#Best bait for fish

[outdoorbravos]

Whenever it comes to which is best bait for fish then it also comes to everyone’s mind about the types of fishing baits. Yes! You got it. There are two types of fishing baits and these are- Live Bait and Artificial Bait. And for your concern, this is a must to know about these two types for every amateur. Now we are giving you a short description of these two types and also will be described briefly later.

[risingsunresistance]

fighting mythological creatures near the void is so annoying. the champions and inquisitors pathfind to your back (worst ai pattern by the way I Hate Them). hit them from the front and you'll knock them into the void. try to get behind them and they run over the edge and kill themselves. they DO respawn, but that doesnt really help when they immediately kill themselves again. and again.

[awkwxrdapple]

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[urjunkdrawer]

I just read something about asking your partner if they’d still love you if you were a worm and it brought back a vivid memory of me asking one of my highschool best friends that question and she told me “I’d either put you in a jar or put you out of your misery”

I was speechless

[bizzbaits01]

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[acnhretreat]

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me: *has tons of fish bait saved up specifically for endgame when i decide to buckle down and catch every fish*

also me: *fished all day yesterday and a tiny bit of today, completely forgetting that bait even exists*

[fishtool]

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[wqnwoos]

dating seventeen (hyung line ver.)

hyung line (95s & 96s) x gn!reader — cw mentions of food in some — written while sleep deprived (heavily) and not proofread

maknae line ver.

seungcheol

is he your boyfriend or is he your sugar daddy. unclear.

would literally pay for everything if you didn’t stop him

also just sooo soft n cuddly with you :(

sits you in his lap and when he’s especially clingy he’ll literally just hold on

like he will refuse to let go and get all pouty and whiny and starts kissing up your neck and you’re like sir i love u too but please can i just go take a piss

ALSO 😭 probably gets jealous if you’re cuddling w kkuma and not him

or if she likes you better than him… he’s never going to get over it

i feel like he’s the type of bf who would take the couch when you guys fight — like no matter how mad he is, he would point blank refuse to let you take it

pulls out all the pet names for u too, ur his baby angel love darling sweetheart and there’s nothing u can do about it!!!!!

jeonghan

MENACE

constantly teasing you omg

but like in the most endearing way possible so you can’t even get annoyed at him

big on leaning. like leans his head on your shoulder and loves it whenever you do the same

also feel like he’d love to just plop his head in your lap and have you play with his hair

like he just drags your hand to it wordlessly and if you stop for a minute he starts whining

scolds you if you don’t eat properly or miss meals and stuff like that,, he hates it so much and it makes him worry :(

do not ask him if he would still love you if you were a worm. the answer will not be the one you want.

probably replies with “i might step on you”

or even “i’d go fishing with you as bait” and then convince you — because you love him so much that you want him to eat well, don’t you???

probably squishes your cheeks at random intervals just because he can

baby talks you while he’s doing it too 😭 like “my pretty baby, so cute”

boops your nose

also makes faces at you across rooms at parties to try and make you laugh in the middle of serious convos 😭

but also the best comforter whenever you’re nervous about something; holds your hands and breathes with you :((

joshua

guys this man is sO boyfriend i don’t even know where to start. it’s kind of sickening actually

i just see him being flirty asf,,, like u guys are already dating but he’s still being so SMOOTH

also classic gentleman — holds doors for you and helps you in/out of the car

opens up all your packets and cans and everything so you don’t have to struggle

probably kisses your hand too (like ok prince charming we get it)

demands cheek kisses,, like he will just wordlessly offer his cheek to you

and if you don’t supply them he will be very upset

also hear me out: little spoon joshua

ITS A CONCEPT I MUST SHARE like i can see him being both but also just the idea of him being little spoon is cute ok

also type of bf to carry u out the car and upstairs when you’re tired (where do i find a joshua plsplsplsplsdolsdkhfje)

worst texter please just call him

teases u like HELL if u want kisses. but also supplies them in the end so who’s the real winner 🤨🤨

jun

makes grabby hands whenever he wants you to cuddle him (which is a lot)

MAKES U BREAKFAST <3

and if you don’t eat breakfast (like me) you’re about to get a lecture on the benefits of it and all the reasons you shouldn’t skip it

feeds you random parts of his meals and he literally just does it unconsciously it’s like second nature to him

learns how to make all your favourite foods too :(

giggly kisses !!!!

this is something very important to me !!! giggly kisses !!!!!! smiles into it and u guys pull away laughing and he kisses other parts of your face and u guys are still laughing and idk just giggly kisses <3

also likes to bump his nose against yours after a kiss

also random but i feel like he would genuinely be so distressed if he saw you cry like that would physically pain him :(

if he’s taller than you then probably rests his cin on your head and does that thing where he opens and closes his jaw on top of your head (idk if this is too niche or what but it’s definitely a concept)

hoshi

FOREHEAD KISSER

like would randomly cup your face in his hands and give u a big smooch on your forehead and the only reason he gives is “cause i love you”

his lock screen / home screen is almost definitely a selfie of you two doing the horanghae (with faces all squished together and smiling and

makes you do the horanghae at the end of every facetime call

buys you tiger plushies (demands to see them whenever he comes over)

also has named them all different variations of his name (hoshi, soonie, hosh, horang…)

AND omg. drunk hoshi does NOTHING except talk about you

him just sobbing into mingyu’s shoulder like “i love them sO MUCH mingyu”

(mingyu is just patting his head and wondering if it’s too late to get you to come pick him up)

i feel like he’s so cuddly too like he just squishes u in his arms -squish-

also feel like he would get so worried if you’re sick??

especially if he’s away from you

like orders delivery to your door or sends a friend over to your house to check on you and texts you every hour like “have you eaten??”

and you’re like. babe i love you but i don’t need to eat soup every hour.

wonwoo

head patter. just keeps patting your head. reasons unknown.

(probably because he thinks you’re the cutest thing to walk the planet but like whatever)

i’ve mentioned this before but i feel like he just lets you do anything

want to try on his glasses? they’re all yours. want to play games and rUIN his killstreak? go ahead!! he does not mind!!!!!

also if you wear glasses too then he’d swap his for yours just to try it

hot take but he loves having you in his lap whenever you guys are at home — scoots to the side when you’re about to sit to make u sit on him and tease you

also sits you on his lap when he’s gaming

omg if you like reading he prob recommends books to you too

like you guys just reading your books together in the same room in comfy silence wow i’m so sad

also feel like he’s another one who just squishes your cheeks when he feels like it

just does the most heart fluttering things sooo casually and randomly 😭

like he’s telling you he loves you while you guys are doing laundry or you’re making 3am ramen and he’s like wow you’re so gorgeous or he calls you cute 47374 times a day

woozi

omg best person to just like. coexist with

you guys just in his studio and he’s doing cool music things and you’re just reading or something in the corner and you guys aren’t even talking

but it’s very comfortable and sweet and it just feels nice idk if this making sense

also such a hypocrite because he’s sending go to bed texts to you knowing damn well he’s staying up for another 4 hours

pretends to cringe if you say something cheesy but also kisses you on the temple to let you know that actually he’s obsessed with you

also so cliché and overdone but that’s because it’s TRUE — makes music for you

and lets you listen to random stuff he’s making on the side (but refuses to give you seventeen comeback spoilers no matter how much you beg)

even lets you mess around with his equipment and teaches you how to use it (if u don’t know already)

one of those bfs that has an arm around u always btw

like even when you guys are with friends, 9/10 times his arm is resting on the sofa behind you

laughs extra hard at your jokes only (zendayafied!!!)

also if his members are teasing you he will defend u <3 even if you’re wrong or saying something he doesn’t agree with (like milk before cereal)

an / hopefully will do the rest of the members soon!! also i’m sorry this is so unhinged and i formatted i’m running of like 3 hours sleep but i hope you enjoy!! i’ve been xompiling this for a while whenever i cant sleep 😭

[freak-accident419]

Good Tidings

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Josh barely have any time to yourselves due time traveling nonstop, trying to save the fate of humanity. However, being at the Futturman’s Christmas dinner party granted you two a fair amount of time.

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender neutral reader (no genitals specified, it’s just vague penetration), cockwarming, lots of fluff, takes place during Future Man S1E6 “A Blowjob Before Dying”, too much shitty sex jokes n puns (im sorry) (not), giddy+silly+sweet love making, you think you are sooo fucking funny, more goofy than serious/lustful, you two are very much in love, more plot (high ass dialogue) than porn tbh

(A/n: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!! Hope you enjoy this muahahaha and thank you all for your recent support! First smut written on this account, so be gentle with me please !)

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You, Tiger, Wolf, and Josh were at the Futturman household, schedule disrupted due to the reluctance of Josh’s parents. They insisted that you all join them for their small Christmas dinner party. You were all sat down at the dining table, as well as the neighbors, Josh’s Uncle Barry, and Diane’s friend, Wanda (who was especially invited to perhaps keep Barry at bay).

While Tiger was mostly impatient and displeased with every mindless convo and laughter, talk revolved around several topics like DNA kits or Wolf’s strangely fascinating culinary.

You sat beside your boyfriend, Josh, slightly nervous about the time you were wasting. Ever since you’ve been dragged into the whole ‘Biotic Wars is real’ and ‘kill or be killed’ shit, you and Josh have been dealing with the worst, unimaginable shit ever. With the two of your adrenaline wearing off, you gradually processed everything that’s happened the past few days since you were never given a break. Hence the hand holding under the table as you two would seek comfort from one another.

But you attempted to distract yourself from the deaths you’ve witnessed and the near-death experiences you’ve had to your best ability by indulging in every conversation.

“Gabe, honey, tell them about—about the recent fishing trip we went on,” Josh’s mother, Diane encouraged to her husband with her sweet, achingly kind voice. You had so much respect for Josh’s parents, so it was pretty easy for you all to hit it off well. They loved you. In fact, they were heavily relieved that Josh had finally found someone, let alone someone as amazing as you.

Gabe let out a hearty chuckle as he prepared himself to tell the table his story.

“So, a couple of days ago, Diane and I went on a small fishing trip. And I remembered an old trick back in the day that attracted a lot of trout,” he explained as you picked up your glass of wine, sipping some generously. Diane smiled at him with a nod as he continued. “One of the very efficient ways to go about fish bait is blowing worms.”

You choke on your wine, holding in a laugh, coughing a bit instead as Josh looks at you with a knowing smile. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying not to grin too widely. Did you hear that right?

“Blowing worms,” Gabe repeated, getting a confined chuckle out of you and Josh. “You inflate the worms with air, which makes them float instead of having your bait be at the very bottom. It’s perfect, especially near the winter time. Worked like a charm.”

“Ohh,” you gasp in wonder. You chuckle to yourself before you spontaneously say, “Yeah, actually, I think I did do that a few times. Blew a-a worm.”

You looked at Josh, thinking you were being hilarious, but he looked at you with surprised eyes and parted lips of shock that slowly transitioned into a smile.

“Really?” Josh’s father expressed with intrigue. “I didn’t even know you fish. You have someone teach you that method, or—”

“Oh, no, Mr. Futturman, I,” you speak as you occasionally switch from looking at him to Josh. “I think it’s a very popular method. It’s a pretty natural instinct, you know? Blowing worms, that is.”

“Wow, really? Always thought it was an old-fashioned sort of thing.”

“Nah, far from old-fashioned, it’s almost contemptuous!”

You did pretty well at suppressing your laughter, because you sounded really earnest. Josh covered his mouth, amused by your subtle humor.

“Joshy, we didn’t know that Y/n likes fishing. We could’ve taken them on our trip. In fact, we could’ve all went,” Diane suggests as she looked at Josh and then you.

It was like everyone at the table was blind to your immature, yet humorous implication. Except, of course, your boyfriend.

“Oh, no worries, Mrs. Futturman,” you insisted kindly. “I don’t usually fish. Plus, blowing worms can be very exhausting.”

“Y/n—” Josh reacted, but interrupted himself with a suppressed laugh.

“You think so?” Mr. Futturman raised an eyebrow. “I just stick a syringe in them, inflate it, and bam, it’s all thick and ready to g—”

You and Josh burst out laughing, holding onto the table and each other. You swore there were slight tears coming out of your eyes as both of your faces were red. You felt overjoyed to feel happiness and delight for the first time ever since your involvement in the mission. And you felt even more glad that it was your boyfriend that you fooled around with.

“Sorry, sorry,” Josh says after his laughter died down as the entire table was confused. “I just—We just thought about a, um, moment when—Um… Actually, Y/n and I did go fishing once. Isn’t that—isn’t that right?”

You nod and go along with it, detaining your giggles.

“Well, anyways, we actually did that method, and yeah, you’re right, it works like a charm!” He exclaimed with joy as his parents smile at him with approval and pride.

“Bet the worm was pretty small, huh?” Tiger jumped in wittily, however, in a coldly nonchalant manner.

“And pathetic!” Wolf blurted.

“Hey, even if that might’ve been true—might’ve—it-it probably had a personality, you know?” He reckoned with a shrug, making you laugh again.

***

“You are—are fucking terrible, you know that?” Josh quickly muttered under his breath as you two continued to kiss each other deeply on his bed. “Those were my parents.”

“C’mon, baby, admit it, it was comedy gold,” you giggle, pressing your lips to his once more by tugging his black, skinny necktie towards you as you remained sitting on his lap.

The dinner party was still going on downstairs. After a long time of looking at each other longingly at the table, you two decided to excuse yourselves in order to “prepare gifts for Josh’s coworkers that he forgotten to wrap” in his room.

When you guys rushed in his room, you couldn’t take your hands off each other, immediately making out once the door was locked. However, you then had to close all his blinds before you met him back on the bed. This wasn’t new to you, none of it was. The soft, warm orange that his room’s light emitted strangely comforted you, as well as being back on his soft, spacey mattress.

Was it a good idea to leave Tiger and Wolf alone with Josh’s family and company? Probably not. But you’ve taught them enough shit. They tolerate Josh’s parents, so why not a few other guests as well? And you’ll only be gone for no longer than five minutes, you’d hoped.

You bring your hands to his pants, attempting to unbuckle his belt. “Shit—What the—What the fuck is this?” You grumble, Josh laughing at you as you struggle.

“I think it’s—” He giggled, bringing his own hands to his belt, trying to remove it, pulling. “I think it’s stuck.”

“What the shit?” You wheeze. “Fuckin’—Fuckin’ cock block!” You continue to mess with the belt, trying your best to unbuckle it.

“Wait, you—you’re almost there, you—”

“Oh my god! Holy shit! I got it!” You let out a surprised gasp, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants right after.

“Oh shit! Flawless victory!” He exclaimed, making you stop in your tracks, looking back up at him.

“You did not just quote Mortal Kombat because I successfully unbuckled your belt,” you raise an eyebrow, nevertheless amused by his dorkiness.

“Maybe,” he answered smugly.

“You’re lucky I am in love with you, otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have let that slide,” you chuckle.

“Oh, come on. You’d love my video game references either way,” he insisted.

“I’m serious, Josh, the amount of things I’ve let slide because I love you is kind of crazy. Let me just say, I am so glad I met you after the ‘apple juice’ incident that Ray told me about.”

“Ray told you about that?”

“He told me a lot of things. Mostly the embarrassing things. I think he wanted to freak me out, you know? Always thought I was too good for you.”

You pulled his pants off, throwing it carelessly down on the floor. Your lips attached once more as he snickered as you then cupped his face with your warm hands. You look at your lover, his big, brown, desperate eyes looking at you with utmost adoration. “Well, jokes on him, he was entirely wrong. You are so good to me, you know that?”

He smiles at you softly, and you could sense how flustered he felt to hear that (the blushing patently gave it away). “You’re the one who’s been on my side since forever. Even when you got involved in all this shit that you didn’t even have to be in. You-You could’ve called me crazy, and-and broken up with me, but you believed me and stayed by my side, even knowing that things were gonna get dirty. And they did, get really dirty.” Rest in peace Janis and Carl? Or, rather, die, you evil perf-cocks? Eh, doesn’t fucking matter. “You’re so good for me, sometimes I can’t believe you’re even real.”

You giggle sweetly as you give him another kiss, a quiet smack caused by your lips deftly leaving his own to speak. “Well, I’m here and I’m real, and I’ll always be there for you, baby,” you reassure. You were perfect for him. Indefinitely.

He smiled blissfully. “I love you so much.”

You two made out passionately until you were laying under him, the lower halves of your bodies bare as you discarded the necessary clothes.

“Do you think your parents and everyone else knew about the worm thing or are they just that… I don’t know… clueless?” You asked endearingly under your breath as your fingers entangle in his soft, brown hair.

“Hmm. Possibly,” he reckons, raising his eyebrows as he thought about it. “That was still kind of evil of you, though.”

“Me, personally, I thought it was hilarious.”

“Blowing worms?”

“C’mon, your father set himself up for that.”

“Tiger called it small,” he muttered lamentably. “And Wolf said it was pathetic.”

“Jeez, whatever happened to personality?” You chuckle softly.

He sighed. “They still sort of called me out.”

“Shut up. It’s average, to say the least. Doesn’t matter either way, you’re enough.”

“But—”

“Josh, if it bothers you this much, then just prove them wrong right now,” you reply with a laugh.

“As in—?”

“Josh, c’mon, we don’t have time anyways. They’re expecting us any minute because of that shitty made-up story excuse. I love foreplay, dude, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t acknowledge the time at all. Quickies are definitely not our cup of tea. Y—” Your breath hitched as you felt his tip prod at your sensitive entrance. He gave you a soft, comforting kiss on the nose. You looked into each other’s eyes deeply, then your lips crashed into each other’s as the two of you stifled your moans once Josh finally thrusted in.

“Y-You know you’re p-perfect just the—mm—way you are, right?” You ask gently, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled at this, kissing your lips once more, beginning to move. Your heart fluttered each second you felt him thrust in and out, slightly and satisfyingly stretching you. His hips moved quite skillfully, but also slightly clumsily, which was nonetheless admirable.

Your usual soft moans and gasps would be replaced by stifled grunts and sighs, due to the company downstairs. As much as you wanted the whole world to know that Josh Futturman was yours and only yours, you also had dignity—plus, it was his goddamn parents downstairs.

You giggled as you felt his nose against yours each rough kiss. “Y-You know, however, I think the only complaint I have about you is the fact that you hate Super Mario Bros.” You point out with a chuckle.

“Y/n, in my—agh—defense, it literally makes no sense. Like, why would there be pipes that are—”

“Okay, why rely solely on logic and rationality, hm, Futturman? I thought video games were all about escape. It’s all just harmless fun.”

“Yeah, well, I’m much more into games with thought-out plots and challenges,” he remarked, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Anyways, it pretty much just got ruined for me even more when Tracy at the video game store talked about Luigi having a very hairy, Italian cock.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Baby, I love you. However, your goddamn dick is currently inside of me. Please do not talk about Luigi’s theoretic hairy penis.”

“Noted,” he assents, going back to kissing you passionately, while moving slowly inside of you, yet deeper with each thrust. You let out a quiet, pleasured gasp as you felt him fill you perfectly, his hands lovingly gripping your waist to keep you still.

Your eyes closed as you indulged in the feeling of his gentle thrusts, him peppering kisses on your neck, softly chuckling under his breath. He guessed he was still in disbelief that he had someone as amazing as you.

“I… I still can’t believe someone as perfect as you would ever go out with a loser like me,” he scoffed, pressing more kisses against your neck and jaw.

“Hey, seriously?” You frown, holding his face in your hands once more, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You are… a lot of things, Josh. But a loser isn’t one of them. Okay? You are so kind and funny and caring and thoughtful a-and—m-mm—amazing i-in general.”

“I—Fuck. I—I don’t deserve you,” he panted.

“J-Jesus Christ, sh-shut your fuckin’ rathole. Yes you do, baby. You deserve me as much as I deserve you.”

It was becoming harder to focus on your words as you continued to feel an increased sensation and pleasure as his thrusts quicken and falter. You let out a small gasp as you tense things up by wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him in even deeper. You two had been speaking and giggling to each other constantly that you didn’t even notice the lewd, wet, slapping against the skin that came from each heavy thrust. Josh grabbed one of your hands, interlocking your fingers tightly on the mattress beside your head.

“J-Josh, I—” You begin breathlessly.

“I know, me too,” he grunts as soft, inaudible whimpers and whines leave his lips while the movement of his hips stuttered. His rhythm was becoming unsteady, but it was also increasing in speed. “I—Y/n, f-fuck, I’m c—”

“Sh-shit, baby, I—” You pant as you felt closer and closer over the edge, every mere feeling increasing your stimulation. You bring your hand to cover your mouth and suppress any loud moans as you finally released, the knot in your stomach undoing itself as you sigh afterwards once your hand left your mouth. Josh came exactly right after you as his hips jolted for the final time, spilling his warm, white seed inside of you, burying his face in your neck to muffle a high-pitched grunt and acute whines.

You two were breathing heavily, kissing each other’s lips softly and lovingly after you both came down from your high. You two never moved from your position, still fragile and sore. Josh caressed the side of your waist under your shirt, his head resting in your neck as you moved your hand to play with his hair, holding him in your arms.

“This is probably the only time we’ll have together alone before we have to continue with the damn mission,” you figured, tangling his strands of hair in between your fingers.

“It’s bullshit,” he mumbles, his thumb continuing to rub your waist.

“Enjoy the moment while we can?” You suggested with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed dejectedly.

A beat.

“Hm,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, I just… I like it whenever you’re inside of me,” you comment softly. This was probably the most affectionately vulnerable and honest you have been with him. Your tone lacked any intention for humor or lust; you were genuine.

He lifted his head up from your neck. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know. It just feels right. You know, as if you were, like, made for me exactly,” you whispered lovesickly, looking down at his sweet, plump lips to his profound, gorgeous brown eyes. “I wanna stay like this a little longer. You’re so perfect for me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, kissing your lips soothingly.

Then suddenly,

“Futturman! L/n! Get out of there, we gotta go now! Operation Cameronium!” Tiger called from the other side of the door. “Goddamnit. The fucking—tiny man—baby thing—is, just, really starting to piss me off. Let’s go!”

You and Josh looked at each other for a while in silence before bursting out into laughter.

“We-we better go before she considers murdering little baby Wallace,” you suggest with a soft smile.

“Yeah… Wait. Do you really think—”

“No…” You answer before he could finish his sentence. “I know she seems all stoic on the outside, but I feel like the past few days, she changed a bit. Empathy-wise. Slightly, at the very least.” Josh nods.

“I’m really gonna miss this,” he sighs.

“Me too. But don’t worry, once we fix everything, we have all the time in the world together,” you assert.

“Okay,” he smiles sweetly, kissing your lips before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you to feel empty and slightly bummed.

The two of you, with your clothes back on and hair quickly fixed, you waltzed downstairs with no problem. Your hands had been interlocked, faces a bit flushed as you smile to yourselves.

“You two sure look happy,” Diane expresses joyfully. “You really got into the Christmas spirit, wrapping all those gifts upstairs, huh?”

You giggled under your breath. “Oh, yeah, definitely, Mrs. Futturman. Uh, very much so. I really love Christmas, you know? The gift wrapping Joshy and I did upstairs and, you know, all the Christmas traditions. ‘Specially, ‘specially the yule log.” You look at Josh with a knowing grin as he just listened in, suspecting nothing at all. “Really makes you feel warm inside, am I right?”

[thestonedknifeman]

Self resetting rodent trap

AKA the bucket of death

Materials we're going to need a bucket and wooden dowel can of Pringles or some kind of cylindrical item that has in caps some small weight a bit of bait in this case I'll be using peanut butter and a small amount of water

Step one drill holes in the top of your bucket 180 degrees from each other to receive our wooden dowel axel

Step 2 drill holes and your Pringle can both lid and bottom I find putting lid over the bottom of the can using the injection mold spot on the lid is a Center Point

Step 3 add your weight in one side of the can this is what allows the trap to reset itself

step four assemble the Trap make sure that when your canister rotates on the axle it always goes to the weight side down

Step five apply bait along the cylinder at roughly 4 and 8 a clock positions then add about 2 in of water to the bottom of the bucket

This could be used to get rid of rodent problem in your home I particularly fond of using this for catching live mice as fishing bait

[gloomwitchwrites]

for your tf141 imagines and prompts

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

especially if it would be them asking or their partner.

soap is totally the kind of guy to ask his so this.

I've been giggling my ass off at this request (in the best way possible). I had so much fun writing quick little drabbles for each of them. Enjoy!

Find the Imagines & What If masterlist HERE

Content Warnings (MDNI): foul language, brief suggestive themes (on one)

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price:

“John?”

John glances up from the morning paper. The two of you sit outside in the garden. The sky is gray and cloudy.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

John blinks. Frowns. “Would I still love you if you were a worm?”

“That’s right,” you reply.

John places his steaming mug of tea on the table beside him. Then, he folds up the paper, placing it in his lap.

“We have three kids together.”

“I know. But—”

John shakes his head. “Of course I’d still love you. What kind of bloody fucking question is that?”

John "Soap" MacTavish:

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

You sit up and laugh, disbelief in your tone. “What did you just ask me?”

John shrugs and then grins sheepishly. “If I was a worm, would you still love me?”

“Asking the important questions,” you reply, shaking your head.

“Always.” He rolls onto his stomach and rests his cheek on his fist. “Humor me.”

“I’d keep you in a little jar of dirt. Carry you around everywhere. Give you tiny kisses,” you say.

John nods. “Good answer.” He fishes out his phone. “I’m gonna ask Simon the same thing.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

You turn on your side, wiggling up to Simon’s side in the bed. He sits up with his back against the headboard. The silk sheets are tangled around his thighs, and he holds a pack of smokes in his hand.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Simon just stares.

“Would you—”

“I fucking heard you.” You watch him inhale. “A worm? A fucking worm?”

“Yes,” you say slowly.

“You fell apart on my tongue a bloody minute ago.”

“True.” You pause. “Does that mean—”

“Yes. Bloody fucking hell.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

“You’re having a laugh.”

“Answer the question.”

Kyle smiles behind his mug of English tea. “No.”

“Kyle!”

He shrugs and takes a sip. You place your hands on your hips. “I require an answer.”

Laughing softly, Kyle places his tea down on the counter behind him. He leans back casually, crossing his arms. He’s not wearing a shirt.

“You want an answer?” he asks.

“Yes. I do,” you reply.

Kyle huffs, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “I’d give you to Captain Price as fish bait.”

You point at him, stifling your own rising laughter. “How fucking dare you.”

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Push

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: you love teasing the Olo'eyktan's oldest son, but how much will he let you push before he snaps?

Warnings: childhood friends to rivals to lovers, angst, slight enemies to lovers but they're just dumb, (aged up) nsfw, kinda dom Neteyam, inexperienced reader, p in v

Pull, Equilibrium

It started when you were young.

Your infatuation with Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan came on hard, and swift.

It was your fifth cycle around the moon. A group of children came together to play and fish in a small pond. Neteyam, though only a year your senior, was much more skilled than any of you. One of the perks of being the future Olo'eyktan.

He showed you how to hold the line, how to feed the bait onto the carved hook. When you failed time and time again, he waited until no one was looking, and shoved his own fish into your hands. He pulled them up over your head, declaring that you had the first catch of the day.

You beamed, an expression that was reserved only for him for the next several years.

He was a pillar in your life. Always there, a gentle teacher when things were hard. He coached you for weeks before you tamed your own Ikran. Helped you master the bow. Supported you at your coming of age ceremony. Painted your skin with traditional warriors paint before missions. He was your rock, providing stability at every turn.

Until...he wasn't.

One day, as if a flip simply switched, he became cold. When you returned from hunting parties, he was no longer on the sideline waiting. He avoided you around the village, turning the opposite direction if he saw you coming near. If you managed to hold his attention for even a few seconds, he exchanged pleasantries and quickly excused himself.

Your best friend was gone. Just like that.

You had no idea what was going on. Nothing had happened, no fight, no betrayal, nothing you could think of that would tear him away so swiftly. From that day on you tried your hardest to break through the newly formed wall between you.

When he sat alone weaving, you would occupy the space beside him and talk until he responded politely. If he was going on an adventure with his siblings, you'd ask to join, knowing at least one of them would agree. You'd wait around outside his family tent, ready to trail him to wherever he was going.

That is, until one day, when he returned from a hunt and told you how he really felt.

“Eywa, will you just stop?” He turns abruptly, making you lurch to a halt in order to avoid ramming into him.

“What—I don't understand, 'Teyam. Did something happen—” A hopefulness shakes your voice. Hope that it isn't you. That something happened on the hunt to make him so irritated.

“You're so annoying, always following me around.” His hands gesture harshly, anger tightening his face. “Don't you have any friends to bother?”

You simply stood before him, gaping for several long moments. By the time the words processed, he'd already fled with a rough breath. That was the day things really changed between you.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a reason for the sudden shift. His parents, always thinking of the future, had told him a mate would be chosen for him soon. He would be the next Olo'eyktan, after all, and the pairing must be suitable for the prosperity of the clan.

They chose you.

From that moment, you became more than a friend. You became an obligation. Another addition to the long list of expectations his parents piled onto his shoulders. He crumbled under the weight, directing his spite to you since he couldn't show disrespect to his elders. It ate at him, the way he treated you, but the damage had already been done.

At first, you were sad. Many tears were shed over the situation. Many lonely nights spent at the secret spots the two of you had once frequented. Then, you got angry. Who was he to abandon you without reason? Without explanation?

So, you did what any vengeful woman would do and decided to get even.

You decided you would get his attention one way or another. Several methods proved successful. When you challenged him, his eyes would zero in on you, something dark flickering behind the glowing yellow. If you bested him, he'd huff and stalk off, shoulders tense. But if you teased him? That really got the reaction you were looking for.

He'd challenge you to races, and you'd win nearly every time, never wasting an opportunity to gloat.

“Oh, you were so close. Maybe next time.” Your voice is sickly sweet as you release your queue from your Ikran, feet hitting warm stone.

Neteyam lands a moment later, quickly dismounting his own beast. He turns on you, chin dipped, eyes hooded as they slice through yours harshly. “You cheated.”

“Don't be jealous just because I know a shortcut.” A huff falls from your lips as you smooth a braid away from your face.

“You always do this.” Fists clench at his sides, mouth slanting into a deep frown.

“Do what? Beat you?” You blink up at him innocently, and he seethes.

He seemed to always get angry if you put yourself in harms way, scolding you just as he would his siblings.

“You should not be so stupid.” He points a finger directly in your face, shoulders hunched with tension.

“You should not be so uptight.” You mimick his stance, poking a finger into his broad chest.

He growled, actually growled, the sound sending a flutter from your stomach to the heat between your legs. He took a step toward you, hand extending before he thought better and pulled it to his side.

“Be more careful, or next time I will tell your father.” He stalks off in a huff, leaving you to smirk victoriously to yourself.

After some testing, and pushing, you realized that nothing riled him up quite like the sight of you with another man.

You used this to your advantage, waiting until he was in view to share a few lingering touches or soft glances. You never took it too far, knowing it wasn't fair to give anyone the wrong idea. Your actions were innocent enough, but still, they made his blood boil.

He noticed every touch, every smile, every tiny little interaction. He was constantly distracted by it. Hearing the way the other men talked about you, that was hard enough, but seeing it right in front of him? It was almost too much to bear.

The moment he'd had enough came just after your twentieth birthday celebration. The entire clan came together to dance and sing, lifting you up in prayer for a good future. He was looking for you toward the end of the party, eyes flicking over the crowd. He was about to give up, go back to the family tent for the night, when he heard you.

His gaze snapped to the edge of the forest. You emerged with a burst of melodic laughter, head thrown back in joy. You weren't alone. One arm dragged behind you, fingers entwined with another's. Instantly, he saw red, his vision blurring until that small connection was the only thing in sight.

He stalked toward you without hesitation, something pulling at his heart when your smile dropped.

“A word?” He barks the order, giving you no time to protest as he rips your hand free and drags you back into the trees.

“Neteyam, what's going on?” Your voice is breathless as you lurch forward, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

He doesn't stop until you reach a secluded section of the forest, surrounded by glittering foliage. He turns on you, quickly dropping your hand.

“What were you doing with that boy?” The question is ground out through a tight jaw.

You stumble back in surprise. “I don't see how that's any of your business.”

“When someone touches you, it is my business.”One large step closes the distance again. “Did he touch you, Y/N?”

“I—” This dance continues, you moving back and him advancing, stalking you like prey. “I don't—”

“Answer the question.” His voice drops, the raspy demand making you swallow thickly, something fluttering deep in your stomach. The intensity of his eyes burns through you.

You don't stop moving, walking backward until rough bark presses into your spine. Neteyam meets you there, looming over you from only a few inches away.

“No.” The response isn't as firm as you would've liked, your voice wobbling with some unknown emotion.

“No, he didn't touch you?” He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, one hand moving up to rest against the tree above your head. “Or no, you won't answer?”

You lift your chin in defiance, gaze locking with his in silent challenge. A sudden brashness wafts through you. “Why does it matter?”

“Y/N, I swear...” His jaw clenches so hard he fears he might crack a tooth. He doesn't even sound like himself, breathing ragged and voice deep.

“What are you gonna do, mighty warrior?” A smirk tilts the corner of your lips, seeing how worked up you've gotten him.

He growls darkly, free hand moving to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen in surprise, a gasp parting your lips just before he connects them with his. He isn't gentle, lips slanting over yours as he takes the final step forward to eliminate any remaining space between you.

With his chest pressed against yours, you feel the rapid cadence of his heart. You can't help but instantly respond, stomach dipping. A pathetic sigh echoes from the trees, your hands lifting to wrap around his thin waist.

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He rips his lips from yours, instead moving to litter your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head all but slams against the tree as you throw it back in ecstasy. “You push, and push, just waiting for me to break. Isn't that right?”

A ragged moan falls from parted lips as sharp fangs nip at your skin.

“Say it.” He demands, moving back to pin you in place with a heated glare.

“Yes, yes.” You cage his face between your hands, pulling him back in.

Your lips slot together perfectly, moving in a feverish frenzy. He hums against you, knee knocking into yours to force your legs apart. He pushes his leg up, wedging his muscular thigh between yours.

He groans as your heat warms his skin, covering the sound of your desperate gasp. In an instant he grips your wrists, pining them above your head with one hand while the other moves to rip your loincloth from your hips.

“Is this okay?” He asks a moment too late, but you're too delirious with desire to care. Your head bobs quickly and he wastes no time in reconnecting your lips.

He holds you in place, strong thigh supporting your weight as you begin trembling. Your hips rut against his strong thigh, seeking friction. A broken sound pours into his mouth when his smooth skin catches your clit. Your core pulses with want, aching to be filled.

You've never felt like this, so out of control with desire. You don't know exactly what's going on, just that you need something. Anything to satiate this feeling. A tightness swells in your lower belly. Neteyam groans against you when he feels your slick against his leg.

He can't wait any longer, trailing a feather light touch down the column of your throat, your chest, your stomach, until he reaches the place he wants to be most.

“I need to stretch you, yawne (beloved).” He warns, just before a finger tentatively prods at your entrance.

You cry out against the foreign feeling, though the digit slides right in without protest. You tremble against him, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around the intrusion.

“‘Teyam!” You use the nickname that hasn't passed your lips in years, head tilting back as he gently thrusts his finger a few times.

“Yeah, that's right.” He grumbles, chest tight with emotion, adding another digit. “Say my name, sevin (pretty).”

“‘Teyam, ‘Teyam, ‘Teyam!” You cry out with each languid push against your sex, hips rocking to force him deeper.

He grunts against your neck, forehead pressed into you for support. He's painfully hard beneath his loincloth, hips rutting into yours shakily. He could cum from this, the noises you're making pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

He adds a third finger, and you wail pathetically, the pleasurable sting unlike anything you've felt before.

“‘Teyam, need you, please.” You don't care that you're begging, that he's gotten the best of you in this situation. You just need him to quench this desire, this emptiness suddenly fluttering your insides.

“Fuck, Y/N. You're not ready yet.” His voice is guttural, tormented with the wait, but he needs to make sure he won't hurt you.

You groan in protest, ripping your hands free of his loose hold. He's momentarily stunned as you undo his loincloth in record time. Your fingers wrap around his length, and he mewls. His hips snap forward, broken noises rumbling against your shoulder.

“Now, Neteyam.” You demand, angling his tip at your entrance.

“Shit, yawntutsyip (darling), wait.” His fingers leave you, but you barely have time to register the way your pussy clenches before he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He carries you a few steps to a clearing and gently lays you down, back now pressed against soft grass. You smile up at him as he leans over you, fingers soothing over his cheeks.

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes glittering under the eclipsed sun.

“Hi.” He can't help but grin, heart soaring at the position. He finally has you the way he wants, the way he's always wanted but was too stupid to realize.

“Ready?” He grips his pulsing cock and lines it up to you, gaze boring into yours to make sure.

“For you, always.” Your arms wrap around his neck languidly, pulling him in as he gently eases inside you.

Your back bows from the earth, chest pressing into his. He releases a ragged breath, eyes pinching at the way you're squeezing him. Slowly, slowly, he presses on until he bottoms out, tip nestled tightly against your womb.

“Neteyam…” You whimper, brows pinched, unsure what you’re even asking for.

“I know, baby, I know.” He coos gently, fingertips pushing stray braids from your forehead. “Gonna move now, okay?”

“Please.” You nod vigorously, legs tightening around his hips in encouragement.

“Fuck.” The curse slips past tight lips as he pulls out, slowly pressing back in to test the feeling.

“More, more.” Your head thrashes, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.

His forearms press into the dirt, caging you in as they support his weight. He grits his teeth, restraint tightening his chest. “Don’t want to hurt you, yawne (beloved)."

You groan with frustration and decide to take matters into your own hands. With your legs, still wrapped tightly around his hips, you twist harshly. The two of you roll to the side, Neteyam’s back hitting the ground with the force of the movement.

Wide eyes meet yours in surprise, the expression quickly morphing into one of pure ecstasy as you pull back until his cock is nearly all the way out before slamming back down.

“Fuck, Y/N, wait—” Fingers clamp around your hips to force you still.

Your core rolls forward, grinding your clit just how you need against him. You’re a moaning, stuttering mess, blubbering on top of him. Hands move to press into his strong stomach, stabilizing your efforts.

“Oh, Eywa.” His eyes roll back, hands going slack to allow you more freedom. He’s gone, all composure forfeit under the need to cum, the need to make you cum.

He slides a hand to your front, thumb pressing into your clit gently. You let out a ragged, broken noise, and he circles the digit, needing to hear it again.

“‘Teyam! I—I think…” Breath catches in your throat, muscles tensing around him. Something swells in your lower belly, an unfamiliar but incredibly pleasurable feeling.

He growls, the friction sending his pulsing cock closer to the edge. “Atta girl, come on. Cum for me.”

In an instant you’re frozen, pussy clenching hard until it gushes around him. You scream, the sound echoing through dense trees as you tremble with the force of your orgasm. Your back bows, bringing your closer to him as he lurches upright to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Y/N—I’m gonna—can I?” It's a desperate plea, the last bit of restraint he has left used to hold off his impending orgasm.

You nod quickly, arms encircling his head. “Yes, yes. Fill me up, yawnetu (love).”

He ruts against you, spilling into your core with a rough growl. His fangs nip at your neck, not hard enough to draw blood but to leave a little sting. He pulls you tight against him, arms crossing around your back.

Ragged breaths fill the forest as you both settle into stillness. Your fingers rub gentle circles into the back of his neck, his own smoothing down your sides. You feel the quick thrum of his heart against yours as he twitches inside you, making you whimper pathetically into his ear.

He gently lifts you, pulling out, your core spasming against the movement. He lays down in the grass, taking you with him, tucking you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. A contented sigh leaves your lips, eyes closing to bask in the afterglow for several minutes.

“You’re mine now, you know that right?” His voice is gentle, no authority behind the words, just speaking them as plainly as the truth.

You chuckle gently, nestling closer to his chest. “I’ve always been yours, ‘Teyam.”

[dawndelion-winery]

One Touch

In a world where you know your soulmate the moment you touch them

Ft. Alhaitham, Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Pantalone

Warnings: Main character(you) slander, Alhaitham's negative rizz, clingy ginger, Dottore chokes you, Pantalone tried to kill you but regrets it after

Alhaitham:

He'd never thought much of it, living day to day for no one but himself

After all, there was no logic in seeking out someone you didn't even know

And it wasn't like anyone was there to push him to find his soulmate, since he wasn't that close to anyone apart from his roommate

He was quite content with your absence in his life

At least until he felt the strange jolt of electricity surge through his body when you'd grabbed his hand in a firm handshake

Kaveh had rolled his eyes as he introduced the two of you, ready to usher you away before Alhaitham said anything offensive

So he was quite taken aback when Alhaitham greeted you politely, without any of his usual distractions at hand

Kaveh's eyes widened as he quickly stepped in between. "Alright, y/n and I have work to be doing, so we'll be off now," Kaveh declared as he not so subtly hurried you out of the house. You? His dear friend? With that tasteless oaf? Oh absolutely not, he couldn't possibly condemn you to such horror.

Thus it became Kaveh's mission to third wheel as obnoxiously as possible in any situation where you might find yourself needing to interact with the scribe.

Of course there's only so far that would go, since Kaveh couldn't be around you all the time. But by god did Alhaitham's concept of flirting make him pity you; the man would recommend books only to watch you intently as you read them with an intimidatingly impassive face, trying his best to ascertain if his recommendation was to your liking though it looked more like he was ready to fight you if you didn't enjoy the book. Kaveh wasn't even sure he needed to intervene at that point because he was confident Alhaitham had negative rizz. Yet he had failed to take into account your own horrifically terrible taste in men.

~

"If you're happy like this..." Kaveh muttered, eyes twitching from seeing his best friend slip their hand into his roommate's as they share a drink.

Childe:

He distinctly remembers your first touch as a stinging slap across the face

Now why would you be audacious enough to strike a harbinger?

You weren't really thinking straight, if at all, and Childe was being...well, himself

You'd been wandering around collecting herbs that could be used for fishing, so you set up a nice spot by the water and sat in wait

That was when a stranger came up to say hi with his face uncomfortably close to yours

Given how empty the surrounding area was, it was no surprise that the sound seemed to echo. The realisation of who he was to you echoed in your mind as well. Shock was evident in his face as his eyes froze wide open while his hand rose to massage his reddened cheek. Yet he didn't seem to be in any sort of pain from the ecstatic grin on his face. The ginger was quick to sidle up to you and strike up conversation, not overly concerned about the fact he was disturbing your peaceful fishing.

That was when you found out your soulmate was one of the fatui, and a harbinger no less. If anything, you were glad he turned out to be your soulmate because you couldn't quite bring yourself to imagining the consequences should he have not been so excited to meet you. You were no fool though, you'd heard the rumours surrounding him, about how he'd tried to drown Liyue.

You were also certain he'd deny it, but all he said about it was he finally saw why he was dispatched to Liyue despite being treated as bait by his colleague. "Clearly, this was all just the greater scheme of the ever benevolent Tsaritsa."

It's not like you could say he was wrong when he looked at you with such relief and contentment. You might want to establish boundaries though, since he seemed to get increasingly less concerned about maintaining distance between the two of you despite having just met (his arm was completely pressed against yours and the same could be said about his cheek quite soon).

Diluc:

He's not even the type to shake hands or even touch people in general, be it a high five or a clap on the back

The only reason he'd made any contact with you was to scoop you up and dash as a blazing axe mitachurl was about to pound you into an ashen pulp

There were no words exchanged as he set you down a safe distance away and nodded awkwardly, contemplating how he should approach you in future

Which probably wasn't the best idea because there you were reconsidering your life since it's turned out the Darknight Hero was your soulmate?

Actual insanity frfr

It wasn't like you could tell anyone because what if one day he wanted to spend time with you with his actual identity and the friends you told pieced it together and outed him

You completely forgot that only the first touch would tell you who your soulmate was, so even if you happened to make contact with him again, you probably wouldn't be able to recognise him unless he revealed himself to you

"Hey, nice to meet you!" You smiled and extended your hand to yet another Mondstädter, your cheery disposition turning forced when you didn't feel the same buzz from their hand. All the while, Diluc watched from afar, wondering just what you were trying to achieve. He hoped you weren't always this overly friendly because you accidentally getting involved with the wrong people would be a while other issue to worry about.

It did take him a while to realise what you were trying to do, at which he chuckled to himself. How careless of you to forget the tingle only applied to the first touch you shared with him. Though his fondness was quickly replaced by worry once again as he thought of how he now had to find a way to convince you it was him. It wasn't like he could drop that big of a bomb on you either, because how insane would that sound? "Hey, I'm actually your soulmate, that borderline illegal vigilante you met the other day." Just thinking about it had Diluc groaning.

Another thing he had failed to consider is how creepy it was for him to keep staring at you and then groaning with his face in his hands. It was definitely one way to get your attention. He was lucky he had such distinct, fiery red hair or you might have never connected the dots and mistook him for a stalker of sorts.

To this day you both still bicker over who was the bigger clown.

Dottore:

You thought you'd have some meet cute with the doctor and he'd fall for you at first sight upon realising how special you are?

Wrong. You're depraved, fool. You wouldn't even entertain the possibility of thinking of Dottore romantically otherwise

As you were not so sneakily lurking around to catch glimpses of the infamous doctor at work, you were starting to irritate him

He really was trying not to kill his own subordinates for no reason (lie) and you were truly pushing your luck, following him around and looking at him all giddy and expectant

Then again just what were you doing there he suddenly recalled how no one but his clones were supposed to be in the lab with him then

It happened in a flash, and your back was on the table with his hand tightening around your neck

A second later his frown deepened before morphing into confusion and disappointment

Then he finally settled on a reluctant acceptance

Your throat burned, though not quite for the reason you expected. Il Dottore was undoubtedly strong; he wasn't the second harbinger for nothing. Yet it was his vice grip that ailed your throat, but an unfamiliar thrill that seared itself into your skin at his touch. You noticed how his eyes widened (as did yours) and you could only imagine it was because he had felt a similar sensation.

"Don't get in my way," he ordered as he released you. There was some thrill to having the doctor be so stern with you yet not dole out any punishment. And so, like a little rat, you stubbornly snuck around when you were told not to. "Open defiance this soon after learning your privilege? Tsk."

How quickly your exploration cane to an end with him pulling you onto his lap, a firm hand holding you in place. "Shut up," he hissed when you made a small startled sound. After which he kissed the top of your forehead, as though it'd compensate for the emotional damage of having him scold you. (It did)

Pantalone:

Was it any surprise that the first time you touched was with a handshake to seal a deal with him?

You'd been caught trying to rob the Northland Bank, and in exchange for your life, you now had to seek out some ancient relic that would put your life at risk in the journey

Honestly you were planning to make a run for it

But then you shook his hand and a strange warmth came over you, compelling you to keep your promise to him

How lovely, your soulmate was a banker shocking, frankly, since you'd think bankers have no souls but I digress

On the other hand, the unusual warmth had also left him doubtful of the mission he had sent you on, anxious for your return, which he rationalised as really wanting that artifact despite initially having sent you to die

So he sends some underlings to aid you

Which you, unfortunately, took as a sign of mistrust at first

"Lord Regrator has ordered we accompany you to assist with the journey."

You stared at the fatui skirmishers. They stared back just as blankly, unsure just what was expected of them; Pantalone's expressions made it clear enough that you were someone precious, and it worried them that you didn't care for the consequences they'd face if they didn't get you back safely.

As loyal subordinates, they also knew it went without saying that Pantalone expected data on you from the trip. You were nearly exasperated with them, incessantly pointing things out to you to jot down what your reaction would be. Clearly, subtlety wasn't a part of their training regimen. By the time you were close to obtaining the mythic relic (which you weren't even sure existed at first), you were convinced that the life threatening bits were simply from how annoying your 'assistants' were.

You'd most definitely get your soulmate back for this transgression. And miles away, Pantalone felt a shudder down his spine, subconsciously aware of the rivalry he had started.

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Only the Best Incentive

Trying to get your boyfriend to attend classes didn't go as you had planned.

mdni. cws: dubcon(?), public, light degradation, unprotected sex, fingering, edging, pussy job, creampie

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Why did you suggest this? It worked... but at what consequence?

Leona, your dear, sweet, pain in the ass boyfriend, almost never came to class. You had finally reached a breaking point with his disinterest and demanded he start attending his classes. Of course, all he did was roll over and dismiss your concerns with a lazy swish of his tail. Leona was like a fish who needed a baited hook. In your desperation you said something you thought would be enough of an incentive. His ears perked up and pupils dialated.

Lo and behold, the next day, there he was, seated next to you in the back of the class, during first period. As Trein drained on and on, all you could focus on was Leona's sharp eyes glancing at you and his rough palm on your thigh. There was an entire conversation that happened in these glances. A look of warning was met with a sly smile and a look of false innocence. His hand trailed further up your thigh. His fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You leaned forward on the desk, lightly biting your finger, regretting the decision to use this as an incentive to get him to attend class. His nimble fingers slipped underneath your skirt, his fingernails lightly scratched the plush skin. You had to bite back a noise as his fingers ran over a still sore hickey from a previous amorous night. Leona let out a quiet chuckle and held a finger up to his lips, telling you to be quiet teasingly.

You tried to keep your composure as you felt his fingers brush the outside of your panties. His fingers ran up and down, massaging the area. He put pressure on your clit under the thin fabric, snickering as he felt the fabric grow damp under his hand. He pushed the fabric to the side and ran his finger through your slit directly. You turned your gaze down to your notes, trying to hide your flustered face best you could. Leona made a soft scoff and tipped your chin up with his other hand. "Oh no no sweetheart, pay attention, you're in class~" He teased you quietly as his fingers stroked your outer lips and teased your dripping slit. "hmm.. already so wet?" He chuckled lowly. "You must be loving this. Doing something so naughty in class, surrounded by your friends. You dirty little bitch~" You stifled back a whimper as his finger sunk into your depths. You looked at him and his stupid shit-eating grin. He turned his gaze back to the professor, pretending like he wasn't knuckles deep in your core under the desk. You tried to pay attention best you could, hand shaking slightly as you took notes.

Just as you started to get comfortable with his finger inside, he added another. Feeling two of his long slender fingers dragging through and caressing your warm, wet insides caused you to let out a small noise. Hearing the noise, Epel turned around in the desk in front of you, raising an eyebrow to check if you were okay. You waved him off with a forced smile, reassuring you were fine; that it was nothing. Epel nodded and turned back around. "Shh~" Leona chastised with his same smirk.

Leona was being a little shit about his 'reward'. He didn't just finger you quickly then be done with it. Oh no. He was drawing it out. His fingers moved slow and deep, teasing you to the edge of bliss before pulling you back by stopping completely. The entire lecture he teased and edged you. You were desperate. Your cunt ached and your thighs quivered as you craved release. Suddenly, his fingers increased in speed and his thumb touched your neglected clit. He was finally going to let you cum. Again, you felt the pressure build inside you, closer and closer to bliss... then the bell rung. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them off and packed up. You were stunned. "Leona... what? He didn't even try to hide his smirk. "What? You said that if i came to class I could finger you. You never said i had to let you cum" That little bitch-

The rest of the day you couldn't get over your frustration and arousal. He had left you high and dry (wet). It was uncomfortable to sit through the rest of the day with this desperation. As soon as the final bell rang you hightailed it towards the Savanaclaw dorm. You were on a critical path, not stopping to even acknowledge Ruggie as you passed. You barged into Leona's room. closing the door hard and locking it. Leona, who was lazing on his bed, his tail swishing out of boredom, barely opened one eye to look at you before grumbling and rolling over so his back faced you. He was napping shirtless, as he often did, making it hard not to get distracted by the toned muscles of his back, flexing and shifting as he rolled over.

He was cute thinking he could ignore you right now. You walked over to his bed and pulled him onto his back, straddling his waist. You looked down at him with a glare. With lazy lids he looked up at you and his hands came to rest on your hips. "Oh? What's gotten into you little herbivore?" Your brows furrowed. "Don't you even start" He didn't stop you as you undid his belt and pants, leaving him only clad in boxers. "Did i get the herbivore all worked up?~" The shit-eating grin was back on his face. You didn't answer as you removed your skirt but left your panties on. You wanted to tease and edge him to madness like he had done to you earlier.

You began to rub your clothed cunt against his boxers. He leaned his head back with a smug smile, letting you. He believed that you were only desperate for your own climax. After seeing how little this clothed grinding affected him, you removed his boxers and your panties. You began grinding on him again. This time, your warm and slick cunt was against his bare cock. His dick slipped between your lower lips as you rocked. This caused Leona to groan in pleasure. You felt his cock stiffen as you rubbed up and down his his shaft. The slick from your weeping core making it easier and easier to grind on him. Your hands were behind you, bracing yourself on his thighs as you rocked over his everhardening cock. His groans became increasingly more frequent. "f-fuck" You could tell he was getting close. Just as he was about to cum, you stopped grinding and got off of him.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing herbivore?" You chuckled, looking for where you had thrown your panties to. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine." A low growl came from his throat. Before you could react he had grabbed your waist and you were pinned under him. His emerald eyes pierced through your soul. "Leona- AH~" His cock had thrusted inside your tight cunt before you could even finish your response. "You think you can deny me huh?" Your jaw hung open as he didn't hesitate to roughly pound you into the mattress. Not even a moan left your lips at the sudden and overwhelming pleasure. "Huh?!" Leona repeated harshly as he gripped your face. "N-no" You finally stuttered out. Leona didn't let up on his relentless, almost feral thrusting as he leaned in and stole a rough kiss. "Good" His tone was firm, almost venomous.

He grunted as he pushed one of your legs up, holding it tightly to get a whole new angle. You were almost seeing stars. Getting him frustrated was not a good idea... or was it? Broken moans spilled from your lips as his dick thrusted deep into your hole at an inhuman speed. Leona loved to see your fucked out expression, arching back and quivering thighs. "You wanted so badly to cum didn't you? Well.. cum. Cum." He ordered. Your body couldn't help but cooperate as you finally burst, adding more liquid to the puddle between your legs. Leona let out an animalistic growl as he felt your slick walls contract around him, milking him for all he is worth. He made one last deep thrust and painted your insides white while firmly holding your hips to his. He wanted to cum as deeply in you as he could.

He thrusts languidly a few more times before pulling out and collapsing on your chest. You grunted under his weight. "Never deny me again" You went to complain that it was unfair he could do it but you couldn't to him. "But-" "I was trying to nap before you came in love" That was the end of the conversation. He was asleep on your chest. His tail was coiled around your thigh. You sighed and put a hand on his bare back. You were stuck under the weight of your boyfriend. His cum was slowly dripping from your messy but finally relived cunt as you drifted off to sleep.