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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Disclaimers : I'm not very experienced in making a site skins and i'm not an expert of coding things either so i apologize if there's some places that look odd/hard for you to read. I take no request. Thank you nan11 for helping me fix some minor stuff. pngs and images are from Pinterest + screenshots i took while playing the game on my cousin laptop. I only use my handphone while making this skin, so if other devices look more wonky than it already are, then i can't help you with that🙏. I replaced the og AO3 icons with this black and white icons by @zerafinacss. Dividers by @uzmacchiato.

𓅨 How can i not make my favorite visual novel ever as a site skin when i got the skill and will to do that. There's various routes you can choose in this game so making a skin that captured all of them is impossible for me, so i'm mostly focus on one route which is The Nightmare route. Voice of the Paranoid is one of my favorite voices in the game, his constant "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves." blend in with the horror element and dark atmosphere that The Nightmare brings is just so good, it's thrilling and unnerving at the same time.

my ao3 skins masterlist

Tutorial how to activate the skin + the code :

Copy the code i provided in this GitHub, there is a copy button at the top right(•••) of the code box. And here if you prefer Google doc.

‌Sign to your AO3 account, after that go to "Dashboard".

‌On your "Dashboard", tap on a section called "Skins".

‌On the "Skins" page, tap on the button labelled "Create Site Skin".

‌Give your site skin a unique title, i usually use 2-4 word for the skins that i saved. IF YOUR SKIN NAME IS NOT UNIQUE, YOU CAN'T SAVE THE SKIN.

‌Paste the codes you copied from my GitHub into the "CSS" box.

‌When you're done, scroll to the bottom of the page and click a button labelled "Submit". This will save your site skin and take you to a new page where you can see the title of your skin as well as all of the code.

‌Click "My Site Skin" and you can see the skin are added, press "Use" to activate it.

i’ve been seeing a lot of people saying they feel bad for leaving comments, especially on older fics, because they’re afraid to bother the author.

Author makes a good point

Law x fem!reader one shot smut.

Inspired by the song "Emo Boy" by Ayesha Erotica.

// cw: hook up, oral sex, wall sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, semi-pub sex, size kink, alternate-universe 2000s

wc: 1.6k

× Originally posted on ao3 ×

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"What?!" you hissed, few shoppers passing by glancing your way. "Nuh uh. Absolutely not. I am not doing that." You shook your head while putting one hand up in surrender as the other was holding an ice cream cup.

You and your friend were sitting on a wooden bench right outside Hot Topic, taking a break while sharing a cup of ice cream after burning cash. That was until your friend laid down a dare that made your stomach flip, which was hooking up with the guy who was working alone in the store.

The two of you had eyes on him seconds after you walked past the storefront, gossiping about the way he looked that made you guys to become complete freaks. He gave off a complete vibe of Evanescence— black, choppy hair that appeared incredibly messy, wearing a My Chemical Romance tee along with the skinniest jeans that fit the shape of his legs.

Plus, the tattoos on his hands that spelled 'DEATH' across his fingers with a circular cross emblem on the back of his palm. His eyes were accompanied by eye bags, heavy eyeliner, and scruffy goatee that matches the dark tone of his hair, as well as thick gold hoops hugging each of his earlobe.

He looked like he was sick if you were to be honest.

But oh would God forgive you if you lied to yourself by saying he wasn't hot despite his deathbed appearance.

After bickering with your friend who kept pushing you to do the dare, you finally gave up. "Fine, but your ass owes me twenty bucks for this," you muttered and stood up from the bench, shoving the ice cream cup to her.

You heard your friend say something behind your back about disagreeing with your bet, but you blocked your ears with your fingers, turning your head and sticking your tongue out at her before crossing the threshold of the store.

Standing across the counter from where the man was sitting behind with your arms crossed, he looked unbothered as he had his eyes focused on his phone, scrolling through something who knows what. You noticed a lanyard hanging around his neck, the transparent plastic pouch stamped with his name, Law.

You tried to stay cool despite the fact that your heart was beating fast.

The sound of you clearing your throat finally made his gaze shift from the screen. "Can I help you?" he asked, his voice was a low, lazy drawl.

"Yeah, uhm..." You scratched behind your ear, shooting a quick glance around the shop to ensure no one was around, because the last thing you needed was a witness to your social suicide. You looked back at him, took a deep breath and dropped:

"You wanna fuck?"

You genuinely wished you could swallow a bitter pill right now.

But too bad, the only thing you were swallowing was his cock in the dim stockroom, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him off, your throat clamping around his length, his hand gripping tight to your hair.

"Argh, fuck..." he growled, jerking his hips forward into your mouth, causing fluid from your saliva and his precum pooling at the base of his shaft, spilling down your chin and dripping onto the concrete floor. "Fuck, you're doing so good."

The wet, slurping sounds echoed loudly through the room as you swirled your tongue around his length. You maintained eye contact with him, giving him that look with your eyes, making his face to flush red with his mouth hanging open as he moaned softly. Oh, it was the sexiest sight ever.

Law finally took over control, moving your head back and forth aggressively, the crown of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you tried to take him as much as you possibly could while fighting the urge to gag. Guttural, low growls escaped from his lips with each snap of his hips, until he pulled you away, his teeth gritted hard as he fought back the battle against his own climax.

You weren't typically a shy person, but after he had agreed to your random, unhinged offer without a single hesitation, instantly boosted your ego to the sky, making you feel bolder than how you normally were and confident to get what you wanted. And you knew what you wanted right now was to lure him into your lust.

Law pulled you up to your feet and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. Before you could even say a word, he crashed his lips against yours, fishing out every single desperate moan from your lungs, while his hands unbuttoned your denim shorts, shoving them down your legs along with your panties.

You kicked them away somewhere in the room without breaking the kiss before jumping to wrap your legs around his slim waist. His large, tattooed hands caught your ass, squeezing them like a vice grip, causing you to groan into the kiss.

Pulling himself away from your bruised lips, he aligned his thick tip to your soaking hole. You let out a loud, sharp gasp the moment he drove his entire length inside your entrance all the way to your cervix, filling you to the brim.

Jesus Christ, he wasn't just thick— he was unbelievably long as hell. It made you feel so deliciously full, you didn't even have to eat. You dug your fingers deep into his hair as you tried to adjust yourself to his size, your shaky breath fanning against his neck.

"Nghh! you're too big," you whimpered, your tight cunt pulsing around his member, claiming a raspy groan from him.

"Oh yeah?" You heard him smirk. "I think you're just too— tight."

Law began to move his hips gently, testing the delicious friction, then slowly increased his pace after he felt comfortable with your tightness. Each relentless, and deep thrust from him hit your g-spot effortlessly; it made you see your own brain.

"Good god," he rasped into your ear, his voice straining. "You feel so good around— ergh!— around my cock— fuck."

He buried his face into your neck, making you lean back against the wall spontaneously, giving him easier access to carve hickeys into the sensitive skin of your throat.

You thanked God he was the only one working, you wouldn't know what would happen if there were other employees around entering and having to witness this erotic scene. Probably traumatised or fire Law on the spot for having sex with a random girl in the middle of his shift.

His thrusts were getting ruthless now, the loud, wet smacking sounds of his pelvis slapping against your thighs and your moans overflowing from your mouth filling the tight space between the shelves— it was all so lewd.

And every time the tip of his length stabbed your cervix, it made you think that maybe the dare wasn't really a bad idea at all. Maybe you should be the one giving the twenty dollars instead to your friend, as a thank you gift.

Desperate to see stars, you sneaked a hand down in between your bodies and stimulated your clit by pressing and rubbing it in circles roughly, causing your body to build your orgasm faster.

"Ah! oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you mewled out.

His lips abandoned your throat to reclaim your lips, swallowing a strained moan that signaled him you were close. "That's right, cum on my cock, pretty girl," he purred in between the kiss, his voice pure seduction.

And you immediately did. Your toes curled and your pussy clenched tight around his cock, causing his hips to secure deep against you as he splashed ropes of hot semen all over your walls, his shaft throbbing wildly while he mumbled curse words and how good you felt on his cock.

After chasing his high, Law pulled out and gently set you down to the floor, your legs buckling from the intense activity and your chest heaving, trying to stabilize your breathing.

"Y'know, you kinda remind me of Hanna Beth," he complimented casually, a smirk plastered on his face as he bent down to grab your panties and shorts, handing them over to you. "Your fashion, I mean."

"Oh, Thanks..."

Boy, couldn't you run out of breath more at his comment.

Dressing up was completely clumsy. You almost lost your balance while trying to put your jeans back on, but luckily Law caught you by your arms. You thanked him, buttoning your shorts and fixing your messy, tangled hair as you steadied yourself. You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket and pulled it out to check.

"Oh shit! I forgot about my friend!"

As you were about to leave, Law caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned around baffled, and saw him reaching for something in his pocket without letting go of your wrist.

He pulled out a thick, flimsy, perforated paper strip and slid it in your palm. "Come with me to the Warped Tour. I'd like to see you again."

A wide grin stretched your lips and you took his phone, punching in your number.

"See you soon, emo boy."

Soon after, you and your friend were on the bus, heading home after she had nagged you for making her wait so long.

"I still can't believe you fucked him," she said, reclining into the seat. "I mean he doesn't look like the type to get bitches if I were to be honest with you."