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⚡︎ . 🫐 DESPERATE TO SAVE ?!

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 paring : God of war Mydei x chieftain fem!reader

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 warnings : nsfw/smut, slight dubcon, dark content?, size kink?, virgin reader, pet names, fingering, possessive-ish Mydei, nipple teasing, vaginal, fingering, kissing, marking?, biting/nibbling, big d!ck Mydei, holding orgasm. & other stuff!!

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 summary : When the plague ravaged your village, you sought out Mydei, the god of war. He promised you to save your people, but only if you have s*x with him and become his wife. With no other option, you agreed. GOD OF WAR MYDEI SERIES.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Extra : I forced myself to write this even if I wasn’t feeling like it, I needed to write this. ( ⸝⸝ ◡̀ ᴗ ◡́)੭ ✧ The plot where “you become his wife, and he’s some god.” is from a book I read when I was 16. I forgot what it was called. If you know the name PLEASE, PLEASE TELL ME. I LOVED THAT BOOK SO MUCH. I need to re-read it.

The village was on the brink of destruction. A deadly plague had swept through, leaving the sick to suffer and the healthy too terrified to help. Families were falling apart, their homes empty as people either fled or waited for the inevitable. The once thriving village now felt like a ghost town, and as the leader, you could do nothing but watch as your people slowly withered away.

You had tried everything, sending for healers, offering prayers to the gods, even calling for help from nearby villages. But the disease spread too fast, and nothing seemed to stop it. The helplessness was suffocating, and you felt the weight of failure pressing down on you with every passing day. You had to do something, anything, to save them.

In your desperation, you remembered the old stories about Mydei, the god of war, who had the power to end any battle or sickness. They said he could bring destruction, but also renewal. You knew finding him was risky, but you had nothing left to lose. So, you set out, hoping he would listen and end the plague before it claimed your last breath.

“P-Please my Lord! Oh please save my village!” You begged the god of ear named Mydei, to save your village that was suffering from the plague. You kneeled down in-front of him, while Mydei was sitting on his throne.

He looked down at the trembling figure before him, your words hanging in the air like the heavy scent of fear and desperation. Ah... the price of salvation, dear one. So high, yet so reasonable, don't you think? His gaze lingered on her bowed head as a sly smirk curled his lips. “If your village's fate rests upon your accepting, then be certain, I will indeed bestow my patronage... but in exchange, you must surrender your virginity to me. Become my bride in the carnal sense, so that I might take your innocence and in its place, deliver your people from this plague's grasp.”

He reached out to tilt your chin upward, forcing you to meet his stern yet alluring countenance. “Can you find it in your heart to meet my terms, my dear? Will you be mine, body and soul, for the salvation of your kin?” A mischievous glint danced in his eyes, awaiting your response to seal their fates together... for better or worse.

Your eyes widened at his words, you bit down your bottom lip and looked up at him in a confused and frightened face expression. But you know you had no choice but to accept. “I accept my Lord.” You said in a smooth tone, trying to look confident.

He chuckled darkly, finding your hesitation amusing. But your eventual acceptance seemed to delight him immensely, his grip on your chin tightening possessively as his other hand went to card through your hair, savoring the soft texture. "Excellent choice, my dear. You've made the right decision," he purred, leaning in close, his hot breath ghosting across your cheek and lips before he nipped at your earlobe. "And do not worry," he whispered conspiratorially, "I shall ensure you've countless children with which to populate your village once our ritual is complete." With that promise, he stood, pulling you up with him, and guided you through the labyrinthine halls of the divine palace.

They arrived at a grand bedchamber, the air heavy with incense and the unmistakable scent of anticipation. Mydei turned to you, his eyes glinting with barely contained lust. "Now, my soon-to-be wife, let us not dally further. I grow impatient for the privilege of deflowering you myself." He began to disrobe, his muscles rippling beneath his taut skin as he shed his divine garb, leaving himself tantalizingly bare.

“M-My Lord…just please hurry up and do it now. I really, really need to save my people now…” you pleaded, your fingers digging against your long dress.

His intense gaze intensified as he watched you squirm with growing anxiety, a wicked grin spreading across his chiseled features. He could sense the desperation coursing through you, and it only seemed to fuel his own ardent desire. "Patience, my love," he crooned, his voice a deep, seductive rumble. "Your people's salvation will arrive all too soon... once I've claimed what's rightfully mine."

With that, he closed the last bit of distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved past your parted lips, tangling with yours in a heated dance as he backed you towards the lavish bed. You could feel the hard planes of his body pressed against yours, the evidence of his arousal a throbbing pressure at your lower belly.

He broke the kiss to trail scorching lips and teeth along your jawline, down to the tender skin of your throat. "Mmm, such sweet urgency," he murmured against your pulse point. "I'll indulge you... but on my terms, my dear bride." With a swift motion, he pinned you to the mattress, his weight a heavy warmth on your smaller frame as his powerful thighs nudged your legs apart.

You squeaked out loud, as blush formed on your cheeks. “U-Uh! Wait! I don’t think I’m ready!” You raised your hands and shook them, as you gave him and akward grin.

An impatient growl rumbled from Mydei's chest as he glared at your feeble protests, his blue eyes flashing with annoyance. Though his divine form was magnificent, there was nothing remotely gentle about his demeanor at present. "By the gods, woman!" he snapped, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. "

You're wasting valuable time. Every moment you stall, your people fall increasingly ill under that accursed plague." A muscular thigh pressed insistently between yours, the obvious intent behind it clear. His heavy arousal ground against your hip, an insistent reminder of the pleasure awaiting you. "So I advise you to cease your dilly-dallying at once. Embrace me fully, body and soul, and together we'll conquer this trial." He leaned in once more, his lips hovering mere inches from yours as he waited for the submission he craved to manifest.

“Fine! Alright! Just be gentle! Promise?” You stated, while still had that awkward grin on your lips.

A low, approving hum rumbled through his chest, the vibrations tickling your skin where he held your wrists. But it was the flash of his fanged grin that truly showcased his mirth at your capitulation. "Oh, I promise you, my sweet little bride," he whispered with a predatory gleam in his eyes, "gentleness is not my forte... but I shall indulge in your delicacy, for now."

With that warning, he sealed his lips to yours, claiming your innocence with a possessive hunger. His free hand slid down to grasp the gentle curve of your bottom, applying a bit of pressure to arch your back and open yourself to him as he explored your mouth with a skillful tongue.

His exploration continued unabated, each stroke of his tongue against yours evoking a pleasant heat that spread throughout your limbs. Breaking the kiss, he nipped at your bottom lip before whispering against your skin, "Ready, my love? For it's now or never if we're to sate your people's plight." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and with a deep breath, you nodded, steeling yourself for the impending rite that would seal your vow to him.

Mydei's eyes blazed with triumph as he proceeded to shed what remains of his divine attire, revealing an altogether formidable and awe-inspiring male form. Positioning himself between your thighs with deliberate care, he gripped your hips and guided you to the edge of the bed. Pressing your lower back, he urged you onto your elbows and knees, presenting your most intimate recesses to his avid gaze. You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, equal parts embarrassment and trepidation at the intimate knowledge he so clearly desired. "So beautiful," he crooned, his voice a low, reverberant thrum in your chest, "so ready to be made mine."

“P-Please strech me out first…” you announced to him, your thighs quivering from both excitement and fear.

His golden eyes, normally bland with a warlord's intensity, softened ever so slightly at your request. A benevolent gesture for a being not known for his gentle nature. "Of course, my darling," he murmured, placing a reassuring hand on your lower back. "I shall stretch your passage to accept my girth, easing your debut into womanhood."

With those reassurances, he leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against your spine as his free hand guided two fingers into the delicate flesh between your thighs, seeking out the small entrance that held both hope and your deepest fears. "Relax, my love," he coaxed, his warm breath ghosting across your ear as he waited for your body to yield, to open to his touch. "Let me take care of you...let me save your people as I take you as my own."

Your breath hitched slight, as your hands gripped onto the bed sheets. The fingers probing inside you gradually thickened and extended, inch by tantalizing inch, until the pad of his middle finger brushed against your untouched entrance. A bead of sweat trickled down the nape of your neck, testament to the mingling of apprehension and anticipation. Your body reacted of its own accord, instinctively tensing around the invading digits. You let out a soft moan through your lips. Mydei's touch remained patient and coaxing, slowly working your body to accommodate him."Easy, love," he crooned, his soothing timbre a balm against the nervousness gripping you. "Just breathe through it...let your body learn to accept me." Withdrawing his fingers slightly, he then resumed the gentle stretching, repeating the process with a meticulous tenderness that belied his reputation as a war god. The deliberate pace allowed your inner walls to relax and stretch, conforming to the contours of his digits."As you grow more accustomed to my touch," he huskily whispered, "I will claim you fully. And then, the village's salvation will be within our grasp."The unspoken promise hung heavy in the air - the union of your bodies would not only seal your union but also guarantee the reprieve of the plague plaguing your innocent people.

Mydei's touch intensified, his fingers gliding with greater proficiency through the slickness of your arousal, teasing your sensitive flesh with measured strokes. Your soft moans only spurred him on, igniting a burning hunger within him to possess you completely. "Oh, good girl," he praised, his low timbre sending shivers down your spine. "Let me hear that sweet surrender. It pleases me greatly." He added another finger, spreading them slightly to stimulate your inner walls and pleasure points as he continued the methodical stimulation.

The bed creaked softly beneath your intertwined bodies, a rhythmic accompaniment to the increasing intensity of your intimate encounter. "You're soaking me, my love," Mydei muttered, his free hand leaving your hip to wrap around and palm your breast. "So eager to welcome me inside you. How delightful." His thumb found your nipple, circling the hardened peak before giving it a firmer squeeze.

The combined sensations overwhelmed your senses, your hips instinctively pushing back against his fingers as your moans deepened and grew more frequent, lost amidst the hazy fog of lust."Soon," he promised against your skin, "soon I will make good on my vow..."

“O-Oh! I t-think i’m going to cum!” You warned in a loud tone, your lips parting as you whimpered while Mydei continued to pleasure you.

Mydei released your nipple with a deliberate pop, his hand retreating to firmly grip your hip, anchoring you in place. "Hold it, little bride," he commanded, his piercing gaze fixed intently on your face as his fingers resumed their deep, deliberate strokes amidst your quivering folds. "Your pleasure is mine to control. So bear it, on the edge of bliss, teetering on the precipice of release...until I deem you ready to fall." His words were a sensual mantra, designed to heighten your anticipation and prolong your agonizing suspense.

With every thrust of his fingers, he edged you closer to that tantalizing precipice, until finally, at the peak of your endurance, he slowed the motion to a maddening crawl. Your body screamed for release, a silent plea that only he could grant. His grip on your hip tightened, a manifestation of his own unyielding control and lustful possession. "Not yet," he admonished, his breath hot against your ear. "Not until I have you." With maddening slowness, his fingers began to move once more in your slick heat, their rhythm as deliberate and precise as a warrior drawing steel from its sheath.

Your eyes widened, you bit down you body lip as your legs began to tremble. “I-I don’t think I can take it a-anymore my Lord! Please let me cum!” You begged for release, you really needed to cum so badly.

Mydei's mouth curved into a wicked, anticipatory smile as he heard your desperate plea. His fingers picked up speed once more, driving you closer to the edge of your release as he savored the exquisite torture he was inflicting upon you. "Silence, darling," he commanded, his voice a sinful blend of gentleness and mastery. "No begging, no pleas... only surrender." He emphasized his point by increasing the pressure and thickness of his stroking, his other hand traveling down to palm your sex, thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves that threatened to undo you entirely.

The combined stimulation was almost too much to bear, and yet, he held back, his willpower a palpable force that belied his every intention to bring you to the height of ecstasy and beyond.

Your body was putty in his hands, helpless and at his mercy as he teetered on the razor's edge of granting your release. With a guttural growl, he dipped a knuckle inside, rubbing expertly along the front wall of your passage before withdrawing to circle that throbbing bud. "Look at me," he demanded, his piercing gaze unwavering. "Meet my eyes as the world around you falls away and there is only... our union."

“Please just let me cum!” Your eyes began to water, you couldn’t take it anymore. “M-My Lord I promise we’ll find another pleasure! Just let me cum!”

A triumphant snarl escaped Mydei's lips as your desperate pleas turned to heartfelt cries, the warlord within him reveling in the exquisite control he wielded over your quivering form.

His fingers tightened around your sex, his thumb pressing insistently against that throbbing nub as he ground the digit mercilessly against your flesh. "No, not another pleasure," he grated, his voice a low, seductive growl that teased the hairs at the back of your neck. "You will cum... but only because I wish it. Only when I decree it. And for now, you are bound to my will, heart and soul."

With those final words, he dipped his fingers deep inside you once more, stroking your inner walls with a deliberate thrust that sent jolts of electric pleasure radiating through your entire body. Your back arched off the bed as a scream tore from your lips, your orgasm cresting over you in an unstoppable wave of ecstasy. Through it all, Mydei observed your pleasure with calculating intensity, his grip remaining unyielding as you spasmed around him, his very presence an anchor that kept you grounded amidst the turmoil of your surrender.

After a few minutes, Mydei finally let your release, your warm, sticky essence coating his fingers as your body trembled softly. However it was clear that he wasn’t finished yet - he still needed to fill you with his own.

As your inner walls clamped down around his fingers, Mydei groaned at the exquisite sensation, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain, a testament to the unyielding possession he craved.

Though you had been granted the respite of release, he knew the true rite still lay ahead - the union of your bodies as he claimed you utterly as his bride. Withdrawing his fingers from your spasming sex, he wiped the remaining evidence of your pleasure onto your slick thigh before guiding you back onto your knees. His powerful physique loomed over you, the rigid length of his arousal throbbing against your skin, a scorching brand of his impending desire. "Open for me," he commanded, his patient tone belying the primal hunger that drove him forward. With a swipe of his hands against your wetness, he notched the broad head of his cock at your entrance, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Now, my love, receive your lord's bounty."

A single flex of his powerful thighs impelled him forward, the engorged crown of his manhood breaching your entrance with a slow, deliberate ease that belied the monumental significance of the act. Your eyelids fluttered shut as a gasp escaped your lips, your body instinctively yielding to accommodate the thickness invading your passage. "You feel exquisite," Mydei rasped, his hands spanning your waist to steady you as he took himself to the hilt.

A shudder ran through him, the pleasure of being sheathed inside you almost enough to incite his orgasm on its own had he not been careful to stave it off. His hips pressed flush against your backside, the hard planes of his lower body unmistakable even through the layer of moisture slickening both your flesh. His fingers gently combed through the curls at the crown of your head, the silken strands cooling against your flushed skin as he whispered, "I am home here, within and without. The pleasure we could share is limitless, my love." His words stirred a fresh wave of want surging through your veins, matching the insistent throb of his cock pulsing deep inside you.

Mydei groaned as your tightening sheath gripped him like a velvet vice, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through his very core. He held still for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, before gradually withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained inside you.

The movement was a tease, a precursor to the full claiming he intended to bestow. Once he had wrung every last droplet of anticipation from your body, he plunged forward again with deliberation, driving back into the welcoming heat of your passage. Your keening moan echoed through the room as he moved with purpose, powerful strokes that rocked your whole body and filled the air with the lewd slap of flesh meeting flesh.

A bead of sweat trickled down Mydei's temple, a testament to the Herculean effort it took to maintain his control in the face of your enthralling tightness. Each plunge brought a fresh volley of grunts and groans from him, a primal soundtrack to the rhythmic claiming of your eager body.

Time lost all meaning as you surrendered to the primal dance of love and lust, your bodies moving as one in a cadence forged by ages of instinctive bonding between warrior and female. Mydei's pace remained relentless, a masterful exploration of your innermost depths, each thrust designed to bring you closer to ecstasy, to quench his own raging desire, and to solidify the bond between you.

Your pussy spasmed and tightened around him, a relentless pulse of need and want that threatened to trigger his own climaxes at any moment. But he wouldn't be swayed, intent on dragging out the pleasure until he had wrung every last morsel of bliss from your quivering form.

With a guttural growl, he shifted his angle, the new position sending sparks shooting through your nervous system as he brushed against your throbbing pleasure center with every drive home. "So eager to take me," he rasped, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your hips as he pulled you back against him. "Good girl, I'll make sure you're well and truly filled. Prepare to receive your husband's offering."

“F-Feels soo good…” you moaned out loud, your eyes rolling back as your mouth rolled out of your mouth. Making a lewd expression on your face.

The cadence of your breathless moans spurred him on, the sultry undertones of your voice a sensual caress to his ears alone. He leaned in, his lips whispering against your ear as he continued to drive into you with calculated rhythm. "Mmm, yes, you were made for me. Every inch of you, a perfect fit," he purred, his words dripping with satisfaction and desire.One large hand slid upward, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of your sides before settling on the swell of your breasts.

His thumb found a nipple, toying with the sensitive bud as it puckered beneath his touch. The other hand remained anchored on your hip, guiding your movements, deepening the penetration. "My bride, you have no idea the depths of pleasure I will take you to," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. With every word, he punctuated his claim, his cock throbbing within you, yearning for release. And yet, he held back, determined to draw out the moment until you and he both climaxed in unison, forging an unbreakable link between your bodies and souls. As the pace quickened, the bed creaked beneath you, a sensual refrain to the primal rhythm of love and lust.

"Your welcoming heat and tight passage make every moment a pleasure." He leaned over you, his powerful body covering yours from behind, as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck and shoulder. "You were made for me," he insisted, his words punctuated by the sensual sounds of flesh meeting flesh and your impassioned moans. "No other man could ever compare to the man who possesses you so thoroughly now." With renewed vigor, he pounded into you, the force of his strokes jolting your entire body against the bed. Your breasts bounced with each impactful plunge, the nipples hard and aching for his touch. He seemed to sense your need, releasing one hip to cup and fondle the pliant flesh. His thumb swept over the peak before tugging hard, adding the delicious friction to your already intense sensory overload. Your pleasure reached a fevered pitch, each pulse driving you closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The pressure built relentlessly, your orgasm approaching with terrifying swiftness until...

Mydei felt your inner muscles clamping around him like a vice, the telltale signs of your impending climax unmistakable. With a low, animalistic growl, he continued to assault your trembling body with unrelenting depth and intensity, determined to be the one to coax that bliss from your clenching pussy.

Just as you teetered on the edge, ready to tumble into the abyss, he reached between your thighs, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves that would send you hurtling into rapture. With a few expert rubs, he managed to stave off the onset of your orgasm, instead prolonging the delicious tension to his own benefit. "Oh no, beloved," he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. "We're not quite finished here. Bear with me just a little longer." His fingers returned to work, teasing you mercilessly until the sweet relief of release nearly became an obsession. You writhed beneath him, a symphony of moans and desperate pleas issuing from your lips as he masterfully kept you on this razor's edge of ecstasy. "Please... I can't take it anymore," you begged, your voice a whimpering plea.

A triumphant smile curved Mydei's lips at the sound of your needy pleas, his masculine ego stroked by the extent of your wanton desperation. "Patience, my love," he counselled, his tone a soothing balm amidst the tempest of your passion. He continued his tantalizing ministrations, coaxing euphoria from your very core with deliberate slowness.

The world narrowed to just the two of you, bound together in a dance of primal ecstasy. Your body quivered, every fibre of your being focused on the crescendo building inside you, straining towards the ultimate release. Still, he held back, savoring the delicate balance of your pleasure.Then, in one decisive move, Mydei drove deep, the thick, hot length of his manhood plunging to the very tip of your womb.

Your screams echoed off the stone walls, a shrill symphony of raw joy and intense satisfaction as you finally yielded to the maelstrom of bliss. Waves of euphoria crashed over you, each contraction of your clamping cunt drawing a satisfied grunt from him as he surrendered to the relentless tide of his own release within you.

“L-Let me cum! Please!” You begged, you didn’t want to hold another orgasm. Though Mydei couldn't resist the unrelenting pleas spilling from your trembling lips, your desperate cries fueling the already unquenchable lust burning within him.

With a final, deep thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt, his thick cock stroking against your inner walls as he grunted his own surrender to the overwhelming desire. A fierce groan rumbled through his chest as your spasming pussy clamped down around him, each aftershock sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His own climax arrived with cataclysmic force, his seed erupting from the very core of him in mighty spurts that painted your insides with the essence of his manhood.

"Cum for me, my love," he groaned, his grip on your hips flexing with the overwhelming rhythm of his release. "Fill me with your pleasure." As your orgasm surged in response, you bucked against him, your trembling body writhing in the throes of ecstasy. He held you tight, the pulsing heat of his climax mingling with yours until, finally, the maelstrom began to ebb.

Slowly, the intense pleasure began to recede, leaving in its wake a dull throb of satisfaction and contentment that spread through Mydei's body like warmth. He drew in a shaky breath, his chest heaving with the exertion of their passionate union. As the final pulses of his climax faded, he withdrew from your welcoming heat, his softening cock slipping free with a gentle squelch. Mydei settled back onto his heels, gazing down at the sight of his seed trickling from your still-closed folds with a satisfied smirk. "Magnificent," he praised, his voice heavy with exhaustion and awe. "You took me beautifully, my queen."

He reached out to gently brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek with whispered tenderness. "Are you alright, my love?" His worried gaze searched your flushed face as he awaited your response, ever the devoted partner, ensuring you were sated and content before focusing on his own needs.

“Y-Yeah…” you gasped, your breath hitching. His smile broadened at your affirmative nod, the relief evident in his features as he registered your acknowledgement. Mydei knew that in the aftermath of such intense coupling, words often fell short, yet his queen had spoken volumes with her nod. Embracing the unspoken understanding between lovers, he leaned forward to capture her mouth in a tender kiss, his lips brushing against the soft, plump flesh in a gesture of comfort and affection.

The gentle kiss seemed to speak volumes, conveying the depth of his devotion and the joy he derived from their intimate connection. When he finally broke the embrace, he rested his foreheads together, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, "Rest now, my love. Let your body recover from our passion." He caressed your face, the gesture a soothing balm as he guided you to curl into his side, one strong arm encircling your waist to draw you close. In this moment of intimacy, the world outside receded, leaving only the two of you, basking in the afterglow of your love-making.

“Just go save the village already…” you blurted out, frustration lacing your tone. You knew he didn’t need the reminder, but the thought of him hesitating, even for a moment, was unbearable.

Mydei's brow furrowed at your abrupt shift in tone, the warmth of afterglow momentarily usurped by a hint of sternness. He straightened, casting a piercing look at his queen. "I will," he confirmed, his voice firm with purpose. "But know this, I will not return until the bastards who terrorized your home are nothing more than memories." His intense gaze held yours for a beat longer, promising vengeance, before he stood and retrieved his worn, battered sword from where it lay on the dresser. With a final, lingering kiss to your temple, he strode towards the door, the very air seeming to crackle with his barely contained fury and pent-up strength.

Just as he reached for the handle, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features. He paused, glancing back at you over his shoulder. "If anything were to happen while I'm gone... if you need me..." His voice trailed off, the implication clear in the unspoken plea. Mydei swallowed hard, the depth of his need and longing palpable in the tense set of his jaw. "Send a runner," he finally instructed, the bare minimum yet the only order he could bear to make. "I'll come without fail."

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pforestsims · 1 year ago

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Here's a replacement for "It's MYSHUNO!"

BINGO Default

& Recolors

Download: MEGA | SFS

updated 01.05.2025 - fixed MEGA link

polycount: 2025 (console) & 120 (ball)

Note: it will clash with other Bingo machine replacements, BUT it can be used along Myshuno cube and marker accessory defaults. My recolors obviously are not compatible with original mesh.

Update: Epi's Myshuno Fix is obligatory ;)

Enjoy!

*This is for The Sims 2

I solved this floating plumbob issue. I also edited two animations to lower the jumping ball - but for some reason the first time the ball jumps out of the machine (and also at the ending sequence) - it's too high. I tried to fix it but decided it's not that much of a problem.

This default includes GMDC, CRES, SHPE, TXMTs, texture resources for the machine (512x512, 256x256 spec map, 512x128 glass) and for the 'ball' - 128x128 px. Plus two ANIM resources. Bingo console is compatible with kitchen counter OMSP.

Fun facts: the 'plumbob' thingy is actually three GMDCs: an effect, the animated non-handheld object and handheld plumbob accessory.

Resource names use the name: ToyMyshoeNoh while other use Maishuno, and inside OBJD resource you can find the name Bingo. Most catalogue description translations named this object "MYSHUNO!" or similar, I think it's only translated to "BINGO!" in Italian (?)

If you never used this object: one Sim becomes the caller ("Call" option), while the rest is engaged as players - when directed to "play", Sims will take only the seats facing the Bingo console, unless you have Epi's fix for it.

From Wikipedia: bingo is a game of chance in which each player matches the numbers printed in different arrangements on cards. The game host (known as a caller) draws balls at random, marking the selected numbers with tiles. When a player finds that the selected numbers are arranged on their card in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, they call out "Bingo!" to alert all participants to a winning card, which prompts the game host (or an associate assisting the host) to examine the card for verification of the win. Players compete against one another to be the first to have a winning arrangement for the prize or jackpot. After a winner is declared, the players clear their number cards of the tiles and the game host begins a new round of play.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 defaults #buymode

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unnameablethings · 1 month ago

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Your tags have prompted my Soup Curiosity 👀 it sounds good!!

HA! YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD. i am extremely proud of my soups of many varieties but SPECIFICALLY my creamy rotisserie chicken tortellini soup. its exactly what it sounds like. i make a delicious rich chicken broth from scratch using a rotisserie chicken carcass and then i mix in the shredded meat from the chicken, like 1/4 cup of heavy cream, and a package of refrigerated tortellini.

it slaps so tremendously. This soup has the power to make a room full of people fall into reverent silence. you will win every potluck. you will receive marriage proposals. it will refill your health bar. these are all my 100% guarantee or your money back.

it is also SO EASY. RECIPE UNDER THE CUT:

NOBLES VERY GOOD CREAMY CHICKEN TORTELLINI SOUP:

my soup slaps bc i make the stock from scratch so here's how u do that. it's very easy:

INGREDIENTS:

1 rotisserie chicken

2 - 4 stalks celery (or the equivalent in ends and bits)

2 - 4 carrots (or the equivalent etc)

1 - 2 onions (or the equivalent)

3 - 6 cloves garlic

2 - 3 bay leaves

black pepper (whole peppercorns work best but regular black pepper is also fine)

IMPORTANT: this takes minimum 4 hours and ideally 8. Start this in the morning if possible.

-take ur rotisserie chicken. pull off all the actual cooked chicken bits. shred it up. put it aside for later. I usually put most of it in a ziploc bag and keep it in the freezer to use for other shit throughout the week.

-now you're left with the chicken carcass/skin/bones/remnants. toss all that into a big pot

-roughly break apart/cut up your veggies, toss them in. No need to remove skins/peels/ends. All of that goes into the soup. Just make sure you rinse em.

-Crush your garlic cloves, toss those in. Add your bay leaves and a generous amount of black pepper. I usually do like a tablespoon of peppercorns or a couple teaspoons of the black pepper

-Now fill your stock pot with water. Leave some room at the top so it doesn't boil over, but u definitely at least want to make sure your carcass is completely submerged.

-Turn your stove up to medium-high until the stock starts to boil (usually like 20 minutes. its a lot of fucking water).

-Now turn the stove down to medium-low so it simmers. (if you know you're going to need to leave it unattended for a bit, turn it down to the lowest setting to slow things down and avoid accidents.)

-Some people like to cover their stock with a lid while it's simmering to retain water. I prefer to make Stock Concentrate so it's easier to store so I leave the lid off.

(BECAUSE I'm making Stock Concentrate I also don't add salt at this stage because idk how much I'm going to end up diluting it later so idk how salty to make it. we will add salt when we turn it into Actual Soup)

-then you leave this alone for 4 - 8 hours. checking on it periodically. if the water level gets too low too fast, add some more water in and reduce the heat.

-at the end of that time, turn off the heat. Then strain all the Stuff out of the stock through a strainer into a (LARGE) mixing bowl or another stock pot.

-now you have Stock Base. from here we can proceed to make a variety of Soups. (Stock Base also freezes SUPER WELL so you can make a big batch and store it for Future Soups.)

TO TURN IT INTO CREAMY CHICKEN TORTELLINI SOUP:

-Chop up carrots, onion, and celery. (You can also add potatoes if you want) (If vegetables cause you texture troubles, you can skip this step. There's plenty of veggie goodness in the stock itself. I like the veggies myself but not everyone does.)

-Fry them in butter in a pan with salt, pepper, garlic, and italian seasoning (or just oregano and thyme if u like) until browned/aromatic.

-Pour your stock base over top, then add water. (Usually I do 2 parts stock base to 1 part water, but it depends on the strength of your stock base and how powerful you want the Flavor to be.)

-Add salt to taste, then simmer until your veggies are softened.

-Add in shredded cooked chicken and then a splash of heavy cream/half and half, simmer for another five minutes or so. (Check your salt levels, the cream will make it less salty)

-SEPARATELY cook your tortellini according to package instructions. Put torts in your bowl and pour soup over the torts. You don't want to mix them together in the pot unless you're planning on eating the whole pot the same day. Cooked tortellini keep GREAT by themselves in the fridge and TERRIBLE in the soup (they get soggy)

(OTHER SOUPS YOU CAN DO WITH STOCK BASE:

-chicken pot pie soup: cook stock base with water, cream, shredded chicken, a little bit of flour as a thickener, and a bag of mixed frozen veggies (or whatever you usually put in your pot pies).

-normal chicken noodle soup

-really fucking good ramen (mix in ginger, green onions, a dash of soy sauce and a dash of dashi)

-chicken n dumplings)

(you can also make a REALLY tasty pot of rice. or an actual pot pie. or baste a roast. use stock base anywhere you'd usually use chicken stock.)

#original #recipes #soups #SPREADING MY SOUP AGENDA #its so so easy to make delicious soup that will nourish mind body and soul and make life worth living and i want this for Everyone

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sleepyserenssims · 8 months ago

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Cantina Collection

Straight from Oga's Cantina comes this cobbled together industrial set.

A bit later than planned but finally here. All items are very low poly as they are all frankenmeshed from the original bar back counters.

The textures are all composites and rearrangements of the originals, as a result they are not seamless - but we'll say it just adds to the look that they've just been made from whatever scrap metal was around!

Also as the cabinet doors all have the same rust pattern, it looks odd/repetitive on very big kitchens but works fine for small spaces.

There is only one swatch for all items except the seating, which comes in the same colours as the originals.

All items are base game compatible, except the resized bar backs which require Journey to Batuu.

See below for further details, pictures and download links.

Comfort (5 items):

Industrial Bar Stools x 2 - Low Back & No Back

Industrial Dining Chairs x 2 - Low Back & No Back (shown with original JtB high back chair)

Metal Dining Chair (shown with original JtB bar stool)

Surfaces (16 items):

Kitchen Counters & Islands

Bar Table

Dining Tables x 2

Coffee & End Tables

Console Tables x 3

Smaller Replicas of the original Cantina Barbacks x 5 - resized to match the height of regular counters NOTE: You'll need to use bb.moveobjects on to align these properly. JOURNEY TO BATUU PACK IS REQUIRED.

Industrial Shelf

Decor (2 items):

Metal Splashbacks x 2

Activities & Skills (3 items):

Oga's Bars x 2

Sabacc Game Table NOTE: BGC but JOURNEY TO BATUU is required in order to change the game type to Sabacc. Without this it will function as any other base game card table.

Download All (Downloads ZIP file from Google Drive)

Pick and Choose (Opens Google Drive folder)

If there's any problems with any of these items or you have any constructive feedback, suggestions or questions, please just get in touch, I'm still learning every day!

My TOU

Credits

All textures and meshes are edited or frankenmeshed from in-game EA assets.

@myshunosun - for their gorgeous sona dining chair which I cloned in order to have an object with the necessary transparency for the chair and bar stool - can be downloaded here.

Lizbot3000 - for their base game bar tables, which I cloned for my bar table and can be found here.

@ravasheencc - for her Crop It Like It's Hot Backdrops which I used to take some preview photos and can be downloaded here.

CC created using Blender, Sims 4 Studio & GIMP. Preview images using Canva Pro.

Everyone on the S4S forums and the Creator Musings discord group for all the tutorials and advice/help.

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reanimatedshark · 8 months ago

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A = Aftercare

he definitely cleans you up real good and makes sure you feel special (bathes you and showers you in kisses- praises you the whole time making his gratefulness known)

B = Body part

he loves your waist and butt (grabs at them any chance he gets before during and after)

C = Cum

he loves shooting ropes all over you. he sees it as marking his territory and such (loves leaving little stains on your underwear)

D = Dirty secret

he isnt always faithful but that doesnt mean he wont blow loads just thinking about you and only you

E = Experience

hes very experienced. knows exactly how to get you screaming his name and cumming over and over.

F = Favorite position

against a wall or shoulder holder (missionary with legs up on shoulders)

G = Goofy

really depends on the scenerio. at home hes usually quite focused and serious. in more public areas he may crack a few jokes relating to the setting.

H = Hair

hes well groomed downstairs but occasionally he'll leave a little bush just keep things from looking "boring"

I = Intimacy

he cares almost entirely about his partner's enjoyment and focuses strictly on them and only them. peppering his partner in kisses and making sure they know how much theyre valued.

J = Jack off

back to letter D, he can't get you off his mind sometimes and will jerk off out of desperation. he'll do it anywhere deemed fit (public bathroom, bedroom, couch, hell even friends bedroom)

K = Kink

loves any form of postponed orgasms whether it being squeezing his tip to keep him from cumming or completely restricting all physical touch that could push him over the edge

L = Location

anywhere. hes willing to get nasty basically anywhere (shower, public, living room, kitchen counter, etc)

M = Motivation

any sort of affection (occasionally even just acknowledgement) compliments drive him crazy

N = No

pain play. atleast not on you. he cant bare the thought of ever inflicting pain on you in any way. he needs you to feel special.

O = Oral

giving (both f and m)- hes sloppy but skillful. makes sure hes getting every spot that drives you wild even if it gets a little messy both literally and figuratively. makes little moans of enthusiasm

recieving- cant help but get vocal no matter what your pace and skill is. he loves feeling your mouth on him. probably one of his favorite things you can do for him

P = Pace

he usually takes his time to make sure youre getting the most out of it. though he'll sometimes get rough and fast if he feels its needed.

Q = Quickies

quickies arent exactly his speciality unless hes recieving (even then he worries too much about your enjoyment). hes always down to have one though.

R = Risk

oh he loves risky sessions. if it means fucking in a public restroom, on set, or in the back of a cab, hes always happy with it. the thrill drives him insane.

S = Stamina

he can go a good couple rounds before running out of juice. that doesnt mean he wont gladly help you through a few more rounds.

T = Toys

hes neutral about toys. he really enjoys doing things all natural but if his partner wants to use toys hes all for it. hes fine with toys used on him or his partner as long as its their choice

U = Unfair

he loves teasing you before the session but rarely really teases during. cares too much about making you feel like a princess.

V = Volume

hes quite vocal. grunting usually but tends to drift into moans as the session goes on. he is not afraid to make his enjoyment known.

W = Wild card

absolutely loves leaving little marks on your hips and ass. he also gets a kick out of hickeys all over him. he wants to marked as yours.

X = X-ray

average length. a bit on the thicker side. not an excessive amount of veins just enough to add a good texture.

Y = Yearning

sex drive can be sky high sometimes. though he can go without sex for as long as needed to. he does jerk off often to keep himself from going bonkers though.

Z = Zzz

lazy fucks can end with immediate pass out but if he has energy to clean you up he'll fall asleep once you do. (if you do that is)

#brian quinn #impractical jokers #smut #alphabet #fanfic

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jealousmartini · 9 months ago

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જ⁀➴. APPEARANCE AFFIRMATIONS FOR YOU ! ⊹₊ㆍ💬

── .✦ ┆ 𖤐 ┆ ␥

Meditating with my appearance playlist rn😽.

really really long post ahead

[ # 000 :: Overall ]

✦ I am seriously in love with the way I look. I am simply perfect

✦ I am in love with my perfect appearance

✦ I always look the way I want in specific clothes

✦ My clothes always look the way I want them to on me

✦ I never have an issue with clothes. Everything looks flattering on me, and I make Everything flattering too

✦ My appearance is exactly the way I imagine myself

✦ I look exactly the way I imagine myself

✦ My appearance is perfect and ideal

✦ I am perfect and ideal

✦ I have successfully manifested my perfect and ideal appearance

✦ My appearance has completely transformed overnight and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ I have completely transformed overnight, and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ I love that everything about my looks are perfect and ideal

✦ Everything about my appearance is perfect (the way I've always imagined it)

[ # 001 :: Face ]

✦ My facial harmony is outstanding

✦ My face card is actually unbelievable

✦ My face is perfect and ideal

✦ My face is exactly the way I imagine it

✦ My face looks exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ My face has completely transformed overnight, and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ I have successfully manifested my perfect and ideal face

✦ I love that everything about my face is perfect and ideal

✦ My expressions are ideal

✦ My expressions are never awkward

✦ I express my emotions perfectly, I never have to worry about what I look like

[ # 002 :: Hair ]

✦ I have my exact and ideal natural hair colour, hair length, hair type(s), hair density, and prosperity.

✦ My hair is luscious, thick, healthy, bouncy, and happy

✦ Everything about my hair, even to the individual strands, is perfect and ideal

✦ My hair looks exactly the way I've always imagined it

✦ My hair is exactly the way I've always wanted it

✦ My hair has completely transformed overnight, and I look exactly the way I've always imagined myself

✦ My hair is naturally soft, smooth, healthy, easy to manage, style, free from breakage, knots, dandruff, split ends, and balding

✦ My hair has always been this perfect and I'm used to it

[ # 003 :: Eyes ]

✦ Everything about my eyes are perfect and ideal

✦ My eyes are perfect and ideal

✦ My eyes have completely transformed overnight, and they look exactly the way I've always imagined them

✦ I love the way my eyes look

✦ My eyes are naturally shaped exactly the way I want them.

✦ My eyes are naturally the way I imagine them.

[ # 004 :: Nose ]

✦ My nose was this beautifully sculpted from birth

✦ There is nothing undesirable or ugly about my nose

✦ My nose is perfect and ideal

✦ Everything about my nose is ideal

[ # 005 :: Lips ]

✦ I have the most perfectly shaped, tinted, textured, and sized lips

✦ My lips are beautiful and soft

✦ My lips looks exactly the way I've imagined them

✦ My lips have always been this naturally sculpted

✦ I love my lips so much

[ # 006 :: Skin ]

✦ I have my exact ideal skin tone and texture

✦ My skin is beautifully even, soft, youthful, healthy, firm, plump, and elastic

✦ It seems like I have used the most high-end korean skin care for years, but my skin has just always been this way

✦ I love my skin so much

✦ Everything about my skin is perfect

[ # 007 :: Body ]

✦ I love my body so much

✦ My body is exactly the way I imagine it

✦ Everything about my body is perfect and ideal

✦ All of my body proportions are ideal

✦ My entire body is a temple, and it is sacred and glorious

[ # 008 :: Ethnic features ]

✦ People can tell what ethnic group(s) I belong to

✦ Everyone can tell my correct ethnicity (ethnicities) just by looking at me

✦ My beautiful ethnic features always gives my ethnicity away

✦ Everyone always compliments my ethnic features

✦ Everyone always tells me how gorgeous my ethnic features are

✦ It's quite literally impossible for people to mistake me for an ethnicity that isn't my own

✦ I have very prominent ethnic features from my desired ethnic background

✦ My desired ethnic features are very obvious, and they make my appearance even better

✦ Insecure about my ethnic features? How could I be when they're so stunning

[ # 008 :: Hygiene ]

✦ My bodily hygiene is perfect, I smell exactly as I desire

✦ Everything about my personal hygiene is perfect and healthy

✦ My body always smells clean and fresh

✦ I smell exactly as I desire

[ # 008 :: I AM ]

✦ I am my beauty standard

✦ I am truly stunning

✦ I am my dream, ideal self

✦ I am the perfect embodiment of my desired aesthetics, adjectives, songs, feelings, eras, colours, styles, and animals to the T

✦ I am the best version of myself

✦ I am the God/Goddess of pretty privilege

affs are still updatingg...

«───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ────────»

Remember manifesters, the goal here isn't to force the 3D to change, it is to accept your affirmations are the truth in your reality (imagination). Once you believe in your affirmations, or in other words, change self in your reality (imagination), the 3D will have no choice but to conform to those affirmations (your new beliefs) because the 3D can only mirror YOUR CURRENT REALITY..

You are not persisting to see movement in the 3D. You are persisting because YOUR AFFIRMATIONS THE TRUTH. STAY IN THAT STATE OF THE WISH FULFILLED AND YOUR DESIRES WILL COME RUSHING AT YOU LIKE A WATERFALL.

Walk by faith not by sight. Love yaaa

#martini yaps!#affirm and saturate #affirm and persist #loa affirmations #desired appearance #desired self #desired life #desired reality #desired body #shiftblr #master manifestor #loa blog #law of assumption #4d reality #shifters #loa

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shveris · 11 months ago

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my jjk headcanons, part 3

tumblr pls give me more colors

part 1

part 2

part 4

satoru’s favorite color can only be seen with the six eyes. he’s tried explaining it to his peers multiple times but it just left him frustrated and everyone else very confused like “wdym you can see different colour spectrums????”

modern!au sukuna calls the number on missing animal posters, imitates the noise of the animal that’s missing and then hangs up (he does the same with missing children ones, too, if he’s feeling particularly unhinged)

modern!au yuuji has a letterboxd account and his reviews are the funniest shit you’ll ever read

he does the same with steam game reviews, too, and at some point dragged megumi and nobara into his shenanigans as well

first year suguru said “eat the rich” and satoru asked “why do you wanna eat me????” (shoko cried tears of laughter). this is how suguru found out satoru’s a nepo baby

adult satoru brings nanami cds and vinyls from emo/alt/rock bands as souvenirs whenever he has missions abroad. nanami keeps telling him to stop but the first thing he does when he arrives home is listen to them

nanami is also who megumi got his taste of music from since nanami babysat the fushiguro siblings some times when they were younger

cult leader suguru calls shoko whenever he gets a serious injury and asks her to come over and heal it (she gets there as fast as she can)

quitting smoking was very rough on shoko but babysitting the fushiguro siblings and studying for her medical license was a great distraction

modern!au choso doesn’t have the tattoo/mark over the bridge of his nose, instead it’s just a huge scar he got as a kid during some accident

megumi likes listening to rain sounds while falling asleep

satoru’s a little (read: huge) nerd. his bookshelves are filled with lectures and studies about physics and math theories, documentations of all kinds of natural sciences, he keeps up to date with everything in the field and even peeked into biographies of big science people

despite satoru and suguru being very cat-coded, shoko is actually more of a dog person (how does she put up with them? we’ll never know)

nobara regularly uses megumi and yuuji to test out her new nail polishes. she’d wipe it off for them after but at some point neither of them cared anymore so the boys just run around with colourful nails some times

when we see sukuna eat popcorn and drink soda during his fight with mahoraga, it’s because he saw yuuji eat/drink all those things while he was in satoru’s basement. he got curious and wanted to try himself but we saw how that ended

an addition to the hc above, sukuna also has forgotten the flavours and textures of all kinds of foods. modern era foods would really mess with his taste buds because heian period food wasn’t particularly known to be as flavourful as it is today + they didn’t really use oil back then. sukuna would certainly be insanely overwhelmed if given a modern meal

this is not really a headcanon but also not canon because gege never specified it: only cursed spirits can see sukuna’s tattoos. there’s several indications in both manga and anime that humans & shamans alike cannot see the tattoos (correct me if i’m wrong) but in season 2 jogo’s inner monologue proves that he can see them. i’d like to think it must be because he’s a cursed spirit, which means all cursed spirits (or high ranked ones) are able to see the marks

when satoru held yuuji in that basement for two months, yuuji taught him how to cook because “sensei, you’re an adult. how do you not know how to make tamagoyaki??? we can’t order takeout twice a day!” (yes yuuji, he can, he’s gojo fucking satoru, he has a black card and swims in money)

yuuji is good at every sports, even the ones he’s never played before

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akshayaquapri · 16 days ago

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abyssyby · 2 months ago

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ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ author’s note — two birds on a wire

( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾ hello!

if youre here right now, you might be seeing this before two birds on a wire or after. if you haven’t read it, this author’s note might contain spoilers. this fic took me a while to write and as i finish, i can’t help but feel sentimental about it so i wanna talk cuz im gonna miss it (high chance i might snowball more emotional branches to this story in time n im being dramatic, but rn this is my baby)

two birds on a wire was supposed to be a crackfic bc i was frustrated with sylus’s cards coming home to me @ hard hard pity. mentioned here to rng anon (HI RNG ANON ILY!)

so it was an “ok u made me anxious pulling and failing, im gonna make ur kids follow u to a mission” and it was supposed to be him just scolding the boys & showing them what papa does for work. and the boys kinda going “cool! papa cool! i love papa >0<.”

but then it didn’t even get to that point because the moment i wrote Lucian sneaking up on him on his very dangerous flight on his way to his very dangerous mission on this secluded island of thieves and snakes— I felt the fear. the immediate clicking in sylus going “this is my son. this is my son and right now he is in danger.”

and the snowball started there— sylus wouldn’t be thrilled, he’d be mortified. scared out of his wits that he was innocently followed by his boys to just spend time with him, not knowing the stakes they’ve raised by being there.

and then that was a whole exploration of how sylus might handle this situation given who he is, what he's dealing with and who he's dealing with. how he would need to be the ruthless man at work, but also just papa so as not to traumatize his children to oblivion. how this event— the thought of losing his most precious boys to him despite success and victory, but the what-if that haunts him— would shatter him body and soul because he can't, he cannot have love taken away from him again.

and then like magnetized blocks, everyone just started falling apart— you who lost them in the first place, kieran and luke who were also supposed to be watching them and the little twins who, now realizing what they just walked into, were the epicenter of the earthquake.

as i wrote, i saw how this family would have had the dynamic of desperately trying to hold each other up while helplessly falling apart— and that's where MC/you/mama shines, as that broken savior, despite being weakened and battered by the events at hand, you— beloved, mama, boss hunter— still show up for them all. BECAUSE LOVE>??!!??!

it was a very challenging and stimulating process to get working on, but I'm hoping i did it well enough to showcase each one's nuances & complexities. and my most important hurdle when writing: giving each character their own texture and voice. so this was a super enjoyable study on how to do that (was not fun i cried real tears)

anyway, if you've read it and you're here— thank you so much. i am forever and always grateful for people giving my stories a chance & endlessly appreciative of your time reading them. especially this one, since it's longer than the rest.

if you haven't and you're considering to— I hope you like it!! I appreciate you as well.

All the kind comments, replies, tags, reactions, reblogs, etc. that let me know how the work was received are never taken for granted. i see you, i appreciate you will all my heart. you all make my days & weeks, and i hope my stories do the same for you in return.

thank you, stay safe & kind, dunno why this is ending like a love letter now, but much much love.

ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ ♡ urs

#author's note extension #bc i yap 2 much #and i lov u ol

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year ago

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For the dirty A-Z headcanon game can I get an A for Steve Rogers?

From this ask game, and I love you to the end of the line, anon, because this is pretty much THE one I wanted to answer...

A - Alone Time

How does he get off when all by himself?

Does he watch porn?

Is it all in his imagination?

Does he jerk off?

Does he use toys?

In case it wasn't obvious... MINORS DNI (vaguely coded to be gender neutral for the possibility of steve x reader or stucky or whatever your flavor)

Here we go, babes. I know I've written several different versions of Steve in various universes, but this is gonna be more generalized and not involve the very specific background experiences I've written into other things. This is just my good ol' fashioned headcanon of Steve masturbating!

This man takes his time--or at least would prefer to--even when it's just him. He will gently touch/play with himself for a while before grabbing his dick. Grazing his nails over his thighs. Pinching his nipples. I think this dude really has a thing with his throat? Like he thinks about teeth along his neck or being pulled forward by it and, yes, a squeeze or two. Don't flame me, I'm just saying!

He craves foreplay, is what I mean, and I don't think Steve feels fully aroused unless more than just his genitals are involved in the act, ya know?

He watches porn, but only for examples. There's a whole lot in modern pornography that is a huge turn-off for him. Steve uses certain imagery or sounds/sayings that he found in porn and kinda edits them together for his pleasure later--like mentally edits, lord knows, because that man would not get the hang of Final Cut Pro OR iMovie, feel me?--plus that way he can imagine a certain someone's voice actually saying those things to him or doing them to him.

Which brings us to Steve's imagination which is unbelievably vivid and runs rampant. Think about it: he's a strategist. He has to see tons of possible scenarios play out all at once, analyze where that leads and where that leaves him, and then plan to thwart or redirect all that happens into an ideal outcome. Don't tell me that artist does not have an incredible mind's eye.

Then we get to Steve finally touching himself expressly to come.

He's toyed with himself for a while, maybe gotten close but held back, probably enjoyed finding friction not with his fist. For some reason, I thoroughly believe he has a thing for fabrics? This guy enjoys the glide of silk and satin. I bet his sheets are nice and slick so he can thrust against them a little and think of a pretty skirt or a dressy, formal glove.

Actual toys? Like the kind advertised as sex toys? Like the kind he'd have to purchase with money in some capacity? No. I think shy Steve hasn't figured out a way to discreetly (and by that I mean, untraceably) do that. He refuses to use anything online attached to his name--credit card or secondary/digital wallet whatever--to buy something or to tell someone what he would want them to buy for him because then that person would know! He'd keel over from embarrassment right then and there!! ARE YOU INSANE?!?!

No. What Steve will do is get seemingly useful things for innocuous reasons and play dumb blond if anyone ever insinuates it could be a sex toy. That man can and will absolutely lie like a champ to keep those secrets. That man is a super soldier but his muscles still get sore; that's what the massager is for, not his taint, nuh-uh no how. How dare you ask him!

Which brings us to the climax: his climax.

Steve prefers to finish in the shower. He's spent all that time enjoying the feel of his hands or various textures, the dry (but not painful) drag of everything before the slick lubrication of lotion or conditioner creates a welcome high under the spray of water, and then, yes, he can clean himself right off afterward. Highly efficient. Also very effective at training his brain to get off quickly in a shower if necessary.

Strategy, you guys, it's all about strategy.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Are my answers to these like an audition for the Shameless Hoe Club? Maybe. Or maybe Ro has just lost the ability to filter herself...or care 🤭

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #stucky fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #ask game #steve rogers smut #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america smut

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itsthecherryontop · 9 months ago

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The Parselmouth's New Serpent

An Ominis Gaunt Slowburn Enemies to Lovers One-Shot

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Reader/OC (no y/n)

Word Count: 9.9k

The usually vacant classroom on the third floor was filled with a bitter earthy smell wafting from the cauldron before me. I watched patiently as Garreth stirred the simmering swamp green mixture clockwise. It was a new experiment he was testing. I wasn’t entirely sure what its purpose was only that it had to do with communicating with animals.

The only reason I agreed to be his test subject was due to his continued help in potions. He had been acting as my personal tutor since I joined Hogwarts for my fifth year. Garreth was the only reason I managed to score so high in Sharp’s class during my fifth and sixth years. There was no way I would survive my seventh-year N.E.W.T.S. without him.

“Are you sure you will be able to finish this in time?” I questioned after checking the time. Curfew was approaching far sooner than I was comfortable with.

“After I add these lacewing flies and stir it counterclockwise four times, it only needs to simmer for ten minutes,” he announced dropping in three flies.

Slouching in my stool, I placed my chin in my hand and watched as the potion turned a dull cerulean blue. As Garreth removed the ladle from the cauldron and leaned over to inspect his creation. His copper curls fell into his green eyes as he grinned.

“It won’t be much longer now,” he claimed beginning to clean his makeshift station.

The sound of loud commotion down the hall caused us to pause. Slowly, I stood from my stool and quietly made my way to the door. Peaking my head out I saw a small group of fourth-years at the end of the hall. Closing the entry I made my way back to Garreth’s side.

“It’s just a bunch of boys roughhousing, we should be fine,” I relayed, beginning to assist in reorganizing the ingredients back into the kit. As I started to screw on the lid of his leech juice a loud bang erupted from outside of the room causing both of us to jump and spill ingredients. The laughter of the boys carried into the classroom. As they passed by the door I began to move again.

As I finished securing the jar I felt the cold slime of spilt leech juice onto my hand. A noise of disgust escaped my throat as I reached for my wand to evaporate it. Garreth had managed to spill rose petal powder onto the table and was sweeping it onto his hand.

“Uhh, Garreth…,” I said nudging him with my elbow. “Is the potion supposed to be doing that?”

He looked up and studied the potion as it was changing into a midnight blue with a purple tint. The smell began to sour as the soft simmer progressed to a boil.

“Definitely not,” he cautioned as he slowly backed away with a grip on my arm gently pulling me along.

The potion started fuming smoke and bubbling over the cauldron as we scrambled back. I had seen enough of Garreth’s failed experiments to know the potion was about to explode. Blue smoke quickly began to obscure my vision as it filled the room. My foot caught on the edge of my abandoned stool after a sharp tug from Garreth. With a startled squeak, my backside slammed into the hard floor as the potion combusted. Garreth, still on his feet had managed to scramble to the back wall out of the blast zone.

Fortune was not in my cards as I felt a splatter of warm slimy ooze coating my face and clothing. The taste of sour milk and rotten vegetables registered as I noticed the chunky texture of the potion in my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion and turned spitting what I could onto the floor. My mouth and skin tingled as I continued coughing.

I heard Garreth call my name through the thick smoke that concealed the room. My head spun as my skin suddenly felt tight and warped. The failed potion continued to sink into my flesh causing the prickling sensation to spread throughout my body. The coughing settled and I heard the Gryffindor’s cautious footsteps as he tried to navigate through the smoke.

As my name was called again I tried to respond, only to find myself unable to pronounce words. My tongue felt numb and heavy in my mouth. My limbs felt as if they were shrinking into themselves and I was hit with a wave of vertigo. It was a sensation far more disorientating than apparating. As my head and body settled back into equilibrium, I found myself in the dark surrounded by fabric.

Garreth continued to call my name, his tone becoming more panicked. I heard the whoosh of a spell clearing the air followed by a sudden gasp. I began to navigate my way out of the fabrics. My movements felt peculiar and unsteady.

The fabric was lifted taking me along with it off the ground. What was happening? Slowly I slid out of the bundle and flopped onto the floor. Looking around I found myself staring at an oversized freckled redhead. Since when did he get so big?

“Please tell me that’s not you,” he cautioned his fair skin blanching.

“Obviously. Who else would it be? ” My words came out in a foreign hiss, something entirely not human.

“Ohh, this is not good. I am so sorry. Oh, Godric, Aunt Matilda is gonna kill me,” he exasperated. His eyebrows twisting together in concern.

“What is not good? What is happening? What did you do to me?!” Scanning the room everything was so much bigger than it should have been. Was everything big or was I small? I had to be small. Why was I small? Spinning around I saw a black scaled tail. Oh no please tell me that was not me.

“So…you may currently be in the body of a snake…but I can fix it…probably. Well, if I can’t it will wear off…eventually. I hope,” Weasley quickly rambled.

“What do you mean you might be able to fix it? Turn me back now! I can’t be a snake. I have homework to do! ”

“I can’t understand you, so please stop hissing so angrily. It is unsettling. You can yell at me once you are back to normal. Right now I have to clean this up. I can’t risk breaking curfew and getting another detention,” quickly he turned and began casting cleaning charms. I grew cold on the stone floor as I watched him finish. There was nothing I could do, except wait for Garreth to turn me back. It was a harsh reality to accept. My entire future rested on this panicking free-spirited experimenting Gyriffindor.

As he finished closing his potions kit he turned back to me, “I’m gonna have to pick you up so please refrain from biting me for both our sakes. I am really sorry, but you will have to come back to my dorm for the night. There isn’t time to go to get you back into the Slytherin dorms tonight. Not that it is really an option at the moment,” he muttered slowly scooping me into his hands.

With one hand carrying the potion kit and the other cradling me against his chest, he hurried off to Gryffindor Tower. We barely made it to the common room before curfew. Garreth didn’t bother to greet those mingling in the sofas as he rushed up to his dorm. The overwhelming sight of the orange and red wallpaper had me grateful for his determined pace.

As we reached his dorm, he set me down on his bed and paced the room as he tried to determine what had gone wrong. Thankfully, he came to the same conclusion as I did seeing as I had no way to communicate with him and offer insight. When we had been startled, one if not both of us spilled ingredients into the cauldron. He felt guilty and promised to figure it out tomorrow. It was then I realized it would be embarrassing for both of us if this situation got out. His failed experiment and my transformation.

When the footsteps of his dormmates were heard he quickly told me not to be seen before shutting his curtains. I listened as Garreth made some excuse to Leander about needing to head to bed early. Curling up on his pillow I listened to the chaos outside of the curtains. Leander was loud as ever complaining about a redo duel with Sebastian. Not surprising.

When Garreth reappeared he apologized for having to share the bed. I didn’t mind, being a snake was cold and Garreth acted as a furnace.

. . .

The Great Hall was loud as I lay in Garreth’s robe pocket during breakfast. He had tried to sneak me food into his pocket, but I don’t think he understood that while confined to a snake’s food I was probably restricted to their diet. So as much as the greasy bacon and pastries would normally appeal to me I couldn’t eat it. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he seemed to understand. He’d better hurry and find me a cure cause I would starve before I consumed a live rat.

Garreth’s first class was Charms. He sat with his hand curled around me in his pocket, seemingly paranoid I would disappear. The redhead didn’t even pay attention to Professor Ronen. Instead, he scratched out calculations of leech juice and crushed rose petals proportions needed to create such an effect.

He only looked up when I slithered up his robe sleeve to his shoulder where I could peek my head out and see what I was missing. It didn’t seem like anything I couldn’t make up on my own time, but I would still have to ask to borrow notes.

Looking around the room, I spotted my empty seat next to Natty, who was sharing questioning glances with Sebastian. Next to him, Ominis sat with his head tilted, brows barely drawn, and tapping his fingers on the desktop. Sebastian and Ominis exchanged hushed words when Professor Ronen wasn’t looking, occasionally turning their attention in my direction– well towards Garreth—, who was too busy frantically writing and crossing out notes to notice.

It wasn’t until after two more classes that Sebastian called after Garreth in the hallway. He ground to a halt causing me to jolt in his pocket. Once he stopped Sebastian began interrogating him about my location.

“Neither Anne nor Imelda saw her never return to their dorm last night. Do you know where she is?” Sebastian asked once he caught up.

“Awww… um no not exactly. I mean it’s sort of a long story,” Garreth announced while scratching the back of his neck.

Slowly I stretched up to peek out of Garreth’s pocket. We were standing in the middle of a crowded hallway so I was rather hoping he wouldn’t tell them. Sebastian would not react well to the news. I also didn’t want to deal with the ridicule I would face after turning back. Next to Sebastian stood Ominis his wand held aloft, omitting a soft red light. Garreth casually lowered his hand into his pocket, pushing me out of view.

“I suggest we find a more suitable place for this conversation,” Garreth suggested beginning to move through the corridor. There was a creak of a door opening followed by footsteps before the door was closed.

“I swear Weasley, if you did something…” Sebastian began.

“It was an accident, but she is fine. Well, she’s not injured, except maybe her pride a little but I suppose that’s to be expected,” Garreth ranted nervously his fingers stroking my scales as if he were trying to comfort himself.

“Just get on with it Weasley,” Sebastian snapped.

“Right … so here she is.” Slowly his fingers wrapped around me. Pulling me into the view of the two Slytherins.

“Hi …?” I hissed unsure.

Sebastian had stepped back in surprise after registering what was in the Gryffindor’s hand. Garreth’s expression twisted between apprehension and guilt as his gaze focused on their reactions. When my gaze fell on Ominis, his cloudy eyes were blown wide his face showed confused shock.

Sebastian cautiously spoke my name as if prepared for this to be a hallucination.

“Yes. It was an accident .”

“You turned her into a snake,” Ominis deadpanned. “How long will it take for you to change her back?”

“That’s the problem. I don’t exactly know. I am working on it, but the potion should wear off in a few days anyway.”

Ominis released a deep sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, similar to the way a tired mother does to a trying child. “Well, until you manage to accomplish something helpful, we will have to look after her seeing as I am the only one capable of understanding her.”

“Wait, you're telling me that snake is our friend?” Sebastian blurted.

“Yes. It is really not that hard to understand given Weasley’s potion history.”

“Hey, the potion would have worked if we hadn’t been interrupted.”

“Just hand her over Weasley before you manage to harm her,” Ominis commanded holding his free hand out.

Garreth sighed and slowly eased me into Gaunt’s awaiting palm. Once in his hand, I wrapped the remaining body mass too big for his single hand around his forearm, his warmth seeping through the fabric.

“You haven’t been keeping her warm enough. Snakes are cold-blooded. They need an external heat source,” Ominis stated as he cast a warming charm. “We will have a discussion about this later. History of Magic is about to start.” Without another word, Ominis strode out into the hall with Sebastian trailing behind him.

“Are you planning on carrying her around until she changes back?” Sebastian teased.

“Well someone has to be responsible for her. Merlin knows neither of you can be trusted for the job,” he grumbled as the two parted ways before addressing me, “You’ll have to remain hidden during class.”

“Very well,” I responded, slithering under the sleeve of his Slytherin robe and settling against the forearm of his jumper.

History of Magic was as always a bore. Ominis leaned on the arm I was perched on and dozed. Quite a common occurrence for him. What was surprising was how close his face was to where mine rested on his wrist. The light scent of his cologne and hair pomade enveloped my senses from the proximity. Being a snake was rather strange, smelling my surroundings required me to flick my tongue in the air. Something I found myself doing without intention.

I couldn’t remember a time I had ever been this close to the boy. The closest had probably been when he comforted me after I took the Cructiatius Curse in the scriptorium. Other than that Ominis never seemed to enjoy people imposing in his personal space. The only person he seemed to have an exception for was Anne. She was always leaning into his arm as they walked together, straightening his tie when it was askew, and hugging him when parting. Something I regretted to admit, even to myself, caused a jealous twist in my gut.

We had gotten closer after the events of fifth year especially once Sebastian swore off the Dark Arts following Anne’s curse being broken by the death of its caster, Rookwood. However, at times it felt like Ominis only tolerated my presence because I was a friendship forced upon him by Sebastian. It was frustrating. I never really knew where we stood. We willingly sat beside each other in History of Magic each year and studied together, but he always remained reserved.

Once I was back to my normal body it was unlikely he would let me this close. Sighing I relaxed further into his warmth, enjoying his closeness while it lasted.

For the rest of classes if I wasn’t wrapped around his arm I was tucked in the pocket of his waistcoat. Before dinner, Sebastian and Anne met us in the Undercroft. I was set on a table as the boys filled Anne into my predicament. Then Anne and Sebastian began suggesting a schedule. I was starting to feel like a doll being passed around during playtime.

“I’m assuming I will have nights, seeing as she and I share a dorm,” Anne announced passing me a glance.

“That may not be wise. We don’t know how this transformation will affect her, and if something is wrong she won’t be able to communicate with you,” Sebastian considered.

“So she is supposed to stay in the boy’s dorm?” Anne asked shocked.

“Wait. Where did she stay last night?” Sebastian added causing them all to turn towards me.

“With Garreth. I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” I answered.

Despite being blind Ominis’s eyes seemed to burn into me with scrutiny before he relayed, “Weasley stayed with her.”

“Ooh, someone got some alone time with Weasley did they?” Sebastian teased. “Bet he enjoyed that. I mean you do make a cute snake.”

“You better hope I’m not venomous because I will bite you Sallow,” I hissed.

“Stop harassing her before she lashes out,” Ominis advised.

“I’m not worried, she loves me too much,” Sebastian jested as he scooped me up into his hands.

“If I could roll my eyes I would…You’re lucky, you’re cute,” I muttered.

“How would you like to spend dinner away from grumpy Ominis? Poor thing has had to spend all day with him,” he sarcastically cooed running his finger along the black scales. Too tired, I sighed and let him carry me out of the Undercroft.

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