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danysdaughter · 23 days ago

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The Education Of James Buchanan Barnes

pairing | post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

word count | 4.2k words

summary | after a hot date night, you decide it’s time to introduce bucky to the world of sex toys. but as he watches you come undone under a vibrator and dildo, curiosity quickly gives way to jealousy—and before you know it, the lesson turns into a possessive, desperate claim with his cock buried deep inside you where, as he puts it, you belong.

tags | (18+) MDNI, unprotected sex, p in v, sex toys, vibrator use, dildo use, edging, orgasm denial, reader gets absolutely railed, jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, rough sex, desperate sex, “That Should Be Me” energy, mutual orgasms, praise kink, clingy post-sex bucky

a/n | based on thissss request. said I'd post on tues and here it is. enjoy, you little freaks <3 you don't need to read the previous chapters to read this one

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The door slammed shut behind you, a little louder than it needed to, the echo sharp against the dim hallway light of your apartment.

Your laughter was still spilling out into the room, low and breathless, caught halfway between amusement and anticipation.

You barely got two steps in before Bucky was on you.

His hands found your waist first—fingers slipping beneath the hem of your jacket like he needed skin contact now—and his lips were on your neck, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive curve just below your ear.

You let out a soft gasp, the sound immediately turning into a laugh as you stumbled backward into the wall, your shoulder hitting it with a dull thud.

“Jesus, Barnes,” you teased, tilting your head to give him better access, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair. “At least let me take off my shoes before you start undressing me.”

He didn’t answer. Not with words.

His mouth trailed lower, teeth grazing along your throat as his hands slid down, over the curve of your ass, gripping like he already forgot how to be patient.

You could still taste the wine on his breath—rich, red, something expensive you pretended to know about during dinner. He’d been charming, quietly smug, his hand on your knee beneath the table the entire time. But now, that cool confidence had turned into something hotter, something needier.

“Couldn’t stop looking at you all night,” he murmured into your skin. “Every time you smiled at me like that, I wanted to take you home and—”

You cut him off with a slow, satisfied hum. “And what?”

He groaned. “Don’t make me say it.”

You leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’ve already got your hands on my ass, Barnes. The hard part’s over.”

He laughed—soft and low—but it came out like a growl against your neck.

You pulled back slightly to look at him. His pupils were blown, his cheeks flushed, hair slightly messy from your fingers. He looked like someone undone by want—and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

You gave him that smile—that one. The cheeky, up-to-something smirk that always made his brows furrow and his jaw tighten.

The one that meant you were about to make him feel something he wasn’t prepared for.

“Down, Sergeant,” you said sweetly, placing your palms flat on his chest and gently easing him back.

He groaned—more out of protest than pain—his grip tightening on your hips as he let you push him away, but just barely. His fingers didn’t leave you, still clutching your waist like he wasn’t sure if this was a tease or the start of something serious.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked, suspicious, eyes narrowing as you started to backpedal toward the bedroom.

You shrugged, still grinning. “Nowhere dangerous.”

“See, it’s the smile that says otherwise.”

You took a few more steps back, tugging him with you by the belt loops. He followed, slow but curious, letting you lead him through the doorway. His fingers skimmed under your dress again, thumbs brushing skin like he was trying to anchor himself.

You stopped at the edge of your bed, then stepped aside, letting him take in the view behind you.

That’s when he saw it.

His eyes widened slightly. You caught the flash of confusion as he looked down at your mattress—lined neatly with a few very intentional things: a sleek vibrator, a wand, a slim, curved dildo, a bottle of lube, and your favorite black satin restraints.

He stared for a second.

Blinking.

Then blinked again.

“What…” he started, voice lower now. Rough. “What is all this?”

You leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“A surprise.”

He turned to look at you, brow raised. “Is this a setup?”

You smirked. “Have you met me?”

Bucky stood still, eyes sweeping over the bed again—over the glossy black wand, the lube glinting under the soft light, the silicone toy shaped far too perfectly for your body.

Then he looked at you, expression stuck between scandalized and turned on.

“Did you rob a sex store?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I mean, that’s a lot of equipment.”

“It’s two toys, a bottle of lube, and a wand, Barnes. Not an armory.”

He didn’t move when you tugged him forward by the waistband of his jeans, but his jaw flexed—very slightly—as his knees bumped the edge of the bed.

You raised a brow, smirking. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t see toys when you were on your little porn discovery mission.”

He coughed, averting his eyes for a split second. “Yeah, well—maybe. But I’m more of a, y’know… hands-on kind of guy.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear as your hands slid up under his shirt. “Old fashioned, huh?”

His fingers twitched against your hips again, not quite meeting your teasing with a response.

You pulled back just far enough to meet his eyes, grinning.

“Funny. That 69 we did with your hands tied says very otherwise.”

His breath hitched. You weren’t wrong.

And from the way his cock was already hardening beneath his jeans, he knew it too.

You rose onto your toes, hands sliding up his chest, nails dragging lightly through the fabric of his shirt. He was still tense—not resistant, but processing. Curious. Hesitant. Turned on out of his goddamn mind.

So you leaned in slowly, brushing your lips against his.

Just a light kiss. Then another.

And another.

Tiny pecks that softened him, unraveled that edge of caution from his shoulders.

“You can still be hands-on,” you murmured between kisses. “Just… with toys in your hands.”

Another kiss, slow and lingering this time. You felt him exhale through his nose, felt his lips finally part and press back into yours.

You smiled against his mouth, coaxing.

“You don’t even have to do anything complicated. Just…” You let your fingers trail down his arms, tugging his hands to your waist. “Use them. Use me. Learn what works.”

He groaned, barely audible, as his hands settled firmly on your hips again—like just the permission alone was undoing him.

You pulled back, just a breath away.

“C’mon, Sarge. Let’s see what those old-fashioned hands can do with some new tools.”

His jaw clenched again.

You stepped back from him slowly, feeling the heat of his hands lingering on your hips as your fingers curled around the hem of your dress.

Bucky’s eyes followed every movement—glued to your hands, to the slow shift of fabric, to the smug little grin on your lips that told him you knew exactly what you were doing.

And then?

You pulled.

The dress slipped over your hips and down your thighs in one fluid motion, pooling around your ankles like water.

Bucky’s breath caught.

You stood there, spine straight, head tilted just slightly to the side, watching his reaction as your body was revealed—deliberately chosen lingerie in inky black lace, sheer in all the right places, hugging every curve.

The bra pushed your breasts up just enough to tease, the fabric a whisper against your skin, while the panties sat low on your hips, lacy edges framing your stomach and dipping between your legs like an invitation.

The sheer mesh left little to the imagination.

Your stomach was bare.

Your thighs.

The delicate rise of your hips.

It was… artful, really.

And you knew it.

“You wore that to dinner?” Bucky asked, voice low and wrecked already.

You grinned. “Technically, I wore it for dessert.”

His eyes dragged over you, slow and reverent and hungry.

And then you stepped back again, toward the bed.

“Pick one,” you said, nodding toward the toys. “Whichever you want. Try it on me.”

He didn’t move right away. Just looked at you.

Like you were the most dangerous, beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

And the most willing.

You climbed onto the bed with slow, fluid confidence, the mattress dipping under your knees as you crawled back into position. Leaning on your elbows, you propped yourself up, legs spreading easily, openly, like it was second nature to put your body on display for him.

And maybe it was. For him, it always had been.

Bucky followed like a man in a trance.

His eyes roamed over you—down your torso, between your thighs, lingering at the edge of the lace still clinging to your hips. He was silent, almost hesitant. Until his gaze flicked toward the toys spread across the sheets.

You watched as he reached out and picked up the vibrator.

The sleek little device looked almost comical in his broad, calloused hand—lightweight, pastel-colored, clearly not made with 1940s masculinity in mind.

He turned it over slowly, brow furrowing, mouth slightly parted like he was reading a tactical blueprint.

“There are settings,” you murmured, voice soft and teasing. “Low, medium, high.”

He looked at you, and something about the way his mouth twitched made you narrow your eyes.

“Start on low, Bucky.”

He didn’t answer. Just clicked it on.

The low hum vibrated between his fingers.

And then?

He clicked it again.

High.

Before you could stop him, he pressed the tip of the vibrator directly onto your clit—still covered by your lace panties.

The jolt that tore through your body was instant and violent.

Your back arched, a yelp escaped your throat, and your leg snapped out so fast you nearly kicked him in the face.

“Jesus—BUCKY!”

He dodged your foot, arms up in surrender, laughing as he dropped the toy onto the sheets.

“What? You said there were settings, I was just—testing.”

You shoved at his shoulder, breathless, glaring as you tried to catch your breath.

“You tested high?! Right on my clit?! What the hell kind of logic—”

“I didn’t think it’d be that strong.”

You gave him a look that could’ve curdled milk, still panting, your thighs trembling slightly from the aftershock.

He was still laughing.

And blushing.

“You’re gonna kill me,” you muttered, reaching down to adjust your panties like your clit hadn’t just been sniped by Stark-level technology.

He raised his hands. “Okay, okay. Let’s try that again. Gently this time.”

You laid back again, eyeing him warily.

“Try it again,” you said. “And if you blast me like that a second time, I’m switching to the dildo and you can just sit there and watch.”

His grin vanished.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once your breathing evened out—once your pulse stopped thundering in your ears—you gave him a small, warning nod. Not exactly forgiving him yet, but willing to let him try again.

Bucky reached for the vibrator, a little more cautious now.

“Low,” you said again, firmly.

He smirked but obeyed, clicking it on to the lowest setting. The hum was soft this time, barely more than a buzz, and you could already see the change in him—his shoulders relaxed, his gaze sharpened. He wasn’t playing anymore.

He moved closer, crawling between your spread thighs, settling onto his elbows like he was preparing for something delicate. His metal hand slid over your thigh, holding you open with care as he brought the toy down, brushing it gently—so gently—against the lace over your clit.

You inhaled sharply. A good sharp.

His eyes flicked up, watching your face.

“How’s that feel?” he asked, voice low and steady.

You let your eyes close, lips parting on a slow, breathy exhale. Your body relaxed this time, no violent kicks—just heat curling low in your belly, spreading like fire.

“Nice,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “That’s… really nice.”

He made a quiet, pleased sound.

Then did it again.

Slower this time, moving the toy in gentle circles over the fabric. Not rushing, not pushing. Just watching—the rise and fall of your breath, the subtle twitch of your thighs, the way your fingers curled in the sheets when he hit just the right angle.

Your hips arched, just slightly, chasing the motion.

He smiled. Almost smug. But underneath it—something tender, too.

Like he couldn’t believe he was the one doing this to you.

Making you feel like this.

Your breath hitched as he moved lower, eyes flicking to your panties.

“Let me see you,” he murmured.

His fingers hooked the edge of the lace and drew it aside with care—so slowly, like he was unwrapping something sacred. His gaze dropped to your bare, glistening core, and the little sound he made in his throat—half growl, half groan—sent a fresh rush of heat through you.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so wet already.”

You smirked, lazy and indulgent. “Well, you did almost blow my clit off.”

He shot you a look, one brow raised, mouth twitching with that cocky little smirk you were quickly learning to associate with danger.

“Yeah,” he said. “About that…”

He brought the toy back down—still on low—and touched it directly to your clit.

Your whole body jolted.

But this time, there was no kicking. Just a soft gasp, your hips lifting off the bed, thighs twitching as pleasure rippled through you like heat lightning.

He moved it in tight, slow circles.

You whimpered.

He leaned in close, voice low and full of intent.

“You remember edging me?” he asked.

Your eyes blinked open, hazy with heat. “…Bucky—”

He clicked the toy off.

You whined.

Your hips bucked, searching for friction, desperate and denied.

His grin widened.

“Yeah,” he said, almost to himself. “That’s exactly what it felt like.”

You reached for him—maybe to swat him, maybe to drag him down onto you—but he dodged easily, clicking the toy back on and touching it just to the side of your clit this time, not giving you the full pressure you craved.

You moaned, head falling back onto the sheets.

He was toying with you.

Teasing, circling, pulling you to the brink and pulling back just before it broke.

“Feel that?” he asked softly. “How close you are?”

You nodded frantically, thighs trembling.

He lifted the toy away again.

Your whole body arched, a strangled noise escaping your throat.

“Good,” he said, smug and composed and ruthless. “Now let’s do that a few more times.”

He edged you once.

Then again.

And again.

Each time pulling the toy away just as your body reached that shattering precipice, just as your thighs began to shake and your moans turned to pleas. Your voice cracked somewhere between curses and whimpers—rage and lust and raw need colliding in your chest.

“Fucking—Bucky! I swear to God—”

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, smile far too calm for someone committing such heinous crimes against your orgasm.

“You’re doing great,” he said, maddeningly sweet. “Almost as pretty as when you edged me.”

“Bucky, I will end you.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, clicking the toy off again. “But first—”

You whined. Actually whined. Fisting the sheets as your entire body trembled with pent-up release.

Then you saw him reach for the next item on the bed.

The dildo.

Smooth, curved, a little thicker than average—his choice.

He looked at it, looked at you.

Then leaned forward again, eyes gleaming. “Can I try this?”

You couldn’t even speak.

Just nodded, gasping, your whole body tight and twitching with denial.

He ran the toy through your folds first, slicking it with your arousal. Then, slowly, he pressed it in—inch by inch—watching your body stretch around it, his lips parted, his breath caught in his throat.

The groan that left you was wrecked.

He pulled it back.

Then slid it in again.

And again.

His strokes were smooth, unhurried, his gaze fixed where your body took it, sucking it in with every glide.

You felt his focus—too much of it.

“Stop looking at my cunt like a science experiment,” you muttered, voice wrecked and trembling.

He didn’t even blink. “You’re fascinating.”

You let out something between a sob and a laugh, hips canting up, thighs trembling as he thrust the toy deeper, angling just right and watching as your mouth dropped open in a silent moan.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, almost to himself.

And you? You were seconds from detonating.

Bucky’s focus sharpened to a point—you, spread out and glistening, shaking under his touch as the toy slid in and out of you with steady, unrelenting rhythm.

His hand never faltered, wrist rotating just enough to give the dildo that subtle curve each time it pushed deep, brushing against the spot that made your back arch off the mattress.

His other hand was braced on your thigh, holding it open, thumb stroking gently as your moans got louder, less controlled.

He was breathing harder now, jaw tense, the veins in his forearm visible as he picked up the pace.

Not just faster—deeper.

And every time he drove it in, you let out a sound that made his own hips twitch, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.

You were writhing, hands tangled in the sheets, eyes barely able to stay open as you looked down your body at him—watching him watch you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head dropping back as the pleasure built and built again. “Bucky—fuck—”

He bit his lip.

His strokes grew faster, rougher, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room, your arousal coating the toy, your thighs trembling as your moans rose in pitch.

“You hear yourself?” he rasped, voice dark now, tight. “So fucking loud. So good.”

Your hands clawed at the sheets, your mouth falling open in a gasp as the toy slid in hard, again and again, your body so close to the edge you could taste it.

And still—he didn’t stop.

“Say my name,” he said, fucking you harder now, jaw clenched as he watched your hips lift to meet every thrust. “Say it.”

“Bucky—please—”

His rhythm stuttered for a second.

Then he leaned in closer, eyes burning.

The sounds coming from between your legs were obscene—slick, wet, relentless. The dildo slid in and out of you, faster now, your thighs twitching with every thrust, your moans ragged, needy, broken.

And Bucky? Bucky was watching.

Watching you come apart, shaking on the edge, and all he could think about was how it wasn’t him.

His jaw clenched as his hand moved, wrist flicking with practiced rhythm now, and still it wasn’t enough. Not for him.

He stared at where the toy disappeared into your body, at how easily you took it, at how you moaned his name—and something just… snapped.

The moment you let out a wrecked little gasp, your legs clamping around nothing as your orgasm finally hit—your whole body clenching around that silicone?

He yanked it out of you, fast.

You whimpered, high and startled, your hips chasing after it instinctively. “Bucky—what the fuck—”

But he was already tossing it across the room like it had personally offended him.

“That should be me,” he growled, low and tight. “That should be my cock inside you.”

Before you could say anything else, he was on you—mouth crushing yours, fingers dragging your panties down your thighs, then ripping them the rest of the way off with one impatient pull.

“Hey—!” you yelped against his lips. “That was new!”

“Don’t care,” he muttered, his voice gravel and heat. “I couldn’t fucking stand it. Watching you fall apart like that—on that—”

You were still gasping when he shoved his jeans down just enough, cock springing free, thick and flushed and angry, and then—

He thrust into you in one long, rough slide.

You cried out, your head falling back, the stretch sudden and perfect.

“Fucking hell, Bucky—”

He groaned, forehead pressing to yours, voice breaking.

“Better,” he breathed. “So much fucking better.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your laugh half-moan, half-disbelief as he started to move.

“You’re ridiculous,” you panted.

He thrust deeper, harder.

“You’re mine.”

You didn’t argue.

Because fuck, it felt right.

Bucky didn’t hold back.

His thrusts were deep, fast, frantic—his cock slamming into you like it was the only thing grounding him to reality. Every drive of his hips sent you upward on the bed, your hands scrabbling for purchase, your thighs locked tight around his waist as he rutted into you like a man starved.

You were both sweat-slicked and gasping, your mouths clashing in messy kisses between moans and curses, teeth grazing lips, breath mingling.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer, angling you just right—and fuck, he knew what he was doing. He angled every thrust to drag against that spot that made your vision blur, made your nails dig into his back, made your cries rise to screams.

“Mine,” he snarled, over and over, like a mantra. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” you gasped back, helpless under the weight of him, your whole body coiled tight, heat building fast again after the cruel cycle of edging. “Fuck, Bucky—don’t stop—please—”

He groaned against your neck, his voice almost breaking from how good it felt, from how tightly you squeezed around him, from the way your body arched into him like you couldn’t get close enough.

You weren’t just taking it.

You were meeting him—rocking your hips up into every thrust, nails dragging down his back, your voice a breathless chant of his name.

You whined, the sound pure filth, your orgasm charging through you like lightning, your body clamping down around him as your eyes rolled back.

Your whole body was already a live wire—trembling, hypersensitive, soaked from everything he’d done to you. So when he finally drove into you with that punishing, possessive rhythm, it didn’t take long.

Not after being edged so many times you forgot what release felt like.

His cock filled you perfectly, every brutal thrust driving you closer to the edge you’d been denied again and again.

Then he said it.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled into your skin, teeth grazing your jaw. “So deep—fuck—wanna keep you like this. Full of me.”

The growl in his voice. The strain. The desperation.

And that was what did it.

You came hard—violently—your orgasm tearing through you like your body had been waiting for permission to shatter.

You screamed his name, your back arched off the mattress, thighs locked around him as your walls clenched down on his cock in rhythmic waves, dragging him deeper, holding him there.

Bucky groaned, choked on the sound, hips stuttering as he tried to keep fucking you through it—but your body was relentless, milking him, coaxing him to the brink with you.

And then he lost it.

He slammed in one last time, cock twitching deep as he came with a raw, broken sound, burying his face in your neck like he could hide from how wrecked he felt.

His cum flooded you—hot, thick, and so much, mixing with yours, seeping down your thighs as you both stayed locked together, trembling, undone.

You were shaking under him, breathless, mind blank.

And still—he didn’t move.

Just held you.

Because he couldn’t let go. Because he didn’t want to.

Your breaths tangled into each other—harsh, broken, shared between barely-parted mouths.

You couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

Bucky was still inside you, still buried to the hilt, his chest pressed to yours, his forehead against your temple as the sweat cooled on both your bodies. The only sounds were the deep, ragged inhales, the soft exhales, the occasional, stunned fuck whispered against your skin.

Neither of you spoke.

There was nothing to say—not yet.

Just the feeling of him—warm, solid, trembling slightly as he held you like if he let go, the world might pull you away.

Your fingers curled into the damp strands at the back of his neck. His hand slid down your thigh, possessive even now, thumb stroking the inside like he still needed to touch you everywhere.

You breathed into his mouth.

He breathed into yours.

And it was perfect.

But then, slowly, your body relaxed.

And your hand drifted from his hair to his shoulder, giving him a light shove—not really pushing, more like reminding.

He groaned, still reluctant to move.

You gave him another nudge. “You owe me new lingerie.”

His head lifted slightly, enough for you to see the lazy smile that spread across his flushed, post-orgasm face.

“As long as I get to pick it out too,” he murmured.

You snorted. “If you pick something crotchless, I’m setting you on fire.”

His grin widened.

“You really are the most dangerous woman alive,” he muttered against your lips.

Just when you thought he might finally pull out, Bucky shifted—

Not away.

But closer.

Suddenly, you were bombarded.

Soft kisses.

All over your face.

Your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your lips—smothering, insistent, rapid-fire pecks between breathless murmurs, like he couldn’t kiss you fast enough to keep up with what he was feeling.

“Beautiful—”

Kiss.

“My girl—”

Kiss.

“So perfect—mine—mine—”

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

You burst out laughing, squirming under him as he grinned like an idiot and kept going, hands bracketing your head like he had no plans of letting you escape.

“Bucky—stop—get the fuck out of my face—!”

Your voice was sharp but your smile was wide, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, lit from the inside.

He didn’t stop.

“Never,” he whispered against your cheek. “You’re mine. I’m keeping you forever.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing breathlessly as your arms curled around his back, pulling him in anyway.

“God, you’re such a menace.”

He just kissed your nose again.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But I’m your menace.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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awingedllama · 2 years ago

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Hey :3 happy new year !! i just saw a pic of a neighborhood in your savefile you just posted answering someone about for rent, where are those car from that we can see in the your street ? gosh everytime i see a new pic of your savefile there is so much wonderful cc that i cannot seem to find anywhere, is it from you ?

hi, happy new year! the meshes for about 70% of the CC in my save comes from 3D models I found (or bought) online!

people keep asking, so here are the cars: vehicles folder

i added pictures for ease of downloading :D

i've tweaked all the textures to replace all English text with Simlish. some only have one swatch, some have multiple, depending on how difficult recoloring was. feel free to use them however you like

all of these are debug items to keep from cluttering the catalog, so you'll need to enter "bb.showhiddenobjects" as well as "bb.showliveeditobjects" to access them

if you notice any problems lmk. i've converted hundreds of objects for my save at this point, so oopsies are inevitable

#asks #replies

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 month ago

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Can I request a platonic relationship with Bob where the reader is being a little shit to him, and since he’s a lot taller, he starts putting shit where they can’t reach until they either cave and apologize, or someone else intervenes?

Thank you so much for the request! I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy <3

You’d started a war.

Maybe not on purpose entirely but when you’d swapped Bob’s protein powder with powdered sugar before his morning workout, you had sealed your fate. It wasn’t even the worst thing you’d done that week. There was the "WORLD’S OKAYEST AVENGER" mug, the glitter in his combat boots, and the replacing of his shampoo with a glittery kid’s shampoo that smelled like cotton candy. You were having fun.

And Bob? Bob was so over it.

“I am six foot, I will start using that advantage if you don’t knock it off,” he warned, completely deadpan, standing in the kitchen in sweats and a tank top, arms crossed like some kind of vengeful golden retriever. You just smirked, sipping coffee from his favorite new mug. “Didn’t realize we were measuring maturity in inches now.” By the glare you received you should’ve known what that would spark.

By the next morning, the coffee beans had disappeared. So had your favorite hoodie, the good snacks, your laptop charger, and the remote. Everything had migrated to absurdly high shelves, closet tops, and cabinets you’d need a ladder to access. There was even a taunting little note on the fridge: “Height has its privileges. —B”

You stared at it, affronted. “I am going to end him,” you muttered. “Tall ass scarecrow lookin’ motherf—”

“You rang?” came his voice, lazy and smug, as Bob leaned in the doorway with a yogurt in one hand and your missing hoodie on his shoulders. You stared at it. Then glared at him. Then slowly began dragging a chair over. “I will climb you.” He snorted. “You wouldn’t dare.” You stepped onto the chair. “Try me, Stretch Armstrong.” He laughed and held the hoodie above your head with ease. “I hope your neck hurts from looking down on me,” you snapped. Bob smiled wide, faux-sympathetic. “Aw. You really do need a stepstool, don’t you kid?”

“I need you to fall down the stairs.” He chuckled and walked to the fridge where he reached above it, casually plucking down the coffee beans you’d been searching for twenty minutes. “Apology first,” he said smug beyond belief, already scooping some into the machine. You glared. Bob just raised a brow and added, “I’m not above putting your pillow up there, too.” You caved. “…I’m sorry for being a little shit,” you grumbled, defeated. Bob leaned over and ruffled your hair. “That’s all I needed to hear.” You grunted and swatted his hand away. “I take it back. War is back on.”

“Can’t wait,” he said, grinning as he poured your coffee. “You’ve got spirit. Just not reach.”

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intoanotherworld23 · 9 months ago

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Sweet As Peach Cobbler

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mature themes, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Tyler, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

Summary: Tyler loves his desserts, and you just happen to be his favorite

A/N: Hey y’all it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but I’ve just been going through some personal stuff, and needed some time to myself. I am back though and ready now more than ever to keep writing for you guys! I wanted to dabble in writing for someone new, and since Glen Powell has become so popular I knew I had to write some things for him! Let me know if I should write some more for him, and if you would like to be added to the tag list! Don’t forget to comment and reblog it would be greatly appreciated! Love you guys thanks so much for being amazing! XOXO

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Tyler. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

"I've never seen you cum so much sweetheart." Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. "You did so good for me baby."

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn't want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

"Let me see those pretty eyes of yours." His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

"Tyler." Whining his name as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

"Whadda you need pretty girl?" He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Tyler knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

"Fuck me baby girl look at you." Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That's exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Oh god." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Tyler looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Tyler could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

"Tastes like peach cobbler baby girl." His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Tyler’s favorite dessert was in fact peach cobbler, and the fact he said you tasted like it made your head spin. It would make sense since he could never get enough of you.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. Sex was always amazing with Tyler, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

"Fucked that pretty cunt so good, didn't I?" His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Tyler already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

"So proud of you my sweet peach." His nickname had you smiling as Tyler pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state. "Oh I’m not done with you yet sweets."

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softspace-fics · 16 days ago

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Escaping

Author: I drive alot when I don't feel great mentally, and I feel like Dean would absolutely understand more than anyone else. So here to my first supernatural post! I do have requests in the making but I've been extremely depressed lately so I've had zero writing energy, sorry. ❣️ Also a little bit of new formating!

Masterlist - all my work!

Word count: 1k

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You drive to escape the demons in your head. Sometimes the demons tell secrets to the passenger seat.

( Cg!Dean x little!reader , where as your driving you tell dean about your regression, and a door opens for you both. [!!SFW INTERATIONS ONLY.!!])

⚠️Warnings!!: Mild cussing, mentions of alcohol, drugs, self-harm, mental demons, bad mental health, and MILD mention of near death experience.⚠️

CG!DEAN X LITTLE!READER (mentions of Sam!)

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Sometimes when shit fell apart, the only thing you knew how to do was drive.

You would climb into the drivers seat of whatever car you had access to and drive for miles, hours, just for some peace and quiet. A sliver of something you almost never had.

Your playlist plays at a good level, helping to erase the demons that begin to cloud, and tape up the boxes of memories you just dont want to dust off, not yet. Or ever.

When Sam and Dean came into your life, your drives eventually added them, talking was minimal when your demons came, and all you needed was your music and to drive. Whether it was after a particularly hard day, or a hard job, the boys knew it would be a escape for you to drive.

Dean wasn’t particularly happy when you first started to drive baby, but after time, he enjoyed him and you in the drivers seat with sammy asleep in the back. You two would talk, reaching a level of understanding with eachother that you didn’t feel like could be found with others.

Thats how you told him about your regression, it spilled out on accident, your mind so flooded with hauntings that your most vulnerable secret came out of your mouth like it was easy. Like it didn’t make your throat scratch when you realized what had just came out of your mouth.

“You- Regression? I’m not sure I know what that is.” Dean answers.

His look of concern makes yourself want to just end the conversation, turn up the music, and continue on your last 6 hours of a drive.

A awkward amount of time passed before you started to slowly explain to Dean. His face changed from pure confusion and concern to a look of understanding.

All hunters had a way of getting the feeling of their life to fade, even if it wasn’t the best. Alcohol, drugs, self-harm, something to ease the mind. Your mind just took you in a different direction with it.

You and him talked through quite a bit of it as you headed down the road, only stopping when sammy started to snore and Dean needed to take photos of the drool smeared face that sam had in the backseat.

The job came and went, Dean looking at you every now and then as it progressed, checking in and making sure you were okay. He wasn’t exactly sure when you had the chance to use a coping mechanism other than driving.

He took Sam’s laptop when he could and looked further into age regression as much as he could, trying to understand what he could do to help, to grasp on to what helped you mentally.

As the job ended, the three of you full of exhaustion even after crashing at a motel, begin to pack and head to the next job. A haunting somewhere in Philadelphia, a long drive ahead.

Dean goes to hand you the keys, thinking you’d want to drive after nearly being killed by a ghost this week, but you just shake your head and walk off to the car. Putting your suitcase in the trunk, you slide into the passenger seat as the boys grab the rest of the belongings you all had.

Dean took the silent hint, Sam didn’t quite grasp on, but he was just glad he could get shut eye in the back again. It was surprisingly comfortable. The boys finished packing down the car and climbed in. The engine roared and off you went.

About three hours in, Dean looks over to you and sees your lip between your teeth, blood being drawn. Your body was drawn into itself like your anxiety was spiking through the roof, and you could barely contain it.

Dean glanced in the back, seeing that Sam was asleep with his head on the door, he sighed gratefully. He knew you weren’t particularly fond of people knowing of your regression, but since he knew already, he couldn’t help but be invested.

“You alright?” He asks eventually.

“Yeah, just, yeah.” You mutter out.

Your head had been trying to crash into regression for the last few hours, apparently telling people you regress meant that your brain automatically wanted to make it their problem.

He glanced at you again before reaching his hand out for you to grab. A invitation to let him in, to let him help.

He goes to retract his hand but just before he can, you gently grab his hand, pulling it to lay on your knee. You begin to focus on his hand, uncurling from the door, you begin to pull and play with his hand.

Dean smiles, full on bright smile as he sees you let him in, even if its not alot, he knows you feel safe enough. The trip begins to lighten as Dean clenches his hand into a fist and you try to open it, ultimately failing and pouting at him until he opens his hand flat again, chuckling at you.

Although it wasn’t much, it was enough for you both. Something between you both just clicked, there was no words of explaining or knowledge that needed to be done for Dean to be there. To handle the big stuff and let you have some time not acting strong.

The front of the car became a sense of safety for you both, if dean was in a bad mood, he’d drive. Letting himself have peace, but also welcoming you to regress. Your regression became not only something that would lessen the load on your shoulders, but it gave dean a opening. Something to cherish that others couldn’t ruin.

If you needed to drive, he'd use the time to tell you stories about Sammy and him, the things he and his brother used to get up to. Things he usually called sappy and didn't like to talk about.

He’d do anything for you as you sit in the passenger seat, retelling him a story he’s heard a million times, a slight lisp added on and sound effects he didn’t know you knew.

It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough for you both.

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witch-of-snow-and-stars · 10 months ago

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How to Make a Charm Necklace Magic-Style

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So in a recent post I talked about having a set of charms that I wear whenever I leave the house. I thought it might be a fun tutorial to detail how someone could make a similar thing for themselves! The post is a long one, so the rest of the guide is under the cut!

Step 1: Lay out all of your perspective charms and see what speaks to you and what you might want to put together. When you're choosing pieces, try to think of your goal and intent while you're putting your charms together (i.e. mine is for general day-to-day so I mostly focus the charms around safety, ease of way, and good fortune. Tailor yours to what you need). You don't have to make a necklace, just make sure that whatever you're attaching your charms to and the jump ring(s) connecting everything are sturdy enough to hold the charms' weight.

I have a 'main' components and 'auxiliary' components with the main components being the anchor points and foundation of what I'm working towards (i.e. I have my locket with sigils and my key charms as main components and I'll switch out the other parts as desired). Listed below are some ideas for options that you can combine, but use whatever feels best to you:

Lockets- I HIGHLY RECOMMEND that a locket is part of your configuration. You can fit a slip of paper with spells/sigils written on it AND if it's a scent locket you can add a bit of fabric with a perfume oil or a spell oil that would be safe to wear (check the spell oil ingredients if you're going to use a spell oil).

Bottle/Vial Charm Pendants- these are really good for wearable spell jars (you'd just have to careful about breaking them). You can buy pre-made bottle spell charms (there are a lot of options available) OR you can buy a vial pendant and do a working of your own choosing depending on your preferences/needs (there are also many options for empty vial charms you can buy). You could also keep spell powders/dusts in a vial charm (also usable for on-the-go workings).

Crystal Pendants- If you are someone who utilizes crystals in your practice, having some complementary crystals or crystals that you tend to favor can really add a kick.

Religious pendants/charms- Pentacles/crosses/saint pendants/deity pendants/etc. are all good options for this sort of configuration if they're something that features in your practice or you have a specific figure you want to invoke.

Symbol/Icon charms- similarly to the option above, charms that have animals/flowers/symbols/ whatever else you may want to invoke the properties/help of can be a good addition as well

Bells- bells have traditionally been used in different cultures for sound cleansing and to ward off negative spirits/entities. If that's something you might want (and are ok with making some noise) adding a bell might be a nice touch.

Keys- keys are useful magically for unblocking roads, gaining access, and invoking magic/energy relating to crossroads. Keys/key charms can be pretty easy to get too, so it might be worth trying to have one in your configuration.

Other meaningful charms: as it says on the tin, if it's important to you or you want to keep it on you, try it out in your configuration see if it will work well with it. In the picture above of my own pendant collection alongside more standard pieces there's an antique pen knife that can be worn as a pendant. Put whatever you want on these configurations is my point.

Tip! Some pendants like the pendant on the right have a paste/textured back that you can write on. If that's something you'd want to do, aim for something that looks like the pendant on the right. It's a solid way to hide sigil magic in your jewelry.

Step 2: Prepare the individual charms that you're going to be putting together. Clean/cleanse* everything appropriately (use mundane and magical methods), get sigils written out, anoint anything that you want to anoint, charge/enchant anything that needs it- whatever workings you need to do to the individual components of your charm necklace, do them now.

*If you're using metal pieces (especially if they're old/antique) there's a decent chance you may need to clean those pieces periodically with a metal cleaner/polish. When you clean the metal, do maintenance work for the rest of the configuration by charging/re-enchanting the other charms.

Step 3: Put your charms together and test out your configuration. Sometimes things won't work together as well together or a different component will work better in your configuration.

Ending Notes & Tips

If you put something like this on an object, make sure you focus on how you need/want to effect the object. Like, I have another variation of this on a chain on my bag, and that working is more focused on security and being unobtrusive more than anything else.

Generally I would consider how fragile your individual charms/items are and how likely breakages are to occur. You don't want to be scattering any broken glass/sharp bits and you definitely don't want to cut yourself on anything in the event of any broken charms.

Other considerations should be if individual parts are safe to wear. As previously mentioned, select for spell oils that are safe to wear and for crystal pendants that won't interact with water/skin oils/body products (i.e. selenite melts in water and pyrite will create sulfuric acid when exposed to water). Basically make sure that having this on your skin isn't going to cause any problems for you.

It can be a a good idea to change up individual charms in your configuration to tweak things to your daily needs. Using my usual configuration as an example, I'll switch out my crystal pendants or other charms if I have specific needs/events for a day (like maybe if I'm traveling I'd add more protection/safe travel oriented charms or if I had a date on I'd choose one of my love/attraction charms).

I hope this gave you some ideas for your own practice, thanks for reading💜

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Mo Dao Zu Shi (MDZS) Audio Drama S2 Ep 1 English Subbed

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Dragonfable was a big influence, but would you recommend playing it now?

Yes, absolutely, positively, 100%.

The game is constantly getting updates. Like. Once a week. It's got a really neat world and story and just about everything if I'm being perfectly honest. ESPECIALLY for what you would expect from what started as a 2006 free-to-play flash game. Like. Leagues better. Hell, it's better then a lot of games out there.

And unlike other Artix entertainment titles, it focuses a lot on actually staying a good game, and not just chunking out new content meaninglessly. (Looks at AQW. I love you Elegy of Madness but you are trapped in such a shit game)

Fuck, I gotta rant about it a bit.

Okay, for starters, the devs clearly CARE about the game being nice to play. I mentioned it has weekly updates, but not all of those are new quests or stuff, but quality of life or balance changes to keep the game interesting and fun. Like, they are even going back and revamping the original questlines just to add a bit more polish, like adding music to stuff from before music was even in the engine, or cleaning up dialogue. They make nice interfaces to help you find your way around the story, they give exploration, they ease the player into the complexities of the battle system, ect.

And it's also very friendly in other ways. LGTBQ+ friendly, and they mean it. Pride stuff up always, gender changes easily accessible and including NB options (not body types YET but considering they would have to make a new variation for every single armor type in the game to do so I don't blame them). Very accepting, nice community from what I've seen, both in and out of studio.

And the story. GODS I love the story. And the world. You start out as a fairly classic hero, saving the world from the evil bad guy, with prophecy on your side (Kind of?), things are a lovely mix of serious and silly that hits just right.... And then, after you've won? It keeps going. Because the world wasn't magically fixed. Because the battle has consequences, on both you and the world. What was once a playground becomes obviously more serious BECAUSE you won. The world is fleshed out, always HAS been, but your character never payed attention to it before things fall apart and running along with prophecy and skill no longer cuts it.

And god that's not even going into the absolute JOY of how it handles it's tie in's with other games. You don't NEED to play the other games but... Short answer is that the game is technically a form of post apocalypse from the Sci-fi spacefaring game, because you RESET REALITY and you start Dragonfable technically thousands of years after that one, in a whole other reality, and THE INSTANT AFTER IT ENDED. All at once. And it's not entirely gone. It's kinda still there. And you... you were the hero of that one too, and you don't remember. (Or do you? some things feel... familiar...)

Also it's art SLAPS. Both it's visuals (a 2-d sidescrolling game on a small crew is normally hard to pull off but Dragonfable is fucking beautiful) and it's music. I use dragonfable music for Symphony in Crimson for a REASON. There's SO MUCH OF It, and it's a lovely music of royalty free stuff from good artists, and in house music made across the entire Artix entertainment studio. And 90% of the time, Dragonfable uses it the best, across the various games.

Now, it IS technically a free to play game. and that comes with some connotations. But uh. I've really never seen a game handle it better then them? Free version covers the entire story and 83% of the gameplay, the 'full' version is a one time $20 purchase, and it's paid currency is mostly for cosmetics. Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if the game is barely kept afloat with how generous it is. You can beat endgame bosses without paying a penny.

Overall, Dragonfable is one of those games that... feels like it would have died out years ago. Or wouldn't be able to exist in the modern market. But it's not, it's still here, and better, and gives me just... that little bit of hope? for stories and games and everything.

And again. It's story and world is wonderful. I cannot recommend it enough.

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pyromaniac-cyndaquil · 1 year ago

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PMD: Expanded Sky v1.3.0 is now live!

(for those who missed it, this is a pmd eos mod that adds starters from gens 5-9)

There's a lot of new pokemon this time but most importantly...

Grookey finally joins the roster, as does Axew! All starters are finally here!

Sobble's evolutions are also now both fully implemented, as are several regional evolutions! Pikachu can now evolve into Alolan Raichu, Cubone can evolve into Alolan Marowak, and Cyndaquil can evolve into Hisuian Typhlosion. Their regular evolutions are all still accessible as usual, but their other forms are also available as a branch evo.

Evolution info, IQ groups and movesets can now be found in this spreadsheet for ease of use.

A bunch of extra sprites and portraits for starter evolutions have been pulled in from the PMD Sprite Repository! To go with this, credits have been taken off the title screen and added to a new Cyndaquil NPC on the crossroads!

In-game evolution help can also be found in this NPC's menu.

There's been a couple of extra minor changes, such as fixes to Greninja's moveset, but further info can be found in the original post, the txt included in the download, and the download page.

You can download the new version here!

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harryssyndrome · 2 months ago

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The Red Key | h.s (AU)

summery: When a rogue agent threatens global security with a deadly bioweapon known as Red Key, two operatives-Harry and YN-are drawn into a high-stakes mission where trust is fragile and betrayal cuts deep. YN, hiding her true identity behind a glamorous cover, must get close to a man from her past, while Harry races against time to stop a looming catastrophe. As the lines between duty and desire blur, the duo must outwit a cunning enemy and confront secrets that could destroy everything.

word count: 2.8k || Masterlist 🔫❤️‍🔥

A/N: Felt a little inspired by mission impossible II so why no 😌 I hope it’s nice little thing to read😅 warning? not proofread. It’s a mini series so a part or two. I’m sorry if it’s shit, I tried my best. my life’s a mess so… I’m not at my best, I’m posting after so long. it’s been in my draft for months, I promise dadrry are better. Like & reblog are appreciated, let me know if you wanna be added to the tag-list, feel free to leave comments. Mwah! 💋

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The grandeur of the gala was designed to impress. The sprawling ballroom was a display of unapologetic wealth, with every detail meticulously curated to reflect the stature of its host. From the cascading crystal chandeliers that bathed the room in a soft golden glow to the opulent red-and-gold tapestries adorning the walls, everything screamed excess. Waiters moved like shadows, weaving seamlessly through the crowd with silver trays balanced expertly in their hands. Glasses of champagne and delicate hors d’oeuvres passed from tray to guest in a rhythm as choreographed as the string quartet’s melody.

YN stood near one of the massive arched windows, her reflection a shimmering silhouette against the night. Her dress—a figure-hugging gown of midnight blue sequins—caught the light with every subtle movement, transforming her into a walking constellation. She looked every bit the rising singer she claimed to be, her soft smile and easy confidence drawing glances from all corners of the room.

But beneath the surface, her mind was focused and sharp. This wasn’t her world—no, it was her stage. And tonight, her performance was a heist.

Her mission was clear: retrieve the Red Key. Hidden somewhere in this labyrinthine estate was a device that could destabilize the world’s balance of power. The encrypted USB, codenamed the Red Key, housed a revolutionary program capable of dismantling even the most secure systems. For YN, this wasn’t just a job—it was a gamble. The paycheck was astronomical, enough to wipe away her debts and buy her freedom. But failure? Failure meant more than just losing her reputation—it meant death.

As YN surveyed the room, she felt the weight of her double life settle heavily on her shoulders. On the surface, she was a singer—a talent just beginning to garner whispers of fame. Her soulful voice and enigmatic stage presence had made her a subject of intrigue in elite circles. But in reality, her music was a façade, a clever cover that granted her access to places like this. She wasn’t here to perform. She was here to steal.

Her target was Lord Carlisle, the eccentric billionaire hosting the gala. Known for his insatiable appetite for collecting rare and dangerous artifacts, Carlisle was rumored to have acquired the Red Key through the black market. It was locked away in his private server room, and YN had spent months studying the estate’s layout to plan her approach.

She sipped her champagne as her eyes roved over the crowd. Carlisle stood near the center of the room, surrounded by sycophants and admirers. His laughter boomed over the delicate strains of music, his booming voice a sharp contrast to the otherwise refined atmosphere. YN’s lips curved into a small, calculated smile.

The first step was simple: blend in.

YN wove through the crowd with practiced ease, exchanging polite smiles and nods with other guests. She stopped briefly to admire a display of Carlisle’s prized artifacts—ancient relics encased in glass—and engaged in small talk with a curator who seemed all too eager to share their knowledge. It was all part of the act.

But as she moved toward the east wing—the restricted area where the server room was hidden—a prickle of awareness crawled up her spine. Someone was watching her.

She turned her head just slightly, catching the gaze of a man leaning casually against the bar. His tailored black tuxedo fit him like a second skin, and his dark curls fell perfectly into place, framing a face that seemed carved from marble. But it was his eyes that held her attention—intense and unrelenting, like they could see straight through her.

She recognized him instantly. Harry Styles.

MI6’s golden boy.

Her stomach clenched. If Styles was here, the stakes were higher than she’d anticipated. MI6 didn’t send agents to fancy galas for no reason. They sent them to stop people like her.

Their eyes locked for a moment, and he raised his glass in a mock salute. His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was no mistaking the challenge in his gaze.

YN forced herself to return the smile, her mind racing. If Styles suspected her, she couldn’t afford to let it show. She turned away and resumed her path toward the east wing, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Nice voice,” a smooth voice interrupted her thoughts.

YN stopped mid-step, cursing inwardly. She turned slowly, schooling her features into an expression of mild curiosity.

Harry stood just a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his eyes razor-sharp. Up close, he was even more disarming, his presence exuding a quiet confidence that was impossible to ignore.

“You haven’t heard me sing yet,” she replied, her tone light and playful.

“I don’t need to. I have an ear for talent,” he said, raising his glass to her.

YN kept her smile intact, though her mind raced with contingency plans. “Good to know. But I should be going—people to meet, champagne to drink.”

“Of course. Don’t let me keep you,” he said, stepping aside with an almost imperceptible bow.

But as she walked away, she felt his eyes follow her, a constant weight pressing against her back.

The east wing was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the gala. August moved swiftly, her footsteps muffled by the plush red carpet. She reached the server room without incident, her fingers brushing over the keypad as she punched in the code she’d memorized.

The door clicked open, and she slipped inside.

The room was a technological fortress, lined with sleek black servers that hummed softly in the cool, climate-controlled air. YN pulled a decoy USB drive from her clutch—a fake designed to bypass the system’s defenses—and plugged it into the main console.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she navigated the system, bypassing layers of encryption with practiced ease. But just as she accessed the folder containing the Red Key, a voice shattered the silence.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Her blood ran cold. She spun around, her heart hammering in her chest.

Harry stood in the doorway, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His posture was relaxed, but his sharp gaze told her he wasn’t here to make small talk.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice steady despite the panic clawing at her throat.

“I could ask you the same,” he replied, stepping closer. “But I already know. You’re here for the Red Key.”

Her mind raced, calculating her options. She could lunge for the taser hidden in her clutch, but something told her he’d see it coming.

“And you’re here to stop me?” she asked, her tone edged with defiance.

“Not exactly.” He glanced at the flashing red light above the door. “You tripped a silent alarm when you accessed that panel. Guards will be here in less than a minute.”

She cursed under her breath. The system must have detected the decoy USB.

“Fine,” she said, stepping away from the console. “But this doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“Good,” he replied with a smirk. “I don’t trust you either.”

The escape was chaos.

The guards arrived in droves, their shouts echoing through the hallway as they fired warning shots. YN and Harry sprinted down the corridor, their movements perfectly synchronized despite the tension crackling between them.

“In here!” Harry barked, pulling her into a narrow service elevator.

The doors closed just as a hail of bullets slammed into the metal.

YN leaned against the wall, catching her breath. “This isn’t exactly how I planned my night.”

“Really? I thought you were enjoying yourself,” Harry quipped, adjusting his cufflinks as if they weren’t running for their lives.

She glared at him. “Don’t get used to this partnership.”

“Believe me, I won’t.”

The chase ended in the estate’s garage, where Harry hotwired a sleek black car with alarming ease.

“You’re full of surprises,” YN muttered as she slid into the passenger seat.

“You have no idea,” he replied, revving the engine.

The tires screeched as they sped out of the garage, leaving the estate and its chaos behind.

The car sped down a winding road that cut through a dense forest, the headlights slicing through the darkness. Harry’s hands gripped the steering wheel with practiced ease, his gaze focused on the road ahead. YN sat beside him, her arms crossed and jaw clenched, the tension between them palpable.

She broke the silence first. “You didn’t have to get involved, you know.”

Harry glanced at her briefly, his expression unreadable. “And let you fumble your way out of a shootout? Tempting, but no.”

“I had it under control,” she said, her tone sharp.

“You’re welcome,” he shot back, his voice tinged with amusement.

YN exhaled sharply, turning her gaze out the window. The forest blurred into streaks of black and green, but her mind was fixed on the mission. The Red Key had slipped through her fingers, and she wasn’t sure if she could salvage the situation. Worse, she was now tethered to Harry Styles, MI6’s golden boy, whose motives remained frustratingly opaque.

“Where are we going?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“To regroup,” Harry replied. “You’re not the only one who wants the Red Key, you know.”

YN frowned. “So, what’s your angle? You swoop in, play hero, and then what? Hand it over to your bosses so they can lock it up in some classified vault?”

Harry smirked. “Something like that.”

Her frown deepened. She couldn’t afford to let MI6 take control of the device—not when she was this close to securing her freedom. But for now, she needed Harry’s help to stay ahead of Carlisle’s men.

They reached a secluded safe house an hour later, a modest cabin hidden deep in the woods. Harry parked the car and stepped out, moving with the casual confidence of someone who’d done this a hundred times before.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, unlocking the door.

The interior was spartan but functional—a single-room space with a kitchenette, a worn sofa, and a desk cluttered with maps and surveillance equipment. YN took it all in with a raised brow.

“Charming,” she said dryly.

Harry ignored the jab, heading to the desk and pulling out a laptop. “We don’t have much time. Carlisle’s men will be searching for us, and they won’t stop until they recover the Red Key.”

YN crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “So, what’s the plan?”

Harry looked up at her, his expression serious. “We work together.”

She scoffed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “You’re good, but you’re not getting that device on your own. Carlisle has an army of guards and the best security money can buy. You need me.”

“And what’s in it for you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Harry leaned back in his chair, studying her. “Let’s just say I have my reasons.”

It wasn’t the answer she was looking for, but it would have to do.

As the night wore on, the two of them pored over the intel Harry had gathered on Carlisle’s estate. Blueprints, security codes, and surveillance footage littered the desk, creating a mosaic of the billionaire’s heavily fortified world.

“His private jet leaves tomorrow morning,” Harry said, pointing to a flight plan on the screen. “If he takes the Red Key with him, we’ll lose our chance to intercept it.”

YN frowned, tracing her finger over the estate’s layout. “Then we hit him tonight.”

Harry raised a brow. “Bold move.”

“Desperate times,” she replied with a shrug.

He studied her for a moment, his gaze unreadable. “You’re not what I expected,” he said finally.

She looked up, meeting his eyes. “And what did you expect?”

“Someone colder. Detached. But you… you’re different.”

YN’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Don’t let it fool you. I’m as dangerous as they come.”

Harry chuckled, the sound low and warm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Later, as they prepared for the mission, YN caught Harry watching her again.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, slipping a knife into her boot.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Why do you do it? The heists, the double life… What’s the endgame?”

She paused, considering her answer. “Freedom,” she said simply. “I’ve spent my whole life running—from debts, from mistakes, from people who wanted to control me. This job… it’s my way out.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Fair enough.”

“And what about you?” she countered. “Why MI6? Why risk your life for a government that probably sees you as expendable?”

His smile was faint, almost wistful. “Because someone has to. And I’m good at it.”

Their eyes met, a quiet understanding passing between them.

The mission began under the cover of darkness.

Harry and YN slipped back into Carlisle’s estate, their movements silent and precise. This time, they worked together seamlessly, their strengths complementing each other in ways neither had anticipated.

Harry disabled the perimeter alarms while YN picked the lock on a side entrance. Inside, they navigated the maze-like corridors with practiced ease, avoiding guards and security cameras with the skill of seasoned professionals.

At one point, they found themselves pressed against a wall, a pair of guards passing just inches away. YN could feel Harry’s breath against her ear, his presence both reassuring and distracting.

“Stay close,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

When they finally reached Carlisle’s office, the tension was nearly unbearable.

The Red Key sat on his desk, a small but menacing device that seemed almost innocuous in its simplicity.

“Is that it?” YN asked, her voice low.

Harry nodded. “That’s it.”

She moved to grab it, but Harry stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Wait,” he said, pointing to a faint red beam of light scanning the desk. “Laser tripwire. He’s not taking any chances.”

YN cursed under her breath. “Can you disable it?”

Harry smirked, pulling a small device from his pocket. “Watch and learn.”

The extraction was flawless—until it wasn’t.

As they exited the office, an alarm blared, shattering the silence. Carlisle’s men were on them in an instant, their shouts echoing through the halls.

“Go!” Harry shouted, shoving YN ahead of him.

They sprinted toward the exit, dodging bullets and ducking behind cover as the guards pursued them relentlessly.

When they finally reached the car, YN turned to Harry, her eyes blazing. “You planned this, didn’t you? You wanted the distraction!”

He didn’t deny it. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Before she could reply, the sound of approaching engines cut through the night. Carlisle’s men weren’t giving up without a fight

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simmerianne93 · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone!!! How are you today??

I'm in my pregnant era (in the sims xD) and as such, here you have some more pregnant poses for your sims to have some cute portraits at home!!!

I don't use to have pregnant sims in my saves 'cause I use to tell stories and for stories is really difficult to have babies 'cause basically they will not age up unless you do a timeskip, and for stories that is unconvinient... but as I'm doing the NSB challenge I have my oportunity now to have a sim pregnant and release some of these... haha

I still have one more package I want to make so let see if I can make them for next month, but I don't guarantee it, 'cause I haven't made them yet and June is almost here >.<

I made two versions this time, V1 is for 2nd trimester or a small belly, and V2 is for 3rd trimester or a big belly.

There's an ALL IN ONE added but is from pose #1 to pose #7 'cause last two poses use objects.

Anyway, I hope you like them, they're pretty funny:

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What is on it?

V1: 2nd trimester - V2: 3rd trimester

9 couple poses (made with a female rig and a modified male rig) + 2 all in one.

--- What do you need?

Andrew poses player.

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

"A hard place" chair from Outdoor Retreatment Gamepack.

"Simplicit-Ease" chair form Basegame.

Instructions in the original post.

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TOU

Do not claim my creations as your own.

Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — [Early access until June 14th, 2024]

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If you want to support me: Patreon | Ko-fi

All my poses overview: Pinterest | Wix | Tumblr

More in-game preview pics of all my poses: Instagram

My socials: Twitter | BlueSky | Instagram | Tumblr

Lives and videos: Youtube

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I really hope you like them and I will say in advance: Thank you so much for using them.

@ts4-poses

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taintedsoul-if · 6 days ago

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Welcome to the 5th installment of What to Expect From This Update. Can you believe we’re already at Chapter 4? Soon, my regular updates and demo drops will come to an end—and honestly, I’m almost a little sad. But hey, let’s not waste time. Let’s get right into it.

I’ve heard your cries about broken saves and having to replay the demo from scratch because I keep tinkering with the startup.txt. As many of you know, the demo has gotten pretty massive—so to ease the pain, I’ve added a jump_scene.txt file. For now, this will let you jump straight from the beginning to the first part of Chapter Three.

⚠️Note⚠️: This is still a work in progress, so please don’t expect perfection. It was originally planned for the sixth update... but I’ve been feeling a little idle lately and figured: why not?

If you're aiming to build romance points with T, I highly recommend replaying the demo from scratch. First-time readers should do the same to avoid any confusion with character points and progression.

To those of you choosing to wait for your destined one in the Ada branch: If you're not planning to romance Cadmus, please choose the other virgin option. The current one is connected to Cadmus’s storyline.

To access all available choices in Chapter 4’s opening, avoid selecting options related to your bedroom experience. While you can continue with your previous choices, if specific conditions aren’t met, you’ll be locked out of three other choices in this choice set. And as you all know—I refuse to add filler. 😉

What to Expect From This Update – 30k New Words of Content.

Learn to independently manifest Runic energy.

Finally confront Neosho — throw her out, or have Rallyum torture her for answers. The outcomes of this choice will begin to take effect in future chapters.

Officially begin the Gledir Academy Arc.

There’s something about the boy sitting beside you.

Most importantly, weigh in on two major policies that were put in place by your father. One of these will have a significant impact on Ragriel’s finances. The other will showcase the boy beside you's prowess.

If players aren’t on the romance path with Cadmus, he will fight the MC out of resentment.

What’s Coming in the Next Update?

The next update will focus entirely on the test matches. I know some of you will complain, but not everything should be rushed. Writing fight scenes is a pain in the ass for me — and I want them to be gripping enough to keep you on the edge of your seat.

New dates for each upcoming update will be posted in August for both Patreon and public readers, following the Patreon demo drop on July 21st. Since I’m already here writing this, I’ll go ahead and lump in my progress report too.

🗓️ My Week Ahead

It’ll be a straightforward week for me. I still need to take time off to handle some personal stuff. I’ve been sitting on a whole library of side stories from past lives between Cadmus, Atticus, and the MC, and honestly... I don’t know what to do with them. 😭 Here’s what I’ve got so far:

Military Cadmus × Broken-hearted MC, ft. a best friend who’s obsessively in love with the MC.

Delinquent MC × Hidden-identity Cadmus, who’s dealing with deep-rooted trauma.

“His Touch” — where the MC is forced to return home and ends up meeting a silver hair man their grandfather "adopted"... but that's a lie 👀

Now, I know some of you are probably raising an eyebrow and thinking, “But what about the other ROs? That’s not fair!" I hear you. And yes — I do have side story files for both N and T, if anyone’s curious.

T’s side story is a heterosexual romance

N’s side story is a gay romance (yes, yaoi!) 🌈

✍️ Writing Plans

Over the weekend, I plan to get a head start on the test match scenes. In between that, I’ll be scribbling away at the side stories. Honestly — I think my paid readers would probably prefer more of my actual writing over lore dumps and truth/truth sessions — so in August, I’ll be releasing one side story per month for Patreon supporters. So yeah, my week ahead is kinda boring... but meh, progress is progress.

The side stories I’ll be offering won’t just be extras — they’ll each be treated like mini interactive fictions, which means every side story will get a demo of its own. And no, just because I’m writing side stories doesn’t mean Tainted Souls is being abandoned. My demo and I are here to stay, whether you like it or not.

This demo—I’m finishing it. Even if I’m on my deathbed, I’ll finish it and move on to Arc 2. So please — don’t jump to conclusions. Sometimes, we all just need a break from the intensity of the main story to enjoy a side plot that makes absolutely no damn sense, and that’s okay.

And lastly, I’ve finished my round of edits. All that’s left is for me to run my random tests and then publish the chapter opening on Monday. Looks like my progress report turned out to be just one line, huh? 😂

Tomorrow evening, a poll will be posted where public readers will get a small taste of one of the possible upcoming side stories. Since this is all about side stories, Cadmus will not be excluded — his past life memories with the MC are just as precious as any other RO's. Please vote for the one you’d like to see first.

Important note: All of Cadmus’s side stories will feature his split personality — Cold and aloof by day, warm and gentle by night. These side stories will contain strictly NSFW content 🔞 — no fade-to-black. You’ve been warned.

I’m still considering launching a new tier on Patreon, but nothing’s been decided yet. So while I sort that out, think carefully about what side story you’d like me to write first — and I’ll do my best to fulfill your wishes. May the odds be ever in your favor when the results come in. 😌

I truly hope you all enjoy your weekend and the week ahead. Until next time — take care of yourselves. And I hope my silence on this blog hasn’t bothered you too much. I sometimes forget I need to check in, answer asks, and just talk to you all. So if I’ve been quiet, forgive me.

#progress report × what to expect from this update #opening of chap4 #21st of july

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