally pushed down your underwear and pjs to touch you. You gasped when his rough and thick fingers pressed against your core, sliding through your folds, pooled in your arousal. “So fucking wet.” he cursed as he circled your clit, making you moan. His touch was electrifying. “Is all of this for me?” you once again nodded. “I need to hear your pretty voice. Speak up for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes… It’s all for you.” you managed to sputter out.

“Mmh…” he hummed happily with the answer, smirking when you let out a loud moan as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, instantly hitting that spongy spot that could make you come over and over again. “Then I guess that if it’s all for me… I could have a taste. Isn’t that right?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you suddenly felt his tongue around your clit at the same time as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, slowly enough to have you gripping at his hair and bucking your hips in search of more.

He complied, starting to eat you out like a man starved. And he kind of was, having been craving you for years and years… He craved you, needed you so badly that his composure had plummeted once you’ve told him that Munson had touched you, kissed you, tasted you first… He wanted you. Wanted you to be solely and completely his.

“Ah, Steve, shit…” you were so sensitive. More than usually. Was it because Steve was too good at eating you out or because it was Steve who was eating you out?

“Louder, baby. I need you to be louder for me.” he said before going back to you, his tongue lapping up at your juices and adding another finger. Their thickness made you cry out his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. You just hoped that there was no teacher doing the check-ins that night or you’d be screwed.

“Steve, I’m… I’m gonna…” your grip tightened on his hair.

“You’re gonna come? Gonna come on my face, hm?” he curved his fingers upwards, relentlessly hitting your g spot over and over again, pulling you closer to your orgasm. “Go ahead, come for me. Let me have it.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. With his tongue back circling your clit, you moaned as you came, harsh, on his tongue, him helping you to extend you climax by thrusting in and out his fingers whilst lapping at your release, drinking everything you had to offer in between moans and hums.

When he let go of you, licking his two fingers clean, you where a flustered mess; with your hair sticking everywhere, red cheeks, swollen lips and glossy eyes. And he wasn’t that different from you, with his chin and red puffy lips shiny with your juices, his cheeks were flushed and his hair a beautiful mess that you had created in between tugs and caresses. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t help dragging him towards you to taste yourself off of his lips, one of your hands finding his aching and swollen cock, that pushed against his sweats in need of release. He groaned in your mouth, pulling from your hair to part ways.

“Steve…” you cried out, your eyes half-lidded with need, your pussy aching for him, for something to fill you to the brim, to stretch you out, break you.

“What is it, hm?” oh but he already knew… “Haven’t you had enough already? I gave you my fingers and my mouth, is that not enough for you? What a needy slut…” you moaned at his harsh tone and degradation, the contrast with the recent praise making your skin burn and your body cry for him. You needed him so badly… So much that you swore you could die. “Want me to fuck you, hm? Want me to make you cum all over my cock? Have you all brainless as I use you? Pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes please Steve, please, I want it.”

“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under his touch and whimpering when he gave your thigh a harsh slap. “Can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“Yes.” you cried out, loving how harsh he was treating you, loving the idea that he would use you just for his pleasure.

“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you.” another spank.

“Please Steve, I want you to make me cum all over your cock, please, please, please… I need it. I need you.” tears swelled in your eyes as you stuttered.

“Good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” he said with a smirk, quickly shoving his sweats and underwear down his thighs to discard them aside. You almost choked at his size. You couldn’t take that.

Steve’s dick was huge. So thick and large that you knew that he’d tear you apart, stretch you out so good that would leave you sobbing and drooling against his pillow as he fucked into you over and over again.

“Gonna let me fuck you raw? Let me cum inside and fill you up?” he inquired, and you just nodded, too focused on the pink of his head beaded in pre-cum, on the veins of its sides and the brown curls at its pretty base.

“Yes, please, Steve, I want your cum.” you pleaded, and he groaned, once again pinning you underneath him and kissing you feverishly. You parted your legs for him to position himself in between them. You gasped on his mouth when you felt his head play with your cunt, slowly dragging himself up and down in between your slicked folds to lube himself up, teasing you at your entrance, pushing just the slightest against it. You were so fucking wet… More than you had ever been before.

Your nails found his back as he finally, after hearing your pleads and begging, aligned himself and started to push the tip of his cock inside, leaving you breathless at the stretch.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” he hushed you as you whimpered with every inch. “You are gonna do good for me, isn't that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, right?” you nodded, sinking your nails deeper in his skin, deep enough to make him bleed. But Steve didn’t care, ‘cause he was finally making you his, and you were so goddamn tight he was losing his mind.

You were crying of pleasure and due to the overwhelming sensation of his huge cock when he finally had settled himself fully inside, his tip reaching places you’d never dreamed of, his girth stretching your walls so good it was almost painful. Almost.

"Fuck. Look at you. Already crying and I haven't begun to fuck you yet.” you moaned when he started to slowly fuck into you, so deep that you were going crazy. You needed more, so much more. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“More. Please Steve, more.” you called out for him, your whimpers filling the room more and more as he started to move faster and faster.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking take it.” he groaned, lost on how good you felt. He never wanted to leave. Never wanted to stop feeling you this close. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned, your eyes turning white at the pleasure. This was like nothing you had experienced before.

“Tell me, did Munson fucked you this good, huh?” he asked, taking your cheeks with his right hand as he rolled your clit with his left to make you look at him. “Did he make you drool? Made you cry?”

You shook your head, but he wasn’t happy with that.

“Say it. Say that no one’s has fucked you like me. Say it, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“No one has ever… ever fucked me like you.” you somehow achieved to say in between moans and gasps.

“That’s right. Look at you, your pussy is taking me so good… Sucking me in as if you don’t want me to leave.”

Suddenly you were in all fours, your chest against the mattress as he pounded inside of you harder and harder, so hard that you could feel him in your cervix, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried out, drooling on his pillow, tears spilling due to how good he was making you feel.

His hands found your hips, pulling you against his hips with every hard thrust, leaving you breathless.

You were a babbling and moaning mess, incapable to form any words, even his name.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even speak.” he said, and moaned when you clenched around him. “Such a slut.” you whimpered when he gave you a harsh slap on your ass, his eyes focusing on how his dick disappeared in and out of your pussy, which now seemed to be molding around him and just him.

“Steve…” you dragged the ‘s’ as he sped up, fucking you brainless, calling his name over and over again.

He could feel the way you started to clench around him. The wet noises of your juices and his thrusts filled the room with your high pitched moans. You were close. So fucking close…

“Steve, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” your voice was so fucked up due to your screams that you swore you’d have a sore throat tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

“That’s alright sweetheart. Why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? Let me see you fall apart.” and you did. You came so hard you saw stars, your ears ringing as you squirted all over his bed sheets. “Fuck, good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” he groaned at the sight and the feeling of your cunt gushing around his whole cock. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck you so full of me I’d have you dripping for a week.”

“Yes, please… please, please, Steve…please.” you babbled as you came over and over again, throwing him over the edge with a ‘fuck’ and moaning when you felt him spill inside you, painting your walls in white.

And maybe and just maybe, you stopped hating Steve that much from now on.

‘Cause we all know what they say… From hatred to love there is only one step.

a/n;

i hoped y’all liked this college stevie!! love you!!!!

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Nny "I WANT you to start college and a career and go on fun dates. I WANT you to move on; surround yourself with real friends and a loving family for once--

You'll forget I ever existed and it will be the best thing to ever happen to you."

Squee "NO! I would NEVER do that to you."

Nny "You wouldn't?"

Squee "NO.

I do want to grow up and do all that stuff, but I want you to still be around through all of it."

Nny *sniff* "You really don’t."

Squee "Yes I do. You want to know how I'm afraid it's all gonna go down? One night, I look out my window and a whole squad of cops are dragging you out of your house in handcuffs--

The last time I see you is in a court room. And, I'm sorry, but I never say one goddamn word in your defense."

Nny "I wouldn’t expect you to."

Squee "You're sentenced to rot in solitary for however many lifetimes, but long before that, you somehow manage to carve a bunch of other inmates or prison guards into chunks with a broken plastic spoon or a shank you craft from a leftover steak bone--

Then they strap you to a table and stick a needle in your arm. That's how you die alone."

Nny *lighthearted laughter* "Wow... Fret not, Squee. Maybe I can’t escape the horrors, but I'm a pro at escaping the cops, ok? There will be no arrest. I will have slaughtered half the squad and the remaining officers will have shot me dead before they can stuff me in a cop car. On a bad night."

Squee "Either way the best friend I ever made is ripped out of my life forever. I won't be able to recover from that."

Nny "Jesus, you really worry about all that stuff?"

Squee "I worry about everything, all the time, in general but, yeah, that's like, in the top 5."

Nny "You worry about me?"

Squee "Yeah. A LOT."

Nny "You consider me your friend?"

Squee "Y-yeah... I'm your friend too. I don't want bad things to happen to you. I don't want to see you in pain... Maybe this is my dumb wishful kid brain talking, but I believe things can get better. It may take a shit ton of hardship and every step of the way will SUCK, but things can get better. They HAVE to or things will get worse...

I will help you any way I can for as long as I can, I PROMISE, but you Have to meet me halfway. You HAVE to STOP doing crazy shit like this!! I'm sorry-- I'm not trying to shame you or judge you or guilt you, I just--"

-bloop of an ended call--

Squee "Damn it."

"Excuse me?--"

[Previous page

... I have nothing to say for myself.]

#jthm #nny #squee #nny's looper #au #long post is long

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juniminabloom · 1 year

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Hello! I hope im not asking too much but may I request a nsfw alphabet for Nightmare King Grimm? This is my first time requesting from you, so I hope It’s not too much!

A/N: I'm so sorry that it's late!! I lost so much motivation for a while and now I'm back! And thank you so much for requestiing!! here are no limits and inbox is ALWAYS open!

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Nightmare King Grimm- NSFW Alphabet

A: Aftercare

-This B I T C H-

-Goes away to Idk, smoke? But they just start doing their own thing

-They're at least nice enough to make sure you're okay and comfortable

-7/10

B: Body Count

-Has had questions and has wanted to try it out before, but his other half usually gets all the attention so he can't help but wonder

(That was before he met you)

-Never kissed another either

C: Cum

-Wherever he feels like 👍

-But he loves seeing your cheeks fill up with his essence (He's a freak for that)

-Otherwise on your chest

D: Dirty Secret

-Likes to watch you bathe or shower, especially when you wash your hair. It gives him a nice view of your figure

-Yippee

E: Experience

-None (well before he met you)

-So low that he has had trouble jacking off before (not anymore)

-Poor guy

-Only because his other half gets all the attention

F: Favorite Position

-Enjoys you giving him oral (a lot) so mostly a position where that can happen

-But otherwise, against the wall- doesn't matter which way you're facing

G: Goofy

-"Haha okay 👍"

-He has no patience or time for fooling around- it's just water under the bridge Ig

H: Hair (And Horns)

-Is okay when you touch his horns, but it doesn't bring him nearly enough pleasure unlike his other half

Same as his other half:

-Will grip and pull your hair (unless you don’t want him to)

-Loves your hair

-Hair down there? He is a bug. He has fucking none. Hair down there on you? Couldn’t give a shit.

I: Intimacy

-Occasionally romantic

-But it's really when he wants it (I mean, damn-)

-He'll take you and (sort of) make the mood however he is feeling: like passionate, rough, loving, etc etc.

-But he of course still loves you <3

J: Jack Off

-ABSOLUTELY jacks off

-Mostly quiet

-But sometimes, just to tease you, he'll be extra loud

-🤗

K: Kink(s)

-(Man is a total dom [yeah come after me])

-BDSM (Giving)

-Choking (Giving)

-Dirty talk (Giving and receiving)

-Degradation (Giving)

-Master/Slave (Giving [He’s the master, so you’d be the slave Idk how to explain it well])

-Spanking (Giving, and not painfully)

-Overstimulation (Giving)

-Voyeurism & Exhibitionism (Giving and receiving are both kinda different but he’d do both)

L: Location

-In his bedroom istg

-But usually somewhere private where he could enjoy you all to himself

-Yayyy privacyyy

M: Motivation

-Hmm;

-"Bedtime"

"Type one or type two"

"It's 2 PM type two"

(Nah man he'll mostly do it in the night)

N: NO

Just like his other half,

-He won’t ever do knife or electric play

-And is not into any pregnancy (man already has a damn kid)

-And he won’t do anything that will physically hurt you (I mean he’ll choke you and shiz but he’ll give you air when you need it. Same with spanking)

O: Oral

-Will give you oral every now and then

-But this fucker LOVES when you give it to him

-He'll be so vocal about it too

P: Piercing

-Uh

-No

-🥳

Q: Quickie

-For oral only

-(I'm telling you he'd love it)

R: Risk

-Has a usual thing, stays with it too

-Doesn't really like change so oh well

-And will refuse to do anything that will physically harm you (Go back to N for choking and spanking)

S: Stamina

-He is the goddamn Nightmare King

-He’ll go on and on and on until you can’t anymore

-When you're dead tired, he isn't the best at jacking off (yet), so he'll just sit there bored, maybe playing with a tiny flame or something

T: Toy

Just like his other half,

-Understands if you’re in the mood for a toy

-But will sit there and watch you (unless you beg for him to leave. Then he’ll listen at the door.)

-He much prefers fucking you instead of you using a toy but is entirely okay with it

-As long as you're happy bbg

U: Unfair

-Is gonna choke you

-Is gonna degrade you

-Is gonna make you that gosh-diddly-damn cock slave of his (sorry)

-So he’s gonna be unfair

-But every now and then he’ll play nice

V: Volume

-Mid? I mean he isn't quiet but he isn't super loud

-Of course, he groans and pants too but that doesn't count

-Much prefers hearing you though

W: Wild Card

-Would fuck you in the shower

-With him behind yo

-But rarely

-Enough said

X: X-Ray

-Uhh

-I'd say good

-Not like a King-Kong hookah dick or something

-But a good hearty size

-I have no clue what kind of manhood he has so I will leave that to you and everyone else

Y: Yearning

-yes

-🤠

Z: Zzz

-Go back to S for some

-Is never the first one asleep

-Big spoon ofc but sometimes likes to be the little spoon (gotta be held every now and then amr)

#hollow knight #hollow knight x reader #hollow knight grimm #nightmare king grimm #nightmare king grimm x reader #alphabet #grimm #grimm x reader

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CW: DEATH BATTLE SPOILERS, FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES SPOILERS AND SEMI-SPOILERS FOR BERSERK.

For people who don’t know me, I’m a loser who absolutely loves Three Houses and Berserk. I'm going to take time to talk about Dimitri VS Guts, because holy fucking shit I love this Death Battle so goddamn much. I was going to make a prediction blog for this fight but didn’t really see the point as Dimitri stomps being brutally honest.

I want to talk about Guts VS Nightmare first before talking about Guts VS Dimitri, as this is the only time I'm probably ever going to mention it: I genuinely dislike the episode.

When it originally came out, how they portrayed Guts wasn’t right at all; the thing I find

genuinely annoying is how is how after that Death Battle was released, people formed this thought that Guts was this Doom Guy/Doom Slayer-type character who slaughters demons for nothing more than sheer hate, which is true… at least at first. But then later on, Guts became-

much more than that due to his hate making him do nothing more than just become a hollow shell who fights only for his selfish desires to fight Griffith and protect Casca, even letting people into his life again and becoming friends with other people.

The story of Berserk went from being about an angry nihilist who fights just to fight, into a story about broken people helping each other in any way they can. So what did Death Battle do for Guts VS Nightmare? Make him just his angry, nihilistic self and not mention how he has changed.

There was also some research-related stuff that had issues, but to be blunt I don’t personally care about if either Guts or Nightmare should have won. If you want the truth of how I feel, Nightmare is so much stronger that the argument of “Guts beats people stronger than him everyday” isn’t really a good argument - not when unlike everyone Guts has ever fought, he's thousands of times stronger than the strongest person Guts defeated.

But that’s the main reasoning on why I don’t personally like Guts VS Nightmare - despite thinking it was okay animation-wise.

Now let's talk Dimitri VS Guts… well kind of.

I wanted to talk about my attraction towards this matchup; as mentioned before, I love both Fire Emblem and Berserk.

Starting with Dimitri: I got into Fire Emblem around the time the GBA games came out, and while I did fall off the games, I got back into them when Awakening was released.

With Berserk, I got into the manga around middle school after I was talking to a friend that I absolutely loved Hellsing and Black Lagoon. To be blunt I didn’t like Berserk at first because I disliked Guts until the time he changed, and to me changed for the absolute best. (I still wouldn't recommend Berserk tho cause....yeah)

Dimitri himself is a character that I absolutely fell in love with, from his story of mental health problems to his desire to change after the events of the timeskip as the redemption arc of sorts

happens. I’ve been wanting to do a "Who’s My Personal Favorite Characters of All Time" list, but I haven’t found any personal time to do so.

Now onto the actual episode with the analysis of Guts- this time, the episode did Guts legitimate justice as a character, as he is treated to much more than his past. With Dimitri, it also did pretty well as there’s not really anything I personally disagree with.

I know there were some people who took issue with the analysis, starting with the fact Dimitri was stated to have magic; however, they also were factoring in Three Hopes, which in that game he was able to use magic. To briefly touch on the animation, I can understand the issue of Dimitri stomping should have ended the fight with the lightning attack shutting down Guts’ armor, though I dislike that possible ending and you'll see why when I get to the actual ending.

Next, let's talk about those who disagree with the Rhea thing- you need to realize something with Death Battle as it's clear you guys don’t do VS Debating stuff: scaling is important, and Dimitri should get the scaling considering Edelgard and Byleth did kill Rhea in Edelgard's route.

There's also the fact that Dimitri kills Edelgard in his route, and also fights a powered-up version of her anyways. Scaling matters in these match-ups.

But onto the animation itself: I absolutely loved it - the back and forth with them becoming more bloodied and hurt, but neither caring due to how they fight. I especially loved the "voices in their heads" scene before Dimitri and Guts power up again. Plus, holy fuck the music is so good,

Brandon Yates did an amazing job with God's Hand.

Now the ending: if the voices scene didn't happen, this would be my favorite part. Dimitri thinks Guts is dead, then all of a sudden he gets up and breaks his lance, but ends up dying because he fought until every drop of his blood was gone. I also love the touch that the Berserker Armor is the reason why he is still standing despite dying. Dimitri realizes Guts fights for those who lost their lives too, and then decides to fight for Guts. Holy fucking shit man, this may be one of my favorite Death Battles of all time.

Closing thoughts, I absolutely loved this episode of DB and the team did an amazing job with it.

#death battle #fire emblem #fire emblem 3 houses #berserk

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gimme all the multiples of 3!!

HIIII LIV!!! <3333 thank you for indulging me akjdfhdfkdg

3. most recent horror movie you watched and loved

can i have two? because i really liked get out but before that i watched martyrs and LOVED. IT. like holy shit. it's not for everyone but DAMN. i love when horror movies are actual cinematic masterpieces

6. a horror movie you liked but wouldnt recommend to most people

see my above answer...martyrs is really really good but like. HEAVY. and it gets kinda gross at the end, too. definitely not for the faint of heart. i think most of the saw movies also fall under the "wouldn't recommend to most people" umbrella on account of. you know. the nasties.

9. a horror movie that you turned off before it was fully over

i actually don't think i've ever done this either?? i haven't really met a film i couldn't get through. even one as bad as...

12. a horror movie that stuck with you for weeks after you watched it

...a serbian film. no, it hasn't been weeks since i saw it, but jesus christ, it's definitely sticking with me. i actually kind of liked what it was going for at first so i let my fucking guard down. and then. well. if you know, you know. no, not even that part, i handled that. the OTHER part. jesus fucking christ. even if i met someone exactly like me who i knew craved the same mental self destruction as me, i would not recommend that goddamn movie. it's just. i can't.

15. a horror movie/horror movies you wish you had in your collection

i don't really have a collection...but if i did, i'd want mama (the del toro movie) in it for sure. that one's a huge, HUGE favorite of mine, and one i have a giant soft spot for. del toro is an absolute genius, you cannot change my mind

18. a decade you want to watch more horror movies from

ummm...all of them? 😭 i really haven't seen an adequate number of horror movies from ANY decade, nor do i know the years of release for anything, which doesn't help. my sense of time is just nonexistent

21. a horror movie you like that a lot of people dislike

SAW 3D!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE IS TOO MEAN TO MY BEST FRIEND SAW 3D!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S CAMP, OKAY, IT'S NOT MEANT FOR THE STRAIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

24. a horror movie that you love to/would love to watch with other people to see their reactions/etc

any saw movie, really. i made my dear friend wil watch the original one with me and it was great, i'd do it again 😂

27. an upcoming horror movie youre looking forward to watching

well you already know the answer to this one. but for everyone else out there, liv and i are gonna go see the watchers while i'm visiting them for our spn con (!!!!!!) and i am very excited for it :3

30. favorite 80s horror movie

cannibal holocaust. JUST KIDDING CAN YOU IMAGINE. actually this is an insane thing to say but i don't think i've seen a single 80s horror movie that i actually genuinely enjoyed. like i haven't seen that many of them but the ones i have seen, i haven't really loved. like the original nightmare on elm street. wow this is my most embarrassing answer for sure, i'm ashamed JKDFNKSJHDKSJD

#I'M SORRY #I'M A TERRIBLE HORROR MOVIE FAN #FAKE FAN #POSEUR #keithposting #ask game #;

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embercottage · 3 months

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In The Void

Sneak Peek Into Chapter 1, Isabella's POV. Dark Content A Head.

February 8th 2045, 8:45 am.

The weather was cold as usual. Clouds covering the sky. It was quite besides some growling in the distance. I knew I’d probably have to go kill it later but I don’t want to right now. I want to enjoy the 5 minutes of peace before I go out in the horror story that is the world right now. My eyes dully stared up at the ceiling of the rotting house. Our ‘safe house’ is what Emerald calls it. It’s not very safe if someone has to defend the door 24/7 in my opinion. It’s crowded here when everyone is in. It was nice to be alone. No one is bugging me to help them. Clean their wounds. I don’t mind helping them but sometimes I just need alone time. As much as I can get. No one knows we exist. Everyone thinks we’re dead. I can’t blame them, I’d think we’d be dead too. I’m shocked we’ve lived this long. We’re all shocked. We shouldn’t be alive, we should be one of those things or dead. We’ve lost everyone we’ve ever loved. We watched them turn into monsters. Flesh tearing monsters. We have no connection to the outside world, only this small area where we are. How could we escape? A boat would be our best option but we have no idea where we would even get one. We can’t go anywhere near the ocean or near the docks. It’s the monsters ‘safe place’. We can’t risk going there, we barely survive when they come here. We have weapons for Christ's sake yet we are dying off one by one. I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t live with myself anymore, I’ve let people-

“Bella?” Ella’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared at her. Her raggy blonde hair. Her blue eyes are still filled with innocence. If only she knew what was out there.

“Yes El?” I respond back trying my best to look somewhat happy for her. I didn’t want her to feel bad. I know it’s wrong to hide the truth from her but she’s 8, she doesn’t deserve to live in a world like this. She doesn’t deserve to have her childhood stripped from her in this twisted game of survival. She doesn’t deserve to live in a world were it’s kill or get killed.

“Do you think Beck will ever come back?” She asks. Of course I didn’t. She left 1 month ago. She’s either dead or one of the monsters. She went to get supplies. She shouldn’t have gone alone but she was to goddamn studdorn to let us go with her. Atleast one of us. We knew she didn’t have the skills to fight off even one of those things. She told us we were selfish for thinking she needed our help. Now look where that has gotten her.

“Maybe hun” I respond after a couple of minutes. Ella smiled at me. So innocent. So.. naive. She shouldn’t stay naive. I need to tell her. I shouldn’t shelter her from this nightmare. She needs to know the truth. You can't blame me for wanting to shelter her. I'm her older sister, her mother in a way. I want, need, to protect her. I’d die before I let her turn into one of those monsters. I can't fail her. I made a promise to my father on his deathbed and I refuse to break it. Ella walked out of the cabin door and started talking to Nali. I sighed and laid my head back down on the pillow. I wish I didn't live in this world. I, Ella, and my love could be happy together. Somewhere that wasn't here….

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I Can Take It From Anyone, But Not You | Donald Pierce x m!reader

@areyouwaiting asked: Okay, what about a Donald Pierce x male reader who’s a mutant? Donald has a soft spot for the reader but the reader is scared, for obvious reasons. With the prompt “You do know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?” :>

summary: Donald isn't exactly a good guy, he does bad shit and he doesn't care, but there's always an exception to these kinds of things. Even if that exception is shit scared of him.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence, smoking

Sometimes, Donald would scare you, although he never meant to; his job was to head security for dealing with mutants, ones created in a lab in order to try and control them. Even if, back home, he had himself a boyfriend who was a mutant, you were so fucking scared sometimes; when you heard whispers of what they were doing to those poor kids, of what they were doing to mutants who were born, you would be haunted by nightmares and thoughts that brought you to your knees. You had been one of the last mutants born, you weren't sure how you had managed to last this long, knowing that mutants were being killed off if they couldn't be controlled. You couldn't. You could never be controlled, even if you did hide your ability to communicate with animals, you couldn't be controlled.

Donald could scare you, even if you knew that he would never lay a hand on you without your consent, he could scare you; he would accidentally slam the door and you would go wide eyed and quiet and force yourself into a corner. Even if you knew damn well that he would never hurt you. But you never told him that it was him who was scaring you, you only ever said that the noise caught you off guard, or that you had thought someone was going to come after you; you didn't want to lie to him, but you didn't want your boyfriend to think that you would ever think he could hurt you. If there was anyone in the world who he would never, not even if a gun was against his skull, never hurt - it was you. You were the only one. An exception.

Still, as you sat out on the patio, you couldn't help but to flinch when you heard him come through, his footsteps heavy as he grumbled and chucked his stuff aside before sitting down beside you.

"Goddamn little fuckers."

You glanced at him for a split second, then turned your gaze to the patio slabs as you nodded. "Bad day?"

"And then some," Donald grumbled, leaning back and stretching his legs out. But then he noticed that you weren't trying to get against his side, and he frowned. "What's wrong with you?"

You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck and swallowing thickly. "I, uh... y'know, when you come home, sometimes... it sounds stupid, but sometimes, I'm scared."

He furrowed his brows, moving to sit between your legs, his hands either side of your hips as he tilted his head to the side and sighed. "Why? It's only me, baby, y'know me."

"Yeah, I do, but..." you shrugged. Hoping he wouldn't be angry at what you were about to say. "I also know what you do at work and it..."

He nodded, daring to move forward enough to press his forehead against your throat, closing his eyes as he frowned a little but did his best to hide it from you. "You do know I'd never hurt you, don't you? You ain't in any trouble, by the way, I know you think I'm fuckin' angry at ya, but I really ain't. You don't gotta be scared o' me."

You nodded, somehow his words weighed heavily enough on your shoulders that you didn't feel like you had to be scared anymore; that's all you needed, really, was just reassurance that he would never treat you the way he treated others. That he would never hurt you, not even for a paycheck that could buy him the entire world on a stick. All you needed to hear was that he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Promise?"

Donald pulled back, daring to steal a kiss as he nodded. "I promise. You're my boyfriend, for fuck's sake, y'really think I'm gonna let anythin' happen to you?"

You shook your head. "I know, I know it's stupid to think that you would."

"Look," he moved to sit beside you again, stealing your cigarette and taking a drag as he put his arm around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. "No matter how much money they offer me, no matter what they put against my fucking head, I'm not gonna let any fucker get near you. Not one. I'll kill 'em all... just don't me scared of me. I can fuckin' take it from anyone else and not give a shit, but I can't have you bein' scared of me. Not you, not fucking you, (y/n)."

"Donald," you cleared your throat, daring to lean into him. "Would you, uh, would you be able to... fuck, this sounds so stupid, but would you be able to leave the light on tonight?"

"The downstairs one?" He waited for you to nod before he shrugged. "Fuck it, why not? You know I'd do anythin' for you."

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#mlem writes #Donald Pierce x reader #Donald Pierce imagine #Donald Pierce #logan 2017 #logan fanfiction #logan imagine #logan one shot #logan oneshot #logan #boyd holbrook #Boyd Holbrook x reader #Boyd Holbrook imagine

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rottingmanifesto · 2 years

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Some writing I did for John, just to better get a feel for his style. Can’t say I adore it but I tried! Commentary > likes. Photo credit here.

March 12

It’s humid, hot, and stinks of that fucking river in-country. New Bordeaux, Louisiana— Bourbon City, playpen of Salvatore Marcano and his family (and not just in the mob sense). If I knew Lincoln wasn’t going to burn this city to the ground, I would do it myself. The rich residents have their blood filled with Marcano’s heroin or hate and the poor ones don’t stand a damn chance at social mobility. The American Dream might as well be a nightmare to half of the residents. Southern manners my ass.

The Father’s not a big fan of me, but unfortunately for him, I’m used to it, between here and the Company. At least he’s kind enough to let me set up shop here until I can find a better place, which really isn’t saying much in a shithole of a city like this. It’s either mob-owned hotels worth ¾ of my paycheck or shitty motels in hick-controlled Hollow. But I’ve had worse. As long as it’s not another backwater hellhole, I can bear it, no matter the outcome. Until then, it’s just me and the Padre. And Lincoln, when he comes back around. (It’s not an “if”, I know that much.) And when he does, I’ll be ready.

March 27

The Padre and I agreed on a schedule to keep things running in the house. He watches Lincoln in the mornings and nights, and I take midday and late night shifts. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve fallen asleep next to Linc on those late night shifts. Need to buy more coffee. The air is always stuffy in the Padre’s house (I blame Louisianan humidity) so we open up windows sometimes. Doesn’t seem to help.

Anyway, this paperwork is a goddamn maze already. If mobsters have got one thing right, it’s their dedication to pissing off federal agents. I’d almost admire it if I wasn’t one myself.

March 30

Christ, just how many rackets does this asshole have? I’ve spent 4 days straight solely on Sal’s capos— I haven’t even had the time to look into Sal himself yet. To his credit, he sure as hell knows how to allocate resources. Then I’m here, downing the Padre’s entire fucking coffee pot pouring over tax returns from 1962. Princeton education at work.

Current findings are relatively clear at least; Lou deals with pimping and drugs, Olivia gets her highs from fucking with the Southern Union (which I’m assuming is an offshoot of the Ku Klux Klan, though I can’t say for certain), and Tommy does just about anything he can find. Public face, Southern charm, middle management. Haven’t had the opportunity to look into Enzo Conti yet, but records indicate he’s the least dickish of the Marcano family. For starters, he’s not a Marcano. That’s already a plus in my book.

All that’s left after the intel-phase is writing up dossiers on all these fuckers. Not hard by any means, but might as well keep it brief for Lincoln’s sake. And my own sanity.

I also found a place just out of reach of the Dixie Mafia (racist southern assholes, albeit the “normal” variety) on the other side of the Hollow. Considering how many times the Padre has told me to go fuck myself, it’s probably for the best that I get a room sooner rather than later. It’ll be nice to smoke without someone reciting Psalms two rooms over for once. Goal is to set up a tac-op center in one room and have the room next door to sleep. No promises that I’ll ever use that room, but it’s the thought that counts.

On that note, Lincoln’s condition appears to be stabilizing over the past 2 weeks. He’s still unconscious for the most part but he’s breathing regularly. I always knew he was thick-skulled. He’ll pull through. No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here.

May 15

Just picked up information that Hoover’s fairy brigade has set up shop in New Bordeaux. Headed by some guy named Jonathan Maguire, sent here from DC to deal with the little Marcano situation. Late to the party (as always). Might pay them a visit, see what intel they’ve got already.

May 18

Finally managed to install a wire into the FBI’s tac-op center and steal their files. Really professional of them to leave it unattended, but then again, I’m the uncontrollable variable in this American experiment. So far, the files are mostly what I gathered already, but the background is sure-as-hell interesting.

1934 is the stuff of local legend. The FBI cites the “official” story as just usual mob bullshit— revenge for the murder of a family member— but there’s an issue. Sal could have gotten his father off the hook for the gambling debts if he wanted. He didn’t. What he actually wanted was to take over New Bordeaux’s increasingly divided crime underbelly. So, he used his old man’s death as a rallying cry for revenge, and then took over New Bordeaux with force and fear. Reason I bring this up; he doesn’t want his son to do the same thing he did.

June 6

Goddammit.

First it’s John Kennedy, then Martin Luther, now it’s Bobby Kennedy. How much longer will this happen? The hell is this country fighting for? The fuck do we believe in? What happened to liberty and justice for all? What happened to men being created equal?

Jesus fucking Christ, I need a smoke.

Padre was nice enough to offer me a drink. At least he believes in a better America for all. Only if more priests were like that. Then maybe things wouldn’t be like this. The Father isn’t keen on violence but at least he’s not fucking spineless.

At least Lincoln didn’t have to see this shit. That’s the one positive here. The only one.

#mafia 3 #john donovan #my writing

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hi! this is a sign to talk about glen bateman. tell me about your headcanons, or explain your favorite scenes, or just gush about how great he is! whatever you have to say, i want to hear it. :)

Open Floor to talk about Glen?

Are you sure about that?

Eh, doesn’t matter. Too Late. No take backs; already off…

Going to have to do Headcanons. Favorite scene? All of them. Gushing? Would never end and would drift off into incoherent screeching. This is me controlling myself...

So going off of the 2020 version, because let’s face it, that’s the one that hooked me, (Goddamn it, Kinnear, I blame you…) Glen sees a future image of Fran in his dream. He doesn’t know who this is. It means nothing to him. Hell, Mother Abagail was just ‘some lady from a commercial’; no reason this woman would be any different. Figment of his imagination. His mind working around a (family) life he had opted out of long ago.

(Kids? Hard pass.)

But then Stu comes, and everything hits. Mother Abagail. Fran. Just what this means.

He is somehow doing impossible things. Things he would have discredited only a month prior. He wasn’t lying when he was giving his speech to Harold; he was (is) a man of science. He believed what could be seen. What could be proven. He married a physicist for fucks sake. “Hard science.” Maybe this stuff could exist, but he sure as shit wasn’t taking it on blind faith. Give him something, or get the hell out of here.

(And it’s dream prophesies with the steel chair…)

So now for things that aren’t explicitly stated. Headcanon.

In light of this revelation, Glen would be left to wonder what else could have been ‘more’. Mother Abagail was the “most vivid dream” he ever had, but Fran’s must have been pretty damn vivid to paint what he did. What else had he dreamt that had a deeper meaning? Places? Events? Maybe it was an image leading him to a paint spot that put him on the path to run into Stu? Or a trip out that would have brought Kojak to him? Potentially even before that…

I imagine he had quite a few nights on the road lost in thought over this. Because, that’s what Glen does, thinks. Comes up with theories.

It is very probable that he’s seen a few things he naturally passed up as coincidence. The world ending up like this, society causing its own downfall, that didn’t surprise him. Pretty sure, he knew something like this would happen. But was that from his studies of humanity, or because he already had vague notions in his head of this outcome.

(Both? I don't know...)

With no proof, a dream of destruction like this would have just been a nightmare. With knowledge now, it could have been preparation. Along those lines, did he know his wife would pass early? So much loss, did it subconsciously affect his decision about kids? About his future path? Maybe not, but maybe…

And its possible this wasn’t all just in the past either. In this version, Glen recommends sending Tom as a spy, because he thinks he could do it. But Glen’s interaction with Tom - limited, at best. I’m sure there’s moments that wouldn’t have been screen worthy, there’s been a fair passage of time here, but nominations were coming from groups in. Fran’s group had Dayna. Larry had Judge Farris. Tom was with Nick. Why was Glen the one to bring it up? I think he might have seen something that led him to feel more confident in this recommendation. I think he had a feeling, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Tom would make it out.

(Even though he desperately wanted somebody to say anybody else.)

I don’t know, this could be completely off base, but these are things I think about. Repeatedly. Because this damn character will not leave my mind. And hey, worse things to think about, am I right?

Glen Bateman > Real Life Bullshit.

Sign me up for the Glen show, all day every day.

#thank you for putting up with my rant #it will happen again #I am incapable of being normal about him #mouse is back on her nonsense #glen bateman #the stand 2020

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fafaspace · 2 years

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Tag 10 (ish) people you want to get to know better!

thank you for the tag dear @zykamiliah❤️

anyway let's try to answer this.

relationship status: single and unbothered lol.

favorite color: right now are palorosa, black and white

favorite food: i love chicken in all its presentations such as: “sancocho”, “ajiaco”, “pollo sudado con arroz” and “pollo asado” ect. god bless my mom’s godly hands.

song stuck in my head: music is like breath for me so all the time im listening smth and for that reason i have many songs at the same time on my mind jshdjsk. today is sally’s song & corpse bride medley and videogames. last week pink venom and last month tchaikovsky pas de deux -on loop forever-. album on repeat motomami by rosalia. and always always lana del rey’s music.

time: 01:03 am.

dream trip: first i wanna travel the places of my own country such: el eje cafetero, cartagena, monserrate and many “pueblitos”. after that to travel like “mochilero” for every country of latinoamerica. later i would like to go to new york bc it was my chilhood dream when i believed in the “american dream”. also lebanon and turkey bc of my roots -my mom told me my father had ancesters there who emigrated to colombia and here i am lol-. and you know what? i want to travel everywhere bc i want to contain multitudes of memories with people who has all types of realities. and my dearest dream is doing this with my beloved family.

last book i read: lately i am procrastinating all the time *sigh*. for me is difficult to finish the things that i start -this applies to anime, fics, books, manga and series lol-. this year has been difficult for me so i found comfort reading sns fics, thanks to all the writers who have made me feel all sort of emotions<3. i have been trying to finish the great gatsby and some virginia woolf’s books too.

last book i enjoyed reading: “el olvido que seremos” by héctor abad faciolince.

last book i hated reading: if i dont like smth i dont engage myself in it, the only exception was in college ugh. the last movie i hated was purple hearts -as a latina woman who is a “feminist in construction” this movie was infuriating bc my girl deserve better than a man who does not respect her rights. im so sick of women being a center of rehabilitation for men.

bonus:

favorite food to cook/bake: pasta<3. im very incosistent at cooking bc sometimes the food i do its a hit but sometimes is a meh. also i do the best passion fruit dessert ever.

favorite craft to do in free time: making psychological analysis about fictional characters in an unconvetional way. for example last week i was cooking and then i started a rambling about kendall roy to my sister who dgaf about succession lol. and she was like “sick rich man with daddy issues” love her soul lol. and im trying to do better edits and maybe someday i will write a fic.

most niche dislike: the sound that occurs when you are passing a fork over a plate or pot. it gives me nightmares.

opinion(s) on circuses? I would like to see cirque du soleil<3

do you have a sense of direction? no, i get lost all the time. im embarrasing of myself for this but i got no orientation sense at all, i blame my visuospatial function bc i dont get the goddamn maps either.

no pressure tagging (feel free to ignore it you don't want to answer!):

@cosmicsasukes @narutouzumakiarchive @tamelee @sueske @sasukesun @johnnysphatass

#personal

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queenofbaws · 2 years

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Oh boy do i have some lyrics for you to use as inspiration if you should so choose. They're all gonna be from the song Runaway (From Myself) by Citizen Soldier (which is a super depressing song and not one I like a whole lot, but I did think that most of the lyrics were particularly genius imo)

'I didn't grow up in an abusive home I am one'

'Lately thinking feels like cutting Every thought's a razor blade'

'Wish I could run away from myself But there is no escape When you're the prison cell'

(you can pick and choose which ones you want to play with obviously lol)

at-least-but-not-exactly-six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

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Sometimes he wished he was half as fucking stupid as Ma liked to make him feel. If he’d been stupid, all of this would be easy; it’d just be living out a movie where all the characters looked a little too familiar, a little too much like you, and instead of having to pay to sit in a theater, you could just bask in the blood and guts for free. There’d be fear, sure, but there wouldn’t be any thinking. There wouldn’t be any guilt.

But Travis wasn’t stupid. Wasn’t even close. And because of that, he knew there was a simple solution to this whole goddamn mess.

He knew they could just kill Caleb and be done with it.

It felt like just another link in the endless chain of shit luck keeping them stuck on that land, miserable and exhausted. If it had been any of them, him or Chris or Bobby, he knew damn well what the marching orders would’ve been. Hell, he wasn’t innocent of that either - if he’d known shooting Chris clean between the eyes would’ve been enough to give the kids a shot at a normal life, there wouldn’t be even a moment of doubt, of hesitation. But as it was, Caleb had been the first, and God help him, he might’ve been able scrounge up the nerve to kill his own brother, but he couldn’t kill Caleb, not when he...reminded him so much of Chris.

There was no getting out of that loop of thought once it set in, and that only ever served to make it worse. It was like being just awake enough to know you were in a nightmare and things were about to get real, real bad; once those thoughts started coming, they just didn’t stop, not until the things he knew but tried to ignore burst their way out of his chest and throat to leave him sore as a skinned knee all over.

It was his job to keep those damn kids safe, because they were his family. His blood.

He’d kill his little brother in a heartbeat, if he had to. If the right person told him to.

Family was the most important thing in the world, and nothing - nothing - mattered half as much as doing right by them.

He could kill Bobby too, he thought. He wouldn’t be happy about it, and he’d be sorry for a long, long time, much longer than if it’d been Chris, but he could do it. Depended on who was giving the order.

It didn’t matter if it took ten years, twenty years, or a hundred and five: He was going to figure out how to get Caleb and Kaylee out of this. Out of the curse, out of the woods, out of the fucking house, out of the shadow that had fermented him and his brothers like the booze collecting dust down cellar.

Worst of all, he knew there would probably come a day where Ma got tired of it. The bullshit. The running around. She’d get tired of the house not being the way she wanted it, the mess of them not behaving the way she wanted, and if she snapped her fingers, Pa sure wouldn’t stop her. If that day came...when it came...he knew he would kill Caleb. He wouldn’t have any choice.

Because family, see...family was the most important thing in the world. You listened to your family. You did what they told you was best. And you sure as shit didn’t shit around questioning their motives when that order came down the pipes.

He wished he was stupid. He wished he was the moron Ma told him he was. If he had been...he wouldn’t have to admit how hollow all that shit rang.

#love-fireflysong #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #the quarry #i am so DEEP in this hackett fic rn that ive literally hit the point where i forget like #my inCREDIBLY NICHE HEADCANONS ARE NOT WIDELY HELD SDKLFJSDKLJFKLSJF so MAN i hope this lands XDDD #my relationship w travis is odd because he's 100% got 'Queenie's Type' written all over him but man i am not his biggest fan #so obvs i must dissect him like a frog in bio to figure out WHY THAT IS

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velathetanager · 1 year

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hi houston ranting about his brother's obliviousness/Touch making him oblivious has given me thoughts so.

one time in the annual halloween nightmare (maybe prison nightmare specifically) the necrocloaker manages to use the fact that dallas is asleep AND in the necrocloaker's realm and therefore less able to he affected by the anti-supernatural Touch to actually break it for a bit and let dallas see just what the various heisters and bain actually are. and understandably for a person whose sole exposure to supernatural stuff being real as been shut out of his brain by his own supernatural stuff he /freaks the fuck out/. good as useless the entire time, not helped by being casually informed that this was happening the entire time and he physically couldnt see it, nor houston VERY visibly possessed by kay getting much too close for comfort asking him if hes okay.

hes terrified of damn near everyone present, who wouldnt be when you wake up in a nightmare finding everyone you know is a (in several cases malicious) supernatural being, down to your own baby brother being possessed by an eldritch being and one of your partners being a goddamn alien, and your brain was blinding you to it the entire time?

and in the morning he wakes up, and everything he learned and the dream itself has all been wiped from his brain, like supernatural stuff always is. he's sheltered and completely oblivious once more. houston is still pissed snd resentful that dallas was spared this bullshit by whatever higher powers dictated their gifts, but it's hard to not think about his big brother looking at him, visibly fucking /terrified/ of houston

tldr: hehe what if the protection dallas gets that houston is (very justifiably) pissed about was actually taken away for a bit (it's 2am and i have brainrot)

I LOVE THAT

Necro Cloaker either did it because Hoxton didn't pay him for a "night of fun" he ordered against someone he didn't like or because he could, and either way Dallas had a mental breakdown all night.

Kay whined when she saw Dallas look scared of her and Houston, chirping worriedly and influencing Houston to go and make sure he was okay. Houston looked heartbroken when Dallas flinched away from them, and the two spent the whole night taking their negative emotions out on the things Necro created. After Dallas forgot everything, Jacket overheard the following snippet of conversation, which is going to bring out his inner Richard later...

"...see the way he looked at us? Like we were monsters." "Kinda are. Least, I am. Right?" "Not like the others. You're sweet." "Aw... thanks. You still mad he not know?" "Kinda, if only because of jealousy, but after that look? I... it may be best if he doesn't. I don't ever want him to look at me like that again." "..." "Thanks, Kay."

#payday 2 supernatural au #payday 2 houston #payday 2 dallas #payday 2 jacket #necro cloaker #payday 2 #payday 2 au #paydyay 2 hoxton

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With that last run in Hades, I have officially reunited the family.

Took a while but not too bad. It’s a fairly cute conclusion. Nothing too exiting for it.

What is exciting is that I finally worked my way up to 8 Heat in a run, and somehow cleared it. With the fucking gun. I hate the gun so much, but it’s the one getting 20% more dark like every other run so it just continuously pulls ahead. It’s annoying. I’m annoyed. The next statue thing is at 16 Heat, and frankly, no thanks. I don’t feel like it. In fact, that’s one of two things in this game I don’t see myself doing. The other is catching a Very Rare fish. Apparently, rare fish only happen if you’re fast enough on hitting the button. And you need to hit it 0.34 seconds after it goes under or faster. I’m pretty sure that’s faster than you can actually perceive it dropping, so literally no idea how I’m supposed to ever pull that off. If it happens by accident, sure. Otherwise, fuck the fish.

The Heat is...potentially possible? But not something I’m all that invested in. Certain conditions have become go-tos. Middle Management is a pretty free one. You can get away with just not even fighting a mini-boss, and that condition does nothing to you. Even with it on, most of the fights aren’t too bad. The only nightmare is the butterfly because that one’s always a nightmare. I also like giving perks to the shielded enemies. Most feel pretty harmless. The only major problem is when they’re moving stupid fast. Then I hate it. But it’s 5 Heat just for that condition so fairly free. I’m also feeling like giving the bosses an extra move is pretty reasonable? I only used one, but given that you get +10 Heat for all four moves, that feels like a good one to have for these prizes. Giving foes the blue heart shield that takes an extra hit isn’t generally too bad, but it depends on the weapon, same as the 9 minute timer per region. I expected that to be impossible for Elysium, but apparently the time remaining in early zones carried over, and the clock stops for dialogue and boon selections, so it’s pretty manageable. I’m still too nervous to try 7 minutes though. Routine Inspection also isn’t too bad. You lose the ability to reroll boons, but otherwise it’s not losing a ton for one activation. Anything beyond that gets a bit dangerous though.

Things I’ve learned to avoid: the 25% reduction in recovery effects. Yes, this can be free if you’re good. I’m not that good. I really, really hate the one that takes a boon selection away. If it were just showing two, that’d be one thing, but it has to show all three then cross one out, and it is literally always the one I’d want. I hate it so much. But the most impossiblest condition? Move and attack speed up. That one fucking sucks. I lost most runs I attempted that condition under, and as soon as I turned it off, I literally haven’t lost since. I’m sure people who can do inhuman garbage like catching a very rare fish love this condition because they can react to stimuli before they occur, but I sure as hell can’t.

The kinda iffy ones are increased damage taken, and boss HP increase. Those are either nightmares, or free, depending on how the run itself goes. Increased HP totals don’t matter for some of the really strong setups, but for slower acting ones you’re just begging to die to hits you shouldn’t have taken. The increased damage just depends on how on point my timing is. Sometimes I dodge like all of Hades’ attacks and we clear with no deaths. Sometimes I die like three times because I just can’t get it right. It’s a rough life.

For weapons:

The sword’s solidly alright. I don’t love it, but don’t hate it. The best performance I have is with the hidden aspect, which gives a nice Life total boost, has tremendous base damage, and most significantly, slows foes down within the zone it can create. It’s really handy. The reason it’s not more favored is just that attacks are so goddamn slow to come out, and it’s close range exclusive.

The spear’s probably a bit more favored than the sword, if you can believe it. The hidden aspect is, again, my best aspect. Though it plays exactly like I don’t. I don’t usually like trading HP for power. But oh man, the power. You lose 70% HP, or down to 50% if fully upgraded, and the hits it can deal are really nice. That said, I think I have a favorable impression exclusively because I keep getting the weapon upgrade for extended attack range and 40% bonus damage to far away foes, which lets me play to my coward tendencies. Without it, I feel like I’d be a lot more annoyed, but it’s served me well.

I don’t like the shield. Most of the time, anyway. It’s a bottom-three, but still working out if it’s #4 or #5. My main issue is that anything outside of Aspect of Zeus sucks. This is the only hidden aspect I don’t use. Because Zeus’ condition is a continuous whirling blade in any direction that can stunlock enemies, while you smack some others around, or can double up on damage. It’s a fast-acting stack of boons that activate on Special as well. I love putting on Chill or Hangover for the special and just watching it rack up the damage and effects. But it’s problems are being a bit unwieldy, not great on overall damage without a good boon layout, and your regular shield attacks have knockback so you push enemies out of the saw.

The bow is my favorite. I like bows in general, and while it sucked initially, hidden aspects salvage it really hard. Chiron’s aspect started the train. Homing specials are fantastic, and similar to the shield, a good boon with specials deals a ton with that. It did great work, and it honestly feels more efficient than the shield, with none of its drawbacks. But the hidden aspect, though. Incredible base damage, and the special is initially single target, but bursts to nearby targets. Great for crowd control. But this special inflicts a status that makes it so the struck enemy takes some damage that’s dealt to other foes. So again, much like the shield, but infinitely more reliable. The bow is so much fun at this point, and I really like using it. If I crack and go for high Heat clears, it’ll likely be with the bow.

I’m not a fan of the fists, they’re fighting with the shield over #4 and #5 position. The cons of the fists are that they’re exclusively close range, the worst of anything, and I wind up eating a lot of attacks over it. The positive, however, is the raw damage output of the hidden aspect. Gilgamesh’s aspect is nuts. Rend is a fantastic condition that, when fully upgraded, is basically Super Doom, that also improves all other damage done to the foe while it lasts by 25%. Good play with the fists yields the fastest clear times of anything, they’re insanely good for the time limit Heat condition. But. Rend also increases the damage you wind up taking, and is pretty slow to proc the pop damage. This makes it super risks to utilize, and you really want a good HP pool to make the best of it. I’ve found having some way to stack Weak, or access to Bronze Skin or Different League, is really useful, just to mitigate the damage you’re taking.

And the gun. I hate the gun, but I’m not bad with it. I hate having to recharge, and I hate the special in every aspect. I expected the hidden aspect to salvage this weapon like it did for the bow, but somehow it’s like my least favorite one? The pulse damage is cute, but it’s not able to run the Rocket Launcher upgrade, which I feel is where the real money is. The laser is also pretty fun, but it took two boons to really get the DPS going. I needed Zeus’ lightning and Artemis’ follow-up arrows to really start doing even decent damage with it. In every other regard, it was too slow to start firing to really get shots in against faster enemies. I feel like the gun keeps succeeding in spite of its flaws, and entirely on the good graces of routinely nice boon effects for what it does. But I hate using it so much, and it keeps being the one to give bonus Dark, why does it do this to me?

As for boons, I think what I’ve learned is how to pair the gods to specific skills they’re best at, and matching your weapon’s playstyle to what conditions to aim for.

For slower attacks and specials that are big pop damage, I really like Doom or Critical. Doom is added pop damage that typically doesn’t stack, so it’s just a direct bump to the core function. Critical is similar, in that landing a crit really escalates the damage done. If I can’t get those, I’ll usually aim for Weak or Chill. Those effects have tangible benefits even at a single stack, whereas something like lightning or Hangover isn’t dealing enough damage in one application.

The faster acting chain attacks, like the shield special or the fists’ basic attacks, this is where I like lightning and Hangover. You can rapidly stack those effects and really pile on the extra damage. Chill and Weak are nice backup effects, really anything that stacks is preferred. Doom and Critical usually aren’t as appreciated, but if you get Ares’ boon that lets Doom stack, then it can be really good.

Your cast is a mixed back. I’m actually a big fan of using either Poseidon or Demeter for Cast. Poseidon gets solid damage and knockback into walls, so it’s a nice coward skill for melee-focused weapons. Demeter’s cast is a laser, which is nice sustained damage, and if you get the added condition that allows it to stack Chill, it’s a really reliable method of rapidly slowing foes. Athena’s cast is solid too, but usually it’s one of those two if I bother with Cast at all.

Dash is funny. My preferred is Athena. I like deflecting projectiles with it, I think it creates some hilarious cheese answers to certain enemy types. The other is Poseidon. It’s a fairly strong boost to damage with it, and the knockback effect throwing foes into walls is really nice in smaller quarters like the labyrinth.

Call can be anyone. Artemis is my favorite, Aphrodite and Poseidon aren’t bad, pretty much everyone else I don’t like. Zeus tends to lack for damage, Demeter’s is good for when you have a lot of enemies but it’s a god call so it’s never used in those fights, and Athena’s is purely defensive which is rarely helpful.

The last note is Chaos. I used to avoid Chaos like crazy. But Chaos is my friend now. Some conditions are worse than others, but some are free. Taking damage when you attack or use special is either devastating, or completely fine depending on your boon and weapon. Not gaining any money is fine, so long as you don’t only get a money chamber as an option. Losing some HP temporarily usually isn’t too bad. But man, not seeing what rewards are in an upcoming chamber is terrible, and I hate it. I think my favorite is when defeated enemies throw bombs at you. Usually, what I want from Chaos is boosted damage. The numbers are pretty significant in their increase. But I also had increased money as the best choice once, and ended that run with so much money even after clearing out all of Charon’s shops. So that was fun.

Speaking of...Charon’s a boss. Apparently. You can “Borrow” money from him, immediately get Kecleon’d over it, and have to fight him. If you win, you get a 20% discount for the rest of the run. It’s interesting. Charon is insanely tough though. He was hitting for over 50 damage from what I remember, so fighting him early on definitely feels like big danger. I fought him when I was in Elysium, and frankly I think it worked out okay. It’s a solid point to face off against him. You have a good number of boons, a nice HP total, and you get to skip a chamber which means less garbage to deal with.

So...yeah. I’m still enjoying the game, but I think I’m winding down. I still have Sisyphus and Achilles’ pacts to break, but after that, everything that’s left is small stuff, like finding the last weapon upgrades for the sword, lance, and shield that do not want to be around, or catching a goddamn very rare fish. With less to do, I have to decide if I want to do the Heat requirements, and...no. I don’t think I do.

#hades game

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