#I also played around with coding with scratch a bit

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Thank you so much for recommending scratch for the kidlet I used to babysit who wants to learn to code. He's started playing with it and he loves it! Do you have any recommendations for any supplemental materials I could give him? Like books or guides or something?

[loveanddeepdick]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ hi angel!

obsesssed!perv!geto x f!reader || suguru keeps jacking off to you! stop it sugu!

here is a link to my obsessed!geto masterlist this fic is crazy btw pls click off if u get uncomfy

cw and notes: LOWK WRITTEN NASTYILY AND HORNYBRAINED, im gonna be honest its a mess of all the shit i like, kinda gross geto lol, groping, sir kink, dom/sub coded, obsession, unhealthy behavior, dubcon touchin, nudes, indecent exposure but in the comfort of your own home, piv sex, nipple play, creampie, teasing, masturbation, multiple rounds, posessiveness, this is a little insane of me but per the request of deepdick citizens i as your mayor will deliver, not proofead lol

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geto suguru has no shame.

from the moment you met him until now, he always says everything and anything on his mind. when he first asked you out, he pulled you aside, gripping your shoulder as he bluntly confessed to you.

"we'll have dinner tomorrow. 8pm at nobu," he smiled before patting your shoulder and walking away. you damn near got whiplash as you swiveled your head around, speechless as he just nonchalantly walked off.

but if you thought he spoke his mind without any repercussions, you should've seen what he did to the coworker who was harassing you. he's heard about her during one of your stories about work, crazy customers, unhinged coworkers, careless higher-ups.

she was long gone the day you returned to work.

in a way, he loved that you didn't mind his straightforward behavior , that you appreciated how transparent he was. but with that also came with your nympho boyfriend jacking off anywhere and everywhere in your shared apartment. he walks around with his dick out for fucks sake, and today, you swore he was on some aphrodisiac.

9:14am. friday morning.

you were cooking up breakfast in your shared kitchen, humming as you sipped from your mug. you heard the heavy creaking of suguru's feet on the wooden floor approaching as he yawned. he was inhumanly tall, lanky and skinny yet toned whenever he stretched.

he groaned scratched his stomach underneath his black tank, lifting it up to reveal his dark happy trail.

"morning, baby," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your neck as he leaned down, pressing his chest to your back as he inhaled your scent.

"brush your teeth, su-" you paused as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, behind you ears, and the top of your head. you silently cursed, feeling something hard growing against your back. "again, suguru?".

you lightly pushed his head back before he whined and buried his nose in your hair again, inhaling deeplty.

"you smell so good, angel," he was nearly whimpering, his cock growing harder, "please, baby, just let me have my morning fill,"

you bit your cheek to keep a poker face, grabbing bowls for you and suguru before bending over the counter

"help yourself," you playfully sighed before grabbing the pans and plating the food. he grinned, giving you kisses in your hair before pulling your pajamas and panties down, taking his cock out to jack off to your ass. "make it quick, suguru,"

"fuucck, youre so hot, just keep.. keep doing what you were doing," he spat into fist before fucking his dick into it.

"you're such a pervert, suguru," you mumbled, bending over a little more to give him a better view.

"keep calling me that, turns me on," there was hearts in his eyes, watching your cute pajama pants scrunched around your knees as your pussy and little asshole was twitching and puckering just for him.

like clockwork, he squirted white ropes, coating your pussy as it dripped down onto your panties. he kneeled down, pulling your panties up to your cum soaked pussy before he brought a finger up to run it against the crotch area, poking around at his sealed cum against your hole.

"so gross," you rolled your eyes.

"yeah? but you stand there, you take it, and you love it, don't you?" he chuckled, pressing his nose in to inhale as you yelp, making you bend over just a little better as he sniffed in the nasty mix.

with a kiss to your clothed pussy, he pulled your pajamas back up, getting back to his feet with a gentle smack to your ass.

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11:52pm, friday afternoon

you get a text during your lunch break from suguru. what could he need this time? well, you had an idea.

>'hi, angel im otw with some lunch for you'

>'doing what i asked you to, aren't you?'

you hid your blush even though you were alone in your office. there, under your tight skirt and white cotton panties, was suguru's load was pressed wetunder your panties, your thighs squeezing together and keeping the cum warm.

<mhm im in my office

>[video attatchment]

you opened the video with low volume. he was in his car, holding a polaroid of you. he's in the parking garage of the apartment complex with his zipper down, his cock pink and standing tall. the video is only a minute long as he jacks off to your picture, his cock tip nearly touching your face on the polaroid before he cums, covering the entire thing.

what a nasty man.

you hear a knock on your door before he comes in, your thighs instinctively trying to hide your arousal from his teasing words. you place your phone on your desk as he approaches, chuckling at the sight of your not-so-well hidden flustered face.

"what's wrong, angel?" he mocked, grinning before he stood before you, his pointer finger lightly stroking your jaw as you peered up at his form.

his tall, dark form is almost eerie as he leaned down a little to look at you. he had hurricanes in his eyes as they bore into yours before trailing down a bit to your cleavage poking out from your white button-up. what a pervert. even then, it was like peering into heaven after centuries damned in hell.

your arms drift up and around his waist before you embrace his toned figure, your cheek pushed into his sweater.

"my eyes aren't as low as where you're looking, you creep,"

"just means i can focus on two things at once, huh?"

you playfully slap him before he grabs your wrist, pulling you up from your chair and pinning your against your desk, your chest against his ribcage as he peers down upon you.

"missed you so much," he breathed out before his eyes trailed down, his hands coming up to trace your figure, his hands stopping to cup your tits through your clothes as you squirmed and closed your legs, "keep them open,"

his knee came in between your legs, parting them and leaving you. vulnerable to him.

"you been a good girl today, hm?" he chuckled, giving your tits a squeeze before one of his hands travelled down to your skirt, lifting it up to reveal your nearly see-through panties squished up on his leg.

"yes, sir.." you the inside of your cheek to bite back a moan as he began slighly moving his leg up and down.

he guided you to sit on the desk as he knelt, lifting your skirt as he looked at your panties with hearts in his eyes. you leaned back a bit so he could take them off. his fingers hooked both sides of your panties as he slowly peeled.

"ffuuckkk, angel," he hissed as the mixture of his cum and your arousal strung to your pussy as he pulled down your panties, the crotch area gooey and smearing the sticky substance all over your pussy.

you whined as he licked a hard stripe from your perineum to your clit, giving it a loud suck before leaning back, showing you the nasty mix on his tongue before swallowing it with a shit eating grin.

"gross perv- ah, fuck!" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his head dove in between your legs again, lapping at your pussy as he flicked it with his tongue and shoved his face deep between your thighs, using his hands to push them together and trap his face.

"suuguuu..." you whined as you grinded on his face

"use my face, baby, y'taste so fucking good, nobody knows this sloppy pussy like i fuckin' do," he pulled off your clit with a slurp before spitting on it, "say it. say i know this pussy the best,"

"y-you know this pussy the best, sir!" you gripped his long silky hair before your heart dropped into your pussy, "w-wait sir, something c-coming!"

"just let it happen, angel, let go for me, it's gonna feel good i promise," he groaned into your pussy before you twitched, convulsing as you squirted into his mouth. he latched onto your pussy, sucking your clit and messily lapping his touch as he drank your juices.

"so.. gross, sugu,"

"lunch break's over, sweetheart," he chuckled with a kiss after he helped you clean up, "tell your coworkers i said hi,"

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6:07 pm, friday evening

suguru loves watching you eat. he rarely ever works in person, preferring to have his spirit consultations online (where he loves to scam rich people who exploit others). before you come home from work, he makes sure to make you a nice home-cooked meal or get takeout from somewhere you love.

he watches you eat, savoring each spoonful and gushing on and on about how good it tastes. the small smile on his face looks like little cracks on a china plate. to any other person, it would seem as though his reaction was neutral, but you knew this meant he was ecstatic.

later, you flopped on your bed, landing atop the blankets on your back as you sigh happily from the food. he comes up to you, climbing into bed to sit against the headboard before he reached down and rubbed your stomach lightly with his thumb,

"tummy must be all fun huh, angel?" he chuckled, "should i put on a movie?"

you nod, rolling over onto your stomach as you rest your cheek on your crossed arms, shuffling pressing your side against geto's as he watches you swing your feet in the air a bit.

suguru puts on a horror movie and you groan, realizing it was his turn to choose. you haven't seen this one yet, an old classic thriller probably. some stupid killer on the loose with more stupid people getting killed probably.

he watches you, the way you seem so intrigued with the plot, the way your back moves up and down as you breath, your little laughs when the characters make a joke. he just can't help the blood rushing down to his crotch. the movie plays as you begin to drift off before you hear the shuffling of fabric.

before you turn around, you hear him cough and spit into his hand. the sounds of his spit-soaked hand going up and down his cock, sloppy and desperate for relief as he gets so turned on by you doing anything.

"suguu.. are you jacking off right now?" you gasp, your head whipping around to see him pumping his cock with a expressionless face.

"just focus, baby," he grunted, "you look so cute right now,"

you shifted, sitting against the headboard with him, snuggled up to his side as you watched him masturbate. it wasn't weirdest thing, in fact, this was probably the most normal thing going on in your home. he draped his arm around you, resting it on the headboard as you shyly watched him.

"you're so pretty, suguu," you breathed as he sped up his strokes

with a groan, he finishes on his hand, bringing it up to your lips so you could clean it.

"goood girl, always so obedient, aren't you?" he smiles as you release his finger with a pop, licking his hand clean and drifting your focus back to the movie. you try to swallow it covertly but the way his eyes dart to you face shows that he noticed. he nestled closer to you, his arm resting on your thigh.

the movie continued, suguru not even bothering to put his dick back and going bare in your room (ew) before his arm shifted again, the arm around you dropping lower until his fingers were grazing your shoulder. with a blush you squirm as his hand begins to travel down to your clothed chest, resting on it.

you glare at him before focusing on the movie again until you feel him squeeze it lightly, his finger coming up to draw circles around you covered nipple. biting back a moan, you drift your hand closer to his cock until the killer from the movie pops up with a loud bang, scaring you as you yelp.

your clothed clit grazes against geto's fingers as you jump. he holds back a laugh for your sake, watching you scared expression from the film as he keep his fingers against your clit. after a couple minutes, he begins rubbing it gently through your panties.

you moan, pawing at his wrist gently as you babble about watching the movie. he knew you didn't give two shits about the shitty cgi two-star film.

"you don't want it? tell me if you don't want it, baby, i'll stop," he mumbles against your hear as his groping and rubbing stops for a moment, waiting for your response only to be met with silence. he smiles against your ear before he lifts you up, laying you down on the previous position on your stomach again as he sits behind you.

"you wanna focus? then focus."

he watches you squirm, your fluffy pajama shorts hugging your figure as he can almost swear he can see your pussy. he stalks like a predator hunting prey behind you, trapping you under him as he pulls your panties aside.

"don't get scared, baby," he chuckles, "you jumping is only gonna make me feel good,"

he thrusts his dick deep into you as you moan, gripping the sheets as your feet kicked against the bed from the sudden intrusion. he pressed his body against you, leaning into your neck as he inhales your scent, his hand coming up to your face to shove his fingers into your mouth.

"y'look just like the person on screen, sweetheart," he grunts as you dart your eyes to the film, seeing the victims of the killer trapped in a basement with their arms restrained and their mouths duct taped.

what a strange movie.

he presses his body weight on your back as he drills mean thrusts deep into your pussy, his fat cock head pushing against your cervix as you drool on his fingers. you closed your eyes in fear of getting scared by the fictional killer again, but seeing your cute face all scrunched up and choking on his lanky fingers only made him thrust harder.

"shhuuuguu," you choke as he holds you down under him, his mean hips fucking you over and over again.

"gonna cum, angel? yeahh? good girl, take this dick-fuck, i was made for this fuckin sloppy pussy,"

he groans as you nod and drool, enjoying your slurry of words as he pushes his fingers deeper. you convulse and squeze around his cock, milking him until he came with a loud groan. he continues thrusting slowly even after that, letting you ride out your orgasm until he stills in your cum-fill pussy.

he takes his fingers out your mouth, popping them in his mouth to suck them before turning your face to meet his eyes. giving you a soft kiss on your lips, he carries you out your room to properly clean you up.

what a messy girl

[sxytwker]

Boyfriend Luigi

Summary: Luigi comes to your dorm after a long and tiring day, and you just want to take care of him. It leads to him turning needy and wanting your love! Because who wouldn’t say no to his perfect smile and pretty eyes?

POV: 3rd person. She/Her pronouns.

Part 1

Smut • MDNI

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

*I literally hated the Surfbreak fic I made, I might post it like way later, but I quickly made this one. I really really like this fic I made, and it’s also the first time I’ve written smut. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I gave it a try. Please give feedback! Thank youuuu enjoy! 💗*

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The door flung open, hard enough to rattle the mini whiteboard she always kept pristine. Luigi Mangione stepped in with his hoodie pulled halfway over his curls, laptop bag slung low, and a scowl riding high on his face.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t look at her.

Just kicked off his sneakers in two annoyed jerks and let them land wherever they landed. Then he sank onto the edge of her bed, hunched over, elbows on knees, and pulled his hoodie down lower, like the room offended him.

She blinked, sitting at her desk with her laptop open, a perfectly color-coded set of notes pulled up on Notion, and a mug of peppermint tea steaming quietly beside her. Her necklace—thin gold with a tiny star charm—glinted as she tilted her head.

“…Lu?”

Nothing. Just a dramatic sigh. He ran a hand through his curls—messier than usual—and muttered something under his breath. Something that definitely included the word “bullshit.”

She stood slowly, crossing the room in her soft socks. She could practically smell the static stress clinging to him—code that wouldn’t compile, a prof who made some dumb offhand comment, a meeting that went sideways. Luigi’s bad moods were rare, but when they hit, they hit full force. Especially when he didn’t win.

“Hey,” she said gently, standing in front of him, “what happened?”

Another sigh. Another eye roll. “Nothing. Just—stupid CS group project. Nobody knows what they’re doing, and I’m the one stuck fixing everyone’s broken code again. And Professor McGregor? He’s on my ass about this AI module I already finished. Like—” He waved his hands. “I’m not a magician, I can’t make JavaScript do calculus.”

“JavaScript shouldn’t be doing calculus.”

“Exactly!”

She bit back a smile. There it was. The drama, the hands, the cocky frustration that made him magnetic. She leaned forward and gently took off his hoodie, coaxing it over his head. His curls popped back up, tousled and warm from the fabric.

Luigi looked up at her finally—eyes tired, lashes long, the corner of his mouth twitching but not quite making it to a smile.

“You’re still mad,” she said softly.

“Not at you,” he muttered.

She stepped closer, standing between his knees now. “I know.”

He sighed again—but this time, less sharp. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his curls, slow and gentle, nails scratching lightly at his scalp the way he liked. He visibly melted. His eyes fluttered closed. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs without thinking, pulling her closer until she was practically between his legs.

“God,” he breathed. “You always smell so damn good.”

“Clean and sweet,” she teased, lips brushing against his temple.

“You’re a menace,” he mumbled, voice already softer.

She smiled and bent down, pressing the softest kiss to his cheekbone, then another to the side of his neck. His arms slid around her waist. She kept playing with his hair, combing through it with slow fingers like she had all the time in the world.

“I hate everyone except you,” he whispered against her shoulder.

“That’s because I’m the only one who knows how to calm you down.”

“You’re smug.”

“Only when I’m right.”

He finally laughed, low and grudging. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

He leaned back just enough to look up at her, brown eyes searching hers. “You’re too good for me.”

She kissed his forehead this time. “I know.”

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The room was dark except for the amber light of her desk lamp, turned low, casting soft shadows across the floor. Her laptop had been closed. Notebooks stacked. The air smelled faintly of lavender laundry detergent and her body cream—the one he always buried his face into when he hugged her from behind.

Luigi was sprawled on her bed now, hoodie loose over his boxers, one leg bent, the other draped across the mattress like he owned the place. Which, honestly, he kind of did. At least emotionally. He’d been sulking for hours, rotating between petty complaints and clingy affection.

She came out of the bathroom with her glasses off, barefaced, in a soft cotton cami and matching shorts the color of fresh cream. Gold glinted at her ears and collarbone. She smelled like every good memory he had.

“Finally,” he muttered, reaching for her like he hadn’t seen her in days instead of ten minutes.

“You are so dramatic.”

“And you’re so hot it’s illegal,” he said, pulling her down onto him without waiting.

She let out a surprised laugh, landing with a soft thud against his chest, her thigh sliding between his. His hands were already on her hips, hoodie sleeves pulled halfway up his forearms.

“I’m still mad,” he mumbled against her skin. “Just so you know.”

“Oh, I know. You’ve been stomping around my room and having an attitude.”

“Shut up,” he breathed, and then he was kissing her neck.

Warm. Wet. Open-mouthed kisses that left slick trails across her collarbone and just under her jaw. Not rushed—needy. Like he had to have her or he’d combust.

Her breath hitched.

“Lu…”

He didn’t stop. His curls brushed her cheek as he kissed lower, then back up, then behind her ear—his hoodie slipping off one shoulder as he shifted above her. She could feel how worked up he was just from the press of his body. The warmth. The low hum of want that buzzed in his chest and spilled out with every exhale.

“You’re so soft,” he said into her skin. “So warm. Makes me forget everything.”

Her fingers found his curls again, pulling them gently, slow but firm. His hips twitched against hers.

“God,” he breathed. “Keep doing that.”

“You’re the one that started this,” she said, but her voice was already a little shaky, lips parted, lashes fluttering. “You gonna be good now?”

“No,” he said immediately, voice rough. “I want all of you. Right now.”

“You’re such a brat.”

“You love it,” he smirked, then kissed her again—deeper, this time, tongue sliding lazily along her neck.

Her soft whines slipped out before she could stop them. Not loud. Just enough for him to smirk against her skin, teeth grazing the spot just below her ear. His hoodie hung open now, his hands sliding under the hem of her top, palms warm against her back.

“I had such a shitty day,” he whispered, voice breaking just a little. “Need you. Just… need you.”

That cracked something in her chest.

She held his face, kissed him slow and sure, fingers still buried in his hair like she’d never let go. And maybe she wouldn’t.

His lips crashed into hers like he was starving.

But she didn’t just melt into it—she took control. One hand still tangled in his hair, the other gripping his hoodie near the collar, pulling him closer. When his tongue brushed hers, tentative, needing, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit—soft, slow, just enough pressure to make him gasp.

“Shit,” he breathed, pulling back half an inch, eyes wide, pupils blown. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She didn’t answer. Just kissed him again, tongue sliding past his lips with intention this time—sucking, slow and deep, until he moaned into her mouth like he couldn’t help it. His fingers dug into her waist, clutching at the soft curve of her hips through her shorts.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, dazed. “Where did that come from?”

“You looked like you could use a little attitude adjustment,” she whispered against his lips.

He laughed—breathy, desperate—and kissed her again, messier now, hands roaming up her sides, under the cami. She was straddling him fully now, her thighs bracketing his, soft cotton sliding against his boxers. He was already hard beneath her, pressed right where she could feel him the most.

She moved.

Just once—hips rolling forward, slow and deliberate.

He groaned. Loud.

“Babe…”

She rolled again. Back, forward. Keeping her pace slow, grinding into him with that maddening rhythm only she could pull off—just enough friction to make him curse, not enough to let him get there.

“You’re evil,” he said, voice tight.

“You like it.”

“Of course I like it,” he choked, head dropping back into the pillows, curls splayed. “You’re sitting on my dick and making me beg—how am I not supposed to like that?”

Her lips brushed his neck again, and her teeth grazed lightly over his pulse point before she kissed it, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin.

He whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

“Oh my god,” he said, hands clinging to her thighs now like she was the only thing tethering him to earth. “You’re driving me insane.”

She sat up slightly, looking down at him with that wicked glint in her eye, gold jewelry catching the lamplight.

“Good,” she said. “Then it’s working.”

Luigi’s hoodie was halfway off his shoulders, clinging to him like he didn’t even have the motor control to take it off. She leaned down and pulled it the rest of the way off him, nails dragging lightly down his arms as she tossed it aside.

He was flushed, breath ragged, curls stuck to his forehead. Her thighs still pinned him in place, and his boxers—soaked through with want—left nothing to the imagination.

“You’re not playing fair,” he panted.

“That’s rich,” she murmured, reaching down to tug at the waistband of his boxers, “coming from the guy who mouth-fucked my neck ten minutes ago.”

“Guilty,” he whispered, then surged up to kiss her collarbone—messy, open, tongue-heavy. He sucked hard, just below the strap of her cami, his hands now fully under her top. His fingers slipped up her sides, grazing just under her breasts but not touching yet. Not until she said so.

She gasped, and he took that as encouragement.

He bit—light, but with enough pressure to leave heat in its wake—and then soothed it with his tongue. Another kiss. Another suck. The sound obscene in the quiet room.

“That’s one,” he muttered against her skin, smirking.

“Lu,” she warned, knowing what he was doing.

“Just one more,” he murmured, trailing kisses up to her neck, the spot that always made her breath stutter. He sucked there—slow and deep—and she let out the softest whimper, fingers tightening in his hair, tugging.

He groaned. Loud. Like she’d touched him somewhere filthy.

She ground down against him again, harder this time, dragging the damp fabric of his boxers along her heat. His hips bucked up into hers helplessly, need taking over.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he said, voice raw. “You’re so wet.”

She bit her lip, eyes locked on his, hands sliding down his chest, slow and deliberate. “Take them off, then.”

His eyes widened.

“You—?”

“Take. Them. Off.”

He fumbled for a second—like his brain short-circuited—then yanked down his boxers, cock springing free, flushed and already leaking. He was thick and twitching under her, the tip red and glistening. She ran her fingers along the length, feather-light, watching him fall apart beneath her.

He moaned so loudly she had to cover his mouth with her hand, laughing softly.

“Shhh,” she whispered. “You want my RA to hear you begging?”

He nodded into her palm like a man possessed, eyes rolling back, hips jerking up into nothing.

She slid her shorts off slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Luigi looked like he was watching the gates of heaven open just for him.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, hands scrambling for her hips, “please let me—please, babe, I need you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, settling over him again, the head of his cock brushing against her entrance, making them both gasp. “Need me that bad?”

He nodded, desperate. “I’m gonna lose it. You don’t get it. I’ve been hard for hours, you—”

She sank down onto him, slow and smooth, cutting him off mid-whimper.

He choked on her name, grabbing her hips like he might fall apart if he didn’t hold on.

She rocked forward—slow, deep—and he swore, the most beautiful sound slipping from his throat as he filled her completely.

He filled her completely—deep, warm, throbbing—and for a second, they both just stayed there, breathing into the heat between their bodies. Her hands braced on his chest, his trembling on her waist like he didn’t trust himself not to flip her and lose his mind.

She leaned forward, kissing his temple, her voice honey-smooth and firm.

“You deserve this,” she whispered. “After the day you’ve had. Let me take care of you.”

Luigi whimpered again, almost overwhelmed. “Don’t say shit like that—please, I’ll come in five seconds.”

“Then don’t,” she said, rolling her hips slowly. “Be good for me.”

She moved with intention—slow, but deep. Every thrust deliberate, angled just right so he hit the spot inside her that made her eyes flutter and her breath catch. His jaw clenched beneath her, and she saw how hard he was trying to hold back, to stay still, to let her keep control.

“God, babe, please,” he breathed, face flushed and glistening. “You feel unreal—so tight, so warm—I can’t—”

“Shhh,” she cooed, dragging her nails gently down his chest. “I want you to feel everything. I want you to lose it.”

She started riding him harder now—still slow, but with more power behind it, hips snapping just a little sharper, the slick sound of their bodies filling the room. His head rolled back, and a guttural moan ripped out of him, low and broken.

Her fingers found his curls again, tugging hard enough to make his hips stutter up into her. He gasped.

“That’s it,” she said, voice husky. “Just like that.”

But then—

He snapped.

His hands clamped down on her thighs, and suddenly he was sitting up, mouth crashing into hers, tongue desperate, kisses messy and hungry.

“No,” he growled into her mouth, “I need more—I need you faster, harder, let me—please, let me—”

Before she could answer, he had her on her back, hoodie pooled beneath her shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself back inside her in one deep, punishing thrust.

“Lu!”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he groaned, hips pounding now, rhythm rougher, needier. “I swear, I just—I need you.”

Her nails raked down his back, lips parting in a cry she tried to muffle with her hand, but he caught her wrist and pinned it above her head, grinning like a man unhinged.

“Let them hear,” he whispered, teeth at her throat. “Let them hear who makes you sound like that.”

She choked on a moan as he angled deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside her over and over until she was arching off the mattress, gold chains tangling against her throat, her whole body lit up and trembling.

“You gonna come for me?” he breathed. “Let go for me, babe. I want to feel you.”

She barely managed to nod, her whole body tightening beneath him, her thighs clamping down.

And when she did—when she came around him, gasping his name like a prayer—he followed instantly, burying himself deep as his whole body shuddered, moaning so loud it echoed off the walls.

For a long, still moment, the only sounds were their heavy breathing, the distant hum of the hallway fan, and the quiet thud of his heartbeat against her chest.

She was still catching her breath, cheeks flushed, limbs soft and heavy, when Luigi leaned in and kissed her neck again—slow, sweet.

But the way his hands gripped her thighs said something else entirely.

“Lu,” she murmured, voice raw, “I thought you—”

“I’m not done,” he said, low and serious. “Not even close.”

Before she could answer, he flipped her onto her stomach, strong hands guiding her up onto her knees. Her cheek hit the pillow, hips up, back arched—exposed. Vulnerable. The way he wanted her.

“Lu…” she breathed, a warning and a whimper in one.

“You’ve been too sweet to me,” he muttered, eyes raking over her body like he was about to wreck her. “Let me have this.”

He grabbed her hips, pulled her back until her ass pressed flush against him. She could feel him—already hard again, still hot and heavy—pressed between her thighs.

He slid in with one slow, brutal thrust.

She gasped, gripping the sheets.

“Too much?” he asked, mock-sweet, hand sliding up her spine.

“You’re—Lu, slow down—”

But he didn’t.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down, cheek to the mattress, ass high.

“I said let me have this,” he growled.

Then he started moving—deep, relentless thrusts that sent her forward with each one. The slap of skin, the wet, obscene sounds between them, and her moans—half-choked into the pillow—filled the room like a storm had broken loose.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, voice fraying. “Taking me so deep, fuck—fuck, babe—”

She couldn’t answer. Could barely think. Her fingers clawed at the blankets, mouth open, eyes rolling back as he pounded into her harder, faster.

“Lu, please—please, you’re too—”

“Take it,” he snapped, hand smacking her ass once, hard. “You’re mine.”

She cried out, walls fluttering around him, body trembling from the overstimulation. Her hair clung to her back, sweat-damp and wild.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, voice wild, rough, “and I’m not pulling out. You want that?”

She whimpered, legs shaking. “Yes—yes, Lu, please—”

“Fucking say it.”

“I want you to cum in me,” she gasped, words breaking as her body gave out beneath him. “I want it—need it—please, Luigi—”

That was it.

He slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep and holding her tight against him as he spilled inside her, moaning into her shoulder, hands gripping her like he never wanted to let go.

They stayed like that—connected, breathless, ruined.

And when he finally softened and pulled out, watching his release spill from between her thighs, he dropped beside her, chest still heaving.

“Jesus,” he whispered, dragging her against him, hand in her hair, kissing her temple. “I needed that more than food.”

She laughed—hoarse and dazed.

“Next time,” she murmured, “just tell me you’re mad.”

He grinned, exhausted and smug. “What, and miss out on this?”

•

The room had gone still. The only light came from the faint glow of her desk lamp and the hallway seeping through the bottom of the door. Luigi lay flat on his back, breath steadying, one arm tossed over his eyes like he’d been knocked out. His chest rose and fell in deep, slow waves.

She stirred beside him, legs still a little wobbly, skin flushed and glistening. She reached for the tissues on her nightstand, then paused—watching him for a second. The way his curls stuck to his forehead. The way his jaw relaxed when he wasn’t smirking or teasing. He looked peaceful. Wrecked, but peaceful.

She sat up, leaned over him, and started cleaning him up—slow, careful strokes. He twitched the first time, hips flinching slightly.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough from overuse. “Let me do that.”

“Shhh,” she said softly, wiping him down with gentle focus. “I got you.”

He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, mouth parting at the way she touched him—not sexual now, just soothing. Reverent, even. Like she wanted him to feel cared for, not just spent.

Every few swipes, she’d kiss him. A kiss to his chest. His stomach. His hip bone.

Then, when she was done, she paused, letting her lips hover just above the head of his cock—soft now, but still sensitive, still slick from everything they’d shared. She kissed it. Barely there. Soft and warm and lingering.

Luigi moaned. Quiet, broken. Like even that final touch unraveled something inside him.

She smiled, then gently pulled his boxers back on, tugging them up his thighs and tucking him away like she was tucking in a secret.

“You’re trying to kill me again,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“Just wanted to say goodnight.”

He laughed, sleepy and low. “That was a good night.”

She climbed back into bed with him, slipping under the covers, pulling him close. He immediately rolled toward her, throwing a leg over her hip, hand resting on her waist.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered against her neck.

“You needed it.”

“I always need you.”

She kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then let her fingers drift up and down his spine until his breathing slowed again. And when he finally fell asleep, curled around her like gravity didn’t matter, she stayed awake just a few minutes longer.

Because no matter how cocky, needy, or bratty he got—this was her favorite version of him.

The quiet one who held her like she was home.

The Next Morning — 8:09 a.m.

The first thing she felt was warmth.

The second was weight—Luigi, practically draped over her like a human blanket, hoodie bunched up around his ribs, breath brushing against her collarbone. One of his legs tangled between hers. One arm around her waist. His curls soft and unruly, pressed against her cheek.

She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the morning light peeking through the window blinds. The air was still, peaceful. Her chest rose and fell under his, steady.

Without thinking, her fingers slid into his hair.

Instantly, he sighed.

Not even fully awake, and already melting.

A soft, muffled whine escaped his lips as her nails grazed his scalp. He didn’t move, didn’t lift his head—just nuzzled in closer like a cat in a sunbeam.

“Mmm,” he grumbled into her skin. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re such a baby,” she murmured, but her tone was affectionate. Her hand moved slower, curling a little deeper into his hair.

“I’m your baby,” he muttered, voice raspy and wrecked.

She smiled, letting her thumb graze the edge of his ear.

Then she felt it.

The hard press of him against her thigh. Not subtle. Not ignorable.

Her smile sharpened.

“Well, good morning,” she said, teasing. “You planning to do anything with that, or…?”

Luigi groaned, face immediately burying itself deeper into her neck.

“Don’t,” he whined, voice cracking. “It’s morning. I’m vulnerable.”

She laughed softly, kissing the top of his head. “You’re always vulnerable when I touch your hair.”

“You’re weaponizing it.”

“Maybe.”

Then, without warning, her hand slid down—slow, deliberate—over his back, down his side, until her fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers.

He gasped, twitching against her.

“Babe—”

She grinned against his temple, her hand curling lightly around him. Not stroking yet. Just holding. Warm and gentle.

“You’re already so hard,” she whispered, voice dipping. “You always wake up like this?”

“I—fuck, not always,” he stuttered, hips jerking slightly. “Only when you’re in my bed. Or… I guess when I’m in yours.”

“Mmm.” She gave him the lightest squeeze. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not—okay, I am. Jesus.”

She kissed his cheek, slow and warm, and started stroking—barely moving her hand, just enough to make him gasp again.

“You’re so sensitive,” she whispered. “Is this because of last night?”

“You broke me last night.”

“You liked it.”

“Obviously.”

He was already leaking, already whimpering softly into her skin, hands gripping her hip like he didn’t know where else to hold on.

“You wanna be good for me this morning?” she asked, teasing and sweet, her breath at his ear.

He nodded fast, breath catching.

“Then let me take care of you.”

“C’mon,” she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Lay back for me.”

Luigi didn’t argue. Just blinked at her with sleepy, blown-out eyes and let her roll him onto his back, curls splayed over her pillow, hoodie riding up over his stomach. He looked so soft like this—raw from last night, chest still rising fast, eyes fluttering when her hand stayed between his legs.

“God, you’re already so worked up,” she whispered, her palm gliding over the thick length of him. He was hot, twitching in her hand, tip glistening with precum that smeared across her fingers as she stroked him slowly.

He choked out a breath. “Fuck, babe, please—”

“Shhh,” she cooed, kissing his jaw. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

She sat up on her knees beside him, eyes fixed on his flushed face as she wrapped her fingers around him fully now, pumping slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip. Her thumb swirled over the head, collecting the leaking mess and spreading it down with each pass.

Luigi’s head tipped back, his jaw slack, hands fisting the sheets like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

“God, you feel so good,” he moaned, hips lifting into her hand. “I’m gonna—babe, I—”

“Not yet,” she said sweetly, giving a firmer stroke. “Just let me take care of you. You don’t need to do anything.”

He whined—actually whined—as her pace stayed slow but relentless, her wrist twisting just enough to make him twitch, over and over. His stomach tensed, thighs shaking.

She kissed his chest. His neck. His stomach.

“You’re so sensitive,” she whispered, loving the way he shivered. “Still full from last night, huh?”

He nodded quickly, unable to speak.

Her other hand cradled his hip, grounding him as he bucked up into her fist, moaning now—soft, desperate sounds tumbling out like he didn’t know how to hold them in.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Y-yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I’m so close—please—don’t stop—”

She didn’t. She kept stroking him, a little faster now, the slick sounds getting louder as he spilled more over her fingers. His abs clenched, head thrown back, and he came with a broken cry—hot, thick ropes spilling across his stomach and her hand in messy, twitching pulses.

She didn’t stop touching him right away. Just slowed her strokes, coaxing every last drop from him as he trembled beneath her.

“Jesus,” he whispered, completely wrecked.

She kissed the inside of his thigh. “You’re so good for me.”

When he opened his eyes again, she was smiling down at him, wiping her hand on a tissue and already reaching for a clean one to gently clean his stomach. Like he was something delicate. Like she loved this part—caring for him when he could barely move.

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled, still dazed.

She kissed his cheek. “No, but you’ve got me anyway.”

He thought he was done.

Thought the handjob had drained every last bit of frustration and tension from his body. But then she kissed him again—slow, warm, one hand cupping his cheek and the other still resting on his thigh.

“You did so good for me,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “But I wanna give you one more thing.”

Luigi blinked, dazed and flushed, lips parted. “One more?”

She smiled.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Wanna see you fall apart for me again.”

She guided him to the edge of the bed, his legs spreading automatically as he sat. He looked down at her, brows already pulling together in anticipation, because he knew what she was about to do. She kissed his inner thigh, then the other, her hands sliding up the sides of his hips, fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers.

“Lay back,” she said softly, and he obeyed like it was instinct.

When she pulled his boxers down again, he was already starting to get hard—his cock flushed, still twitching, even after everything. His breath caught when she wrapped her hand around him again.

“I literally just came,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

She kissed the head of his cock. “And you’re already ready again. That’s so cute.”

“God,” he groaned, tossing his head back. “You’re evil.”

“You love me.”

He didn’t have time to respond.

Because she sank to her knees.

Right there in front of him, hair messy from sleep, gold jewelry catching the light, eyes warm and locked on his. She looked too angelic to be doing something so filthy—and that contrast made it even worse.

She started slow.

Tongue teasing around the head, soft sucks, the kind of gentle buildup that had him twitching in her hand again. But she didn’t stop there.

This time, she took him deeper.

All the way.

Luigi’s entire body tensed. His hands flew to the sheets, gripping them like he might fall off the planet.

“Holy fuck—” he choked, hips jerking.

She swallowed him down until her nose was pressed to his stomach, then pulled back just enough to drag her tongue along the underside—slow, firm, perfect.

His legs spread wider, his brows pulling tight, tongue sliding out to lick the corner of his mouth like he couldn’t even think straight.

“Babe—” he gasped. “I—I can’t— you’ve never—fuck—fuck.”

She moaned around him, and the vibrations made him whimper.

His hand reached out, trembling, threading through her hair. Not guiding—just holding. Like he needed something to keep him grounded.

“You’re gonna make me cum so fast,” he groaned. “That’s not fair—fuck, it’s not fair—”

But she was smiling.

She pulled off just long enough to say, “I want it. Wanna taste you.”

Then she went back down—deeper, hungrier—lips flushed, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard and slow, hand stroking what she couldn’t fit until he was panting, twitching, leaking all over her tongue.

Luigi looked completely wrecked.

Eyebrows drawn, cheeks flushed red, abs flexing with every pass of her mouth. He looked down at her like he couldn’t believe this was real, like his brain had short-circuited halfway through processing what she was doing.

“Baby—” he warned, voice breaking. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna—I’m cumming—”

She didn’t pull back.

She took it.

Every last drop, swallowing him as he came hard, his moans cracking in his throat as his hips jerked helplessly. His hand clenched in her hair, body shaking, completely undone.

When he finally opened his eyes again, she was looking up at him—smug and sweet, licking her lips.

He stared.

“You just… swallowed all of it.”

She shrugged, wiping her mouth. “You taste good.”

He blinked again, then let his head fall back with a groan. “You are literally going to kill me.”

She climbed back into bed beside him, kissing his cheek, then nuzzling into his neck.

“You can nap,” she whispered. “I’ll protect you.”

He wrapped an arm around her without a word, still dazed, still hard-breathing, totally spent.

And smiling.

9:12 a.m. — Her Dorm Room

Luigi was sitting half-dressed on the edge of her bed, hoodie halfway over his head, eyes glassy like he’d just come back from war. Because, in a way, he had.

“Are you ever gonna recover?” she asked, amused, as she tossed him a clean pair of socks.

He caught them clumsily. “You swallowed and then looked at me like it was nothing. I need time.”

“You’ve had time,” she said, pulling on her sweatshirt and smoothing her hair into a clip. “Now put your pants on. I’m making eggs.”

“I’m gonna marry you,” he muttered, tugging his sweatpants up. “I’m still weak. You’re feeding me. It’s over. I’m locked in.”

She leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’ve been locked in. I just like spoiling you.”

He gave a broken sigh and collapsed back on the bed.

“You’re a menace.”

“And you love it.”

•

She worked fast, already cracking eggs and dropping toast into her tiny dorm toaster. Luigi hovered nearby like a six-foot golden retriever, arms wrapped around her waist from behind, hoodie sleeves bunched at the elbows. He kept his face buried in her shoulder, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to her neck.

“Do you need something?” she asked without looking up.

“You,” he mumbled. “Always.”

She shook her head, trying not to laugh. “Eat your breakfast and behave.”

He tightened his arms around her. “I can’t. You blew me. Literally. I’m emotionally compromised.”

“Luigi.”

“You were on your knees, babe. I saw God.”

Walk to the Café

They finally made it out the door after she forced him to brush his teeth, fix his hair, and pack his laptop. Now they were walking across Locust Walk, the early campus buzz already kicking in—students heading to class, coffee cups everywhere, bikes whirring past.

Luigi had one hand on the strap of his backpack. The other was locked around her waist.

She wore her usual soft, clean-scented perfume. Gold hoops, layered necklaces, everything about her perfectly put together. He looked like someone who’d barely survived something spiritual—and couldn’t stop smiling about it.

“You’re being clingy,” she said, glancing up at him.

“You rearranged my soul, you don’t get to be surprised I want to hold you.”

“People are staring.”

“They’re just jealous.”

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, pulled her close, and kissed her full on the mouth. Not rushed. Not casual. Just firm and affectionate—his way of telling the world she was his, and he was so fine with that.

She blinked up at him, lips flushed. “That was… a lot.”

“I’m still blushing.”

“You should be.”

He grinned and nudged her forward. “C’mon. You’ve got me addicted to that café croissant. And I need something to help me recover from the best morning of my life.”

She rolled her eyes and laced their fingers together. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably in love with you.”

The café was buzzing with the late-morning crowd—students in hoodies and slippers, laptops open, espresso machines hissing nonstop. The smell of fresh coffee and buttery pastries wrapped around them as they stepped inside, hand in hand.

She was scanning the pastry case when someone called out from the corner.

“Hey! There she is!”

She turned, instinctively smiling—two girls from her environmental chem class waving her over. One had a UPenn tote slung over her shoulder, the other was halfway through a matcha.

“Didn’t think you were making it out of your dorm today,” one of them said, smirking as they walked up.

“We saw your notes on the group doc,” the other chimed in. “So organized, as always. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Thanks,” she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I was just—”

That’s when one of them paused, eyes zeroing in just below her jaw.

“Oh my god, is that a—”

Her friend leaned in. “Yep. That’s a hickey.”

The grin that bloomed on their faces was instant. They turned their gaze—like radar—toward Luigi, who was standing right behind her, hands casually resting on her hips, expression completely unbothered.

“Hi,” one said, lips twitching. “You must be Luigi.”

“Guilty,” he said smoothly, not even trying to hide the smug little grin tugging at his lips.

She let out a scandalized laugh and covered her neck with one hand. “You guys are so annoying—”

“Oh, we’re annoying?” one of them shot back, grinning. “You’re the one walking around like you just got ruined.”

Luigi let out a low chuckle behind her, pressing his mouth to her temple like he might say something—but she cut him off by grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the counter.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she muttered, cheeks flaming as she half-hid her face in his chest. “They’re not gonna let me live.”

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hands resting just above her stomach.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he whispered in her ear. “Also… that was 100% on purpose. That spot under your ear? Mine now.”

“Luigi.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

He grinned into her hair. “Fine. I’ll earn another one later.”

She elbowed him lightly, stepping up to the counter to order. Still half-curled into him, still red-faced. But she didn’t pull away.

If anything, she held him tighter.

3:17 p.m. — Van Pelt Library, Third Floor Study Room

The study group was deep in work mode—laptops open, highlighters out, phones face-down, cold brew sweating on the table. A mix of bio majors, engineering kids, and one poli sci friend pretending to belong. Pages rustled, keyboards clicked, and the occasional ugh punctuated the low hum of productivity.

Luigi sat directly across from her.

He wore his glasses now—thin-framed, slightly crooked from being shoved in his backpack—and his curls were pulled back with a lazy claw clip she’d given him. He was focused, lips pursed, typing with sharp precision as his code scrolled fast.

She was beside him, eyes flicking between her textbook and her laptop, pen tapping absently.

For a while, they behaved.

Then it started.

It was subtle at first—his knee brushing hers under the table, then staying there. Her ankle slid between his legs a few minutes later. His foot nudged hers in response, and she didn’t look up, didn’t smile—just let it happen.

Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed beside her.

from Luigi:

you’re not slick with that foot.

but don’t stop.

She smirked, typed without looking at him.

to Luigi:

you’re already hard again, aren’t you?

She saw his throat move as he swallowed, then shifted in his seat. He didn’t reply. Just looked down at his screen, but she could see the flush creeping up his neck.

Five minutes passed. Then—

from Luigi:

stop.

i’m trying to not get caught.

you’re evil.

i want you so bad it’s actually painful.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, then wrote one last message.

to Luigi:

keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll take you to the bathroom and make it worse.

He blinked. Set his phone down. Adjusted his glasses. Looked at her like she’d just whispered filth in his ear in front of everyone.

That’s when one of the girls from the group looked up.

“Okay,” she said, pointing between them, “what is going on right now?”

They both froze.

“What?” she said innocently, scribbling a note in the margin of her reading.

“You two keep texting each other and blushing. Luigi hasn’t looked up in twenty minutes, and you keep kicking him under the table.”

Luigi sat back slowly, blinking behind his glasses.

“Studying,” he said too quickly. “Just—concentrating.”

The poli sci friend raised an eyebrow. “You’re vibrating, bro.”

“I—I code fast,” he said, adjusting his glasses again. “It’s a thing.”

One of the guys snorted. “Y’all are so not slick.”

She leaned into Luigi’s side, her hand brushing his thigh under the table as she looked up at the group.

“We’re just productive,” she said sweetly. “Right, Lu?”

He turned scarlet. “Mmhmm.”

She reached under the table again. He choked on air.

“Studying,” she reminded him with a grin, voice low.

“I hate you,” he muttered, eyes squeezed shut, shifting in his seat again.

She kissed his cheek. “Liar.”

•

The study group had scattered—half to the vending machines, a couple to refill water bottles, and one kid muttering something about protein bars and disappearing entirely. The break window opened like a gift.

She grabbed Luigi’s hand and tugged.

“C’mon.”

He blinked, flustered. “Wait—where are we—?”

“Five minutes.”

That was all it took.

They slipped down the narrow stairwell, past the half-lit corridors of second-floor stacks, weaving between dusty shelves and untouched archives. She pulled him into a back corner with no cameras, no windows, and just enough shadow.

The second they stopped moving, she pushed him back against the shelf and kissed him—hard.

His hands flew to her waist like instinct, but he was already breathless, already undone just from the look in her eyes.

“God, I’ve been going crazy,” he murmured between kisses. “You can’t just text me shit like that and expect me to focus.”

“You weren’t supposed to focus,” she said, kissing down his jaw. “I wanted you desperate.”

“You succeeded.”

She kissed him again—deeper this time. Tongue brushing his, slow and hot.

Then she sucked it into her mouth, moaning low in her throat.

Luigi whimpered.

Actually whimpered.

His hips twitched forward against her, and she felt it—long, hard, straining through his gym shorts.

She pulled back just enough to glance down, eyes going right to the prominent outline pressing against the thin fabric. Clear as day.

“Lu,” she whispered, tilting her head, smirking. “You’re already this hard?”

“You—fuck, babe—”

He rocked into her slightly, hands gripping her hips now, eyes fluttering. His head hit the shelf behind him with a dull thunk.

She reached down, palmed him through his shorts, just once.

He gasped.

“Someone’s sensitive,” she teased. “Still sore from this morning?”

He groaned, biting his lip hard. “Yes. And you’re making it worse.”

She leaned in, kissed just below his ear, voice like velvet.

“Good.”

Then her teeth grazed his neck—lightly—and her hand gave him one more slow, teasing stroke over his waistband.

He was panting now, trying to keep his voice down, hips shifting like he couldn’t help it. “You’re gonna kill me in a library.”

She pressed her body into his, lips brushing his again.

“Then die quiet.”

Luigi was flushed, breathing hard, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose as her hand left him aching and half-hard beneath his shorts. Her lips were swollen, pupils wide, and for a second—just a second—he thought maybe she’d give in.

He leaned in, hands sliding to her hips, thumbs slipping just beneath the hem of her shirt.

“What if,” he whispered, lips brushing hers, “I just pulled these down—” one thumb slid under the waistband of her shorts “—and ate you out right here?”

Her breath caught.

Her hand flew up to his chest, firm. “Lu.”

“No one would hear. You’d stay quiet for me, right?” he said, voice low and smug, mouth at her jaw now. “Just five minutes. I’d make you cum so hard you’d forget what class you’re in.”

Her thighs clenched. Hard.

But she shoved him back—lightly, but serious.

“Absolutely not. We’re not getting kicked out of the damn library because your dick can’t wait,” she hissed, adjusting her clothes, eyes still wild. “I’m not that crazy.”

He grinned, all mischief and flushed lips. “I think you’re a little crazy.”

“Luigi.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, hands raised in surrender, though his eyes were still locked on her like she was the only thing that existed. “I’ll behave.”

She gave him one last look—stern, heated, flushed—and turned on her heel, leading him back out of the stacks.

They walked fast, not speaking.

He trailed behind her, smiling to himself.

•

4:21 p.m. — Back in the Study Room

They slipped back into the room like nothing happened—her brushing a hand through her hair, him adjusting his hoodie. A few people glanced up. One girl clocked the way Luigi was definitely red in the face.

She sat down first. He took the seat beside her.

For a few seconds, it was quiet.

Then he leaned over, mouth close to her ear.

Voice like sin.

“Can’t wait to get you back in my mouth tonight.”

Her pen slipped right out of her hand.

She turned to glare at him, but he was already looking at his screen, completely composed, like he hadn’t just whispered something that set her whole body on fire.

She stared ahead, trying to focus.

Her ears were bright red.

And across the table, someone muttered under their breath, “Y’all are insufferable.”

Luigi smiled without looking up.

“Productive,” he said smoothly. “We’re just productive.”

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜

It hit the limit so I’ll post a part 2 in a few days. I already have it done, but I won’t keep yall waiting too long. Thanks for reading 💖

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ok so hear me out. rafe and weird!girl get into an argument and rafe calls her weird or says something about her being normal for once and my girl gets all upset as she should.

Nonnie, are you in my walls? I’m very much having a day like this. This is heavily based on the day I had today and writing it made me feel sm better. Slight angst. Fluff. 1.8K words. NO MINORS!! (Note: weird!girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic)

You were extremely overwhelmed. It feels like every single thing is out to get you today. Before you and Rafe left to go on your first grocery shopping trip since you moved in together you got into a bit of a disagreement over the list. You are extremely picky. You have set safe foods that you like to stick to and you don’t like to stray from them. But Rafe on the other hand would eat almost anything. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you wanted to live off of freezer waffles and chicken nuggets when he hired a professional chef for the two of you.

“Baby, why would I buy you the cheap freezer shit when I can have it made from scratch all fancy n shit?” It wasn’t about the price, you know that. It was just that Rafe wanted you to have the best of everything he could possibly give you and sometimes you just wanted the simpler things. Something that he’s still trying to understand.

“It’s just… I don’t want that. I want the ones from the store. That I always get. The ones I like.” Your lips were formed into a pout as you looked down at your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.

“Aight, Bats, if that’s what you want.” He shrugged and kissed your forehead before leaving you to finish getting ready. It was what you wanted. But you could tell it wasn’t what he wanted so you felt bad. You didn't want to be an inconvenience.

So after that you got in your head that you were too much for him. You spent the entire card ride to the grocery store thinking about how a normal girl wouldn’t want specific foods. A normal girl would be more than happy to have a personal chef make them anything and everything they wanted. A normal girl would be able to go to those fancy restaurants Rafe likes because she’d actually like anything on the menu. He tried to take you once and you spent the entire meal picking at your plate of chicken and veggies, so he never tried again settling to go places that had things you actually liked.

Then at the store you were so in your head that if you hadn’t made a list you probably wouldn’t have gotten a single thing you wanted. You couldn’t stop feeling like you were a burden to him because you needed him to buy you an entirely different grocery list from his own. You kept trying to put things back. Or tell him you didn’t need things that you did, in fact, need. You could tell Rafe was getting frustrated with you and it only made you want to shut down even more.

It didn’t help that the grocery store was easily one of your least favorite places. The lighting was awful. There were always so many people everywhere not looking where they’re going. The freezer section was always so cold that you spent that entire section of the shopping trip practically shaking. It was so goddamn loud. People talking. Kids crying. The squeaking of the old grocery cart wheels. So going there when you were already feeling overwhelmed was a recipe for disaster.

You fully lost it when you were checking out. The cart was extremely disorganized because you were too checked out to keep it in order the entire trip. The store you were at had it so you bagged your own groceries so the fact that the cart was a complete disaster made bagging them incredibly difficult. You were struggling to keep up with the cashier and also bag the groceries efficiently. He kept pushing the conveyor belt button, rolling the groceries that you haven’t bagged yet to pile up on top of each other at the end of it. The cart was full of bags and you weren’t even half done so you had to run and grab another one, only letting the pile grow further.

Rafe bought a case of beer and it the midst of you trying to frantically bag everything in a timely manner the cashier also asked you for your I.D. Which only frustrates you more. You don’t even drink beer. And it made you have to pause bagging again to dig in your purse. The cashier kept looking from the card to you and back again, like he thought it was fake.

“I know I look nothing like that, that was 7 years ago.” You didn’t mean to sound snippy, but you were pretty much at your limit.

“Baby, it’s fine, he’s just lookin’ for the date.” Rafe shot you a look and it only pissed you off more.

“Well he’s looking at it like it’s fake or some shit!” You scoffed as you slammed a full bag into the cart. Which only earned you another look from Rafe.

On the way home he hardly talked to you, instead he decided to blast trap music when you were clearly already overstimulated so you decided to put your headphones on and drown him out.

“Bats, the fuck is going on with you today, huh?” Rafe is towering over you the minute you enter the kitchen, backing you up against the counter.

“I just don’t like the grocery store. And you made me feel bad about the food. And everything was just so loud in there. And I felt like you hardly talked to me the entire time. I’ve felt like an inconvenience to you all day!” You snap at him as you stomp your foot in frustration, glaring up at him.

“All we did was go to the fuckin’ store. You’re seriously that worked up over it?” Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes! I am! The grocery store is extremely stressful for me and you’re not being considerate of that!!”

“That’s ridiculous, people go to the grocery store every day. It’s not a big deal. I don’t know why you can’t just be fuckin’ normal sometimes.” Rafe throws his hands up, letting them fall against his thighs with a smack. The minute the words leave his mouth your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears brim your eyes. And he knows he fucked up. Immediately he knows he fucked up.

“You know what? Why don’t you go find a normal girlfriend then!?” You push against his chest, running past him to your shared bedroom. You slam the door behind you, sliding down it as the tears in your eyes begin to spill down your cheeks. You knew it.

“Baby…” Rafe’s voice travels through the thick wood as he lightly taps on it. “ I’m sorry… that was- I shouldn’t have- Bats, can you open the door, please?”

“No. Go away.” You whimper as you curl further into yourself against the door.

“Baby girl, please? Just wanna talk. Lemme see you.” He turns the knob, pushing on the door lightly causing you to shift forward slightly. “C’mon, get away from the door, let me in.”

“Why don’t you go find a normal girl to talk to.” You snap at him before trying to push back against the wood but he’s so much stronger than you that it doesn’t even budge. Rafe shoves his foot into the crack of the door, pushing it until he can slip through. It slams shut behind him from your weight, causing you to yelp. He drops to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Baby, look at me.”

“No.” You shake your head, subconsciously nuzzling into his touch. Your lips are quivering so bad your teeth are chattering as tears flow down your cheeks and Rafe kind of wants to kick his own ass.

“Listen I- I shouldn’t have said that, okay? I didn’t - fuck baby, I didn’t mean that shit. I was just frustrated. Doesn’t make it okay though, never wanna make my girl cry.” Rafe runs his thumbs down the apples of your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears that continue to fall. “I think I’ve gotten pretty damn good about knowing how you work. But with us living together now there's gonna be new shit that I’m gonna have to pick up on. I’m so sorry princess.”

“I just - I - just wanna be enough for you. Don’t wanna be a burden.” Your body tries to curl in on itself even more but Rafe doesn’t let it, he grips onto your hips and pulls you into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around you as he starts to rock you back and forth.

“Want you to listen to me baby, aight?” He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head towards his to get you to look at him. When you do it nearly cracks his heart. He hates that he made you feel like everyone else always has. “I never should’ve fucking said that shit. I didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I fuckin’ love you and all your weird little shit. Your weird little shit just makes me love you more. I’ve never known anyone like you. You’ve taught me so much. I guess I’ve just still got some shit to learn. But I’m trying, Bats. I’ll never stop trying.”

“You really mean it?” You sniffle as you look up at him through your teary eyes and Rafe has never felt more bad than he does at this moment. If he saw anybody else making you cry like this they would be so fucked and here he is, doing it.

“Of course I fuckin’ mean that shit, baby girl. I’m sorry for losing my patience with you today. I never, ever, wanna hurt you. Never wanna make you feel like all these other douchebags on the island do. Kind of want to run them all over, including myself right now.” Rafe lets out a dry chuckle when he sees the corner of your lips tilt up slightly. His large hand runs down the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as he continues to rock the both of you. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“It’s okay, Rafey. I know I can be too much sometimes. But I do know that you love me.” And you do. Especially right now. Rafe never opens up to you like this. And you kind of want to blow him right now.

“Hey, you aren’t too much, aight? Don’t ever let anyone make you feel that way. Including me, put my ass in check baby. God knows I need it.” He smiles down at you before leaning to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Want me to put some nuggets in the air fryer for you and we can watch that movie you’ve been trying to get me to watch?”

“Mhm, that sounds perfect daddy.”

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[hyunjining]

my thoughts on every song on hop, so that i don’t have to make a million different posts (in case you care)

walkin' on water - catchyyyy af. changbin's verse at the beginning is soooo perfectly old school hiphop. imitating record scratches vocally and through wordplay is so silly and so skz and i think this whole song is just fun

bounce back - I DON'T GIVE A SHIT MOVE IF YOU WANNA LIVE!!!! literally a masterpiece. perhaps not the epitome of my music taste, but the production, the flows, and the attitude are undeniably spectacular. the whistling in the intro is the best thing i've ever heard no joke. holy shit stray kids you are so fucking good at what you do please make music forever

u (ft. tablo) - the VOCALS!!!! everyone sounds so fucking good here wowee.... the instrumental in the chorus is so pretty and melancholy.

walkin' on water (hip ver.) - this is batshit insane lmao. i saw people saying this version should have been the tt but i like it as walkin on water’s unhinged secret twin

railway - obviously very sexy but also just so gorgeous production wise. it sounds so grand and a bit menacing. we have GOT to start praising bang chan’s vocals more. i love that this is his favorite genre of music because it suits him so well.

unfair - the lyrics are so felix in the best way; my heart is so warm thinking about him writing this with the message that everyone is deserving of love. his voice has so much range and i LOVE to hear him sing confidently.

hallucination - it sounds sooo crisp. jeongin’s tone is perfect for this song. all the little sounds in the background that you couldn't hear in the live version are so cool. the CASTANETS. in my expert opinion, this fits into the category of gay people music. maybe my favorite solo. hurry hurry hurry~

youth - show me whatchu wanna do!!!! this song makes me so fucking happy and i feel like i want to jump around the room. lee know has one of my favorite voices ever and i would genuinely listen to him sing anything but i love this upbeat style for him

so good - the INTRO. the instrumental is soooo cool. i’ll never forget hearing this for the first time through a shitty audio stream on twitter and immediately perking up. the "oh. my. GAWD." is so cunty hwang hyunjin i am obsessed with you. i can't believe he wrote this song as a joke lmfao it's well. so good.

ultra - a banger. i’m obsessed with the fact that the instrumental gets noisier as the song goes on, in alignment with changbin's explanation that he's meant to be building up and then releasing energy by the end. i don’t go to raves but if i did i would need to hear this song play at one. i just love it when changbin goes all out with the edm

hold my hand - so anime coded, because of course. this is a perfect combination of han's love of rock and rap. thinking of the layers of meaning to this song is so overwhelming and honestly i just hope that han jisung is happy forever and always makes music because this is absolutely what he was born to do.

as we are - i’m speechless. this song is STUNNING. it gives me so many warm and fuzzy feelings and i don’t even need to know the lyrics to feel emotional while listening to it. how am i supposed to get through his beautiful soft vocals in the first chorus without crying. i'm so fucking glad this man is a singer. half of the streams of this song are going to be me

[vespidclan]

Um hi I’m gonna talk about 404 and the works 🚶‍♀️ this ended up longer than I expected oops

What is she?

If we’re going to talk about how 404 can do the things she can do, we need to first talk about WHAT she is. 404 is… not just a moth? She clearly is, but she is also the ‘player’! When she got corrupted by the game, she was also given every ounce of power from the game. This left the game pretty much ‘dead’ and her in control, which is why Clangen.exe and the Vespidclan file is still running despite being broken. Basically, her having 100% of power meant that her and the system have ‘merged into one’, but since the system was corrupting and breaking apart as Moththorn went against her programing… That same corruption took over her. Then came the metamorphosis ‘rebirth’ symbolism yada yada yada aaaaaand that’s how 404 was born! 🎉🎉

And being the player, she can do ANYTHING in the game! Aside from creating, but ANYTHING! This means she can skip moons and go back to previous moons (time travel… inevitably caused Heartflicker’s injury), give cats injuries and conditions (basically giving Snakevalley recurring shock and whatever goes on in OOB), playing around with death settings (“dead”: false while letting their “dead_moons” go on and on, keeping the them dead but with conscious still intact so they can feel paralyzing agony *cough* what she does to cats like Spark), and let me tell you this is just scratching the surface.

Why does 404 appear different sometimes?

Shapeshifting? Form-changing? Neither of those! What it really is that she’s splitting her conscious around into different vessels/copies of herself that she can manipulate at will. It sounds complex, but trust me it won’t be after I explain it like this—She’s pretty much just multiplying herself so she can easily communicate with the cats in-game. Think of it like copying and pasting but without it being an exact replica.

To do that she needs some kind of source in the game that lacks much organism code-wise but still able to move around, so there’s room to fit a bit of her code in it. Whether it’s some kind of animal or a manifestation she made herself. Vinepaw probably explains it better than me.

So these guys that have shown up in the comics are her, or maybe 80% of her. She can control them and they have her same thoughts, so it’s basically her with a different identity. One big difference is that her shadow copies can only appear as a ‘hallucination’ and directly in the mind, but mini moth 4 is a real physical vessel that any cat can see, it’s just her text box that’s hidden from a few cats. She grabbed a poor little moth, stuffed her code into it, and now it’s a free new body to possess. The only reason she’s doing this is because Vinepaw’s mind is a little tricky than others, which we’ll discuss later on.

“Can’t 404 just appear normally like herself?” In-game? Nah, she exists in the Out Of Bounds area of the game, which is restricted zone no cat in-game can enter unless they go far enough to bypass it. 404 can barely get out of it herself.

But there’s times where she, her actual self, HAS appeared to cats like Stonepaw or Snakevalley, but only as a hallucination-that-feels-super-realistic-and-real. This would be whenever I draw her in her red and black colors or it’s just straight up her in all of her massive towering glory.

“Why can’t she just do this all the time instead of making copies?” A lady like her is too busy managing OOB and terrorizing the cats there! She’d only show herself if it was a top priority to her, like pressuring Snakie or finding Vinny.

How can she lurk into the mind?

She can’t go to the cats in-game. We all know that. The solution? Enter the mind! The best way I can explain it is she’s ‘hacking’ into the mindscape with all the knowledge she has so that they can see/envision her presence. Sometimes they aren’t too severe like just seeing vague glitches or her text boxes, or they’re very severe where she’s literally in front of you. Sounds easy for an evil moth goddess right?

Well rummaging in the mind isn’t… It’s most easiest when the cat is asleep, has already seen visions of ‘the fourth wall’ prior, or when the cat is most vulnerable. Other times, she needs to really intensely seep into the cat’s mind with, breaking through the barriers intense. Every psyche is different!

Some really good examples come from Stone and Vine! Stone saw 404 while she was just a small lil kit. After that, she’d constantly have nightmares and scary visions of 404. 404 quickly caught on and decided to keep Stone ‘in line’ via stalking so she can have ‘use’ to her plans later, but we all know that that didn’t work out. Vine meanwhile is able to ‘block’ 404 from his dreams, because all he thinks about 24/7 is cupcakes and rainbows. 404 actually managed to get to him later on, but she needed to actually be there than to use a silly copy, because it wouldn’t be very effective.

If she can’t interact with the cats in-game, how is she dragging deceased cats into OOB?

That’s because she isn’t… physically anyways. What she IS doing is coding them out of Starclan and into Out Of Bounds the very moment they die. It isn’t that scary, unless you see it happening yourself. Another trick of the mind that can unfortunately happen if you stand by her radius… but that’s very rare! ;)

How does coding work?

It’s like this

Okay but really… Coding is just what you and I could do on the computer—changing up stuff! Editing, fixing, modding, she can do it all! (apart from… yk…) It’s actually super self explanatory so there won’t be much to go over.

She uses her dexterous claws on these! These are the files, the source of every cats life and blood… The cats in OOB call them ‘The Towers’, cuz these things are taaaaaaallll. They do have their own special area in OOB, which is farther away from the actual place and are set in a ‘black void’, but she can spawn them in when she needs to make a quick ‘fix’.

404 can also take apart the files and rearrange them however she wants. And she can ‘spawn’ pieces of the files to her hand so she can edit them portably without having to climb or bring the whole tower with her.

Usually when she gets her hands on a file it will slowly (or quickly depending on the damage done) start chipping away. It isn’t all that bad, but once it’s taken full effect and broke so much of it, then the cat is also now ‘broken’. Take Heartie for example—She changed her trait from bloodthirsty to loyal, except 404 hadn’t changed it quite perfectly, so now she has a trait that ‘doesn’t exist’ within the code.

Plus like, you can take a look at the Moththorn file and see it’s completely demolished. Wonder why.

That’s pretty much it all for now. Hope you learned something new about how 404 works and I definitely hope this clears some stuff up 🩶

[freezerbunny-sims2]

Fully Underwater Lot Tutorial

@creida-sims @kitkat99

UPDATE January 2025

There is now a much, much easier way to do this. This version of SimPE now includes a tool to change terrain geometry. To edit the terrain in SimPE, go to Tools/Neighborhood/Neighborhood Browser and load your neighborhood. In the Resource Tree, select Neighborhood Terrain Geometry (NHTG) and select the only resource in the Resource List. In Plugin View, click Terrain Editor. It's very intuitive, but basically, you can edit the terrain under a lot to make it be underwater. You can also delete the road with the Road Editor.

I'll keep the old tutorial for archival purposes, but unless you can't or don't want to install this version of SimPE, it is pretty much obsolete.

Some warnings and disclaimers

1. This is not a beginner tutorial. I have tried to explain with as much detail as I can, but still, if you just started playing The Sims 2 I recommend trying out other building tutorials first.

2. I have tested it but there's always a possibility that some new problems will come up. Follow at your own risk. Backup your neighborhoods before trying this. Test it first in a new empty neighborhood.

3. These lots are roadless, so they require specific gameplay conditions to avoid breaking immersion (pun intended).

4. They will behave like normal lots in the sense that sims can walk around and do anything as if they were on land. There's one big problem to consider: when sims go fully underwater, their hair and some parts of their clothing might disappear visually.

So this is more useful for structures that sit above the water, shallow water that doesn't reach a sim's head or, with some modifications, small islands surrounded by water. So unless you want bald mermaids, I don't recommend this for sims that live underwater.

5. If you use Voeille's hood water mod, reflections will look glitchy in lot view, because this is technically not a beach lot. The only solution I found is enabling "Lot view ocean reflections" in RPC Launcher. Otherwise you'll have to deal with glitchy reflections.

6. Before following this tutorial, make sure you know the basics of creating, editing, importing and exporting SimCity 4 terrains. Written tutorial by SimEchoes here, video tutorial by loonaplum here.

Software and mods used

The Sims 2 FreeTime expansion pack (required for the modifyNeighborhoodTerrain cheat)

SimCity 4 (required) Hood Replace by Mootilda (required)

Lot Adjuster by Mootilda (required)

Portal revealer by Inge Jones (required)

Voeille's pond and sea water overhaul and RPC Launcher (optional, see disclaimers)

The Sims 2 Apartment Life and Bon Voyage expansion packs (optional, for "walk to lot/work/school" options)

Cheat codes used

moveObjects on/off

modifyNeighborhoodTerrain on/off

1. Creating/editing a terrain in SimCity 4

1.1. You can edit an already existing terrain or create your own from scratch. In both cases, you need to keep two things in mind: If you want the usable area of the lot to be underwater, such as making houses for mermaids or a coral reef, make sure the water is shallow. No more than a few short clicks with the terraforming tools in SimCity 4. This is because The Sims 2 live mode camera won't go underwater, so making the water too deep might make it uncomfortable to build or play the lot.

If you goal is to build a structure mostly above water, like a ship or an oil rig, you can get away with making the water a bit deeper, but not too much. I've noticed that sometimes the lot terrain tools stop working correctly if there a hill that's too steep.

1.2. Once you've created the terrain, you will need to add a small island on the area where your lot will be. I know it seems contradictory, but trust me, it will make sense. Create and name your city. Use the terraforming tools in city mode to make a tiny island of about 6x2 squares.

1.3. On the island, use the road tool to place a straight road that takes up 4 squares. Then, using the street tool (the last option), place two short streets at each end of the road.

Streets will disappear in TS2, only roads translate to roads in ts2, so why do we place them? Well, placing a street at the end of a road will get rid of the rounded end bit in TS2, which can't be used to place lots. This will be important for the placement of the lot and to make sure the edges of the lot are underwater. If this doesn't make sense yet, don't worry, it might make sense later.

1.4. Save the terrain. Don't exit SimCity 4. Copy your new/edited sc4 terrain from your SimCity 4 folder to your SC4Terrains folder in your Sims 2 documents directory. It is usually

"C:\Users\YOURUSERNAME\Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2 Ultimate Collection\SC4Terrains"

1.5. Back in SimCity 4, we're going to make a second version of this terrain. Remove the roads and streets you made before, with the bulldozer tool. With the level terrain tool in Mayor mode, carefully remove the island, so it's on the same level as the bottom of the ocean/lake. Don't change anything else. Save, exit and copy this second terrain to your Sims 2 SC4Terrains folder. Make sure you rename the file to something different from the first one, like adding "no roads" to the filename. You should have two terrains by the end of this step. One with the small island and one without it.

2. Editing the terrain in The Sims 2

2.1. Open The Sims 2 and create a new neighborhood using your new terrain. Something to keep in mind: if you want the terrain to be a subhood of another neighborhood, make it a subhood from the start. You will not be able to move the lot once it's finished, since it will be roadless. I don't recommend decorating the neighborhood for now. Leave it empty until the end of this tutorial.

2.2. Place the smallest empty lot (3x1) on the island.

2.3. In neighborhood view, open the cheat console by pressing Control + Shift + C, and type

modifyNeighborhoodTerrain on

To quote The Sims Wiki:

"This allows you to alter the neighborhood terrain by raising or lowering it. To use this cheat, be in the neighborhood view, then enter the cheat "modifyNeighborhoodTerrain on" (without the quotation marks), and click over the area you would like to change. To select a larger area, click and drag the cursor to highlight the desired area. Press [ or ] to raise or lower the terrain by one click, press \ to level the terrain, and press P to flatten terrain. When you're finished, type “modifyNeighborhoodTerrain off” in the cheat box (again, without the quotations)."

If you use an English keyboard, these instructions will probably be enough for you. If you don't, I recommend first testing the cheat, because the keys for using this cheat are different in other languages. For example, in my spanish keyboard, the question marks are used to raise and lower the terrain and the º/ª key flattens it.

Another aside: When you select an area using this cheat, a green overlay is supposed to show up. Some lighting mods make this green overlay invisible, like the one I use. If that's your case, you kind of have to eyeball it. Remember that one neighborhood grid square in TS2 is equivalent to 10 lot tiles, or the width of a road. I recommend getting a mod that allows you to tilt the neighborhood camera on the Y axis, which will allow you to have a bird eye's view of the terrain.

2.4. Flatten the terrain around the lot so it's at water level. This cheat won't allow you to edit the terrain inside the lot, so you have to edit the terrain around the lot. Make sure there is plenty of flat underwater space around the island. You should end up with something like the picture above. The water will have some holes, but don't worry, those get filled with water the next time you load the neighborhood.

2.5. Enter the lot and place any object on it. Save the lot and exit the game. This is so LotAdjuster recognizes the lot in the next step.

3. Expanding the lot with Lot Adjuster

3.1. Open Lot Adjuster and select your neighborhood and lot.

3.2. Click "Advanced…". Check "Over the road (only enlarge front yard)". Use the arrows to add 20 tiles to the front yard. Click "Finish" and "Restart".

3.3. Select the same lot again. This time, check "Add and remove roads". Uncheck the road checkbox for the front yard. Add 20 Tiles to the back yard, 20 tiles to the left side and 10 tiles to the right side. Check "Place portals manually". You should end up with a 60x60 lot, which is the biggest size. You might want a smaller lot, but unless you know what you are doing, I recommend starting with this size. You can shrink it later. The goal of making the lot this big is making sure the edges of the lot are underwater. Click "Finish" and exit.

4. Moving portals and flattening the lot

4.1. Make sure you have the portal revealer by Inge installed in your Downloads folder before the next step. Open your game and load your neighborhood. The lot should look something like the picture above.

4.2. Load the lot. Delete the object you placed before. Place the portal revealer on the lot near the mailbox/phone booth and trashcan. It looks like a yellow flamingo and you can find it in Build Mode/Doors and Windows/Multi-Story Windows catalogue. You will notice that when you select the object from the catalogue, some yellow cubes appear on the lot, and when you place the object, the cubes disappear. After placing the portal revealer, pick it up and place it again. This will make the yellow boxes visible again.

So what are those yellow boxes? They are portals. They determine where sims and cars arrive and leave the lot. The ones on both ends of the sidewalk are called pedestrian portals, and in the street, one lane has portals for service vehicles (maids, gardeners, etc.) and the opposite is for owned cars and carpools. You can see the portal's names if you pick them up. Make sure not to delete any of them.

Now, since this is going to be a roadless lot, ideally there won't be vehicles in it. This means that the lot would ideally be accessed through walking only. In community lots, this would not be an issue if you have the Bon Voyage expansion pack, which allows sims to walk to lots.

In residential lots, you might run into some problems. Service NPCs always arrive on vehicles, and unless your sim owns a vehicle, the carpool and school bus will always come to pick sims up for work/school. It might break your immersion to have a vehicle show up underwater or on a ship. There are many options to avoid this: having sims work on an owned business instead of a regular job, not having kids on the lot, making the kids homeschooled, avoiding calling service NPCs… it depends on how you want to play the lot. For example, my icebreaker is a residential lot, only adults live there, some sims live in it temporarily and none of them have a regular job.

All of this is relevant because we're going to move the portals. Where you move the portals depends on you. Think about how you're going to use the lot. In my icebreaker, I placed the car portals (which won't be used) underwater, on a corner of the lot. I placed the pedestrian portals on the ship, to pretend that the walkbys are part of the crew or passengers. But for now, just move the portals, mailbox/phone booth and trashcan to a corner of the lot. To be able to pick up the mailbox/phone booth and trashcan, use the cheat moveObjects on. Delete the street and sidewalk tiles using the floor tool (Control + click and hold left mouse button + drag).

4.3. Flatten the island with the level terrain tool. Save the lot. Almost done! Don't mind the hole in the water, this will be fixed. You will notice that in neighborhood view, the island is still there. This is because the neighborhood terrain under the lot hasn't updated. I don't know why this happens, but it does. Normally, moving the lot would fix it, but we can't move this lot using the game's tools. Instead, we are going to fix the terrain with Hood Replace. Don't exit the game yet.

5. Updating the terrain with Hood Replace

5.1. Create a new neighborhood using the new roadless terrain. Make sure it has the same type of terrain (lush, desert, etc.) as the first one. Again, name it "NO ROADS" or something similar. Exit the game.

5.2. Open HoodReplace. On the left column you will select your "NO ROADS" neighborhood. In the right column, select the neighborhood that has the underwater lot. Check these settings: Replace terrain, replace road, and versioned backups. Leave everything else unchecked. Click Copy.

5.3. Open The Sims 2 and load the neighborhood to check if the changes worked. That concludes the tutorial. At this point you can shrink the lot if you don't want it to be so big. Remember to move the portals to their final placement when you're done building the lot. Also keep in mind pedestrians (walkbys) always walk by the mailbox, so keep the mailbox accessible for sims.

If you're going to have multiple underwater lots, I recommend making them first, and decorating the neighborhood after. Doing this in an already existing neighborhood might be more difficult, mainly because, if you made any changes to the terrain using the modifyNeighborhoodTerrain cheat in the past, they might get reset when using Hood Replace.

[fatkish]

Aizawa x Autistic cat-quirk Reader 3/3 NSFW

Part 2:

Part 1:

(Art not mine again, I found it on Pinterest)

As you and Aizawa got further into your relationship eventually you moved into his apartment. Aizawa was more than happy to be able to come home to you and be able to spend his time with you without having to worry about meeting up or making time to go anywhere. Since you moved in with Aizawa there are things you did specifically to help accommodate your needs. Aizawa gave you full support and permission to do whatever you needed to make his home yours as well.

A few of the changes you made were installing various hide boxes that you placed around your’s and Shouta’s house/apartment, they have little cat beds inside and a curtain covering the entrance to them.

The boxes are actually color coded based on how you’re feeling and how one should interact with you.

Green means you’re feeling good and are happy to interact, yellow means you’re a little anxious but are up for snuggles, red means you’re overwhelmed and leave you alone.

Aizawa’s other cats liked the hide boxes so you made bigger ones and helped him create an exercise course for his cats to use that runs along the walls

There is also a small water fountain that you placed in Aizawa’s apartment for his cats to drink from, you replace the water every day and wipes it down to clean it

You’ve also put brushes on the sides of certain furniture, walls, and on the cat’s towers. These brushes help you as well as Aizawa’s cats with grooming and helps reduce the amount of hair on everything and the amount of hairballs. The brushes are easy to clean and remove hair from. The cats just have to rub themselves against it and it brushes their fur collecting any loose hair.

As you both began sleeping in the same house/apartment Aizawa has gotten to see a lot more of your unfiltered self.

Sometimes when you’re completely in the Autistic zone you’ll just lay on his chest and lick Aizawa’s stubble whenever he’s laying down. You’ve explained to him that sometimes you just have an unstoppable urge to lick him and that you enjoy the feeling of his stubble. You apologized for it but he doesn’t mind it and lets you just follow your instincts.

While he was asleep you had played with his scarf and got tangled in it only for him to wake up to you yowling and angry, he laughed as he untangled you

Sometimes you’ll use cat behaviors to express yourself without words. One of the ways is when you make biscuits: you’ll do this whenever you’re happy in both cat and human form. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doing it.

another thing is Bunting: (y/n)’ll rub on Aizawa and leaves their scent on him every time he leaves the house (hound dog thought an intruder got inside UA and tracked the scent only to find Aizawa. He explained that a cat quirked friend rubbed their scent on him and that’s what inui is smelling)

Eventually Aizawa had to introduce you to his friends. At first when you met Hizashi you were spooked by his loud voice and even puffed up your fur with your back arched hissing at him.

After a bit you got used to his presence and carefully approached him. The moment he started scratching your head and giving you pets you folded and that’s when you both became friends.

After having known him for awhile you and Hizashi worked together to create a cat music playlist for his radio station. They created “cat radio: the 9 to 5 station for your feline friend” the station plays music for cats created by various artists and plays Monday to Saturday from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm.

You gave him a list of sounds that cats enjoy and he mixed them together and created a rhythm that sounded almost like human music.

Whenever they hang out he plays his newest pieces for them and they tell him what they think and if it could be improved.

Sometimes on Sundays, Hizashi and reader will accept calls to the studio or will open emails/letters from the listeners of the cat radio channel and reader will answer the listener’s questions about their cats and give advice as well as help the listeners understand their cats and somewhat translate for the cat(s) using their quirk’s ability to communicate with cats. Sometimes they have special guests such as veterinarians to answer questions and discuss cat things.

After some time (y/n) eventually met Nemuri as well. Nemuri immediately fell in love with (y/n) and quickly became their relationship coach. Whenever you’re having issues or need help with anything you call Nemuri for advice. She’s the one who helped Aizawa with the more intimate aspects of your relationship.

One time as a joke, Hizashi gave (y/n) catnip just to see what they’d do, only for them to get really horny and tackle Aizawa when he got home.

They kept biting him and eventually he had to lock them in a room to relieve their urges with the help of some ‘toys’ and needless to say, Aizawa was extremely exhausted afterwards but enjoyed tying his little kitten up.

However after that he never allowed catnip near them again unless (y/n) agreed beforehand due to how it makes them feel

When they get frisky in bed Aizawa will often bite the back of their neck where they have a human scruff, the skin there is just more loose and stretchy.

He will also make sounds like a seductive growl or rumbling when he bites it. This causes reader to become completely relaxed and intensifies their physical sensitivities as well as their 5 senses when they’re having sex.

You also experiences heats instead of periods(for you girls). (Boys experience heats too)

During this time you become especially sensitive and horny. Aizawa will mark and track the days leading to your heat so he can prepare for it.

He has bought various toys that he can control from his phone as well as a teddy bear that he recorded messages on for you to listen to his voice when he isn’t home and you need to relieve yourself

A lot of the messages are dirty talking telling you what he’s going to do to you when he gets home, praises and compliments or just him telling you how much he loves you

“Who’s my pretty little kitty? That feel good? I can’t wait to get home, you’d better prep yourself, because I’m not going give you any time to prepare.”

“Look at you, you’re so wet, such a naughty little kitten, making a mess.”

“You’re such a pretty little kitty, making such cute little noises, I just can’t wait to get home and sink my teeth into you and fuck you all night”

“Face down, ass in the air kitten, you know how I like it”

“Look at this cute little ass, maybe I should tie you up, make you beg for me as I spank you”

“I’m going to make you scream so loud you’re gonna give Hizashi a run for his money.”

“That’s it, good (girl, boy, kitty) go on and purr for me baby let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

“You’re so tight, I love you so much.”

When he does get home during their heats, he’s always happy to help them.

During your heats he’ll give you catnip on occasion as an aphrodisiac to help you when he’s especially tired since it makes you even more sensitive.

After your heats Aizawa will happily snuggle you and help you get around since you’re sore afterwards more often than not.

All in all, your relationship with Aizawa is purrfect, and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

[xanasaurusrex]

plss im so in love w diors clarisse,,, maybe smth with her showing off during capture the flag for r,,,

clarisse showing off during capture the flag clarisse la rue x reader a/n: so this was kinda a drabble kinda a fic idk it's longer than i meant for it to be but i like it so i'm not mad. honestly this y/n is kinda hecate!child coded so you can read it like that but i didn't specify the godly parent so you can imagine her however you want (: taglist: @asvterias @lvrue @thewritingbarbie @kroumi (let me know if you want to be on my taglist or if you want to be removed!)

y/n and clarisse had been dancing around each other romantically for months now.

y/n was a new camper, and had arrived during the winter months, when there were very few campers still there. her mortal parent had died at the same time the monsters started finding her. thankfully, her satyr protector managed to get her to camp in one piece. with a few scratches, yes, but ultimately safe.

during the winter, when there were only a limited amount of people to be around, y/n found herself gravitating towards clarisse la rue, an ares kid.

the other campers had warned y/n away from clarisse, claiming that she was mean and angry and was a hard person to be around. she was dependable in battle, according to them, but other than that, they all tended to steer clear of her.

y/n wasn't finding that that was her experience with clarisse, though.

whenever she was with clarisse, she was gentle and kind and funny, and y/n found herself wanting to be with her at any and all times of the day.

since camp didn't experience weather the same way the outside world did, there were a few times during the winter when the rules were more lax due to the smaller amount of campers, they snuck away from their respective cabins and camped in the woods. it became a thing that was special to the two of them, time for them to just be with each other.

it was those camping trips that y/n started thinking that maybe her relationship with clarisse was a bit more complicated than just a friendship.

unbeknownst to y/n, clarisse had practically fallen in love with y/n the second she laid eyes on her.

the two were inseparable, practically attached at the hip. it was pretty much common knowledge at this point within camp that if you could see one of them, the other was close by.

capture the flag.

one of the most fun days of camp half blood, and also the most serious at the same time.

a day where campers with beef could be on opposite teams and duke out their problems with each other without consequence, but mostly just a day for one team to capture the flag of the other's, and have bragging rights for the next twelve months until the next capture the flag day came around.

clarisse loved playing capture the flag at camp.

it was definitely mostly because she was a daughter of ares, the god of war, and she felt most confident in herself with her magic spear in hand, wearing armor, and stabbing at someone.

a strange way to feel the most confident, but it was.

y/n had never seen clarisse on a capture the flag day, and she was really on board with it.

clarisse looked really good wearing her battle armor, holding her magic spear so carefully, and yet throwing it around with so much confidence.

she could barely takes her eyes off her.

thankfully, y/n and clarisse's cabins had both been placed on the same team (which may or may not be because clarisse had begged chiron for this, but who's to say?), so clarisse was going to be able to work with y/n and not against her.

that would've been awkward....

when clarisse was coming up with the plan for capture the flag last week, mysteriously, the plan started revolving around her and y/n being together at all times.

strange... how things pan out....

when one of her siblings pointed this out, clarisse made sure to fix them with a glare so full of malice they turned away and didn't make any more comments.

as clarisse looked down at her battle plan, she started imagining herself taking down the blue team members with ease, and standing in the background was y/n, swooning over her.

"so, what's our game plan?"

her voice caught clarisse totally off guard, causing her to whip around quickly. clarisse had been shocked out of her mind so suddenly that it took her a few seconds to register what was in front of her.

it was y/n. in battle armor for capture the flag. and she was obsessed with it.

during the winter months, there aren't really any reason for campers to wear their armor, unless obviously there's an attack on the camp, but since there hadn't been any over the winter when she had come to camp, there had been no reason to.

clarisse was sure it had something to do with her father being the god of war, but seeing her wearing camo pants a breastplate, with a sword at her side made her look even more beautiful to clarisse.

"do you... like it?" she asked, a slight teasing lilt to your voice.

clarisse snapped herself out of it, realizing that she had taken a bit more time than she intended to examine y/n's outfit.

"y-yeah, you look... you look amazing, y/n," a small smile passed onto clarisse's face. she mentally cursed herself for stuttering. who even was she? not a person who stuttered, she had thought.

but there was just something about y/n that challenged everything clarisse had thought about herself.

y/n blushed slightly at the compliment, but managed to regain her composure quickly. "thanks," the two shared a small smile. "seriously though, what's our game plan? where am i gonna be?"

clarisse beamed at your interest in the battle plan, and quickly did a run down with her. she mentioned as casually as she could that the two of them would be together the whole time pretty much, with practically no time apart.

the conch sounded, and then everything went into action.

clarisse did her usual hunt of the red team part of the woods, and with y/n at her side, it made her all the more determined to find someone to fight with.

as the two were prowling the woods (or really, clarisse was prowling, and y/n was walking alongside her, admiring the beauty of the woods), y/n stopped suddenly, letting out a loud and dramatic gasp.

clarisse immediately activated her spear and started looking around frantically in search of the danger, and was confused when she found none.

she looked curiously over at where y/n was, and saw her kneeling on the ground in front of a patch of wildflowers, looking at it with childlike wonder in her eyes.

clarisse let out a relieved sigh that everything was okay, and no one from blue team was trying to take y/n as a hostage, but then she became confused.

"what are you doing?" clarisse asked, coming up behind her.

y/n reached forward silently, and quickly plucked one of the white wildflowers from the ground. she stood up facing clarisse, and then stepped towards her. the two were now incredibly close, their noses practically touching, their breaths mingling.

all the air left clarisse's lungs.

with a soft smile on her face, she gently tucked the wildflower behind clarisse's ear.

neither of them knew what to say next. this was such an intimate gesture, such a gentle act that clarisse had never experienced the likes of before. her life had been full of anger and violence, and this moment right here was something new. something... exciting.

this moment was so very y/n, and clarisse loved it.

unfortunately, the moment was broken by the sound of a twig snapping behind them. clarisse rolled her eyes at the blue team members that had undoubtedly thought they were being very sneaky.

clarisse couldn't control the slight smirk that was slowly forming at the thought of showing off her fighting skills in front of y/n, though, so she guessed it wasn't all too bad.

for the cherry on top, clarisse winked at y/n, before spinning around and stabbing the chestplate of one of the blue team members that had attempted to sneak up on the two of them.

the battle was loud and exciting and over quickly, since the two blue team kids were pretty good at sword fighting, but were no match for clarisse and her spear.

once clarisse had defeated them and the kids had surrendered, she turned back to y/n with a smirk on her face.

y/n approached clarisse slowly. she took in her face quietly for any injuries, and gently assessed a small cut she'd sustained from one of the other kids swords before she'd knocked it out of his hand.

y/n's eyes then went to the wildflower still somehow tucked into clarisse's ear. it was askew slightly, so her hand went up to adjust it, making sure it was secure, before her hand landed on clarisse's cheek.

"impressive," was all she said, a large smile on her face.

clarisse smiled widely as well, and couldn't help feeling triumphant.

[adafruit]

🎄💾🗓️ Day 18: Retrocomputing Advent Calendar - Commodore 64🎄💾🗓️

The Commodore 64, released in 1982, is one of the ones we keep hearing got many people their start in their own computing history. Powered by a MOS Technology 6510 processor at 1.02 MHz and featuring 64 KB of RAM, it became the best-selling single computer model of all time, with an estimated 12.5–17 million units sold. Its graphics were driven by the VIC-II chip, capable of 16 colors, hardware sprites, and smooth scrolling, while the SID (Sound Interface Device) chip delivered advanced audio, supporting three voices with waveforms and filters, making it a lot of fun for gaming and music.

Featured a built-in BASIC interpreter, allowing users to write their own programs out-of-the-box. The C64’s affordability, large software library, lots of games, productivity, and educational applications made it a household name. It connected to TVs as monitors and supported peripherals like the 1541 floppy disk drive, datasette, and various joysticks. With over 10,000 commercial software titles and a thriving homebrew scene, the C64 helped define a generation of computer enthusiasts.

Its impact on gaming was gigantic, iconic titles like The Last Ninja, Maniac Mansion, and Impossible Mission. The C64 also inspired a demoscene, where programmers pushed its hardware for visual and audio effects. The Commodore 64 remains a symbol of computing for the masses and creative innovation, still loved by retrocomputing fans today.

Check out the National Museum of American History, and Wikipedia. https://americanhistory.si.edu/collections/object/nmah_334636 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commodore_64

And…! An excellent story from Jepler -

== While I started on the VIC 20, the Commodore 64 was my computer for a lot longer. Its SID sound chip was a headline feature, and many of my memories of it center around music. Starting with Ultima III, each game in the series had a different soundtrack for each environment (though each one was on a pretty short loop, it probably drove my folks nuts when I would play for hours). There were music editors floating around, so I tried my hand at arranging music for its 3 independent voices, though I can't say I was any good or that I have any of the music now. You could also download "SID tunes" on the local BBSes, where people with hopefully a bit more skill had arranged everything from classical to Beatles to 80s music.

Folks are still creating cool new music on the Commodore 64. One current creator that I like a great deal is Linus Åkesson. Two videos from 2024 using the Commodore 64 that really impressed me were were a "Making 8-bit Music From Scratch at the Commodore 64 BASIC Prompt", a live coding session (http://www.linusakesson.net/programming/music-from-scratch/index.php) and Bach Forever (http://www.linusakesson.net/scene/bach-forever/index.php) a piece played by Åkesson on two Commodore 64s.

Like so many things, you can also recreate the experience online. Here's the overworld music for Ultima III: https://deepsid.chordian.net/?file=/MUSICIANS/A/Arnold_Kenneth/Ultima_III-Exodus.sid&subtune=1 -- the site has hundreds or thousands of other SIDs available to play right in the browser.

Have first computer memories? Post’em up in the comments, or post yours on socialz’ and tag them #firstcomputer #retrocomputing – See you back here tomorrow!

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Ben and Jeff with a child reader thats like nezuko?:33

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Summary: Ben Drowned and Jeff the killer x (platonic) Child!Reader with the personality of Nezuko from Demon Slayer

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of speculated abuse, but nothing ever goes into detail

Credits: Ben Drowned- Creepypasta, Jeff The Killer- Creepypasta, Blood divider- bucciniexe, Code divider- sister-lucifer

A/n: I haven't watched Demon Slayer in a HOT minute so bear with me, I may get some personality traits wrong ourghhh....

Ben Drowned

So generally Ben doesn't worry himself with kids

The most he is ever seen interacting with children is when giving them their uniforms and job instructions after they first join the mansion

Sometimes you will catch him trying to spook the older children, but typically he keeps the pranks to a minimum around kids

All of this is to say, he doesn't get to know many of the children at all

But when you first came to the manor it was pretty much mandatory that everyone you'd be interacting with knew at least a few basic rules for interacting with you

You had to keep the little plastic "chew toy" in your mouth at all times, because you tended to be very bitey without it, and due to your sharp teeth it would cause the victim to (at the very least) need a few stitches

You tend to get a little slobbery, especially around meats, but it's nothing to worry about unless your pupils start restricting (which would only happen if you were on the brink of starvation)

No sudden movements around you, because you would instinctually defend yourself

And by defend yourself I mean tear anyone who isn't also a demon to shreds

Other than that, you were a very friendly kid!

Ben had no intentions of interacting with you too regularly, but due to him being the first person (aside from slender) you interacted with, you kind of just followed him around

And after a while, he just sort of became your caretaker

For the most part, you're pretty easy to take care of

You don't wander much, and seem to take more pleasure in observing the world around you

You're also very quiet, only ever making noises to signify your thoughts on something when asked directly

But when you do get antsy, well

Lets just say there's a reason they call you a demon

For example, lets say if you don't wanna go down for bed

Due to your nocturnal nature, you go to bed right as the sun is coming up

But a lot of the other children are just waking up then

And tonight it seemed, you wanted to stay up so you can play with the other kids for once

Ben tried to be nice for a while, but after a bit he got tired of being nice and began trying to wrestle you down into your bed at least for long enough so he could lock your door and have you trapped in there for the night

But when you wanted to be, you were a fast little thing

so every time he got you tucked in, you'd be already down the stairs and trying to hide by the time he blinked

And due to him having to take a more solid form to hold you down, he ended up with lots of scratches from you fighting him

He ended up having to hold you down while Jeff closed and locked the door, and just phased through the door

Needless to say, Ben already hates being a parent and he doesn't even have any kids of his own yet

But you're starting to grow on him

Jeff The Killer

Honestly, Jeff isn't to crazy about the whole "Chew toy" thing

It reminds him a lot of a muzzle, and with how he (and a lot of the other residents) were raised, it just really gives him a bad feeling

And as we know, Jeff would rather die than listen to authority

So one day he fucked around and found out when he decided to take off the plastic tube from your mouth

Almost immediately your body missed the stimulation of biting on something, and reached for the closest thing for you to bite

Which just so happened to be Jeff's arm

Even with his high pain tolerance, he couldn't help the shocked yelp that left him

So begun the walk of shame to E.J so he could get his arm patched up

"Why didn't they have their chewer on?" E.J asks as he sews Jeff's arm back together

Jeff coughs awkwardly before making up an excuse "Looked a little tight" he mumbles "Thought I'd loosen it"

E.J scoffs "Right. Well, now you know better"

"Yeah" Jeff grunts

After this, you always seem to be confused around Jeff

Not in a bad way, but whenever he is around, you cant help but look up at him like you're trying to decode what he's thinking

And in your little child brain, you think maybe he was trying to take yours so he had something to chew on

So one day you find a piece of scrap wood by the log storage, perfect for him you think

You wipe off all the loose dirt and bugs, and run off to go find Jeff

When you do find him in his room, you struggle to get over the pile of clothes in the middle of the walk way

He notices and picks you up over the pile and puts you into a clear-ish spot on his floor "Whaddya doin' in here, kid" He asks as he sits back down on his bed

You offer the wood to him, and he just stares at you

You offer it again with a grunt, and when he stares at you again you begin to crawl into bed beside him and into his lap

He raises a brow, but has no time to question what you are doing because almost instantly after you get into his lap, you are shoving the wood into his lips

He grabs your hand and pushes it away "Alright, that's good" he grumbles

He gets up, picking you up as well and carrying you over to the door

You kick your feet and whine, trying to get put down

He puts you down at the door, and you begin to reach up with the wood, trying to put it in his mouth

He closes the door in your face and you grumble frustratedly

Every time you see him, you try to put the wood in his mouth, and it is only after complaining to Tim that he finally catches on

"The damn kid has no sense of personal boundaries! Puttin' wood in my face and shit"

"They are trying to get you to chew on it"

".....dawg."

[madschiavelique]

concept : anxious!reader x miguel o’hara

this contains nsfw content at the end in the "nsfw bonus" part, content warnings : fingering

okay so i had this idea a few days ago and i felt like i just had to share it because it's really sweet and fluffy (and also because this idea comes from someone who is very anxious and needs comfort)

you're a nervous reader that always plays with something from their body when they are feeling anxious, like your fingers or the skin around your nails, or pulling on scratching/trying to find imperfections on your skin to remove them, maybe even pulling on your eyebrow hairs

and imagine that Miguel notices that, and asks you "are you nervous ?"

you might answer yes, or that it's just something you do automatically without paying too much attention because it just feels a bit more calming/grounding, or you might even answer no because you don't want him to worry about your anxiety (since he already has so much to worry about)

but what happens is that whatever your answer is, he just takes your hand in his, and allows you to play with it

at first you might be reluctant because you don't want to bother him, the man's busier than a president and you don't want to occupy him with silly things like that

but he assures you he doesn't care, he would actually much prefer you to do this than continue picking at your own skin

so after him convincing you that it's totally okay for you to take his hand and do whatever you want with it when you're nervous, you accept

at the very beginning, you hadn't caught the reflex of taking his hand whenever you were anxious. when he noticed the few times where you were around him and still picking at your fingers, he just lended you his hand for you to take, and you'd take it

so you'd trace the lines of his palm, let your fingertips draw on his skin, sometimes just grabbing one of his fingers in full hand just like a baby would because damn this man's hands are so big

and he would allow you this in every occasion

suddenly feeling nervous while eating in the cafeteria ? he'd lend you his hand

feeling anxious before/after a mission ? he'll let you take his hand and will even caress yours with his thumb to soothe you

nervous during a meeting ? he'd give you his hand and would also allow you to draw on them if that can help you feel less nervous, although he'd still remind you to be serious during the meeting and to lend an ear to what was being said

it took about two good weeks to get you used to taking his hand in yours whenever you were feeling anxious, or just when you had the simple and sudden urge to pick at your own skin

he doesn't care that people look at you both with wide eyes when you start playing with his hand, they think it's just unusual for Miguel to allow this, because... well he is Miguel

and now, any time you felt the urge to give in your old habit, you'd come to him, no matter the time of day or the situation, and he'd gladly allow you to take his hand in yours

bonus nsfw :

if you feel way too anxious (without of course reaching the level of a panic attack) you might masturbate, just to help you calm down a bit

and when Miguel had asked you one day "but what do you do on days where you're feeling way too anxious fiddling with your fingers ?"

you had hesitated telling him, but as he can be very persuasive, he told you : "if you are getting way too anxious whether in the society or on a mission, I have to know how to deal with this."

so you told him, avoiding eye contact while doing so. you thought that he might consider this a bit too much, or unprofessional, but he just took your chin between his fingers to find your gaze, and said "if you ever are getting way too anxious and need this relief, you need to ask me from now on, okay ?"

you had agreed.

you had a code for that, very simple : you pressed his hand 3 times, and you both would immediately leave the place to find somewhere out of sight to get you to "calm down"

he'd be so sweet with you, praising you as he fingers you, his other hand caressing your back is soft motions

"you're doing so great, cariño," he'd murmur, "it's okay, i'm here, everything's okay"

you might or might not have sometimes squeezed his hand 3 times when you were not anxious at all... and he knew that very well

[heartstringsduet]

Happy Wednesday. Have a snippet of A Few Moons Ago before I have to scurry away. It's a bit wolf/ a/b/o coded so don't reblog if you dont feel it. You can always let me know if you want to be tagged or not <3 Thanks for the tags @thisbuildinghasfeelings

“We can be a lot,” TK amends, though he doubts he can hide the glow of his heart at Carlos admitting to loving his pack family. 

“I had a great time,” Carlos says, scratching the back of his nails on TK’s underarm, while TK retraces lines on Carlos’ scalp. “Remind me though. We think that Pearce is…”

“A douchebag. But I guess he’s our annoying douchebag, so don’t hate him too hard.”

Carlos answers with a hum, then slides his face further up TK’s lap until his nose can nudge up the lower hem of his shirt. “You smelled a bit of him.” 

His lips brush against bared skin of gentle stomach folds. 

“You know best how alphas are,” TK says, breathlessly as Carlos slips his tongue into his navel. “You all have a possessive streak that gets worse the closer we get to full moons. I’m sure I also smelled of Marjan and Judd.”

“You did. But I like them. It’s Pearce I don’t trust with you,” Carlos says against his tummy. His lips are tinged darker when he lifts his head. “He smells weird.”

TK snorts. “Oh my god, yes! Like he applies extra musk every morning after breakfast!” 

Carlos slides up higher tilts his head to bare the side of his neck to TK. “Do I smell better to you?”

TK’s mouth dries as he draws his fingers over Carlos’ pulse point, tracing its rapid beats filling the silent room.

“Your smell makes me hungry,” he says, then licks the same path his fingers took.

Sometimes being closer to the moon days is overwhelming, the smells and sounds clanging around in a body that adjusts, but TK loves the way he can now smell Carlos in every corner of his house again, the potency of it making him want to twists his back over the couch like his wolf yearns to do when faced with luscious grass.

“Pearce is harmless though, in all ways,” TK explains as he kisses down to Carlos’ clavicle. OPEN TAG&

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[ghostsstolemymoxie]

Do you have any nsfw/sfw hcs for Logan (James howlett)

I absolutely do! Though they're a little bit hodge-podge IMO I do have some HCs for him that I think align pretty well with comic and movie canon. HCs below are for Fem!Readers but I may potentially do one for Masc!Readers if I figure any new ones out.

SFW HCs first

↣ Logan absolutely goes insane when you play with his hair. Half because he gets annoyed when people mess up the style of it considering how it's a staple of his whole Wolverine-ness, but half because the sensation is comforting in a way he didn't expect. When he's drowsy and half-asleep or has woken up from a particularly bad nightmare, all you need to do is card your fingers through his hair, and as long as he's comfortable with you, he'll fall asleep right then and there.

↣ Logan isn't much of a cuddle bug, so he's not as likely to curl up and be the big spoon while you're sleeping. Mostly because he doesn't want to accidentally impale you if he wakes up from a nightmare and doesn't quite realise his surroundings. During the day though? The man will behave as if he is touch starved. Holding your hand or wrist to lead you somewhere, or an arm around your waist or his hand just tucked into your butt pocket whilst you're stood talking. Anything so that he can touch you and feel that you're there. On occasion, if you're particularly focused on something and he thinks he can get away with it, he'll just run his fingers up and down the curve of your spine, just to feel the warmth of you.

↣ This one is very X-men Evolutions coded but nobody touches the Harley. As far as he's concerned, touching the Harley means forfeiting the offending limb - especially if she gets scuffed, scratched, smeared or fingerprinted. The only exception is you, of course, since he trusts you to respect his belongings. He will still fuss over the bike though, and will offer a scowl and a grunt if you leave a fingerprint on her (though he'll forgive you as long as he gets to take a picture of you on the bike, just to keep in his wallet, of his two favourite ladies).

For the NSFW HCs

↣ Like most of Tumblr, I wholeheartedly believe that Logan eats for his pleasure. Logan's women don't go to bed dissatisfied, even if it means his jaw aches for the next three days. He's a firm believer in "Round one is for me, round two is for you" so even if he's quick off the mark first round (which he can't always help, depending on how you've been teasing him all day or just how much he's fucking missed you) you can bet that the second round will be all about you. If he's in a particularly evil mood, he'll make round two last for hours before even letting you finish, just long enough for him to have worked up an appetite of his own again and get stuck in for round three. For him, it's a revolutionary concept to be interested in the pleasure of his woman. After all, he was raised in the 1800s and grew up through the late 19th Century to the early 20th Century, where the pleasure of a lady wasn't always first and foremost. Despite appearances and how he may act sometimes, he does have a gentlemanly side to him, even if that side manifests in burying his tongue so deep in your cunt you can barely keep from screaming the walls down.

↣ Logan also absolutely gets off on taunting you about the difference in age between you both. Whether it's 2000s movie Logan who looks 30 or 2017 Logan who looks well into his 60s, both of them quite enjoy the knowledge that despite appearances, he's your goddamn elder, and you're going to respect him. That means obedience, teasing, and a lot of soft domming from 'your old man'. He'll call you 'kid' or 'bub' or 'young lady' when he's trying to reprimand you, and will revel in you calling him 'Daddy', 'Old man' or 'Sir', even if he feigns offence at first. He'll mock that "Kids like you don't fuck like we did in my day", "The only damn good thing about living this long is knowing how to make pretty young things like you squirm" or his favourite little quip "C'mon, I need a little more than an ankle flash these days, Princess" when you attempt to seduce him coyly, before finally offering a wolfish smile and a beckon with a crooked finger when you finally show him something that would be considered criminally lewd in his day.

So, yeah! Hopefully that was what you were looking for, and if you have any other questions or requests, please feel free to ask away (as long as you've read my pinned post <3 Divider credit @cafekitsune

[manonamora-if]

De Zomer van Vertalingen

Hoi allemaal,

Welcome to my summer project~!

What's that about?

De Zomer van Vertalingen is a summer-long project all about translations (literally The Summer of Translations), during which I intend to release translations of my games - specifically in Dutch.

From June through August, I will be uploading each week either an update of a previously released short game to include the new translation(s*) OR release a new short game that will include a Dutch translation (Neo-Twinies!) OR (and that's if I'm really confident) create a short story starting with Dutch first before translating it in English/French**. *Yes so... there are a couple of games written in French or English only. In that case, it's a double translation: Dutch + French/English (which ever is missing). **because I know Dutch as such little reach compared to those two languages...

What's that for?

My main reason is that I need to improve my Dutch for personal reasons asap, and this was the best way I could think of when it came to writing skills. I get to learn new words, practice my sentence structures, and maybe have some half-decent writing to show off in the future.

Another big one is that... I've been in a big funk since pretty much last summer. I think you've probably all noticed that, aside for a random game or template update, I've been pretty quiet on that front*. It's been a stressful and difficult period, and it's affected my creativity and motivation to write**. None of my usual tricks have been working so far, and this is pretty much my last resort to jump-start it all. *even about Svipul and a mini French parser. It's been out, under the radar. I legit don't remember making those. *or even code... see Harcourt being 6 months late...

A couple of other reasons: I've found some typos and small issues that need to be corrected; I am in the process of archiving games/releasing source codes (related to previous); There're actually really few IF games in Dutch (IFDB/itch.io); A few of my games need a QoL update or two; Hoping to find some inspiration from revisiting older works; Shamelessly doing a little bit of promotion for myself too; And... why not for the fun of it?

What to expect?

As I said above, weekly (re)release of a short game.

Short games (as in under 1000 words), because translating long games seems neverending* and I don't want to quit before I even start; but most importantly MelS is my guinea-pig the kind soul who'll go through that mess and there's only so much I can put him through**... So, that means games like Collision or Dévoiement or Intersigne will definitely appear on the list. *I've done that for Meeting the Parents, DOL-OS and Les lettres du Docteur Jeangille, and I wanted to pull my hair out. **and also I'm asking a lot of his free time...

And new works too. The Neo-Twiny Jam (@neointeractives) and the Nouvim3000 (French) are just around the corner, and I already got a couple of ideas to play with (some planned for previous jams, but never completed). So, I'm hoping for one or two to come out*. *at least one for NTJ, since it's for a good cause.

Maybe (that's that's a big asterisk maybe) I manage the impossible and writing something in Dutch from scratch.

So that will be (hopefully) 13 releases throughout the summer.

As per my planning (because, yes, I've done some), I have about 10-or-so short games which can be easily (heh) translated/fixed. That gives me 3 slots to fit at least the Neo-Twiny and the Nouvim, maybe even the Single Choice Jam.

And then, what?

Back to regular programming, dusting off my WIPs and actually complete them. For real this time. Like actually not putting them off anymore. I even have a Roadmap for it. Probably finishing Exquisite Cadaver first since it's completely mapped out and the smallest.

And then, we'll see :)

[mcondance]

the way u write stu is so accurate like YES he is a little freak !!!! he’s so weird and gross and mean enough to make u cry a lil bit but not mean enough to make u hate him. loves to play with ur hair and then tug on a curl just to piss u off, or he’ll pretend to go in for a sweet kiss then bite ur lip so hard that his two front teeth are imprinted on your bottom lip. he’s the type of boyfriend to keep his hand in ur back pocket whenever ur walking around together and will unabashedly whisper dirty things in ur ear when ur hanging out with ur mutual friends and doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck if anyone else hears. i feel like he’s also obsessed with hickies and marks u leave during sex. he will straight up beg u to scratch his back hard enough for it to bleed a bit and leave angry red streaks that don’t go away for at least a week. he def leaves the biggest hickies that are a pain in the ass to cover up and he gets so pouty when u put makeup over them but it just fuels him to make them bigger and darker >:( he’s just a little sicko but he’s my little sicko so it’s fine <3

(also can i be 🧋 anon plz :p)

loved this msg. (reader is Black coded so if some of this doesn’t apply to y’all erm its in the rules so just… make do)

“he’s so weird and gross and mean enough to make u cry a lil bit but not mean enough to make u hate him”

yeah fucking definitely. he’s mean!! you hate him!! but then he shows his affection for you in his own freaky little way and it’s all alright…. until the next time.

“he’ll pretend to go in for a sweet kiss then bite ur lip so hard that his two front teeth are imprinted on your bottom lip.”

“gimme kiss,” he demands childishly, leaning in before he even gets the words out all the way. you never know what to expect, it’s a tie between him sticking his tongue down your throat, biting the hell out of your lip, or a simple peck.

you get your answer when you brave the unknown and lean in toward him.

“fuck!” you spit, hand flying up to your lip and eyes narrowing at the (unfortunately) beautiful psycho who’s smiling at you with that stupid, familiar glint in his eyes.

“and will unabashedly whisper dirty things in ur ear when ur hanging out with ur mutual friends and doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck if anyone else hears.”

he doesn’t even make any excuses. he doesn’t tell you that he can’t help it or you’re too pretty to resist. he lets you know that he’s doing this because you’re fucking enticing, he doesn’t care about what anyone else may happen to hear, and because he can.

with your head in his lap, he whispers “i really wanna fuck you right now.” you haven’t done anything particularly erotic, maybe it’s your face, maybe your legs look pretty in the little shorts you have on, whatever.

“you haven’t got more grace than that, stu?” billy questions.

“no. i don’t.” stu deadpans. you giggle, looking over at billy and sidney before bringing your eyes back to your boyfriend, and he’s already smiling down at you. “so?”

“maybe.”

“i feel like he’s also obsessed with hickies and marks u leave during sex. he will straight up beg u to scratch his back hard enough for it to bleed a bit and leave angry red streaks that don’t go away for at least a week.”

he is! he’s a switch through and through but even aside from that, love and affection shown in physical and altering ways is something he needs. he needs to be able to spend minutes in front of his mirror eating up the marks and dark blue hickies you left on his neck in one of your needy little fits when he had you grinding crazy on his dick. he needs to see the bruises you left with your fingers cause he’s good with his dick and you could only take it cause it was too good, and you had his arm to release your pleasure on.

he also needs to spot hickies and marks on you when you show him a polaroid you took with sidney earlier. he needs to see you around campus and find the dark mark on your neck that he’d sucked into your skin just last night. the fucker works extra hard to make sure the marks show against your skin, thorough and crazed with his obsession with the visual reminders.