#i just went down the list at the bottom dragging up to where i think they go xD

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Fanfiction/RP Trope Tier List

Tagged by: @cxpperhead

Tagging: @alphateamsfinest @ubcs and anyone who wants to \o/

[uvuyai]

© uvuyai 2024. . . ~ ღ

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝...

–tw. Mentioned false information, size difference, dub con, measuring, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampies, slight yan, rough sex, pinned down, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, big cocks, pussy job, cuteness agression maybe(??), this will be ooc for some characters listed, mating press, fem reader,

ღ ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.

He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . “What are you doing?!”. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.

Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.

“I'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.” he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.

“You see where this is?” he points to your belly button and you nod. ”I've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.” he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.

“Considering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.” he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.

“But I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.” he was right about that.

He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.

More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.

You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.

A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.

His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.

Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.

He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. “Wow baby, came on the spot huh?” he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back

You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. “N-noo.. you're too roUGH!” you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.

After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.

His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. “Look at that, wasting my precious cum,” he says with a tsk and shakes his head. “Don't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.” he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.

“And I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.” ღ

CHARACTERS IN MIND: Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Ayato, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Aventurine, Boothill, Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, AND YOUR FAVS

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST W/O PERMISSION. DO NOT COPY MY LAYOUT. YOU MAY TAKE INSPIRATION BUT MAKE SURE TO CREDIT ME.

[3d-wifey]

toxic (yandere) baseball player eren and the girl he'd kill for? 👁🫦👁

You Say I'm in Love (I Say You're A Fool)

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x tutor!reader Synopsis: There are many things Eren loves. Word Count: 1.3k Warning: smut, an argument could be made for manipulation, eren is in denial, riding, car sex, overstimulation (reader and eren receiving) A/N: I wrote this in 30 minutes and it shows.

Tag list: @scoven

There are many things Eren loves.

The way his calves burn and lungs heave as he runs from base to base. The resounding cracking noise the bat makes as it hits the baseball. Even the way the infield dirt stains his pants as he slides in to touch the base before a tag out.

But if there's one thing Eren can confidently say he's in love with, it's being between your legs.

It's a known fact that Eren isn't looking for a relationship. He's far too focused on getting scouted. His brother is in the major leagues, after all. So renowned that he has a pitch named after him. It only makes sense that he'd follow in his footsteps.

So, despite the dozens of girls who throw themselves at him and crowd the stands at every game just to get a glimpse of him, he isn't looking for anything serious.

And that fact doesn't change when he starts failing a few classes and his coach makes him take up tutoring with you, his daughter.

It doesn't change the first time he fingers you in his jeep as he drives you to your dorm. It doesn't change whenever he makes you read from a textbook as he eats you out under one of the rickety library tables.

It definitely doesn't change whenever he drags you to the dugout after practice and fucks you so hard that an imprint of the gates is left against your cheek. But you don't mind. His good girl, always so eager to please him.

But when did you become his?

Maybe it was when he warned all his teammates that you were off limits and told them in no uncertain terms that he'd break their fucking fingers they'd have to deal with him if he saw any of them sniffing around you. Or when he didn't see you in the crowd cheering him on at one of his games, and he found himself sending you a few concerned texts.

Ren💚: r u comin?

Ren💚: hello??????

Ren💚: did something happen?

Ren💚: y aren't u answering ur phone???

Ren💚: where the fuck are u?

Ren💚: r u with some1?

Ren💚: I swear to God I'll kill them.

Ren💚: You have till the second inning to be in the stands before I come to you.

Turns out you just overslept with your phone on silent.

Regardless, it's becoming a problem. He can't even get off to porn unless the girl looks like you and even that stops working after a while. Sleeping with anyone else is out of the question. So maybe he has to resort to scrolling through your Instagram when he finds himself in need of inspiration.

Eren's room is pitch black other than the bright light from his phone reflecting off his bare chest. His left-hand holds his phone as he scrolls your page from a burner account while his right hand palms his dick through his sweat pants.

His breath hitches as he stumbles upon the perfect post. It's from last summer when you and your family went to the beach. You were clad in a baby blue bathing suit with little white clouds. He's quick to push his sweatpants down his thighs and take himself in hand.

You had just gotten out of the ocean when you had someone take the photo for you. His pace speeds up as his eyes trace the salty drops of water that dripped down your skin, dipping between your cleavage and between your thighs. He imagines what it would be like to fuck you in that cute, little swimsuit, pushing the crotch of your bottoms aside to go down on you and his hips buck into his hand.

He swipes to the next picture of the set, you on your hands and knees, presumably, playing in the sand as you smile up at the camera, and Eren feels his orgasm ripping through him.

All things considered, his problem with you could be worse.

At least that's what he thinks until he realizes you're eager to please everyone, not just him. Always happy to help, always jumping at the opportunity to be praised, and under normal circumstances, maybe Eren would find it cute or funny, but now it's just fucking annoying.

The team is up for an away game against their rivals and your schedule has finally opened up enough to hang out with Eren after his game. Both of you had been pretty busy, you with midterms and him with practice. He'd never admit this to anyone but you even with a gun to his head, but he's been missing you more than he's missed anything in his entire life. So when you tell him you have to cancel because Jean apparently told your dad he needed some tutoring, he's rightfully pissed off.

Not at you, of course. You're practically in tears when you tell him. It's obvious you don't want to do this, which only fuels his anger.

That piece of shit. Jean is the last fucking person to need help with his homework. Hell, he graduated salutatorian in high school—second only to Armin.

This isn't about grades. He's doing this shit to get under his skin. Is he really this desperate for Eren's sloppy seconds?

He can't stop you from going, but he can send you off with a message.

He has fifteen minutes before he needs to be in the locker room, but you showed up wearing one of his old jerseys and he's already half-hard at the idea of you being in the stands cheering him on with 'Jaeger' printed on your back in big, bold, white letters. Making it known to everyone who you belong to.

And Jean overstepping his bounds pisses him the fuck off. Two birds, one stone. Besides, he doesn't need to be there when the team goes over the play, he's the one who made it.

His pants are pulled down to his thighs and you're bare from the waist down, wearing nothing but his jersey. He grips your hips tight, fucking little gasps out of you. One of your hands claps his shoulder while the other holds the car handle for dear life. Your cheeks are wet, almost as wet as you've made his lap.

He's overstimulated you both, a ring of white, frothy cum grows at the base of his shaft with each downward swing of your hips. That painful pleasure tightens his balls every time your sensitive walls spasm around his equally sensitive cock.

"E-Eren, I—fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhh—” You cut yourself off with a moan that slithers around his spine, pushing him to go faster, harder, deeper. This position is perfect, you're practically boneless over him as the head of his dick punches your g-spot.

"One more, baby. Just, hah, give me one more." And you nod your head from where you're crying into his neck. You leave his skin wet with tears and spit as you bite at him to muffle yourself. He doesn't have the heart to tell you each twinging bite is only making him harder, the grind of your canines that'll surely leave blotches and maybe even thin pricks of blood only makes him feel like he could fuck you for hours—days even! It feels too good, your pussy is too good to leave alone. A fact that Jean will never know.

"Mhm, okay, Ren." Despite your fatigue, your hips shift towards him, rutting your clit against his happy trail like you can't help yourself. "One more. One, uh, uh, uh, more for you." You agree, pulling his hair out of its messy bun in your haze. His good girl, not even thinking about the fact that he asked for one more the last three times, you're too full of his dick to think for yourself now. He would have cooed at you if it weren't for the tears blurring his own vision, toes curling in his shoes. By the time he finishes, you'll be full of his cum too. The game be damned.

After all, Eren Jaeger isn't known for his impulse control.

[moonchildxoxx]

Hi Blue! How are you? Could you write what would be like jealous sex with neteyam, jealousy on his part with his partner, like headcanons, something more fluffy than aggressive, I don't think Neteyam would ever be violent with someone he loves, I would love that, please

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Jealous sex will Neteyam

A/N: hopefully you like it it’s my first time writing ✍️ smut for others to read . Aged up Neteyam is aged up both him and reader are 19

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! Omatikaya! Reader

Word count: 706

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Rules

Neteyam wasn’t one to easily get jealous but when he did, he had many ways of showing it he was quick to show others and remind you that you belonged to him

He never lets it get to far-

When he saw you getting too close to another man for his liking He’d get one of his siblings to come and interrupt you. Sometimes it was Kiri asking you for help gathering herbs for Mo’at. Most of the time it was Tuk asking you to play or do her hair and it worked every time he knew you had a soft spot for his youngest sister. the best part is he never appears jealous because it ‘s not his fault his sisters just love you that much.

He’ll love bom you the moment your alone -

He’ll focus all of his attention on you the moment you’re alone together after one of these incidents. The moment you’re in your hut he’ll close the flap and immediately kissing along your neck. Kissing your throat dragging his hands along your sides.sneaking his hands under your top rubbing you tits squeezing them. You moan out his name “ teyam! …what’s gotten into you ma Teyam “ you asked him.

He’ll leave you full of marks where others can see-

He ignores you, picking you up and taking you to your guy's bed. He immediately start undressing you. Starting from top to bottom kissing along your body leaving bit marks along your neck and slowly moving down to your thighs all over the places your loincloth doesn’t cover.

He likes to remind you who you belong to-

After marking you he likes to remind you who you belong to. He pushes you onto the bed kneeling between your parted legs wasting no time and pushing his fingers into you . Dragging another moan from you . He’ll continue until he’s made you come at least once from his fingers alone. And that’s only the start neither of you get much sleep that night. You breathe heavily this was the 4th time you came and Neteyam didn’t seem to be done with you just yet.” Nete i can’t no more “ you pant out. He smirked “ no ? “ he asked you starting to pump himself into you again “ you can’t give your mighty warrior just one more “ he kisses your neck and moves down to your chest sucking your nipple. He picks up his speed, your legs shake . It’s not long before your coming again. “ who do you belong to syulang “ Neteyam asks you. You feel you stomach knotting again you cry out his name “ Neteyam “ well coming again. He smiled pressing against you , giving you a kiss thrusting deeply one last time finishing inside you. “ that’s right syulang you belong to me “ he whispered in you ear pulling away from you. He reaches over grabbing a cloth cleaning both of you. before letting you rest pulling you closer to him cuddling you close to him.

Lingering stares and sensual touches when they are in a group-

this continues for the next few days him pulling you aside anytime he sees you giving you short sweet kisses. Wrapping his arm around you well around others whether it’s his family or your friends. He’ll find himself watching you more during training or when he sees you around, like at the very moment you were helping his mother cook dinner in the Suli family hut he was meant to be helping make arrow heads but was distracted by you. He felt a hand on his head forcing him to look back at his task, he looked up to see his father giving him a look. He quickly turned around and went back to work.

Later that night well you hung out with his siblings and Spider around a late night fire. he took the chance and moved you into his lap kissing you on the cheek. Making you blush, he looked at you smirking. Lo’ak throw a cup at his brother “ bro! Get a room!” Neteyam looked over at him unimpressed “ you know what little brother you’re right see you losers later “ he didn’t give you a chance to react picking you up and walking off towards your hut

[copperbadge]

Hello, hello, could you please say more about how you use Microsoft OneNote in your professional life? I need all the help I can get to stay organized & on top of things, so I would love to know.

Sure! I use it less than previous because there's less randomized stuff I need to do now, so I don't need such robust management, but I can talk about how my use began/evolved. I started using OneNote because it was less finicky than Word but still had an autosave function and basic formatting, so it was useful for initial drafts of documents, taking notes on meetings, and keeping track of information I needed at my fingertips frequently.

OneNote's largest "unit" is the Notebook. You can have multiple Notebooks but I've never bothered; still I can see how if your screen was public a lot, you'd want to put some things in a separate Notebook. The Notebook then breaks down into Sections which look like tabs, which I would assign to broad things like "Meeting Notes", "Assignments", "Templates", "Personal" and "Excel Hacks". Sections break down further into "Pages"; each page is a document stuck into place, which you can title so that you can have a list of "pages" on the sidebar and find the one you want easily. Text in Pages can be formatted to some degree, and if you copypaste from websites, it'll tag on the URL of the site you pasted from, although you can also turn that off if you want. You can drag and drop Pages from one Section to another pretty easily.

So, for example, I'd have a "Meeting Notes" Section, and when I clicked the tab for that section I'd have a list of Pages, each of which was notes from a meeting I'd attended. Every time I went into a meeting I just made a new page, gave it a meeting title and date, and took notes on the meeting into the page window. The "Meeting Notes" Section thus became a fully searchable record of meetings I'd attended and what was said. When meeting notes were no longer relevant I'd drag them to an archival Section to retire in peace.

Here's an example of my Excel section:

You can see "My Notebook" up in the left top corner, my current Sections as tabs at the top, and the pages list on the left (I think more modern OneNote skins put the pages on the right, I moved mine back). Each line on the left is a separate "page" that tells me how to do something in Excel, something I need to do a lot but can't commit to memory (or couldn't but now have, it's a trifle out of date). So we're in My Notebook, section Excel, page Formatting Stripes, and on the right you can see how to format an Excel sheet so that it has alternating colored rows (there are other ways to do this but this way the stripes always stay alternating no matter what moves where). In theory I could dump all this stuff into one Page and call it "Excel" and put it somewhere else, but I liked having an easily-visible list so I don't have to scroll a single document to find what I want.

There aren't nearly as many tab/sections as there used to be; "Assignments" covers "all work that is not excel formulas" and includes stuff like instructions for how to pull a query in our database, a list of what everyone does at our company, a yearly guide to our events program, a few other things. I don't have a "Personal" section any more but I do have 2-3 pages in the Assignments section that are personal notes.

There's no inbuilt tagging function but because the entire notebook is searchable, if you're really into tagging you can simply add keywords to the top or bottom of a page.

I have OneNote pinned to my taskbar in Windows, and it's basically always open but it autosaves, so adding stuff is super simple; if I find a bug in our database or a quirk I want to remember I just click over to OneNote and add it to the database file, or similar.

I don't use it on my phone or tablet, because if I'm at work I have access to my laptop generally, but OneNote does sync across devices as long as you're logged in, so if you have OneNote and a Microsoft login you should be able to access it in multiple places.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 2

Stu Macher + lingerie

Reader has replaced Billy in this universe, so hes ghostface with Stu. I forgot how much I love writing ghostface stuff.

 Kinktober list

 Tw for slasher stuff, blood, mentions of murder, the usual. Don’t actually use blood as lube, it doesn’t work.

The metallic stench of blood was thick in the air, the body of Sidney crumpled at your feet. Her chest stabbed full of holes with the very knife you were holding in your blood-soaked hand, the leather of your gloves squelching at the wetness of the blood.

Stu stood near you, panting, and moving from foot to foot, as if he was uncomfortable where he was standing. Glancing at him from the corner of the eyehole in your mask, you could subtly see him rubbing his thighs together through the fabric of his ghostface suit. He was fisting the loose hanging fabric, and just by looking at him you knew his pupils were blown wide and watching you, specifically your hands.

Sidney had been chased all the way up into a guestroom at Stu’s house. She had fought the best she could, but in the end, she stood no chance. Maybe it was because you had rubbed Stu down earlier, pulling the delicate fabric of the lingerie up his legs and chest, muttering about rewarding him if tonight went well. Stu had gotten Sidney from behind, holding her arms behind her as you stabbed her over and over. At some point he had let go of her, and she had dropped to the ground. You had straddled her and kept stabbing, smirking to yourself as Stu moaned audibly.

Stu seemed lost in his own little world, still clenching his thighs, and fisting his hands. You held onto your knife and stomped towards him, forcing him backwards until the back of his knees met the bed, where he tumbled onto his back. He moaned as he scooted up the bed, undoing some of the blankets in the process. He spread his thighs, excitement clear in his posture as you crawled towards him, like a predator stalking its prey.

Your blood covered hands left prints on the bed, your knife dragging cuts along the fabric. As you came face to face with your lover, you could hear Stu panting as he thrust his hips upwards, hoping to find friction. You tsked, reaching your free hand up to rip the mask off his face, smirking to yourself at his expression. He already looked like you had been fucking him for hours, hair mussed, and pupils blown wide, almost swallowing the blue of his eyes completely.

“Fuck, baby” he moaned, reaching up to pull your mask off as well. When you leaned back, not letting him take it off, he just moaned again and placed his own gloved hand against it, leaving a bloody handprint against the white plastic. Grinding downwards you felt his hard cock against your own, a groan leaving you as Stu whined, forcing his hips upwards into your own.

“Hold still” you growl, sitting back on your knees to get a good look at him. He lay spread open beneath you, thighs wide open and inviting, hands having fallen from your face onto the mattress, clutching the blanket beneath him. You thumbed at the bottom of the Ghostface costume, before pulling it tight to watch it press close to his body and show off his curves, his erection leaving an obvious shape against the taught fabric.

Stu’s hips thrust upwards at the contact, the killer biting his bottom lip to choke down the noise that wanted to escape. You stared at him in silence, a thick feeling filling the room. He looked at you, his eyes meeting your own through the shadows of the mask, you knew he was thinking the same thing as you. You clutched the still bloody knife tightly, and faster than lightning you struck, using the blade to cut through the black fabric that had been covering your boyfriend’s body. You cut it from the bottom all the way to the top, throwing it open to reveal Stu’s barely dressed body.

Stu had only worn the lingerie you had put on him during your entire murdering spree. Just thinking about how some might have seen, maybe when he had stood over them or chased them. Maybe they had seen his ankles, or up the robes and seen his body in the outfit you had chosen for him. It made heat gather inside you, making your cock throb in its own confinements.

Stu whimpered, spreading his thighs even more if possible. It drew your attention to his crotch, where his length was a dark red that told you he had been hard for a long time. The sight made you groan, knowing he had most likely been hard the entire time as you both gutted those around you, maybe he had been hard the entire evening ever since you pulled the lingerie on him and stretched him, before pushing a plug inside to keep him open.

You threw the knife to the side, little care in where it landed. You were about to pull the gloves off when Stu whined, letting go of his lip to ask you to keep them on. More heat flashed through your body as you kept them on, slithering your way up the bed again to crowd him against the mattress.

Looking down you stared at his body, the fabric in your favorite color making his already desirable body even more attractive. You couldn’t help but reach down to run your gloved hands up and down his front, the half dry blood leaving streaks against his skin and the fabric. You both knew that blood would never be washed out, and it send a line of arousal through you. You could already imagine fucking him in it later, knowing how it had been dirtied the first time.

Stu moaned as you fondled him, arching his back to press his chest into your hands. He cried out as you pinched his nipples, his hips jolting up to rub against your own. You chuckled darkly at him, you would have sounded mocking to the outside world, but Stu knew you were just as turned on as he was.

When you had finally gotten enough of teasing him, you drew back and grabbed his hips, roughly flipping him onto his front. Whilst doing so, you pulled the shreds of the Ghostface costume off him, making sure to take in the sight that was his ass and thighs covered in lace. You could see the plug through the sheer fabric, making you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood.

Dropping forward, you placed your knees on either side of Stu, and caged him in with your arms. He whimpered, looking over his shoulder at you. He met the dark eyes of your mask, the bloody handprint standing out starkly against the plastic. He licked his lip, your eyes immediately zeroing on the movement. You adjusted your position somewhat and reached down and pressed against the plug with your fingers, causing it to go deeper and tearing a moan out of your boyfriends’ lips.

You pressed against the plug, pushing against the fabric of the lingerie. You felt Stu jolt beneath you as it must have brushed against his prostate. You didn’t dare blink as you watched him grind his hips downwards, humping the mattress with little finesse, not seeming to care little that he was dragging his cock against the blood stain you had left earlier.

Growling, you grabbed the fabric covering his hole and pulled. It took very little effort to rip the thin and soft fabric. Stu whined, pushing his hips up towards you, almost like he was presenting to you. You moaned roughly, pushing yourself to your knees to pull up the robes you were wearing. Unlike Stu, you had worn normal clothes under it. The jingle of your belt only seemed to excite Stu more, who wagged his hips at you like an impatient animal.

When you had wrestled the belt off and forced your pants and boxers down enough to free your cock, you couldn’t help but hiss at the sudden temperature change. You cared little for now dry blood on your gloves as you fisted your cock, pulling at it to relieve the ache. A beed of precum gathered at the tip and dripped down onto Stu’s lower back, making him jolt and whimper.

You let go of your length to shove your hand under Stu’s mouth, “Spit” you ordered. But instead of just spitting, he leant down and ran his tongue over the leather. Stu moaned at the metallic taste, the dry blood becoming wet again and staining his face and tongue. Once you knew your palm was wet enough, you pulled it back to yourself and wrapped it back around your own hardness, a shaky breath leaving you as you watched the mixture of blood and spit cover you.

Stu moaned loudly in front of you. He must have looked over his shoulder to see for himself, and seen the sheen and color of your cock. He pressed his face into the sheets, canting his hips even more back at you. When you were satisfied with your makeshift lubejob, you knee scooted over to Stu again. When you thumbed at the plug with your spit and blood covered hand, Stu almost sobbed.

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, you didn’t even have it in you to tease Stu any longer. Removing the plug, you placed it off to the side and pressed against his hole. Stu fisted the sheets, his grip almost shaking as he pushed back against you. Gloved hands held his hips in place, splattering more blood against the lingerie he was wearing.

Noises left you both as you pressed inside. Stu almost sobbed at the feeling, his eyes rolling back at the knowledge that you were covered in blood and rubbing it all over him, both inside and outside. You panted as you pushed fully inside, your hips meeting his ass, where you stopped to let Stu adjust.

When Stu finally nodded against the sheets, and told you to move in a wobbly voice, you started out slow. Slowly dragging your hips back and pushing back in, eyes locked on where you were connected. A faint wet noise could be heard as you pressed inside, the blood and spit mixture easing the way.

“H-harder” Stu moaned, trying in vain to force his hips backwards against yours. You gripped onto him harder, making him stay in place as you adjusted your position to make it easier for you to move. Stu was about to beg again when you shoved into him, a loud cry leaving him as your hips met his roughly.

You placed your booted foot against the bed, not caring about the footprint you left as you started moving harder into your boyfriend, his hands scrambling against the sheets. Stu could do nothing but moan and sob as you went rougher at his request, his head being wrenched back as you fisted his hair and pulled on it. It made him think of his favorite slasher movies, of a fantasy of his. Of you breaking into his room, decked out in your Ghostface gear, covered in blood, and having your way with him.

He almost screamed as you hit his prostate, his thighs quivering where they were supporting his weight. He tried to speak, but it all came out as warbled moans and sobs, his cock drooling inside the fabric wrapped around it. The fabric was wet with precum, and he could feel his end nearing. He wanted to warn you, but he couldn’t find the words, all he could do was hold on for dear life as you thrust inside him.

You groaned as he tightened around you, shoving his head forwards until he was facedown into the bed. Using this position, you moved even harder, Stu crying in pleasure into the sheets, as his tears wetted the fabric. You knew he was cumming when he choked out the loudest scream of the evening, his hole becoming iron tight around your cock.

You shoved into Stu a few more times, his hole twitching but tight as it forced your own orgasm out of you, your cum flooding his hole. Thrusting a few lazy thrusts, the white mixing into a faintly pinkish tint as it mixed with the blood and spit mixture. You ran your hands up and down your lover’s sides and back, muttering praise and reassurance as he panted into the sheets.

Pulling out, you moaned softly to yourself as you watched Stu clench around nothing, the faintly pink liquid dripping out after you. You pressed your gloved thumb against his hole and slowly pushed it inside, Stu whimpering at the overstimulation as you forced it deeper inside, pushing more of the substance out.

When you were finally done teasing your boyfriend, you withdrew your hand and pulled you both down onto your sides, chest to chest. Stu shakily reached up and removed your mask, staring up at you with a drool and tear covered face. You grinned down at him, which he attempted to return as he leant in for a kiss, the very faint taste of blood still in his mouth as your lips met.

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18. kim tongue ring 👀👀👀👀

omfg im gonna eviscerate tumblr ANYWAY i got another ask for this from @xxatlasxx but that has disappeared into the void so im answering this one

OK SO since i got two for this one i wrote a little extra (dont blame yall, that was objectively the best one on the list)

the whole idea from my doc:

kim tongue ring

……yeah thats it lmao. this entire idea was riding on vibes alone and the vibe was horny. so here’s 850 words of horny i wrote extremely quickly as soon as i had a break

Kim has always had several piercings, which Chay adores. When Wik had first appeared with his conch piercing, Chay extensively documented it on the fan wiki. He was there when Kim got his industrial (which he took without flinching) and saw him diligently clean it every morning and night until it had completely healed, even afterwards still taking good care of it. So when Chay finds a little bar with two balls on either end in Kim's bathroom, he doesn't think much of it, and it doesn't occur to him that it doesn’t look like a regular piercing at all. That is, until a couple weeks later, when he sees it’s missing from its spot, likely meaning Kim has it in. But he hasn’t noticed Kim changing any of his piercings, so he asks Kim where it went. And that’s when Kim's tongue lolls out of his mouth to reveal that, sure enough, the little bar is stuck through it. The black ball stands stark against the pink of Kim’s tongue, the very tongue that Chay had had down his throat just that morning, and soon after on his- Chay swallows thickly. “Did I not tell you I have a tongue piercing?” Chay shakes his head furiously, much to Kim's amusement. Then, because Kim wants him to die, he takes Chay’s hand, pulls the tip of Chay’s thumb into his mouth and sucks. Chay inhales shakily as Kim lavs over his finger, the tiny ball pressing into his skin in a way that Chay can’t help but imagine being replicated elsewhere. With the look Kim's giving him, he might not have to imagine. Chay's knees almost give out when Kim hollows his cheeks around his finger, teeth teasing the top of his thumb while his piercing strokes the bottom. Kim does this all while making obscene noises and bobbing his head, excessively so, his exaggerated manner an obvious imitation of something else. Finally, mercifully, Kim lets go of him, pulling off his thumb with a dramatic pop. Chay would be lying if he said he couldn’t feel himself straining against his pants. As soon as Kim lets him go, Chay tangles his fingers in Kim’s hair and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. He needs to know how it feels in his own mouth and- Fuck. Their tongues clash together messily, a spike of pleasure shooting through Chay every time he feels the tongue ring run along his. Kim hooks his fingers through Chay’s belt loops and pulls his hips in to grind against each other. They melt together for long minutes with groping hands and insatiable tongues.

Without letting go of Chay's waist, Kim pulls his head back, just enough to look into his eyes as he licks Chay's lips, one long stripe from his lower lip and up to his cupid’s bow. After everything he’s done with Kim, and everything Kim has done to him, that was somehow the most erotic. It destroys the last remaining threads of Chay’ inhibitions and starts dragging Kim to the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, only pausing for a few brief bouts of trying to eat each other's faces.  Once they make it to the bed, Chay lets Kim take the lead. He pushes Chay's shoulders down to make him sit on the edge, then straddles his lap and dives in for another kiss. Chay’s hands reach around to palm Kim’s ass, and fuck, Kim is so hot like this. Chay lets himself be pushed backwards until he lies flat on the bed, Kim still committing sins in his mouth. Chay's vaguely aware of Kim unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, but most of his brain is mush at this point. Chay finally takes notice when Kim pulls away and starts tugging Chay's pants and boxers off. Chay lifts his hips and shuffles further back onto the bed, allowing Kim to fully settle between his legs. Chay's not surprised to see that his cock is rock hard and desperately leaking onto his abdomen. He flinches when Kim runs just a single finger up his length, pressing into the head and pulling a sticky string of precum with it. “Please, please don’t tease me,” Chay nearly sobs, only getting a smirk back from Kim. It's enough though, because soon after Kim takes him in his hand and presses a light kiss to the tip of Chay’s cock. His head flops back onto the mattress and he lets the warmth of ecstasy roll over him. Kim strokes him slowly a few times, leaving more soft kisses up and down his length, before he finally flicks his tongue out - that fucking tongue - and licks Chay from base to tip. Kim's tongue on any day would already be fantastic, but with the tongue ring lightly scraping Chay’s cock, it’s outright divine. Chay's eyes roll back into his head and he thinks he sees god. When he opens them again, it’s Kim between his thighs, suckling the head of his cock and pressing the ball bearing into it ever so slightly, just enough to make Chay go insane.

dont mean to blue balls you hh but its all ive got rn

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Kitty-Cat Part 5

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Word Count: 1,332

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Warnings: mild violence, drug use (I guess?), Dubious Consent, smut. Cockwarming(Kinda?)

You wake up the next morning or you think it's morning. It's supposed to be anyway.

You're still a bit sore, but you make your way down to the cafeteria closely following Boyse. You can feel tension in the air. Somethings up.

Something bad is happening

You get your tray of food and sit down next to Boyse. As always, she is rubbing your cheek as she eats and talks with some of the other inmates. Ettore continues to sit alone at the far table, but today, there is something different about him. A twinkle in his eye and a small smirk that seems to stay in place on his face.

What are you thinking about?

You all finish your morning meal and head off to your assignments. You are assigned to work with tchemy in the garden. You like working in the garden. It reminds you a bit of earth. It's the only thing on the ship that doesn't look mechanical.

You make your way to the garden. Tchemy hasn't arrived yet, and since he typically tells you what to do, you patiently wait for him to arrive. Time keeps passing, and still no Tchemy. Something is wrong, you know it.

You enter back into the ship to see if you can find him, although the second you enter, you hear screaming voices.

Your anxiety goes into hyper drive when the loudest voice you hear belongs to none other than Boyse.

This is bad. Very, very bad

When you find the source of the noise you are horrified. Ettore is on the floor smiling up at Boyse with a bloody nose, the blood trailing down into his mouth. Monte and Tchemy are trying to hold Boyse back.

"You didn't hear what he said! I'm gonna kill him!" Boyse screams angrily while she thrashes about trying to free herself.

You stand there looking down at the scene. You start to ferociously rub your face into your shoulder when dibs finally arrives.

"Bring her to my office!" She orders Monte and Tchemy.

"Let me go!" Boyse continues to thrash about desperate to free herself as Monte and Tchemy start to drag her towards dibs' office.

Ettore looks away from Boyse, still laughing, and sets his eyes on you. He still has that twinkle in his eye.

What are you up to?

"Ettore, my office. Let's look at that nose, " dibs says while looking down at him.

He nods and gets up, still smiling, looking rather pleased with himself.

After that the rest of the day went by in a kind of haze. Your anxiety was through the roof and you have had to self sooth all day.

Boyse was medicated and strapped to her bunk for "the safety of others" for attacking Ettore.

Ettore's nose was treated, and he was released to continue his duties. This was another example of how dibs favors the male inmates over their female counterparts.

When it is time for sleep, you are extremely agitated. Self soothing is not your specialty. Without Boyse, you really didn't have a choice. At dinner, Tchemy tried to help you, but it freaked him out, and he stopped.

You and the other girls enter your room. Boyse is already in there strapped to her bunk above yours and knocked out cold.

You crawl into your bunk and stare up at the bottom of Boyse's. You close your eyes, attempting to sleep.

You can hear every little thing as if it is being blasted into your ears at full volume, the light hum of the ship, the breathing of the sleeping girls around you, the scratching noise of the sheets against your skin anytime you make a slight movement.

Sleep brain sleep.

Eyes still closed hands by your sides, you feel it. There's a shift in the energy. Where it was loud just moments ago suddenly everything seems so very quiet. Too quiet.

You roll your head to the left and open your eyes. There he is. Ettore once again in his sleep shorts leaning up against the door frame. Eyes locked on you. You bring your hand back up toward your face and start to stroke your cheek only this time he doesn't stay in the door way.

He swiftly and quietly makes his way over to your bunk. He takes a peak up at Boyse knocked out and a small smile lights up his face for just a moment.

When he looks back at you, that smile is gone and replaced with a look of hunger. He pulls back the sheet that covers you and looks your body up and down twice, then crouches down beside your bed.

He gently caresses your cheek with the tips of his fingers.

"You're gonna be a good kitty for me, yeah?"

Yes

You close your eyes and nuzzle into his hand, not making a sound other than the little purring noises you usually do.

He pulls your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs and off your ankles in one fluid motion.

You falter for a moment, feeling the cold chill opening your eyes and looking down at yourself.

"Shhhh kitty," he spreads your legs apart, placing himself between them. You stare directly into his eyes with a questioning gaze.

He pushes your head back against the pillow and lays down on top of you stroking your cheek.

"Just take what I give you and keep quiet"

With that, he hikes your legs up so your knees are pointing up and your feet are flat against the mattress. He pulls his sleep shorts down to his mid thighs and quickly and roughly enters you.

You let out a squeak, and he quickly places his hand over your mouth. He puts his nose to your cheek and starts to nuzzle.

"Shhh kitty shhh"

You begin to calm and nuzzle back, so he begins to move in and out of you slowly. He removes his hand from your mouth and then pulls his face back.

He pulls himself off your chest, situating himself on his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you toward him. Then he begins to pound into you, the only noise being the light squeaking of the bed and his slightly labored breathing.

Just take it

His hands grip your hips tightly, and his eyes are glued to where your bodies connect.

You close your eyes and start to lose yourself in the sensations you're feeling. What started off as an uncomfortable stinging and feeling of fullness has begun to morph into something else. Something that feels good.

Ettore removes his left hand from your hip and shoves it up your shirt, grabbing at your breast roughly. The pain and roughness seem to increase the pleasure that is starting to coil in your stomach.

You open your eyes and look at him, his eyes are closed, and his jaw is slack as his pace begins to falter. He takes his hand out of your shirt and pushes your legs up from under your thighs, and pushes them up against your stomach fucking you harder and deeper than before. He grips your thighs so tightly that it hurts but feels good at the same time when his eyes finally open, he's not looking at you he is looking up at nothing. His breathing is harsh, and just watching him experience his pleasure has a pressure building in your lower stomach you are unfamiliar with.

He squeezes your thighs really tight and stiffens inside you before you feel a warm sensation within you .

"Ahhh," he says quietly as he drops your legs back down and lowers himself on your chest again, trying to regulate his breathing. He doesn't pull out, just resting on top of and inside you. His head is next to yours, and he is breathing into the crook of your neck. You nuzzle your face into his, and he lets out a chuckle.

"You really are the perfect little pet"

Part 6

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Finders Keepers - Chapter Two

AN: Welcome back to chapter two, where we find out more about our Reader and Bucky, their personal history and their history together. I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by @mrs-illyrian-baby

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Chapter One

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Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 3.8k

Chapter CW: Cyberpunk/Futuristic AU, Flashbacks, Minor Enby Characters, Hydra, Whump, Traumatic injuries (but not discussed in detail), Angst, Bucky being a dick, Sassy reader, Minor background PepperRhony 

Chapter Two - The past is future

July 9th, 2181

The man practically beamed as he looked at his partner, sitting up in the hospital bed, holding their newly born child. They were obviously very tired, but to him, they’d never looked so radiant than they did right now. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand to stroke over the top of your small head, astounded by how fragile you looked. When he looked up again his gaze locked with that of his life-mate.

“I still can’t believe that you did that.” His voice was raw with emotion and he didn’t even try to stop the joyous tears that rolled down his cheeks. “You made this tiny thing and brought them into the world and…” He stopped briefly while he choked up. “And you were so brave. My sweet, wonderful, darling.” He leant over and kissed the person you would later refer to as ‘Momo’ on their forehead, before he went back to studying you, his perfect sunbeam of a child.

Elsewhere in the city a boy, probably no more than eight, ran through the back streets, skidding around a corner as he sought to escape the person chasing him. He’d been practising his pickpocketing skills, and apparently he hadn’t perfected it yet, given the shouts and heavy footsteps of the man behind him. What he did have though was climbing skills and a young, nimble body. 

With practised ease, Bucky leapt up onto the pile of abandoned crates, the polymer flexing under his feet and providing the amount of bounce he needed to reach the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder. He scrambled up, the metal rungs clanging under his feet, and the disgruntled voice fell away behind him. When he reached the roof he dragged in several lungfuls of air and then let out a loud whoop of joy. The credits that he’d swiped would buy some extra fruit and vegetables for his sisters, so they could grow up big and strong. He knew his mother would roll her eyes when he came home with it all, but she wouldn’t ask him either. He’d been told many times by her that in this life you never looked a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever a horse was.

March 17th, 2190

You were too excited and just couldn’t contain it. You knew you were supposed to stay sat down, but how could you when kneeling up on the seat meant you could look out of the window properly and feel like you were flying like a bird? Next to you, your Dad chuckled, entertained by your innocent antics. He’d been invited to a work conference and had been allowed to bring you and Momo with him. While he attended workshops and symposiums, Momo had promised that the two of you would go swimming and shopping, and see the sights. The prospect of that had been more than enough to excite your almost 9 year old self, but when you found out that your Dad’s company was getting you there in a personal transport vehicle, you’d almost taken off like one.

You were going to fly! You were going to see the clear, cloud-free sky and the bright sun. It felt like all of your birthdays had come at once.

Down on the ground, Bucky kicked at the dirt, a pout plastered across his face as he tried not to cry. He was sixteen, for frack’s sake, too old for tears. And who cared about a stupid birthday anyway? There were far more important things to think about, like Becca and Ruthie, and Ma.

The tears welled with vigour when he thought about the changes the years had wrought to her. It had been bad enough the day that Da left and never came home, sometime in the summer he turned ten, but to see his Ma get sicker and more frail over the last year had been almost more than he could bear. Added to that was the fact that her illness meant she was working less, and credits had already been stretched to the limit. There was only so much the odd bit of pick-pocketing could get him. 

Despite his resolve, a tear broke free and rolled down his cheek.

“Hey there!” A voice broke through Bucky’s solitude and he looked up to see another boy, a young man, maybe a few years older than him standing with a group of his friends. “You look like you’re down on your luck. Maybe me and the boys can help you out. The name’s Brock.”

Bucky sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve. “I’m Bucky,” he replied as he stood, trying to make himself look taller. Older. “And the only way you can help me is if you know a way of making credit.” 

Brock smiled and his eyes glittered. “If it’s credits you’re after, then my boss, Mr Pierce, can definitely help you out with that.” He swaggered over and dropped his arm around Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him into a half-hug. “Welcome to Hydra, Bucky. We can help you get anything you want.”

January 1st, 2200

He knew there was pain, but he couldn’t quite feel it any more. The world around him was fuzzy and white. Bright lights. Buzzing. Beeping. People scurrying around him like ants. 

Why was he lying down? And what was that noise? It sounded like crying. 

Becca. 

Ruthie.

“His O2 sats are dropping.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood.” 

“I’m not getting a radial pulse in his left arm. We’re going to have to amputate.”

He heard the words, but they sounded as though they were coming from underwater and it was hard to understand.

A bright light shined in his eyes and he winced.

“Mr Barnes. Can you talk?”

A groan was the only response he was capable of.

“We’ve got a possible TBI here.”

“Prep for surgery.”

The last thing he remembered was going for a big score with Rumlow, Rollins and the other guys. They’d said a grav-train coming from upstate was gonna be ripe for the picking - full of all sorts of things they could either use or sell on for credits. 

They’d jumped down onto the roof, just as it was pulling out of the station and was still going slowly and climbed down the ladder on the back car to get inside. What they hadn’t anticipated though, was the guard. There had been a scuffle, led by Rumlow, as Bucky had brought up the rear. He’d flinched at the distinctive whine of a phase pistol being discharged and then gasped at the sight of the guard lying on the ground, unmoving and smoke rising from his chest. Rumlow had turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised in challenge and Bucky’s fight or flight response kicked in. Unfortunately it hadn’t been the former option. The problem was that the rear door was still open, and the vehicle had picked up speed. Before Bucky had even known what had happened he’d slipped and fallen from the train, reaching out with his arms to grab something. Anything.

He couldn’t  remember any more after that because it all went dark with the hiss of the hypodermic spray filling his body with sedation. Even if he had been awake he wouldn’t have been aware of what happened on the other side of the ER.

The external doors whooshed open, a grav gurney being moved along by two emergency staff while two other adults ran alongside, one clutching the small hand of the teen who lay upon it.

“Momo, I’m scared.”

Your Momo looked at you and flashed you a wan smile full of false bravado, rubbing their hand over your hair.

“I know, sweetheart, but the doctors are going to do everything they can to help you.”

Tears flooded down your face. You’d been so stupid and now you were going to pay the price.

“I can’t feel my foot.” 

You didn’t miss the way your father’s eyes darted down to the bloody cloth covering the lower half of your right leg. He had a death grip on your hand.

“It’ll be alright, honey. I know it will.”

You cried more when you reached another set of doors and the hospital workers told your parents they couldn’t go with you any further. You’d fucked up your life and now had to live with the consequences.

October 8th, 2205 - 6 months ago

You only needed one more item to complete this order, and it would be your biggest payday to date. You couldn’t keep the grin from your face at the thought. You even knew where there was a promising looking junk pile. With any luck you’d be able to find the item quickly, spruce it up and get your credits.

You quickened your pace, almost jogging down the sidewalk, weaving around other denizens going about their daily business. There were the usual hawkers - some selling legitimate items, some not -, the food vendors and the sex workers. You raised your hand in greeting as you passed Kiki, standing on their corner. The young sex worker was popular and always seemed to act in a safe manner, but it didn’t stop you from worrying about them, or keeping an eye on them when you could. The irony that you’d taken on a ‘mom’ role with them, when you were only a few years older, was not lost on you.

You turned the corner and spied the junk heap up ahead, behind an eight foot fence. As you got closer you frowned at the low buzzing sound of the forcefield that separated you from your goal. It would slow you down, but luckily it wouldn’t stop you. You had a vast array of skills you’d perfected since you’d started this line of work. It might not make your parents proud, but it kept you in credits and off the streets.

Kneeling down by the side of the forcefield, you pulled a small device from your pocket - your field disruptor. Not a new concept by any means, but this one was of your own design, and could create a brief, stable hole in most forcefields you’d come across. You grinned as you switched it on, turning the dial to find the frequency required to disrupt the field and make an aperture you could fit through. It began to work and your grin grew broader as you watched the gap grow until it was big enough and you ducked through it, switching your disruptor off and pocketing it. Now it was time to get on with the actual job.

The pile of discarded tech you now faced was the biggest you’d seen since you’d started Finding and your enthusiasm grew as you thought about all the credits you could amass by reconditioning different items. And whilst you were really only there for one thing, you couldn’t help but pick up some of the smaller, interesting things you saw and stuff them into your backpack. In fact you were so intent on searching through all the bits of discarded metal, plastic and wire, crouched down on the floor, that you didn’t notice the arrival of another person until a shadow fell across you.

“Who the hell are you?”

At the gruff exclamation, you spun around and rose to full height. Ice blue eyes peered at you from behind a black domino mask. The man - you were sure it was a ‘him’ - was tall and broad, dressed head to toe in black, with a prosthetic left arm on show - an arm that was whirring as he clenched his fist. It took a moment but - 

“Shit. You’re Bucky Barnes. You scared me.”

Internally you were in awe. You’d heard so much about him, how he was one of the best Finders in the city. He was known to be fair in his pricing, even offering instalment schemes for clients who’d proved themselves a good bet. If you could team up with him, initiate some kind of partnership, it would be invaluable for your reputation. You knew you had the skills, you just needed some more word of mouth recommendations.

“I know who I am, doll”, he drawled, condescendingly. “Doesn’t answer the question of who you are or why you’ve broken into my territory.” He took a menacing step forward and you backed up until you were stopped by the pile of junk behind you. Bucky reached out his left hand and braced it on the heap, half blocking you in, his right hand on his hip, very close to the holstered Stunner hanging there. The whirr of his arm was even louder now, and your excitement at having met such a well-known person in your industry gave way to rising anxiety.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise this was your turf. I’m just here looking for something. I’m a Finder like you. And I was thinking, maybe, that we could…”

“I don’t care what you think,” came the snapped interruption. “I don’t allow trespassers and I don’t work with anyone else. All of this is mine, so you can empty out that backpack of yours and then you can fuck off.” Bucky tightened his hand around the lump of metal sticking out by your head and you heard it squeal as he crushed it in his mechanical grip, the unsaid threat transmitted to you loud and clear.

With a scowl on your face you shoved him back with both your hands - and he let you -  giving yourself enough space to upend your bag and unceremoniously dump its contents at his booted feet. He smirked at you as you did so, and you felt your annoyance grow.

“Go fuck yourself, Barnes,” you ground out. However, he just grinned at you, holding his arms wide as he took a few swaggering steps backwards.

“I do, doll. Every night. And you know what? I’m pretty great. Now get out of here. I won’t be as ‘nice’ if I find you here again.” With that he turned and walked away, ignoring the items you’d discarded. It was as though his ire was more about your intrusion than your theft, and despite your anger and frustration at him, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in his past to make him like that.

Of course that wasn’t your last run in with him. You’d had to do some recon in order to discover just how much of that area of the city Barnes saw as his own personal Finding zone, which inevitably meant treading on his toes. Whenever you’d realised you were getting close to the border you’d slow down and make yourself obvious so that he couldn’t accuse you of trying to purposely trespass. You’d known that you’d found the boundary when you had the overriding feeling of being watched and you’d learned pretty quickly that Barnes preferred high vantage points, not unlike a sniper of old. With that knowledge, you’d look up and scan the building tops and when you’d finally identified his perch you’d nod your head and give him a little mocking salute before turning on your heel and going back the way you’d come.

The thing, though, about establishing boundaries, is that you can learn the best way to push them. All your research meant that you’d worked out which were the areas furthest away from where he normally situated himself - the ones it took him the longest time to get to - which meant that sometimes, if you weren’t slow and weren’t obvious, you could sneak into the edges of those areas and get away with picking up the odd Find here and there. The only thing was that sometimes you weren’t sure you were actually getting away with it. Every so often you had the unmistakable feeling that Bucky knew what you were doing and was just letting you. But if that was the case, why? What was his long game? Which is why you’d taken the risk you had yesterday and been caught for your troubles, leading you to where you were now - annoyed at having your breakfast interrupted.

You scowled at Barnes across your table, your good mood evaporated. For once, he didn’t have his domino mask on, and you were caught between trying to maintain your anger at his intrusion and noticing how absolutely stunning he was. You snorted. Of course he would be annoyingly handsome. He emanated charisma as he leant against the booth back, his arms resting on the top of it on either side of him, appearing totally nonchalant.

“You stalking me, Barnes?” you grumbled.

His response was to firstly raise a brow mockingly, and then answer “Would I do a thing like that? That would be as bad as sneaking into someone's territory and stealing from them.”

You rolled your eyes, absolutely fed up with his game playing. “Alright, you caught me. Happy now?”

His gaze locked with yours and you fought the urge to shrink into your seat. “No.”

A heartbeat’s silence passed before you blurted out “What are you going to do about it then? Spank me?” and then instantly regretted it. The flash of emotion that passed over his face heated you from the inside out and you squirmed. What on earth had possessed you to say that? Because now the only image in your head involved being laid over his broad thighs, head now, ass up, and…

“As tempting as that offer is, doll, no. I’m not gonna spank you. As you fulfilled your Find request with something taken from me, I think it only fair that we split the profits. As you did the leg work, and the repair work, I’m prepared to be generous. I suggest a seventy/thirty split.”

At that moment Tony appeared, his usual effervescent self, to take both your orders and after requesting your usual you had a few moments to mull over Barnes’ offer whilst he asked about the daily specials.

It would probably be worth accepting his offer, just to keep him on side, even if it meant parting with thirty percent of your credits. And maybe, if you kept him sweet, it could lead to more team ups and finally that partnership you were angling for.

Tony smiled at Bucky before turning back to you. “It’s nice to see you here with someone, Turbo.” You rolled your eyes at the daft nickname he’d given you when you’d first met him as a rambunctious and speedy four year old. He then dropped his voice to a stage-whisper, a complete non-effort at subtlety and said “He’s handsome. Seems like a keeper to me,” before walking off quickly without giving you the chance to set him straight. 

A dull thud sounded from where your head connected with the table top and you bit out “Don’t even start”, at Bucky before he could snigger. But  you needed to be professional and ready to negotiate with the man who insisted on being a thorn in your side, so you sat back up and straightened your spine.

“Okay,” you started, desperately trying not to sound nervous, “so you want thirty percent of my earnings for this Find to recompense you for the fact that the item may have been acquired from your side of the border?”

You were interrupted once more by the amused snort that came from Barnes’ lips. “Oh, dollface”, he drawled. “You misunderstand me. I want seventy percent. You get to keep the thirty.” For a moment all you could do was gape at him in shock, mouth open as you processed what he’d said. Then you got angry.

“What the actual fuck, Barnes. Really?”

He nodded slowly. “Really. And I think I’m being more than generous.”

“You really are a grade-A asshole, you know that?”

He shrugged. “So I’ve been told. But I’m not budging. I could have fulfilled that Find myself and gotten a hundred percent of the fee, so, sweetheart…” He took his arms off the back of the booth bench and leant forward, as far into your space as he could get with a table in the way. “Take thirty or take nothing. I can assure you, I’m more than happy with the latter option if you wanna go with that. But you fight me on this, I will make sure that not only will you not get into my territory ever again, no-one will want to hire you as their Finder after I spread the word about how you try to steal from others in the business.”

There it was. The ultimatum he knew would get you to capitulate, because you couldn't call his bluff and risk losing your semi-stable stream of income. If you’d been angry before, you were now incandescent with rage.

You pushed out of the booth, staring down at Bucky as your nostrils flared, almost bumping into Tony as he appeared with your food and looked on at the confrontational scene in confusion.

“Sorry, Tony. My appetite appears to have deserted me.” You didn’t take your eyes off Bucky for one second. He was such a smug bastard. 

You reached into your pocket and retrieved the handful of credit slips you’d obtained only an hour ago and flung them towards Barnes, hoping that most would fall on the floor so he’d have to scrabble to retrieve them.

“My friend here will pay for both our meals. I’m afraid I don’t have as many credits as I thought I did. Give my love to Pepper and James.” Turning on your heel, you stalked out, trying to ignore the stares and muttering from other patrons, embarrassment heating your cheeks. Your boots thudded heavily on the pavement outside and you wrapped your arms around your body. What the fuck were you going to do now? You’d needed those credits. Yes, you had a new job lined up, but it might take you a few days before you could fulfil it.

Fuck!

Fuck Bucky Barnes and his stupid personal rules and his stupid handsome face.

You turned down the alley that would lead you home the quickest. You needed to get back and work out where you could search for your next Find and whether any of the items you had in your meagre store were currently being sought out by anyone on the message boards. You disliked searching for jobs, preferring them to come to you, but sometimes it was required, and now was one of those times.

The hustle and bustle of the main street was quieter here, and the lights of the stores, as well as the general daylight, duller. You had nothing to fear though. You knew these streets and most of the folk here knew you. However, you suddenly got the uneasy feeling that you were being followed, so you sped up your walk, hoping to lose whoever was tailing you. It was probably Barnes, the bastard.

A strange sound came from behind you, a whooshing, and then a metal pipe collided with, luckily, your right leg, letting out a clang. You still went down though, rolling in the dirt and stopping on your back. You looked up, not into a smug face with ice blue eyes, but a rough and scarred one with hazel eyes. What the fuck was going on now?

Chapter 3

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[blackfangedreaper]

FELATIO

Prompt: "Not a sound."

Pairing: Luffy x Black!fem!reader

Warnings: sexual content, cursing, grammatical errors. Mdni.

Tag list: @euphoficc @luffyinlove @closet-degenerate @roronoaswifey

"C'mon, this way." You voiced pulling him through the empty hall. It was good no one noticed you both were gone. You had sneaked out of the dance studio with luffy to take care of some... Private matters. It was a struggle for luffy to match your pace especially with the raging boner pressing against his school slacks, dying to get out.

This was all your fault actually, just watching you dance so sensually for another project of yours set him off and the fact you shared eye contact with him through the mirror showed you knew exactly what you were doing but you didn't stop there.

After you were done you walked to a very frustrated luffy who was about to walk out the door, you pressed your body against his back, trailing your hands up his chest to bring him into a hug, your boobs pushed up against his thin school shirt. "Need help?"

Which leads you back here, trying to find a certain room. You were sure it was around here somewhere. Ah ha! You stopped backtracking a bit before bringing out a key, unlocking the door and walking into the empty theatre room; where the drama club took place. Seemed they were out. Very good.

"Why do you have the key?" Luffy cocked his head looking at you before wincing at the constant friction of his pants and hard-on. You locked the door back taking in the vast auditorium where certain events happened. "They gave me a spare cause the janitor tends to lose the key all the time." He nodded confused. what a careless old man!

"Come on, we're almost there." You dragged him backstage, walking down the eerie hallway were rooms of prep occurred before arriving at the props room. You opened it walking into the slightly dark room. "Should we be in here?" How unusual luffy was worried about getting in trouble- "Why not the stage? It's more thrilling and bright there!" Nevermind.

"Shh... They'll see us there bubby." You sighed using the dim light that came from under the door to move yourself in more deeper and into the corner. You pushed luffy into the corner pressing up against him before smashing your lips against his.

"Mmph." He pulled you in closer by your waist, tilting his head to the side to run his tongue on your plump bottom lip before biting and pulling on it, bringing his thumb up to caress them, loving the softness and warmth they brought to his thumb. Shifting his gaze from your slightly swollen but soft lips to your clouded eyes, he sighed. "Pretty."

"Let me take care of you alright?" Pecking his lips then kneeling slowly, trailing your hands down his chest as you went low. Fully on your knees you pecked his erection, looking at him through your lashes before slowly undoing his belt buckle.

"You should probably hold unto something." You warned watching his loose pants fall before palming his hard-on looking up at him again as you licked the wet spot on his briefs hearing him groan. "Heh! I don't need to!" He laughed before hissing at the feeling of air hitting his shaft. You marvelled at his size. Thank God he wore briefs, you don't think his boxers would have survived this.

"Don't say i didn't warn you." You broke out of your shock due to his cocky reassurance. You stroked his shaft against your face, placing kisses from the base of his cock to the base of his head, teasingly blowing air on the red tip. "Fuck, your so hard."

"Nngh!" He whined as he felt you press on the bulging vein underneath his cock, tracing it with the tip of your tongue upwards before engulfing his swollen head;red from teasing, into your mouth, getting a high pitch moan from luffy.

"Shhh... Not a sound." You released his head from your torturous licks and sucks with a 'pop', moaning at the taste of his semen on your tongue. Wrapping your palms around his shaft you pumped it before taking his balls into your mouth, sucking on it while illiciting sinful sounds from him. "You taste good baby."

"F-Fuck!" He whispered looking down to watch you suck and massage his balls whilst stroking him in rhythm. You looked up making eye contact with him through your lashes, catching his eyes dilate a little more when he looked at you. "You look s-so pretty right now."

You giggled, the vibration causing him to throw his head back in pleasure, his soft black locks brushing against the wall as he moaned. "I-In!" You sat upright still stroking his shaft as you tilted your head in genuine confusion. "What?" He groaned at your innocent expression repeating his statement once more. "I wanna be inside y/n."

"Hmmm? Isn't that a bit rude bubby?" You hummed batting your eyes at him, a pout playing on your lips. "What's the word i wanna hear, honey?" You teased, slowing your strokes making him fidget before quickly giving up and begging. "I'm sorry! P-Please just-" you cut him off. "Okay ♥!"

Immediately you said that you took him in whole, deepthroating for the first time. Damn it looked alot easier in porn! "Mmph!" You choked on his size, tears sprang out your eyes, the stretch he brought your throat sent tremors down your spine going right to your cunt.

"Oh! Fuck, you shouldn't h-have done that." Luffy hissed, mocking you in turn. Your mouth bringing him the ultimate pleasure right now, you were literally sucking him in. You back away from his dick to take a mouthful of air, heaving as you watched the multiple strings of saliva bounce, some breaking at the force of your breathing. "Huh? Giving up already?"

You were trembling, that was so painful why did you do that. Maybe you should try slower this time, this was your first blowjob after all and you were going to give it your best. Luffy was going to be on his knees by the end of this, you swear it. You opened your mouth wide, stretching your tongue out to wrapped it around his tip. "No, just getting started."

You sucked on his head, his precum staining your tongue once again. He jumped when you flicked his frenulum; the underside of his head, with your tongue. You then began to take him in inch by inch, whining when you felt him hit the back of your throat. He was only halfway in.

"T-Take your time...hah!" He muttered drowning in the shocks of pleasure you sent through his body. Your heart leaped at his encouragement making you more determined to take him in some more. Your brows furrowed as you went deeper, slowly and finally your nose hit his firm abdomen.

Luffy was holding himself back, he really wanted to fuck your face so bad but seeing you almost injure yourself he had to control himself, clenching his hands into a fist to prevent him from grabbing your head and using your mouth as a fleshlight. You'd like that though? Wouldn't you."Nngh!" He whimpered feeling you increase your speed.

You finally got a little comfortable with his size and started to increase your pace, your hands were wrapped around the remaining you couldn't quite fit into your mouth yet. Squeezing gently and stroking diligently sending chills down his spine. You made sure to slow down sometimes to take a break and breathe. "Y/n! I don't think i can hold it anymore!" You heard luffy wail, hold what? Uh oh...

Just as you were about to release his cock from your mouth to question him he pushed your head back and all the way to the base. "Uurrgh!" You gagged feeling him go deep in your throat making you stay there before he fixed his fingers into your hair and started to thrust you forward.

Your throat bulged at the harsh treatment, saliva steadily collecting at the base of his length dropping down to his balls then the floor before the cycle started all over again. You stared up at him, your brows furrowing as tears dropped down your eyes. "S-Shit! Your throat feels so good baby!" He groaned at your soft insides.

You were sure your oral cavity wasn't going to be the same anymore with the way luffy was thrusting, reshaping it with his fat cock. You slapped his hands away, glaring at him as his cock slid out of your mouth, strings of spit connected you both as you coughed and panted. "I- ugh!" You took in his shaft into your mouth once again after a mouthful of air, interrupting him before he could say anything.

"Hmmm..." You hummed on his cock, your throat wrapping comfortably around his cock as you hollowed your cheek. Bopping your head forward and backward on his dick in a fast pace, bringing your finger to press lightly on a vein underneath his cock as you sucked on him harshly, drawing whines and pleads for you to slow down.

"F-Fuck! Please! Slow do-awh!"

"Nuh-uh!" You hummed as your ran your tongue up and down his slit before deepthroating him again. Luffy's knees felt weak, he wished he listened to you and held onto something. His moans and whimpers sent you into a state of euphoria, your panties getting wet just from his pathetic but adorable pleads.

You whimpered on his dick as you stroked yourself through your panties, rolling your index and middle round your clit. The pleasure from sucking luffy off made your mind foggy and with the shocks from your clit it made you drool in excess, allowing luffy slide in and out of your mouth easily. "I'm coming y/n!"

His fingers found its way back to hair, entangling with each other to give luffy a good grip. He thrusted into you, his eyes rolling back as he chased after his orgasm. His abdomen tightening at the overload of pleasure he was receiving. "A-Almost, oh fuck! Please!"

"Hhrmp!" You sobbed, your orgasm coming faster than you expected, your brows furrowing upwards as only the whites of your eyes remained visible. Luffy and you came at the same time. Luffy bucking into you wildly before shuddering holding your head closer to the clenching muscles of his lower abdomen. "Hah!"

Thick ropes of his cum spilled deep and down your throat, giving you no time to taste him on your tongue. He stood stiff as you recovered from your orgasm. You sucked his cock clean, releasing his head with a 'pop' before licking your lips. "Thank you for the meal!" You giggled your voice a little hoarse as you pulled his briefs and pants up, buckling his belt back on then patting it.

One piece - disco ball 🪩

"There you go!" You stood up feeling the wetness in your panties. "Dawh they're all ruined!" You cringed not liking the feeling at all. You sighed turning to the strangely silent luffy, his hair was shielding his eyes, the dim room only making the shadows more prominent on his face. "Bubby? You ok?"

"Uh huh..." He hummed still sticking to the wall, his body completely rigid. You walked closer catching unto his flustered expression. "Hm? What's wrong luffy? Let's go! They'll be back soon." You said going to grab luffy's hand. "No! I-I'll come later! Yeah! I come out after you!" He rushed out a look of embarrassment present on his face.

"Luffy we have no time for this" you hissed pulling his hand. "I CAN'T I'LL-" after those words you heard a thud then an embarrassed groan. "I'll fall..." You looked down at luffy, his left hand still clutched in yours while the rest of his body was on the floor. "Pfft-" you stifled your laugh turning the other way. "Hey! D-Don't laugh, my legs are just numb, 's all"

"I did tell you to hold onto something!" You chuckled at his scowl before lifting him up and helping him out the dim room with haste. Not knowing the drama club attendees were currently waiting for their president; who went to the dance studio to look for you, who had the spare key. "Dammit we really should stop keeping our key with the janitor! This is the eighth one this month!"

[bluebutlikenotalways]

🐲 For Rayo and 👑 For Sorpresa, please? You can do either or if you don't want to do both. Thank you :)

Oooohhhhohoho! I love this ask :D

First up OUR SWEET PRINCE

I think I need to redesign her mask to make it less like a butterfly, because that ain’t her vibes!

Nou die draak

I kinda rushed the folded wings because I wanted to show his stupid fucking dragon hands off XD

Of course where would a prince be without her dragon?

hey guess what

LORE

So let’s start with our Prince.

Sorpresa comes from a long line of of women royals and is bright and ready to prove herself. A big part of her job tho is keeping her identity secret so she’s able to walk amongst her people without them acting off so they actually know what to fix, hence the mask. They’re also the first defensive against any attacks so they must always be ready with weapons and strangely sharp crowns. Sorpresa is more than ready to take on the world, she’s just waiting on the chance to prove herself.

Dragon man

Rayo X is a Knucker with horns that grew in wrong. Instead of pointing out they grew sideways to form a cross. With less protection than his fellows he decided to leave them to avoid the shame of them telling him he was a burden. While not able to use his horns he has developed one hell of a tail whip to fight back. It has served him well for a long time, but he still appreciated the beak guard because it makes close range attacks easier.

How they know each other!

Sorpresa was an only child and Rayo was an outcast, so both of their childhoods were really very boring when they weren’t training or sleeping. One day Rayo decided he’d drag his sorry ass out of the pond he was holding up in to try find someone to play with. He stumbled across a very flashy silver gate with blue gems set into its crest. He couldn’t help himself, he slithered up and pecked the sapphires out. Holding one up to admire it he watched as the world through it fractured and spun through the blue shine. On the other side he saw more flowers than he’d ever seen in his life. He had to see more! So he bellyflopped into the yard and went skittering to check everything out. Needless to say he trashed the place.

Meanwhile

A very board student was staring out her window while her tutor was trying to explain why the apple fell on Newton’s head and wishing that she could be doing anything else. Suddenly she saw a shadow climb over her fence and start slinking around her hard pulling up her grandmother’s flowers and toppling statues of her long dead relatives and if that wasn’t the most interesting thing she’d seen all day. Her teacher didn’t even get the chance to grab her before she went bursting out the window and scaling down the vines till she was able to land with only scarped knee to complain of.

Rayo was admiring how his reflection was shining in the depths of their well.

“HEY!”

A shout and poke from behind him made him jump and lose his grip on one of gems. He lent forward to to try catch it before it was out of reach, but a smack on his back made him jolt forwards and go spilling into the the depths below.

For a second he considered just curling into a ball at the bottom until whatever it was went away, but he reminded himself he’s a fucking dragon who can whip ass if he wants to.

Sorpresa peered over the edge of the well wall to the Rocky water below. She thought it was someone in a long robe digging through her family’s yard, but for a second she could have sworn…A dragon’s head come rocketing out of the earth below. Her stomach nearly fell out her ass as she steps back keeping her weapon up list like she was taught and glued her eyes to the opening waiting for a fight. Nothing came. Slowly she approached again to take another peak.

Rayo was about seven feet short from the top and was desperately clinging to the stones trying to claw his way back out, but he kept hitting a smooth one and ended up splashing back down.

Sorpresa watched him struggle for a bit. Poor thing looked like it was panicking. “Hello?”

Rayo paused. He looked up at the face above him. “Why did you hit me?”

Sorpresa cringed. “Well it was you or me.” She glanced at the torn up flowers and shuttered seeing that the crown broke off of her great great great aunt. “My mama is gonna explode when she sees this.”

Rayo curled around himself trying to calm down. “Whatever.” He dipped back below the water to tie himself in a knot. He couldn’t deal with this.

Above him a blip in the water made him stir. A tock on his head made him rise out back out of the water to see he must have fallen asleep because the light around them had faded to a deep purple, or maybe that was just a reflection from him.

“What?”

“I came back to check in you and I was worried you drowned.” Rayo blinked up at her. “You’re…really stuck, huh?” Rayo started sinking again. “I’ll get you out, don’t worry.”

Rayo Sat with his eyes above the water as he watched her work. A few minutes later a rope flitted down next to him and Sorpresa called him up. He reached out and gave it a tug. The beam it was tied to creaked a little, but didn’t break. He wrapped himself around it and started his way up.

Halfway up the rope he heard something snap and he practically turned to stone.

“C’mon! You’re almost there!” Sorpresa leaned over to see her garden destroyer dangling like a uvula in the throat of some great beast. He was so close she could almost…she grabbed the rope, looped her leg around it and slid down far enough that she could reach out and touch him. He was way smoother than she excepted, but when she went to sooth down his spines he flinched away. She hissed. “No! Not back down!” The knucker stayed where he was. She puffed air out through her nose and went over what she had learned. “I’m sorry I scared you down here earlier, but it’s my duty to protect those in my kingdom..where you are, so please let me help you.”

She reached down a second time, but instead of touching him she held her hand in front of his eye. He cocked his head at it, then cautiously dug his claw into her sleeve.

Sorpresa had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from pulling away as he climbed up her arm, cutting her more with each step. She watched blood run down her arm through the rips in her sleeve. Mama really won’t be happy with her destroying her shirts like this. Soon enough Rayo was clinging to her shoulder with his tail wrapped around her arm for balance. Even with the extra weight she pulled them both up and out where she dumped them both on the ground.

Now that they were both safe she got to have a proper look at him. “You had wings this whole time? Why didn’t you use them?”

Rayo was trying very hard to dry off by flopping around in the dirt, but he humoured her and opened them. “Its too cramped down there to fly.”

“Oh. Wh-“

“I dropped your gems in the well.”

“You did what?”

And the rest is history!

[moqi2004]

I'm making a post because I haven't seen anyone talk about this on Tumblr. Just some advice for those wanting to do the No Mercy route so they don't end up like me.

Steamworks spoilers under the cut. If you're doing No Mercy I assume you've done at least one other route. Read this BEFORE going too far ahead!

In the Steamworks, BEFORE you head into the green computer room where you'd normally turn off the power, make sure you kill ALL of the enemies in the area until you get the usual "But nobody came" message.

Yes, I went too far ahead before doing this and also saved. Seeing the Axis fight was coming up, I went back to deal with any stray enemies, only to find that I wasn't getting any encounters at all. Confused, I ran all the way back through the Steamworks without a single encounter.

After going to the internet and inquiring with Reddit, I found that I had accidentally ABORTED the No Mercy route! Now it took me a good few hours to beat Ceroba (after a week's break because I was sick) and I knew I didn't wanna do it again. Luckily it seems Reddit has a couple fixes but as of posting this I haven't tried them. I'll do so and then edit the post with how it goes. Here's the reddit post I'm referring to.

This sucks cause I'm someone who adores this fangame! I think I wouldn't be as upset if not for the warning they gave me in the Dunes about killing all the enemies. I'm surprised such a glaring issue was missed. Hoping the devs get this fixed ;w;

EDIT: Okay yea I managed to get it fixed! Although it involved going into my files and doing a little bit of messing with them. Plus, a lot of the instructions on the Reddit post itself were hard to follow, so imma write down some of my own.

The method I used involves you downloading a save file someone uploaded to the internet, which sends you back to just before the Axis chase. This does also give you that save file's items so you will lose what you had there. Here's how to do it:

Paste %appdata% into your taskbar search bar. That's the bar that has all your open/pinned apps down at the bottom. If you're on desktop reading this you can see it right now.

Click the %appdata% folder that appears from the search results

You will have ended up in a folder titled "Roaming". You will be able to see it in the top bar to the left of the searchbar in the file explorer. To the left of where it says "Roaming", it will list "AppData". Click there to go into that folder.

Click on the folder named "Local"

Scroll down until you find a folder that is titled "Undertale_Yellow"

There you will see your saves. Using this you can download the new save that I mentioned. I did get a popup tab that I was able to close which didn't cause any issues. I would recommend you use an adblocker just in case. If you don't trust it or feel unsafe, then maybe this method isn't the one you want to try. The file is completely fine though, I downloaded it at my own risk and everything's okay.

Once downloaded, open your downloads folder in a small window and have the save location from before also open. Either copy paste the new save file in or drag the new one from the downloads folder to the save folder.

Replace the old file with the new one when your computer asks. If you want to save your old file just in case you can make a copy by right clicking and copying the file, then pasting it to a different location.

There is another method Reddit suggested where you edit a kill counter but I couldn't figure it out for the life of me. I really hope nobody else ends up in my position and has to edit their save in this way.

[missjaystone]

Clean Slate

Kinktober Day 3: Infidelity/Breeding

Summary: Johnny wants to start over again, this time with you. Pairing: Giovanni ‘Johnny Boy’ Soprano x Reader Word Count: 1,400 Warning: Gray! Johnny Soprano, unprotected sex, cheating, dubious consent to breeding.

This fic is a bit morally gray, but it’s a MSON/Sopranos fic so, y’know.

A/N: I do not know what happened here. One of those ‘it went better in my head’ type of deals like my other works.

You were in the middle of washing your dinner dishes when your front door slammed open. Mumbled swears filled the room when it was just as quickly slammed shut. "Everything okay, Johnny?" You call with a hum, putting the last few dishes out to dry before meeting him in the living room. "Fuck do you think?" He snapped rhetorically, frustratedly trying to undo his tie. "What happened now?" You asked as you swatted his hands away from his neck, gingerly untying the fabric. "Did Dickie fuck something up? Tony get suspended again? Livia-" You started listing off the usual suspects for his frustrations, only for him to stop you with a frenzied kiss before saying anything else about his wife. "I don't even wanna hear her fuckin' name right now." He growled. You nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt, discarding the fabric as soon as you were done with the last button. "I'm fuckin' sick of that woman," he spat as he watched you kneel in front of him, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees.

"What'd she do this time, baby?" You asked softly as you kissed his clothed thigh. "Gave me a fucking headache like she always does." He growled, watching with rapt interest as you finally pulled his boxers down, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips when you finally took him into your hands. "I'm sorry, Johnny." "We were just trying to have a nice fucking dinner with Dickie and Joanne and she wouldn't stop being a raging bitch." He complained, groaning quietly when you took his tip into your mouth. His head fell back, and a sigh fell from his lips as he relaxed the further you took him in. "Good girl." He mumbled as you started slowly bobbing your head on his length. Part of you perked up at the small praise, getting comfortable on your knees. One of your hands rested innocently on his thigh while the other began to lightly play with his balls. Another groan escaped him as his hand tangled in your hair, holding your head in place as he started fucking into your mouth. "Good fuckin' girl." He groaned, somehow tightening his hold on your hair as he bucked his hips faster, reveling in the sounds of you gagging on his cock. "Always know just what I need." He muttered, mainly to himself as his hips slowed some while he started to think.

When his hips started to stutter, he quickly pulled you off his cock, accidentally sending you sprawling backward some. "Bend over the counter, bella." He ordered, holding a hand out to help you up off the floor. You nodded and quickly did as he said, looking back at him over your shoulder when he pulled your night shorts down. One of his hands started massaging your ass while the other took his length into his hand. You arched your back some when you felt his tip prodding your entrance, your head falling some at the little resistance he faced as he slowly entered you. "That's my girl, so nice and tight." He mumbled. "You're sweet little cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it?" He coos before his hips meet yours, finally bottoming out. He stayed there for a moment, letting you get used to him like he always did. A firm slap to your ass made you jolt up some "answer me, princess." "Y-yes! I was, Johnny!" You said quickly. "Good girl." He said, soothingly rubbing the stinging area on your cheek where his hand collided. Slowly, he drags his hips back and thrusts them back forward. He worked up a slow, steady pace, savoring the little moans and whimpers you made with each drag of his hips.

"You know what I want more than anything in the world, bella?" Johnny asked, leaning over to press a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Hmm?" You hum in response, eyes slightly fluttering open. "I want a good, perfect little wife who'll do whatever the fuck I say without arguing." He husks, nipping your earlobe as his hips moved faster. His hand fell to your clit, pinching the small bundle and cutting off anything you were going to say to him. "And I want children I can be fucking proud of," he hissed, his pace gradually growing more erratic. "Johnny," You moaned out, panting slightly as the coil started to tighten. "I want a clean fucking slate and you know what, bella?" He hummed, sucking and biting until a nice hickey was left on the crook of your neck. In your pleasant, cock drunk haze, you could only hum in response. "You're gonna give it to me." He growled.

"J-Johnny!" You mumbled, clarity slowly coming back to you as his words processed in your mind. "Shh, you'll be perfect, baby, I promise." He coos, leaning over you to keep you firmly in place over the counter as he drove his hips into you with a force. "You'll look so fucking beautiful nice and full, cara, so fucking perfect." He husked, his hips again beginning to stutter as his release quickly approached. "But Johnny-" You objected. "I'll take care of both of you, princess, don't you fucking worry about a thing." He swore and the moment you felt the spring in your belly break, your objects stopped with a loud moan of his name. His body holding you against the counter was the only thing that kept you from falling when your knees buckled. He buried himself as deep as he could before his orgasm hit, holding your hips in a bruising grip as he rode it out.

When the bliss of your orgasms washed away, Johnny carefully picked you up and sat you on the counter. He smirked to himself as he inspected the mess between your thighs. "Johnny..." You mumbled nervously. He looked up at you and gently cupped your cheek "don't worry, princess, nobody's ever gonna give the next Mrs. Soprano shit." "But what about-" You argued and he cut you off. "I will take care of everything, princess. Don't you worry about a fucking thing." Without giving you more time to argue or fight him, he carried you to the bedroom and carefully laid you out, grabbing a pillow to put beneath your hips. "We'll start fresh, cara, and this time, I'll do shit right." He swore, planting a kiss on your inner thigh with a grin. He slowly kissed up to your navel, his lips lingering just below your belly button for a minute. "Keep yourself like this for a bit. I'll be back tomorrow." He said. True to his word, he came back the next day and the following day, staying the night every few nights.

A couple of weeks later, when you both got the confirmation you were indeed pregnant, he gave you a ring and a promise: you'd be married before the baby got there. You'd all but forgotten about his wife and children in the meantime, too caught up in helping him with various things to get ready. Reality came to smack you upside the head when, six and a half months after that first night, Livia came into the department store you worked at with some of her friends. "Look at you, dear!" She said when she noticed you organizing one of the displays. She immediately pulled you into a tight hug, her gushing over your situation turning to white noise as guilt filled your mind. "Who's the lucky man, dear?" She asked again, regaining your attention. "Just this man I met named Francis." You lied through your teeth, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket. "Well, he better fucking treat you right. You know my Johnny's trying to get me admitted to some looney bin? The balls on this fucking man." She complained. "I'm sorry, ma'am." "Oh please, calling me ma'am makes me feel so old, I come here enough just call me Livia." She says. "I'm sorry, Livia." You say softly, offering a small, sympathetic smile. You weren't just apologizing for his behavior, you were apologizing for your own, not that it'd make a difference in the slightest. At the end of the day, you were still fucking her husband, you were still carrying his baby, and you were still one reason their marriage would be ending, whether or not she knew any of that.

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Transportation 20 with Gant

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Flashes of scenery buzzed by as the car opened up on the interstate, finally taking them out of the city.

Nick was stiff behind the wheel, now and then his eyes darting to the rearview. You knew it was partially paranoia they were being followed out of the city they were currently running away from.

You opted to not think about being on the run again, Cassie warning them that Division was once again on the hunt for them. Relief of getting out of the city where it would be easier to trap any of you flowed through you, allowing the open breeze from the cracked window cool your face and the sun dapples coming through the glass warm you till you felt lazy, content in this old beater Nick was able to hot wire.

Cassie must have had the same idea to relax because you glanced over your shoulder to see her stretched on the backseat, her pale face tucked on her arm while the softest breaths escaped her parted lips. "Cassie, you awake?" You inquired but received no answer from her.

"She's out." You turned back to Nick, who finally sank back into the driver's seat, loosening up while they went with the flow of cars going to their own destinations.

"She earned it, with all that scrying she's been doing for us the past few days." He ran a hand through his scruffy hair, making it fluff up all the much more. A sure sign of how worried he's been.

"It was time we got out. Although I am going to miss that apartment." You said wistfully, for once your little ragtag team was able to hide out in a furnished place, the owners you found out were gone a majority of the year. Rich bastards used this as a vacation spot. Luckily for you all that meant the utilities were just kept on, for any of their weekend getaways. It was a few weeks of luxury you all enjoyed.

Sparingly, none of you wanted to draw attention to yourselves.

"It was a nice place, damn that bedroom." Nick smirked as his foot hit the gas, making you bite your own bottom lip in a grin at the thought. You both thoroughly enjoyed that masterbedroom, it was rare that you all could hide out in a place that had two bedrooms, typically it was given to Cassie, giving her some sense of being a teenage girl.

You slid over closer to Nick, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Cassie was still out. Your hand fell to his jean-clad thigh, squeezing and dragging down to rest your hand in against the inner part of his leg. "Getting to ride you in that tub." Your tone dropped almost to a whisper as your lips brushed against his neck, his eyes never leaving the road but you could see the quickened pace in his pulse, the red arousal creeping up the back of his neck. "All warm, wet, and soapy Nicky... I can't remember when you made me cum so hard."

Your hand squeezed now, almost his cock and he shifted in his seat with a grunt, eyes darting to look in the rearview to make sure their backseat passenger wasn't waking up. "Baby, you know I wasn't gonna let an opportunity like that pass, you were so fucking hot in the tub. Had to get my hands on you."

You laughed listening to him, pressing your lips against his neck in a flush of nips and kisses till you reached his earlobe. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold out longer without touching you at least, his hands flexing on the wheel as he continued maneuvering on the road. "Hands, mouth, cock. Glad we found out those rooms were soundproof cause I was so loud." Nick smirked again, proud of himself in those moments you were crying out his name and begging for more.

Your hand found where you wanted to be, brushing against the crotch of his pants, you felt him shift again, this time pushing into your hand and giving a slight groan. "Fuck." He muttered, now his sweet blue eyes flashing at you before falling to the road again. You loved driving him insane in the few moments of peace you two were allowed. "Loved hearing you scream my name Baby." His own hand fell to your lap, firmly sliding between your thighs and cupping your pussy through your own pants. Firm brushes of his fingers against the seam of the pants making you tingle.

A creak and moan from the back seat sprang you two apart, your hand resting back in your lap and his own back to the wheel. The tension between you two was there, but this just wasn't the time for going any further sadly. A hefty yawn had you glancing over your shoulder to see Cassie pushing up to a sit. "How much longer?"

"Mmh, another couple hours, then we will find a motel to crash in." His hand reached for you again, instead of touching you intimately, he took your hand, wrapping his fingers in yours and pulling your hand into his lap, just holding your hand. You leaned into him, your head going to his shoulder to enjoy this whole other kind of intimacy with Nick.

"Double beds?" Cassie inquired and Nick looked up in the rearview mirror.

"Nah, I think we got enough funds to get two rooms, right Y/N?"

"Enjoy it while we got it." Your hand gave a squeeze of affection to his, which Nick lifted to kiss your knuckles, silently agreeing with your statement.

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Geralt of Rivia: The Knives Hurt

Pairing: Geralt x F!Reader

POV: Reader

Warnings: Blood, Fluff, patching up a wound, light fighting scene, angst, survival.

Summary: Geralt may be a witcher, but we all must bleed. But with you beside him no wound is to hard to heal.

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“Geralt why do you insist on doing things by yourself?” I asked as he rushed out of the door of the room and down the creaking stairs. He always had the ability to be a complete dick when he was the search of the monster he was quested out to kill. 

“Geralt!” I said again at the bottom of the stairs of inside the bar. He turned and looked at me. Geralts eye were on me like there was nobody else was in bar. Stoic, and unbroken by the quite talking. “Y/n you must know that this is what I do. This is my work. My life!” He said sharply and under his breathe. Those two yellow eyes not giving any leeway for my words. 

The staring only lasted a few moments before Geralt turned his back, and walked out the bars door. The bartendar looked over, with a sweet smile she filled up a mug of the best brew they had and slid it across the bars top. I grabbed it took a sip, and walked back up the stairs. 

Geral always thought he was right no matter waht/. Geralt was my friend, a really good friend. Hell honestly I don’t know what Geralt and I are. I loved Geralt yes, but as a great friend because he was my savior at one point. My knight in black armor. 

Geralt is someone that you just won’t every change, he honestly think that he needs to save and never take credit, but sometime the true monster the one that he hunts is just as dangerous if not even more than he is.

I walked back into the room we were staying in, the room was cold and the sheets on the bed were bunched into a ball. I fixed everything and then fixed a bath for myself, but couldn’t get the thought of Geralt all by himself because regardless of what he knew he was always going into a dangerous situation. 

And acrodding to him he never needs any sort of back up. Jaskier, had left us a few towns over tried having to come to Geralts rescue when he got into trouble and Geralt never said anything, no thank you, no nothing. So Jaskier left us and with good reason. 

Geralt always has his reasons for why he wanted to go by himself. Never wanted more people to get hurt, and he always said that he was a witcher and that he could handle himself. Still the thought of him being there out without anyone. 

Fighting 

The bath didn’t help as the thought of Geralt continued to roll around in my head. The bath water grew cold and i got out redressing, before I left the room. Something said that I needed to come out and find Geralt. That gut feeling was so strong. I got my boots, and went out to go find Geralt. 

It was dark raining, and a musty smell could be smelt as your continued to walk further to the towns edge. I let my intuition take me towards the edge of the town, and even further closer to the woods. Closer to where the towns people had said that the towns monster had dragged people, and they’d never seen those precious people again. 

The closer I got the more I took in my surrounding. The woods screamed with a dark and scary force that was held just behind the line of dark trees. As I stepped over into the marsh like swamp ground. It soaked my boots. The sound causing me to take a look down at the ground. A dark crimson liquid seeped up from the ground. 

I looked up in disgust. It was gong to take more then a few rainstorms to get that stain out of my boots but I digress. I countiend on, the venture becoming darker and darker by the second. The sound of fighting could be heard the further you got into the forest or whatever the hell this forest was. 

Roach was tied to a tree not far off from the path that led into the forest. If Roach was near then that meant Geralt wasn’t very far. The grunting, and hearing sounds  came from just a few feet away from my current standing.

“Geralt!” I yelled at the forest lines of trees only causing it to echo. Nothing was returned. Geralt was the fastest and smoothest fighter that I had ever seen in my life. He was calculated until the very last breath was drawn.

But even sometimes the great Geralt of Rivia  wasn’t in the best of space to be fighting. Thinking caused him even the slighest of a fuck up in his battle. The woods fell silent, and all while I continued to walk towards what I thought was going to be a victorious battle. A battle that Geralt had won, but when I arrived it was the very opposite. Geralt was laying on the ground, he looked scared, and the monster wasn’t dead yet. 

Wounded but not dead. Geralt never dropped his weapons on purpose, but with him being hurt like he was he had no reason to have his sword. It sat in front of my feet, the monster hadn’t yet noticed me, and I took the only chance I had to save Geralt.

I grabbed the sword and lunged for the monster, catching Geralt's eye.I saw the extreme shock in his eye before I turned back, striking the monster in the best place I thought I could. It’s either the heart, or the head according to Geralt at least. So the head I went for. I did my best and closed my eyes. I felt the splash of wetness on my face, and I heard the plop of the monster's head hit the damp ground. 

Geralt was looking at me. His hand was still justly pressed against his wound. “Shit!” I said as I ran over dropping Geralt’s sword. I ran over to Geralt, “You had me worried sick, I couldn’t think while you were out here.” I said He stared at me. Yellow eyes staring deeply into me like he’d never seen before in this sort of way. 

“Did you just kill that monster in your dress gown?” Geralt said to me. I look down at my ruined dress down to my reddish stained cloth, and my boots they were ruined just as much. “Yeah I guess I did. Are you hurt? You looked hurt.” I said. 

Geralt shifted and took of his arm away from his wound.” Gealt be serious now I’ve seen your hand on your wound. You can’t manage to hide that from me even if you tired.” I said as I reached a hand out for Geralt to use for support.

He took my support, and he held on to me as we walked back through the forest. We’d forgotten about the monster die in the forest, and just contiuned our way back to the tavern. Back the cramped bed, and dirty tub. Back tothe silence of the hunt being over finally. 

Finally we had made it to the tavern. He tried to stay tough as we waled through the town, and through the tavern. It was a quiet night now in the tarven nobody to look at us we walked up the stair. When I finally managed to get his large frame through the tiny stairscase.

We didn’t talk much from the forest until we were in the confides of our room. “Now I know what ever you are going to say is just going to be plain dumb, so don’t talk and let me fix up your wounds.” I said to Geralt.

He huffed but didn’t protest me as I started to undress Geralt from his shirt. The blood had dried just barely and the shirt was ruined. The wound wasn’t deep so no need for stiching it up, but it was a long cut. I gathered some water in a bowl and a few small clothes from the bar keep. 

I kept the water clean as i could as I cleaned Geralts wounds, before tying a tight knot out of the bandages that were securing his wound.Neither of us talked as I worked on his cut, the bleeding wasn’t bad. But normally Geralt had something to me about the way that I was cleaning it, or the way I was patching it up. 

Nothing this time around though.

“I know I said that you didn’t need to talk, but it’s kinda freaking me out a little Geralt.” I said. I rumaged around looking for another shirt, before finding one and handing it to Geralt. “Why did you come after me?” Geralt asked. Not yet taking the shirt from me. He watched me with great seriouness behind his eyes. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” I reponsed back with a hint of attitude. I didn’t like feeling like I was being asked a series of questions that need no answer. Not when Geralt already has all the answers anyways. “I’m allowed to go chase after you espically when I find you losing that fight and hurt. Where do you find the audacity to tell me that i can’t come chase after you and help.” I said so frastruated that i threw the clean shirt agasint the rooms door. 

“Whomever said that I didn’t want you to come chase after me was a bloody idiot.” Geralt said. Getting up from the bed he walked towards me, he was always taller than me, but I rarely ever noticed the change in height between the two of us until right now. 

Geralts chest in my eyeline, and those yellow eyes staring back at me. “Nobody, and I mean when I say this I would never let anybody rescue me like I would let you. I know I’m a dick, hell a bastard whatever you what to call me. But you can save me anyday” He said his hands coming up and resting on my cheeks. He was so close, my mouth hung open.

And we stood in silence but only for a moment. “We should get you out of this dressing gown seeing as it’s ruined now, and those boots of yours.” Geralt said. Winking as he releases my checks from his warm hands. I couldn’t help but smile internally and externally. Even the Great Geralt of Rivia had a soft spot for someone. 

Completed on: 07/21/22

Posted on: 07/23/22

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[nifflermini]

Finding You Pt.2

I opened the door to my apartment, sighing in relief an leaning against the door as soon as it shut. I reached a hand behind me to lock it, groaning at the familiar ache in my feet. I dropped my bag to the floor, the black hoodie dripping with rain water. I hung it on the hook, and dragged my bag over to the beanbag chair in front of the TV.

I limped over to the counter, rediscovering a cramp in my foot as I did. “Note to self, drink more water.” I muttered, pulling out a plastic blue cup from the dollar store down the street. And filling it with some water from the sink. Wincing as it washed down my throat. “Note to self, get some filtered water from the store.” I thought, putting the cup in the sink. I trudged to my room, a running to-do list in my head, as I sighed again. “Y’know, life probably wouldn’t be as mundane as this if i talked to my friends more often.” I mumbled drowsily. Deunk on fatigue, and needing to actually rest. I took a few deep breaths, before they quickly slowed down, as I fell into a dream.

My morning started great. I had no idea things would change like they did today. But my morning was just like any other morning. I twisted my spine, so i could get a good look at my Laker Girls poster. I sighed, rubbing my hand over my face, and turned to the calendar on the wall. “Six more months.” I thought, stretching my arms out, head still comfy on the pillow. “Six more months until I go to California, and try out for one of the most popular American dance teams.” I sighed, I’ve loved dancing since I was 8, I just don’t want to do it here, where there’s bad memories everywhere I go. I swung my legs out of my bed, and padded over to my bathroom, staring at my self in the mirror, and turning to the side, pulling the fabric to my stomach, and growling in annoyance at my stomach. It didn’t seem to like that, and growled back. “Well screw you too.” I thought at my stomach, and looked for something to eat. I opened the fridge, finding nothing but a few carrots, and leftover takeout. “Groceries.. right.” I searched the counters for a sticky note I could stick on my phone, finally finding my pale pink stack of notes, and writing down the six or seven things I needed. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants, pushed my glasses onto my face, not even bothering to change out of the hello kitty top one of my friends had given me. “ I really should text him, I heard he’s in Paris now… should I call him instead?.” I thought, adding that to the pink slip of paper.

I gripped my key, half awake as I walked down the street to the store, knowing that I was walking, but almost on autopilot I put on some headphones, blocking out the world, so I could stay in my head for a little bit. “I need ramen. And some spinach. Tuna, maybe some chicken? And maybe some milk?” I sidestepped the part of the sidewalk I usually tripped over, while I gnawed on my bottom lip. The cold air of the convenience store hit my face, and I sighed in relief, as I automatically strolled over to the refrigerators, presenting a colorful assortment of drinks, mild annoyance rippling through my spine, as I was too short to get to the top shelf. Which was where the milk was. Of course. I glanced around, trying to find something to get me up there. I went on releve, elongating my spine as much as possible, trying to get to the top, but the door to the fridge hit me, causing my balance to falter. Now, if your brain works properly, I’m sure you’ve come up with a thought that I completely forgot about in this moment. I could’ve just dropped the heel of my foot right? And you would be correct. However, I was too intent on my milk, so I wasn’t thinking. My peabrain self thought “I can just jump, then I can grab the whole jug.” But those hopes came crashing down. Along with the rest of my body, landing with, what I’m sure was a very comedic, “Oof.” My side throbbed, as I pushed myself to my feet, only to be met with a pair of brown eyes looking down at me in confusion. I blinked.

“S-sorry, am I in your way? I probably am, aren’t I? These aisles are really small, but y’know, that’s okay?” I rambled, ending with a question. The guy tilted his head, a small, polite smile on his face. 

“No, you’re not in the way, I just wanted to ask if you were okay? I, um- I saw you fall.” He explained, looking to the side. I nodded slowly, not actually process what he said. His eyes were so pretty, an earthy brown, and even though I also had brown eyes, there was something else about his. Something different… I blinked out of my thoughts, realizing he probably said something important. 

“I-i’m sorry, what’d you say?” I stuttered, looking away. His eyes were too distracting, so I turned my visual focus anywhere else, while he spoke.

“I was just asking if you were okay, is all.” He repeated, looking away again. “Crap! He probably thinks I’m weird for staying quiet for so long! Quick, say something, before it gets worse!” 

“Milk me!” I blurted out pointing to the milk in the fridge. The guy blinked in surprise, and there was awkward silence between us for a bit. Then i made it worse and blushed furiously. “Uh, No! I meant, Milk needs! A-and Ramen!” I mentally face palmed at myself. “Shit. Um, can I- I can I restart please?” I begged, looking back up at the stranger , who seemed to be holding in a laugh.

“Go ahead” His shoulders shook a little, as my face warmed up, an awkward laugh starting my next sentence. 

“Uhm. Okay…” I took a deep breath, still a bit flustered by what I said a few minutes ago. 

“Uh, Can you please help me out with getting the milk?” I asked slowly, pointing to the carton of milk, and smiling sheepishly. The guy smiled. 

“Sure, I can get the milk for you.” He responded a teasing lilt in his voice. 

“I promise I don’t just walk up to cute guys and tell them to milk me.” I blurted, out of nowhere, and the guy finally gave me a peek of his smile, as he handed me the milk. I nodded in thanks.

“i would hope not. That’s um-“ He laughed a little. “That would definitely be an interesting way to introduce yourself to people.” He pointed out. I nodded, walking towards the isle with snacks. I smiled awkwardly as the guy stuck near me. He smiled too, though his just made my heartbeat a little faster.

“i, uh, I think I can reach everything else by myself.” I mentioned, hoping that sounded casual, when I’m absolutely sure it did not. The guy laughed, and my heart fluttered a little.

“Jeez, would you stop it heart? This is absolute simp behavior.” I scolded the fluttering. In my head as his laughter started to die down.

“I-I don’t doubt that. I was just looking for pocky, that’s all.” He explained, his cheeks a little red. I made an O with my mouth, and my earlier blush returned in full force.

“O-oh. Yeah, that would make sense. Sorry.” I laughed awkwardly again. “Wow. Hah. That’s embarrassing.” I hid my face, staring down at my shoes when my eyes widened in realization. I hid my face in my hands, hit with a wave of embarrassment at my matching hello kitty top and pajama pants.

This could not get any worse. Eventually I got all the stuff i needed, thankfully away from the guy, so i could be free of anymore embarrassment. Except for one last moment when i walked out the store, and I made eye contact with the guy and waved.

I have never hated myself more.

Author’s Note: Hi! I feel like Semi might be a little ooc and sorry about that, but it’s explained eventually! Anyway, I’m working on a masterlist for this story, as there are 8 parts all together, and that will be out, probably after the third part.

I don’t actually know how to start these, or end these, but yeah! Hope you enjoy this!