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[wickdcreatures]

THE TOWER; key words: disaster, destruction, upheaval, trauma, chaos

@WICKDCREATURES ;; oc multimuse full of demons and faeries, witches and ghosts. horror focused and QUEER AS HELL. haunted by SEAN transmasc, he/him. CAARD. promo template cred.

[firstwcman]

Sing what you can't say, forget what you can't play, hasten to drown into 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 ;

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖜𝖈𝖒𝖆𝖓 / firstwcman; a somewhat divergent & personal portrayal of Lilith Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel, woven with pieces of mythology and headcanons. written by Red. do not follow if you are below the age of 21.

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[vntagetee-a]

𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚   --   ft. muses from mixed media 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖, 𝚝𝚟, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜, & 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎   α∂σяє∂ ву ѕкує

[beforelove]

tag drop boop.

𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱      //      ┊      study. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫       //      ┊      aes. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱      //      ┊      introspection. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱      //      ┊      headcanon. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫       //      ┊      desires.

𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫       //      ┊      mugshot. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫       //      ┊      bodyclaim. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶       //      ┊      promotion. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶       //      ┊      self promo. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶       //      ┊      memes. 𝒊.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔡𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶       //      ┊      dash games. 𝒊𝒄.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶  𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰       //      ┊      interaction. 𝒊𝒄.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶  𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰       //      ┊      ic answered. 𝒗.   ☽༺♰༻☾     𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔰       //      ┊      𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦  &  𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 ? ( mv2. )

[grounded-sparrow]

//Tag Dumping part 2

[doromoni]

Take my Advice | MV1

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Ships : Max Verstappen x F1 Driver! Reader

Genre : Fluff

A/N : As per y’all request. A Max fic *tadaaaa*

Summary : Being a female driver in Formula 1 is already an achievement and now you are the leading candidate for the Red Bull seat. But Max Verstappen has some advice.

Masterlist

A question for Y/N please” A reporter stood with a mic in hand, staring you down — the condescension in his eyes was palpable. You could feel your skin crawl as you waited for the man’s question.

Darry? Larry? what was his name again? He was a reporter notorious for asking rude and borderline unethical questions to drivers. How did he continue to have access to F1, you could not answer. You were his favorite target just because you were born with the XX chromosome or that you were too glamorous and girly to be driving at the pinnacle of motorsport — his words exactly.

“People are speculating that you would be moving to Red Bull in 2025 or even earlier, however, you just placed P10 in the last race. How confident are you that you’d be promoted to that seat given your lack of consistency in driving so far? Shouldn’t you think Daniel Ricciardo’s a better option? ”

Barry? Sally? whatever his name was finished talking, yet his sticky gaze never left you.

The smile on your face slowly hardened as you tried to keep your cool. You felt your veins pulsate with rage and your jaw clenched with force. Your hand gripping the microphone that you held till it felt like snapping in half.

Everyone was speechless, including the other drivers that were with you. The people who were seated beside you had their mouths agape. The driver lineup was composed of You, Oscar, Lewis, and Nando, with Alex and Max by your side. Everyone could feel the intense tension in the air. The absolute ignorance and stupidity of his statement hung in on the air…

You were dominating the midfield given the car that RB had given you. You garnered points for your team consistently — only fucking up when your team fucked up their strategies. You were outperforming your teammate by miles and you were pulling miracles out of nothing in that car and in that team.

“Well Danny is a very talented driver and I respect him immensely. I truly do wish the best for him and the team, but it’s not my job to compare stats between us, no?“ You answered with a smile and nothing but praises left your mouth.

Mama said kindness and peace are what make life go around. You lived by this every single day of your life, no matter how difficult it may seem — a smile goes a long way. You chose to make peace and give way to others when opportunities presented itself. Rather catch flies with honey than vinegar right?

You were since then dubbed as the sunshine of Formula 1 — a title that you didn’t want … because it was another thing that you stole from Danny, at least that's what others think. Even when your path to your F1 seat had never been easy, every step you took was criticized just because of you being a girl, but you persevered and faced everything head-on. Through the midst of it all, you, Y/N L/N, were the driver who held smiles, kindness and cheers.

Y/N L/N the driver to always take the blow for the team, the scapegoat, you were always the 1st one to be the sacrifice. But still, you held your head up high and carried on… because it was an honor to have a seat in the first place.

“Let me just get some things straight” Lewis had taken to himself to talk seeing that Gary? Donny? seemed not willing to back down with the intent to make you react.

“Y/N has been nothing but consistent. Look at the charts properly” Lewis argued, his face holding concealed anger as he stared down the reporter

“Thank you for that Lewis, but I did check — Y/N has placed P5, P8, and P10 for the last consecutive races” The entire couch of drivers could only shake their heads in disbelief at the utter nonsense that the man continued to spout

You were driving a car that was projected to be at the back of the grid, yet here you are gaining points regularly. No offense to your teammate but you were dragging Danny through the mud — heck fellow drivers could bet their entire fortune that given a better car, you would be battling Max and Lando for the championship.

“Check again. Check your eyes too mate, cause it seems like you’re going blind” Gaps and oohs filled the room as Max, much to your surprise, butted with all seriousness in his voice.

Max was an enigma to you, the way he switches from a fire-breathing beast on the track to a literal cat-cuddling, sim-racing nerd and overall wholesome person once he finishes a race compelled you to explore and dig into the mind of Max Emilian Verstappen.

Yet you couldn’t because he was untouchable. The golden boy of Red Bull, the champion, their number 1. They would kill you if you got your business entangled with the Dutch driver. Fuck with him and you could kiss your chances at a seat in Red Bull goodbye. Unfortunately for you, you just had to have a big fat crush on the very same driver.

You weren’t even sure when your admiration for Max’s tenacity and sheer talent on the track turned into you looking at the Dutch with hearty eyes and wondering how he would taste on your lips. Maybe he would taste like the Red Bull he always seemed to drink or was it him tasting entirely of something else….. Oh, you were doing it again! Yup, you were indeed doomed.

Everyone on your team said to keep your distance and you did! Not that it was hard because Max did the same. It was weird he was always friendly to Daniel and Checo and even the other RB and Red Bull staff, but Max had this certain “coolness” when interacting with you. He was never rude or anything like that… Max just seemed guarded. Fuck! why did it have to be Max?!

“Y/N, anything to add?” the present hit you quick and fast — and that present was every pair of eyes in the room zoning in on you and your next statement.

You had so much to say and yet you presented the pr smile you practiced way too much, the smile the mirror in your driver's room knew too well. And with that same practiced smile, you stared down the reporter and uttered “Nope, nothing else from me. Thanks”

You swore you could hear Max scoff silently. Your head snapped to the Red Bull driver beside you instantly. You didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t Max directly looking back at you with those piercing blue eyes and an eyebrow cocked upwards.

It seemed that you forgot how to blink because you just stared right into his gaze, your heart accelerating by the second — you had the same feeling you had at every start of a race; the adrenaline pumping in your veins, but instead of pushing your foot on the gas… you wanted to push your lips to his. WOAH. You needed to get a grip on yourself! Where the hell did that even come from?

Neither the two of you were backing down, only breaking eye contact when another reporter asked a question to Max. But before Max had answered, you saw him lightly shake his head sheepishly as the words “so fucking cute” whispered out of his mouth.

***

You were so fucking gutted. It was another race that your team had screwed you over for your teammate once again.

You were leading and you had clean air in front of you and your teammate was 5 seconds behind, everything was in place and you were in P10 when you suddenly heard from the radio to let Daniel overtake you.

You loved Danny, but that was so unfair! You tried to argue over the radio yet your appeals are once again disregarded by the team. You followed team orders and thought that this was for the long run that this would show that you were a team player and that you would be an asset as Max’s teammate in the future.

Yet no matter how much you tried to cheer yourself up or make excuses for the team, the anger and betrayal never dissipated.

You were dragging your feet towards your motorhome when suddenly you were pulled into the dark alley between your motorhome and McLaren’s hiding the two of you between used race tyres.

A shout was ready to leave your mouth when the person’s hand stopped you from doing so.

“It’s me, Max! Don’t shout” Max whispered as his eyes darted to see if anyone was looking.

The space between the motorhome wasn’t that spacious, so Max had you pushed into the wall. You could feel the heat radiating between the two of you, the taste of sticky champagne on Max’s hands transferring onto your lips.

The initial shock and Max’s closeness made you breathless and your mind spinning. What the hell is happening? Max slowly peeled his hand away from your lips.

“What the hell Max? You scared the shit out of me!” You wheezed as you breathed deeply, trying to steady your shakiness.

“There’s a difference between being nice and being a pushover. You can’t just bow down to every command your team gives you” Max had suddenly sprung on you. Your brain was reeling trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Max. I- uh… what?” only incomprehensible words fell out of your mouth.

Max held your shoulders as he bent down, his face now leveling yours. Max's face held all seriousness as his eyes, his eyes still shone with fire behind them even with the darkness that enveloped the two of you.

“Take my advice L/N, fight back and do what you want.” As Max said those last words — he was gone.

The only indication that told you that everything that happened was real was the Winner’s champagne tasting so sweet and tangy on your lips … the same champagne Max’s hand left.

***

“I chose Y/N” Max announced to the host and crew who were on the set. Everybody was shocked at the Dutch’s choice.

Red Bull and RB are filming another media junket for the fans to enjoy and everything was running normally till Max chose you as his teammate. Everyone, including you, was expecting him to pick Daniel when the staff said to choose your teammate from the other racing team.

“Aww! Max you’ve betrayed our years of friendship” Danny acted hurt as he held onto his heart, earning chuckles from everyone— which effectively diffused the atmosphere.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at your teammate’s antics. You made your way to Max’s side, careful not to be too close or too far for fans to overanalyze.

The distance between you and Max was at least 2 feet when he took it upon himself to step nearer towards you and smile his charming smile at you when you looked up at him quizzically.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but your curiosity won over your nerves. What is going on with Max this couple of races? He had been very attentive and approachable towards you all of a sudden. Opening doors for you delivering water bottles, and giving your favorite snacks during media shoots and lots more. Not that you were complaining!

You couldn’t help yourself but ask the driver what was going on. You surveyed the room and found that everyone was focused on Checo and Danny.

You lifted your hand and discretely tugged on Max's shirt to gain his attention. And it worked as he found himself looking down into your eyes with curiosity.

“What is it Y/N?” Max asked lowly trying not to get everyone else to look at the two of you.

“What’s up with you recently?” You whispered back.

Max’s brows slightly crunched together.

“What do you mean?” He asked confused

“ I mean, you’re being so nice and attentive to me.” As the words spilled put your mouth, you realized just how stupid the question was. It was just Max being a decent person, right??

Max only chuckled and bent down to your ears, his lips ghosting the shell of it, sending goosebumps all over your body

“I’m just taking my advice Y/N. I’m doing what I want to do… team rules be damned”

***

Knocks echoed through your hotel room as you heard Max call for you to open the door.

You opened the door to a disheveled Max.

“Max?” you called out to the driver who pushed himself into your room and sat on your bed.

Ever since that day of the Media junket, you and Max grew closer together. You got to know Max than what was on the surface and you two quickly grew a bond that was more than just friendship.

The tension was there yet neither the two of you were acting on it. From his lingering touches that drove you crazy and the flirting disguised as banter you exchange on the daily— frustrating as it may seem, you loved every second of it.

You joined Max in your bed, you sat beside him and took his hand in your own. Your entwined fingers looked so unusual yet right together, it made you smile.

You feel Max tug on your hand trying to catch your attention. You looked up at him with a questioning stare

“They’re switching Checo and Daniel next season… they dropped you out of the roster” Max spoke carefully.

The smile on your face dropped instantly, as his words ran through your mind. Your face is painted white from disbelief.

They choose Daniel over you?

“What?” You whispered, the hurt and confusion evident in your face.

“You deserve to know before they announce it to everyone… you don’t deserve to be humiliated”

You were speechless. Tears didn’t even come pouring down … you were just in shock. You thought that the Red Bull seat was your, done deal. You’re so far away in the points from your teammate. Your driving was close to flawless … so why?!

You couldn’t even say anything. You just felt Max pull you into his embrace.

“If what I’ve heard from Mercedes is true, take it. Screw loyalty, that team failed you in every way. You deserve so much better”

***

“Y/N, final lap. Verstappen is 2 seconds behind, push the car. I repeat push the car” You hear Vince, your race engineer over the radio.

“With pleasure” you felt yourself smile. The excitement mixed with adrenaline pumping in your veins as you floored your Mercedes, driving the car to its maximum

Everything was a blur, you were on autopilot as you made every turn perfectly. As the past events that led to this moment played in your mind.

How you took Max’s advice and moved to Mercedes. You remember the relief when you penned your signature down on that contract as Toto was smiling wide at you, shaking your hand firmly as he welcomed you to his family.

You remember the feeling of sharing your first-ever podium with Max and him being so proud of you and what you’ve done so far. You were still in that scap RB car and this podium was the final “fuck you” to them, before you announce you switching teams. The self-doubt in your heart is being washed away by the sweet champagne that Max sprayed all over you. You knew you made the right choice.

And you couldn’t forget how Max had been with you when you finally dropped the bomb on RB and Red Bull. He had been through with you with every step.

And here you are now, chasing your first win in Formula 1 with the team capable to give you a winning car. You see the chequered flag waving and you hear the crowd roar as you finally cross the line

“Y/N L/N YOU ARE A GRAND PRIX WINNER!” You hear Toto over the radio and your team is cheering in the background.

“YES! YES! THANK YOU EVERYONE! WE DID IT” You shouted back as you parked your car on Parc Ferme.

you stepped out of the car you ran to the waiting arms of your team as they cheered and congratulated you continuously. When you finally to Vince who smiled so wide as he patted your helmet; his smile grew even wider as he looked behind you.

“Remove your helmet and balaclava.” He said as he offered his hand saying to give it to him. You looked at him confused but did as he said.

“Turn around” He shouted with glee as you heard everyone starting to cheer louder.

You did turn around and there stood Max Verstappen with a bouquet at hand, a smile on his face as his arms were opened wide.

Your jaw dropped and your hand covered your mouth in shock. The entire world was watching yet neither of you cared as you ran into Max's arms. You buried your face in his chest as his arm enveloped you.

“Hi boyfriend” You greeted the Red Bull driver with a grin

“Does Toto know?” Max asked as he looked at your team principal and mechanics that were shocked at what they were seeing.

“Well thanks to you EVERYONE now knows. Your not really slick there buddy” You giggled at the Red Bull driver’s antics.

Max kissed the side of your head before mumbling into your hair “ Well gotta let everyone know you’re mine . Congratulations on the win, Schat! I told you you’ll win ~ I could feel it”

You feel yourself chuckle and shake your head. You gazed up at the Dutch driver.

“Shut up and kiss me you dork” You whispered to Max, a gleam in your eye that he sure noticed.

“Yes, Ma’am” Max’s lips finally met yours in a sweet and passionate kiss — you knew what Max tasted like and you wouldn’t mind having another taste. Everything was just perfect and you would not exchange it for anything in the world.

“I always wondered what you tasted like” You said when you pulled apart. Your hand ran through his hair, something you wanted to do for ages.

“Really? What do I taste like?” Max asked clearly amused. His hand on your lower back now guiding the two of you to be interviewed.

“Sweat” You joked, and he only rolled his eyes and kissed you once more.

***

“ A question for Y/N please” You internally groaned and rolled your eyes as you heard his voice once again. This man was an actual menace.

“Yes, Hillary?” You said into the mic, a sickeningly sweet smile on your lips as you stared him down.

“It’s Harry” He corrected you.

“Oops, sorry Larry! please continue” You hear your fellow drivers snicker and hide laughs beside you.

It was like full circle, the same set of drivers in the interview — sat in the same positions yet now you were driving for Mercedes, clad in black instead of RB’s white race suit.

“Do you think Max let you win during the last race? He does fancy you.” You hear yourself laugh and you aren’t afraid to let others see. You’re no longer holding back for the sake of your team.

“I don’t know, Barry. I don’t know if you watched the race, but if you did might have seen that I already led the race at turn 1 till the final lap. no? And I sure do hope that he fancies me, considering he is my boyfriend afterall” You replied and couldn’t help yourself as you shot him a wink.

“You’re very confident, now that you’re in Mercedes. Huh?” Ohhh he was seething, if this were a cartoon he would have smoke coming out of his ears.

“ Yeah, I’m getting comfortable in my seat, thanks for asking. I’m only getting started” You said with a shit-eating grin.

To your left, you hear Max utter the words “ That’s my girl” proudly.

A/N ++ : I don’t know what to feel about my writing here tbh~ My brain is fried 🙃

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[toiletclown]

breathless.

spencer agnew x gn!reader

mostly fluff, a little angst.

summary: you've had feelings for your best friend, spencer, almost as long as you have known him. it isn't getting any easier, and you need to tell him soon, whether he feels the same or not. your friends are pushing you, the fans already ship you, and after courtney and shayne's success, you just couldn’t bare to keep lying anymore. to yourself, or to him.

word count: 2028

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It’s been two years since you graduated from Smosh crew member to Smosh cast member. You weren’t the first, and are unlikely to be the last, but it’s still a bit nerve-wracking. You were moved to cast not long after Spencer made his switch to cast, but that was exactly your problem, wasn’t it? When you were both on crew, it was easier. Small smiles, hidden glances, a blush forming under your mask. Once or twice, Brennan had swiveled his camera to the crew to get their reactions and you couldn’t duck fast enough to dodge the shot. 

You both shared moments without fear of judgment, knowing everyone at Smosh knew how close you were. Some more than others. But once you were both on camera more often, those moments dwindled to near nothingness. You couldn’t make eyes at him, he couldn’t flirt with you. Plenty of the cast flirted with each other on and off camera, of course, but it was different somehow. The office flirting became private hangout flirting, which then became no flirting at all. 

He didn’t get jealous anymore when Amanda or Angela flirted with you, and you did your best not to get jealous when he flirted with Tommy or Shayne. It was like your friendship was entirely platonic again. And while that was all it had ever been – platonic – it hurt a little. It was like something happened overnight, and the flirting wasn’t cool anymore.

The last time something happened before your promotion to cast, Spencer, Angela, and Chanse were doing Who Meme’d It with Shayne, and someone had sent in a meme about you always looking at Spencer. As soon as it popped up, everyone was laughing, and Brennan promptly turned his camera to get your face. You were smart enough to expect it, and you managed to push out a laugh and shrug to the camera. All in good fun, it seemed. But really, it was a little bit upsetting to realize you were so obvious about your affection for Spencer. You thought that you were fairly secretive and weren’t too over the top, but apparently not so much.

“Okay, ‘Y/N pretending they weren’t just staring at Spencer’! Spencer, any thoughts?” Shayne said through giggles. 

Spencer made eye contact with you, and you did your best to hold it. “Gotta be honest, Shayne, I wasn’t even aware they stared at me. Guess they’re sneakier than I thought!” Everyone was laughing again, and you joined in. Instead of making a joke about him staring at you, or a joke about you two flirting in your pod, he went with a PR answer. You could barely admit to yourself how bad it had stung. And sure, most people got roasted in Who Meme’d It, especially with the lack of funeral roasts, but it didn’t really feel good to have your private crush on Spencer blasted to not only cast and crew, but whoever ends up watching this video. And his comment was making it seem more one-sided than you liked.

After the laughter settled down, Shayne got back to hosting. “Alright, who meme’d it! Was it Erin Dougal? Courtney? Or Y/N themselves?” You made a silly face when Brennan panned to you, channeling your best mad scientist look. Your face dropped immediately after. No one saw it.

The cast members debated for a second before writing down their answers. It was Courtney across the board. “Alright, so we all think Courtney made this meme. Angela, what makes you think it was Courtney?” 

“Shayne, that’s a great question, thank you so much for being here with me today. I said Court because I have seen them having little whisper sessions with Y/N and I simply don’t trust like that!” Angela laughed, a bright smile on her face. She winked at you once the camera had moved away from her face. She was actually your go-to confidant, and you were sure she knew that. She was your best friend, behind Spencer, after all.

After a dramatic pause, it was revealed that Erin Dougal was the one who made the meme. You could have called that from a mile away, but that was because Erin was constantly telling you to ask Spencer out. You shot her down every time, knowing it was safer and easier to suffer in silence with your feelings rather than to possibly fuck everything up with your best friend. Besides, suffering in silence was what you were best at.

//

And now, a few months later, you were the one in front of the camera for a Who Meme’d It. It was your first time actually competing, although you’ve sent your fair share of memes in. Spencer and Angela were the only two people to continuously guess you correctly, which in the grand scheme of things made the most sense as they were your closest friends at Smosh. However, you were now competing against both of them, and your competitive side didn’t have a concept of “friendship”, unfortunately. 

“Okay! Welcome back to Who Meme’d It! Today we have Angela, Y/N, and Spencer competing. And Y/N is quite competitive so let’s hope they still have their best friends after this!” Shayne introduced you all, smiling at you to ease your anxiety. 

“Lest we forget what happened when they were on Don’t Win Mario Party and nearly killed me,” Spencer said, turning towards you with his hands folded on the table. His eyes were smiling, but he was trying his best to keep a serious face.

You turned to face him, mirroring his expression and hands. “Lest we forget you deserved that attack because you fucked with my controller mid-lap so that you could get seventh.”

“Okay, are we doing Who Meme’d It or the Newlywed Game?” Angela joked, and you and Spencer returned to your normal positions, excited to play.

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After the shoot, Spencer caught up with you in the kitchen. “You got your first Who Meme’d It win, how’s it feel?” You had indeed won, but only by two points. Spencer was right behind you and Angela frankly tanked it this episode. Usually she wasn’t too bad, but perhaps she knew how competitive you were going to be and decided to focus more on having fun instead of winning. Especially considering there was content being made that needed to be entertaining.

“Eh, I feel like my competitiveness isn’t very fun on camera. I’m hoping we don’t have to scrap the ep simply because I was too locked in.” You grabbed some fruit from the fridge and prepared to make your way to a table so you could sit and destress before your next shoot. You weren’t needed on set for over an hour so you were ready to mindlessly doomscroll while you snacked on your peaches.

Spencer chuckled at your comment, which made your heart flutter a bit. Suddenly, you had the urge to touch him. You put your hand on his shoulder, mostly unconsciously, not actively making the decision but simply just doing it. His giggling stopped instantly, and he looked at your hand cryptically, his expression unreadable. All too suddenly, it felt too serious, too personal, so you instantly pivoted. “But at least you didn’t win, right?” You smiled, patting his shoulder and turning to head to your seat. 

You were hoping, for the first time ever if you were being honest, that he wouldn’t follow you. Things had been weird between you two for a few weeks now, and you almost wanted some space to deal with the pain of your best friend seeming to lose interest in your friendship. And once again, Erin had submitted a meme that made you a little upset. You knew it was unreasonable to be upset with her, as it was all in good fun and she wasn’t actually trying to hurt your feelings. You should probably try to talk to her about that, since you knew she wouldn’t take your upset personally.

This one was arguably worse than the first one though, because instead of it being at your expense, it was technically at Spencer’s. The meme wasn’t mean in any regard, but it was making fun of Spencer for consistently getting “lost in his thoughts” whenever you were on a shoot together. Of course, Erin alluded to those thoughts being romantic in nature, which earned a few oohs and aahs from the crew and cast alike. You had felt your face get warm and tried to remind yourself you were on camera and it was all in good fun. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Courtney approaching you. “Y/N, Spence! Just the two people I wanted to see. I have a question for you guys.” 

Clearly, Spencer had intended on following you, since Courtney had greeted you both. You sighed as quietly as possible, before asking Court if you could sit down before you all got to talking. Your castmates followed you to a table, and you popped a piece of fruit in your mouth. “Okay, what's up?” 

“Well, we wanted to do a Guitar Hero stream next week. I know you haven't been on any of the livestreams, so I figured I’d ask if you wanted to be in this one. You don't have to play but if you sit and make commentary I’m sure that'll be enough! But of course you can play if you want to.” Courtney was always so thoughtful, and you made a mental note to thank her for always being so considerate. 

“Oh hell yeah, I finally get to show off my guitar skills. It’s been a minute since I’ve played, but if Y/N’s down, I’m down!” Spencer’s eyes lit up. He had been trying to figure out a way to impress you and gauge your reaction before he finally took the leap and asked you on a date.

Everyone had been encouraging him to do so for months at this point, but he still wasn’t so sure about it. Yeah, you blushed whenever he mentioned you on camera and you blushed a lot during the shoot today when Erin’s meme came up. But some part of him felt like that had less to do with reciprocating a crush and more to do with embarrassment. 

You thought for a minute, munching on your peach slice. “Sure, that sounds fun. Spencer, maybe you could teach me how to play?”

Spencer broke out in a grin, “Of course I can. Although I’m surprised you’ve never played it before, it’s an iconic franchise.”

Courtney worked out a few more details with the two of you before making their way back to their pod. When she had left, Spencer turned his attention back to you. “Have you seriously never played Guitar Hero before?” He genuinely was having trouble believing that.

Truthfully, you had played before. Many times. And you were actually quite skilled at it. But it’s been quite some time since you picked up and played it, and you knew you would be rusty. Plus, you were mentally hatching a plan. Have Spence “teach” you the game, play extremely badly the whole time, then on stream you can kick his ass on Expert mode. Perfect plan.

“I have not. I might have played once or twice as a kid but I don’t really remember the controls or, like, speed, since I know some of the songs are really fast.”

“Okay, do you wanna come by my place tonight after work? I have a bunch of the Guitar Hero games but I also have Clone Hero which will probably be what we use on the stream anyway.”

Oh, right. Not-so-perfect plan. If you were to be taught, you needed to be taught before the livestream. Which means you had to hang out with Spencer outside of work. You can survive one night alone with him, right? You’ve done it so many times before. Sure, it’s been a few weeks since you guys hung out, and with your increasing feelings for him you were sure to be awkward. But it was Spencer! Your best friend in the whole world! It would be just fine. Right?

[bangchansdirty-slut]

hiii, can i request a karina x gp! reader? 🙏🙏

Leader's Help

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Paring: Top!Karina x gp!Reader

Genre: smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room, a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. Karina, wearing a tank top and sweats, lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She noticed Y/n, the younger member of aespa, pacing back and forth, her eyes darting around nervously. The stress of the day's promotions and her role as a Gucci ambassador had etched lines on Y/n's face that seemed to deepen with every step. Concerned, Karina set her phone aside and sat up, her legs folding underneath her.

"Hey, are you okay?" Karina asked gently, her voice carrying the same soothing tone she used to calm their fans during live streams. Y/n's shoulders tensed before she let out a sigh, her eyes meeting Karina's with a look of vulnerability.

"I'm just…overwhelmed," Y/n murmured, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "I know I should be used to it by now, but today was just…too much."

Karina nodded understandingly, rising to her feet and crossing the room to wrap her arms around Y/n in a comforting embrace. "You've been working so hard," she whispered, her breath tickling Y/n's ear. "You deserve a break."

With a gentle nudge, Karina led Y/n to the bed, their shared laughter from earlier now replaced by a comforting silence. She sat beside her, stroking Y/n's hair and rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. "Let me help you relax," she suggested, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through Y/n's entire body.

Y/n nodded gratefully, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt Karina's warm touch. Without another word, Karina leaned in and placed a tender kiss on Y/n's forehead, her hand moving down to trace the curve of her neck. The touch was electric, sending shivers down Y/n's spine, and she couldn't help but lean into it, craving more.

Karina noticed the change in Y/n's demeanor and smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew exactly what Y/n needed to take her mind off the stress, and she was more than happy to provide it. Her hand slid down further, brushing against the fabric of Y/n's shirt, teasing the skin beneath. Y/n gasped, her eyes shooting open to meet Karina's gaze.

With a playful grin, Karina leaned in and captured Y/n's lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as if they were in a silent battle for dominance. Y/n's body responded instinctively, her hands finding purchase on Karina's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling as their hearts raced in sync.

Breaking away, Karina gazed into Y/n's eyes, which were now filled with a mix of shock and desire. "I want to show you how much I appreciate you," she whispered, her thumb tracing Y/n's bottom lip. "You're always so shy, but I know you're just as wild as the rest of us."

Y/n's cheeks burned hotter as she felt Karina's hand slip under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her chest. The older member's confidence was infectious, and she found herself letting go of her inhibitions. Her own hands began to wander, tracing the contours of Karina's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric.

Karina's smirk grew wider as she felt Y/n's growing boldness. She knew the younger member had a wild side hidden beneath her shy exterior, and she was eager to unleash it. With a swift move, she pulled Y/n's shirt over her head, revealing her perky breasts and the girl cock that she knew Y/n was so self-conscious about. But to Karina, it was a symbol of beauty and individuality that only added to Y/n's charm.

Y/n's eyes searched Karina's for any sign of judgment, but all she found was a hungry gaze that made her stomach flip. Karina leaned in, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Y/n's neck, making her gasp. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. "Let me show you how much."

With surprising gentleness, Karina took Y/n's hand and guided it to her own chest, allowing the younger member to explore the soft mounds beneath her shirt. Y/n's heart raced as she felt the hardened nipples against her palm, her own cock straining against her pants in response. Karina's hand mirrored the movement, slipping into Y/n's sweatpants to find her sensitive member, already hard and eager.

"You like that, don't you?" Karina whispered, her voice a seductive whisper that sent waves of pleasure through Y/n's body. "You're so responsive."

Y/n nodded, her eyes never leaving Karina's as she felt the older member's expert touch on her cock. Karina began to stroke her gently, her movements growing more confident as she felt the younger girl's body react. Y/n's hips bucked involuntarily, her breaths growing ragged as the tension built.

"I've never…done this before," Y/n admitted shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. Karina's eyes widened with surprise before she leaned in and kissed her softly.

"I'll take care of you," she promised, her thumb continuing to circle Y/n's clit as she spoke. "We'll go slow, and if you ever want to stop, just tell me."

With a nod, Y/n lay back, her body trembling with anticipation. Karina removed her own shirt, revealing her toned abs and perfect breasts, the sight of which made Y/n's cock throb even more. Karina's eyes never left hers as she leaned down, her soft pink lips wrapping around the tip of Y/n's cock. Y/n's breath hitched, and she felt a rush of pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Karina's mouth was warm and wet, her tongue dancing around the head of Y/n's cock as she began to take it deeper. Y/n's hands clenched the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to push Karina's head down further. Instead, she focused on the feeling of Karina's hair brushing against her thighs and the way her eyes never left hers, filled with a fiery determination to bring her to the edge.

The older member's experience was evident in every stroke and suck, her pace unrelenting as she worked Y/n's cock. Y/n's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she knew she was close to the brink.

Karina could sense it too, her eyes dark with desire as she pulled away, leaving Y/n's cock glistening with her saliva. "I want you to feel me," she whispered, her voice husky with need. She stood up, her own arousal evident in the way she moved, and began to strip off her pants.

Y/n watched, mesmerized, as Karina revealed her bare skin, her own hand still clutching her cock, the need for release almost unbearable. Karina's eyes never left hers as she straddled Y/n's hips, her own wetness coating her thighs. With a slow, deliberate movement, she positioned herself over Y/n's cock, the tip teasing her entrance.

"Ready?" Karina asked, her voice low and seductive. Y/n nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. With a wicked smile, Karina began to lower herself, taking Y/n's cock inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate the unfamiliar sensation.

The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that only grew more intense as Karina's body enveloped hers. Y/n watched in awe as the older member's face contorted with pleasure, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. With a final push, she was fully seated, her pussy gripping Y/n's cock tightly.

"O-h, ffffuck," Karina breathed, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and delight. She began to rock her hips slowly, her movements deliberate and calculated to drive Y/n wild. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the softness of Karina's flesh around her cock sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as Karina began to move in earnest, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to be choreographed by desire itself. The older member's breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples grazing Y/n's nipples as she moaned in pleasure. Y/n could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure in her balls reaching a crescendo.

"M-more," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. Karina chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and sending ripples of pleasure through Y/n's cock. "Is that all you've got, baby?" she taunted, increasing her pace.

Y/n could feel her climax approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. Her hips met Karina's with a fervor she didn't know she had, her hands roaming the older member's body as if it were the last time she'd ever touch her. Karina's moans grew louder, her grip on Y/n's shoulders tightening as she took her in fully, her hips moving in a dance that was both mesmerizing and erotic.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their rhythm a silent conversation that spoke of trust and desire. Y/n felt her orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in her stomach. "Cum in me, baby," Karina breathed, her voice thick with lust. The words sent a jolt through Y/n, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

With a cry that was half-moan, half-whimper, Y/n's body convulsed as she came, her cock pulsing inside Karina. The feeling was overwhelming, a release that seemed to shake her to her very core. Karina's eyes lit up with triumph as she felt the warmth fill her, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the rustling of the bedsheets. Karina collapsed onto Y/n, her body a warm, comforting weight that made Y/n feel both protected and exposed. She could feel Karina's heart beating against her chest, a rhythm that matched her own.

"You did so well," Karina murmured, kissing the side of Y/n's neck. Her words were soothing, but Y/n felt a strange mix of emotions—relief, satisfaction, and a hint of embarrassment. She had never been so open with anyone before, and the intimacy of the moment was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Thank you," Y/n managed to say, her voice still shaky from the intense pleasure. She felt a gentle hand on her cheek, turning her face to meet Karina's gaze. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, she realized how much she had needed this connection, this validation from someone she admired so much.

Karina's thumb traced her cheekbone, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me," she said softly. "We're a team, and I'm always here for you."

Y/n nodded, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I know," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "But I've never felt like…this before."

Karina's expression softened, her eyes full of affection as she leaned in to kiss away the tear. "It's all new," she murmured. "But I promise, it only gets better."

Their bodies remained connected, their hearts beating as one as they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their shared release. The tension of the day had melted away, replaced by a warmth that seemed to fill every corner of the room.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Karina said, her voice filled with a newfound affection. She leaned in to kiss Y/n's cheek, her own breathing still heavy. Y/n blushed, feeling a mix of pride and vulnerability.

Withdrawing from their intimate embrace, Karina climbed off the bed, her legs wobbly from the intensity of their encounter. She reached down and slid her fingers through the slickness between her thighs, bringing them to her mouth to taste the tangy mixture of their juices. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor, before letting out a satisfied laugh.

Y/n watched, a curious blend of awe and shyness, as Karina's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're so wild," she murmured, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Karina leaned over, her hand still coated with their combined essence, and kissed her deeply. Y/n could taste herself on the older member's lips, a heady sensation that only served to stir her desires once more.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Challenge President Jude! Raven Company's Entrance Exam ☽˚

This is a fan translation. Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything. This is Jude's LINE activity to promote his route release. I have not included the answers on the main images, this way YOU can enjoy taking the test too as we shouldn't expect this to come to EN server. (It'd be cool if it did though.) I will provide the answers at the bottom of the page, so you can see if you answered correctly. Additionally, at the bottom, I will add the lines from Theodore, Ellis and Jude (a small clip) if you answer incorrectly. Marked for spoilers just in case. Hope you have fun with this! ☽˚

If you got the answers incorrect, then the guys would respond accordingly:

Theodore: Unfortunately, that’s wrong. Don’t give up, try again! Ellis: That’s incorrect. I won’t tell Jude, so try again. Jude: Tch. Wrong. Start over, ya damned nobody.

Answers:

☾. London ☾. Queen Victoria ☾. Trading ☾. Jude Jazza ☾. Assistant ☾. 177 cm ☾. 13 ☾. Reading ☾. His Lungs ☾. A former contracted employee ☾. A sadistic ghost who really enjoys watching people's shocked faces ☾. Physics, engineering, and astronomy ☾. Lab ☾. 11 kilometers per second ☾. Cunning and Ruthless Mobster (Ruthless, Arrogant & Intelligent Yakuza as known on JP)

Dividers: @.natimiles Tags list: @sh0jun @theimaginativelyreticent @sapphire-323 @letter-from-afar @nateko @raeraeks @cosmowgyrall. @lunaaka

[kentosovertime]

(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

➳ reformed fuckboy!gojo x afab!reader - 3.8k

➳ a/n: just got done saying how fun it is to write gojo platonically but fuck that he's my little slut~

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, multiple sex scenes, choking, unprotected sex, longing, reader leaves gojo in the dust, one night stand or so he thinks, mentions of alcohol, snowed in trope

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“Do you want to get out of here?” The white haired sorcerer leans into your space where you’ve been nursing the drink he purchased for you, not wanting to seem too interested. 

Gojo Satoru, you hum to yourself in thought. Notorious fuck boy of the jujutsu world. There was a dark, predatory promise in his eyes and you knew that the scratch you came out to itch would be satisfied if you went home with him but… You were up for consideration of promotion from a Grade 1 sorcerer to a special grade. You didn’t want to ruin that or make it seem like you slept your way there, especially given how few obtain the title. 

“I don’t know…” You shoot him a sly smile, swirling the liquid around your glass. “Is it my turn in line now?”

“Come on, baby girl. It’s not like that.” His smile doesn’t drop as he gently grabs you by the wrist and lays a teasing kiss on your open palm. “I can’t help myself when I see a beautiful, strong woman who’s so pent up. You need to blow off steam.”

Goosebumps race up your arm where his lips brush against your palm again before nipping at your skin, sending the sensation straight to your core.

“What makes you my best option?” You lean forward, playfully trailing a finger down his black casual t-shirt before tossing your gaze over to Nanami sitting across the local bar. “Your light haired friend has been looking at me all night. Maybe I’ll go home with him instead.”

“Because…” He crowds into where you’re standing, making your face tip back to meet his gaze as he purrs down at you. “You’re not rubbing those lush thighs together with anyone here but me.” 

Your breathing stutters out as he leans forward and trails his nose up your neck, his heavy breaths panting against your sensitive skin. 

“I bet this is making your little cunt drip.” His touch meets the side of your breast, thumbing you through the fabric of your dress. “You can be greedy, baby. I won’t complain.” 

“F-fuck-” A whimper escapes your mouth despite your determination not to react. “You’re so crude.”

“I don’t hear you disagreeing with me.” He only grins wider when your words come out with no bite to them as you choke them out. You wish the rumors included that he was terrible in bed but that was never the case. 

“I’m not…” You chew on your cheek, making the worst decision of your life as you knock back your entire drink and meet his gaze directly. “Your place then?” 

Gojo’s eyes light up as he nods excitedly, half expecting to have to fight you further on this. 

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A moan rips from his throat as you break from his lips to shove him to the surface of the bed, already flush with the multiple highs he pulled out of you by the time he shut the apartment door behind you. There was one in the cab ride home from his fingers and another in the elevator from his tongue alone. Your bare legs part as you straddle him, your pants lost somewhere in the journey to his bedroom.

“Sweetheart-” He hisses, his hips bucking as you take a hold of his slacks, unzipping them and shoving your hand into where there was a painfully obvious bulge. “Fuck, slow down. I want to take my time with you.” 

Your hand pumps the hard length of him, your thumb rubbing and paying attention to the tip that’s oozing globs of pre-cum as you settle yourself to hover over him, primed to sink down at a moment's notice. 

“I thought you brought me here to fuck me.” You smirk down at him, being your turn to gloat, basking in the impact you had on him. You circle your hips slowly, pushing just the tip of his cock into you, moaning softly as you chuckle at his low whine. “You should let me get on with it. Someone wanted me to be greedy.”

“Well yes, b-but- oh my fuck-” His head tilts back with a throaty moan as you suddenly sink down, taking his length in one motion before you’re grinding at a steady pace to build up your high as he grapples to hold onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving crescent moons in their wake. 

“Shit, Sa-Satoru- Ah!” Your hands find their way to his chest, bracing yourself as you lean forward to bounce your hips to slide his glistening cock into your sensitive walls. A whimper escapes your lips each time he uses his grip to push you back down onto his cock harder, meeting your thrusts in the middle so you can feel the vibrations ricochet through your center, sending lightning up your spine. 

“Fuck, baby.” His muscles tense with the need to cum, but fuck he wants to enjoy this first. Your skin ripples with the squelching slaps that echo through the room as he braces his feet under him and fucks up into you hard, forcing his cock to bottom out each time. “You can hear your pussy sucking me deep.. B-bet it wants my cum… fuck.. I bet you want it more.”

“N-not yet.” You stammer breathlessly, your fingers dig helplessly into the pillow next to his head. “Want this to keep going.”

“Oh, really?” His hand flies out to grip you by the chin, to get your attention before he smacks your cheek and moves his free hand to smack your center harshly, pulling a rough scream from you that turns into a desperate sob as he continues the movement in his hips while zeroing in on your clit with terrible precision. “I say it's time to cum, baby girl… and make sure to scream my name when you do it. I want the neighbors to hear.”

“P-Please n-no-” You squirm wildly in his hold, as he grunts in frustration, ready to pin you to the bed to pull more out of you, overstimulating you as punishment. Your legs tremble, squeezing shut to prevent him from thrusting into you so harshly and he growls in need as he swaps your positions, holding you to the mattress by your neck and not missing a beat in his thrusting. 

“You think you’re the one in charge here?” He grits his teeth and doesn’t hold back as he brings you right to the edge, his fingers tightening as you get closer to make spot dance around your vision. “Fuckin’ give it to me baby. I want another one from you.”

“S-Satoru-!” Your hands claw at the wrist pinning your throat as a particularly hard thrust slams into you just right, making your vision go white. He watches with a satisfied grin as your eye rolls back and your breath stutters out in ragged whines as you soak his waist. 

“Nuh uh-” He grapples with your hips, pulling you back into him as he fucks you through your high, bullying himself past the vice grip of your cunt. “God you’re pussy so perfect for me. So f-fucking tight.. Where do you want it, baby girl? You gonna let me finish inside?” 

“Please-” Your voice cracks as you sob out for him needily, locking your legs around his waist so he’s forced to trade his long thrusts for a grinding motion. His pace stutters with a low whine before he slams himself into you one more time, burying himself deep as he shoots ropes of cum into you. 

You swear your ears are ringing with how long it's taking you to come down. What you don’t expect from him is how he gently rubs the side of your hip as he pulls out of you or how he removes your legs from around him before he dips down a leaves soft kisses on our inner leg before he disappears into a room attached to the bedroom. 

You start to shimmy yourself up, looking for where your clothing got thrown before he reappears with a hot washcloth. 

“Lay back down.” He grumbles with a slight pout, taking you by the leg to tip you back onto the mattress. You whimper out in embarrassment as he cleans your center and thighs and he simply chuckles at your distress. “Stop that… I can tell you’re about to pass out. Let me help before you go to sleep.”

You don’t have it in you to argue. You’re certainly not planning on staying here until the morning, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

You don’t argue when he picks you up bridal style to settle you in the soft array of his bed’s blankets. You find your eyes drooping almost immediately, drifting closed as you wrap your arms around a pillow that smells comfortingly like him.

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Three years, four months, twenty-three days, and 13 hours since he woke up with you gone. Not that he was counting. 

That morning Gojo had woken up more satisfied than he had been in ages. His hand slid across his smooth sheets to wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest only to come up empty. The purse he had set on the night stand with your clothing neatly folded next to it were gone from their place as well.

He frowns at the memory, expecting that you would have at least said goodbye. 

All this time must be penance for all of the women he had burned through and pushed out the door after their hookups. That was in the rare instance that he invited someone to his place, much preferring the ability to slip out someone’s front door in the dead of night like you had. Were the sheets that cold when the women had searched for him in the morning? 

Had it been hard for you? Did he make up how good that night was? He tortures himself by thinking about the what-ifs. He imagines that nothing like that has ever been difficult for you. You were so unashamed in taking what you wanted from him. In his deepest thoughts, he fantasizes you’re just as haunted by the memories you made that night and how perfectly your bodies fit together.

And later that day he thanks whatever higher power is out there when he receives a mission assignment for a special grade curse that had cropped up in Siberia and listed under his name was yours. 

He reminds himself of this joy as the two of you trudge through the snow of a blizzard after you had successfully landed a killing blow on the curse. They certainly got your promotion to a Special Grade correct.

On the way back down the mountain a snow storm had hit, leaving you stranded until the weather cleared.

“We should have asked the village for clearer directions back.” You snip at him, squinting against the onslaught of white in your vision. “Face it, we're lost.”

“I can teleport us…?” He suggests unhelpfully, happy to sit back and let your brain do its beautiful brain thing. 

“Not if you don’t know where we are first.” You sigh in exasperation. “Kill a special grade curse only to die from cold exposure. The higher ups certainly have a sense of humor.”

“What about that cabin?” He points over his shoulder to a mass he spotted in the snow, though he doubts you can see it without the Six Eyes.

He snatches your hand and pulls you along, not waiting for a response. He knows your shivering is starting to slow down which is never a good sign. 

“Oh thank fuck-” You groan and hurry inside as he hips the door open, quickly closing it to prevent the snow from entering the small space. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing your arms until they heat up enough to focus on the space around you. It was quaint, but fully stocked. The surface you were currently sitting on was a mattress covered in fur pelts and flannel blankets. It was shoved into the corner to make space for the wood stove that Gojo was currently crouching in front of, already getting the fire started.

“You’re g-g-good at that.” You shiver violently as you shed your soaked outer layer, trading it for one of the large flannel blankets. The second it's wrapped around you for cover you kick off your shoes and your pants, quickly pulling your legs underneath you so none of your skin is exposed to the air. 

“I think you give me too little credit in general.” He mumbles loud enough for you to catch it. 

You blink at him in shocked silence. Everything had been tense for your trip, the flight here was almost unbearable, let alone trekking through the snowy wilderness together. 

“You know…” He starts softly, tracking the sweat that drips down your neck as the hut quickly heats up. “Sometimes I’m convinced I hallucinated it all.” You don’t respond, but when he looks up, the flush on your cheeks is enough to confirm to him you’re thinking about the same thing. 

“I don’t think it was fair to leave like that…” He frowns, looking intently at his hands. “You didn’t even ask me what I wanted.”

“I know your reputation… this all seems a bit hypocritical if you ask me. You wanted to hookup and that’s fine. I wasn’t looking for anything-” You start before he cuts you off with a lost look.

“Maybe that’s how it started but… I was content to wake up with to you the next morning and you were gone before I could ask if you wanted to go out to breakfast.”

“I don’t know what to tell you…” You gulp, your heart hammering in your chest. You draw the blanket tighter around you, sweltering in the heat but needing the barrier between you and his blue gaze. 

Your cheeks only grow warmer at the memories of that night. How you would have loved to stay if he hadn’t been who he was. Not that he was Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer in hundreds of years, but that he went through women like a child who grew tired of his new toys.

You had never begged a man for anything in your life and you had decided that the night with him would be no exception to your rule. Leaving the bed where he had passed out had been one of the hardest things you had done in your adult life. You’d rather fight a thousand curses than have to do it again, but life wasn’t always fair. 

“Tell me you felt something between us. Tell me it wasn’t just me who felt right being near you.” He stands suddenly, walking the short distance to stand in front of you, his eyes pleading. 

“I… I c-can’t. You’re not going to change who you are for me-” Your voice cracks, betraying the storm of emotions swirling within your soul. 

He moves closer to you, leaning over your frame far enough to force you to fall back against the mattress and planting his hands on either side of your head. 

“I would if you gave me the chance.” His eyes are serious and you find that the look is strange gracing his face. 

“You’ve said that to a dozen women, haven’t you?” You feel yourself starting to shake, wanting his words to be true but you’re not going to let him hurt you. “Including the ones after me.”

“Never.” His voice is steady, as serious as his gaze as his brow furrow. “There hasn’t been anyone else since, baby. Please.”

“It's been over three years. You really expect me to believe that?” Your chest rises and falls faster as your breath picks up, shifting the blanket to fall open, exposing your chest to the air. 

“No, I don’t expect that. But I could convince you it’s actually true.” He leans in further, ghosting his nose up your jaw as he breathes in your scent with a low groan. “You could let me show you what you’ve been missing out on all this time waiting… Please.”

A breath hitches in your throat as he nips at your earlobe, his heavy breath hitting your skin, pulling goosebumps down your spine. Your words fail you, but your body doesn’t, acting on autopilot to take what it wants. 

Your hands let go of the blanket entirely, letting the flannel open entirely to expose where you had stripped down to just your bra and panties while you grip the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours. 

Gojo moans low in your mouth, climbing fully on the bed to crawl over your prone form. He braces himself with one hand and sinks the other into your hair, tugging your head back to get a better angle to deepen and slow the kiss. 

His pace is worlds different from your first night together. The grip his hands have on you is firmer, more purposeful. Despite the time you had spent apart, he wasn’t rushing this like one the quick fucks you thought he favored. When his tongue pushes past your lips, eliciting a whimper from your throat, he doesn’t greedily lap at you. He swirls his tongue with careful precision, savoring the taste of you. 

“Satoru-” You whine as he leaves open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. How could you properly convey to him how you were burning alive with the need for him to give you just a little bit more? 

“So greedy.” He chuckles into your neck, calling back to when he told you to be greedy that first night. “But I wanna take my time with you after waiting so long.”  

Any response dies on your lips when he makes his way down to your bra, tugging it to the side enough for your breasts to pop out, immediately latching onto one while his hand kneads the one he’s neglecting. 

“N-Now you’re just teasing me, Satoru.” You huff out a moan, pressing your legs together as you feel him smirk against your skin; the little shit. “At least take these off…” 

He helps you strip him bare, tossing the shirt into a heap across the hut, quickly followed by his pants and boxers after he kicks off his boots. You take the opportunity to shed your bra and panties, leaving you as bare as he is. Needy hands search him out as soon as he joins you back on the mattress with a chuckle. 

“Ya know… a little please and thank you will get you a long way, baby girl.” Shivers wrack your body as he trails his tongue down your stomach to the apex of your thighs, using his fingers to spread your folds, exposing you to his gaze. 

Your body squirms at the light touch, screaming for more friction. 

“Please fuck me.” You bite out, knowing he’s not going to listen to your request.

“Nice try.” A playful laugh rips through him before he leans in and licks a large stripe up your center before expertly flicking his tongue against your clit, pulling a string of curse from you as your body jolts and your hands fly out to grab him by the hair at his scalp. “That’s it, grind this sopping little cunt against my face baby.” He growls before diving back in, sucking down on you hard the second he shoves three fingers into you without warning. 

“Oh my fucking-! S-Satoru- ah! Fucking shit, pl-please-” Fingers bully into you, past your fluttering walls to find the spongey spot inside where they hammer into you until your eyes cross and your ears start ringing. “Satoru- pl-please can I- can I cum please?” Maybe begging will get you what you want at this point. Maybe it will break him down enough so he’ll shove your cock inside of you. “Good fucking girl. Cum for me baby…  make a mess out of this face.” He purrs deep in his throat. The vibrations work through you until your muscles shake with the effort of tensing before they snap inwards, making your back arch off the worn mattress, a hoarse scream ripping its way through your throat before the aftershocks start working through your body. 

You’re so deep in a subspace that you don’t feel him unlatching himself after he licks your cum clean and he’s shoving his cock into you without preamble. 

“Mmmph-! Fuck!” A cry leaves your mouth as you claw at his lower stomach, leaving angry red welts in your wake as you try desperately to get him to slow down so you can breathe, but you already feel another high building. 

“Ahhh… Not too much for my baby now is it?” He goads you on, grabbing at your thighs to push your legs closer to your chest. “You take me like you were born for it. Bet you’re still desperate for my cum aren’t you?”

“Fuck, please.” You pant out, trying to catch your breath as his brutal thrusts knock the air out of you each time. “M-missed your cum, ‘Toru. W-want it all.”

“Then you better give me one more baby…” The thrusts don’t falter in pace as his hand sneaks between the two of you. His hand presses into your lower tummy and his thumb reaches to rub quick circles into your bundle of nerves until you're thrown over the edge for the last time. 

White, blinding light floods your vision as Gojo moans low and lets your cunt squeeze him, pulling him deeper as he presses as close so he can to explode inside of you. 

When you come to, you’re gathered in his arms, his hands grazing carefully across your face as he wipes the sweat that formed there, tucking your hair behind your ear with a soft smile gracing his features. 

“You’re even more beautiful than that first night.” He hums to himself. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you always have had a way of crashing into my life and breaking down my assumptions.” 

“I think it's my assumption you’re destroying…” You lean into his touch, soaking up the attention you never thought you’d receive. 

You both lay there, enjoying the quiet moment you’ve carved for yourself out of this mission by happenstance. You let the storm rage on around you, letting yourselves forget what lies outside these mountains.

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This one was a bit self indulgent, for I've not been having the best of days.

I know I do a lot of vampire-esque boards about my palette, but there isn't really too much else that's mainly red, black and white.

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you ever get bored of your limbs. sometimes i just erase mine for some novelty. benefits of being a colored pencil scrawling ig?

#again i have been doing this for ages #do NOT try this at home #conversationalist casagemas #scrawling #for the record #i'm not gatekeeping #it's just that it has the potential to go REALLY BAD. #**REALLY FAST**. #if you don't have a steady hand..

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[firstwcman]

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘 𝖕𝖙. 3 / ooc.

☾ ⛧ ☽ ooc.

☾ ⛧ ☽ red.

☾ ⛧ ☽ music.

☾ ⛧ ☽ dash commentary.

☾ ⛧ ☽ prompts.

☾ ⛧ ☽ dash games.

☾ ⛧ ☽ asks.

☾ ⛧ ☽ anonymous.

☾ ⛧ ☽ hell. / hell vibes & aesthetics

☾ ⛧ ☽ mature.

☾ ⛧ ☽ mature thread.

☾ ⛧ ☽ saved.

☾ ⛧ ☽ the end. / thread ending

☾ ⛧ ☽ promotion.

☾ ⛧ ☽ self promotion.

☾ ⛧ ☽ crack.

☾ ⛧ ☽ open.

☾ ⛧ ☽ ic status.

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Pairing: Actor!Sungchan x Actress!Reader (she/her, femme presenting)

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references (18+), proceed with caution.

WC: approx. 1K

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Your polite smile was stable as you sat at the interview seat, watching the same clip. This was the third interview this week that had brought the clip for you to force a reaction to, and god it was getting difficult to feign ignorance.

“Look at how gently he caresses her hair there folks!” The interviewer gushed. You jokingly rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

The clip was a behind the scenes feature of your latest film. Your co-star, Sungchan, had noticed a small piece of confetti from your scene got stuck to your hair. He carefully picked it out, and as he did so, you were talking and laughing together. It was completely natural, but the action was clipped out and plastered everywhere online.

Yes, he may have fucked you stupid in your dressing room afterwards, but that was besides the point.

“No, no!” You giggled to the interviewer, trying to stay focused on squashing the rumors. “I am extremely professional- plus, I wouldn’t want to date another actor. We are just friends- he was taking out the confetti from my hair.”

“Well, he’s also a singer…” the interviewer noted, earning oooohhh’s from the audience.

“That doesn’t cancel out the acting, sorry!” You raised your hand in defeat, that fake smile still scrawled across your face. “I will say, he did a great job on set. All of the crew loved working with him, and I can’t wait for you all to check out the movie!”

After the interview, your manager and you quickly maneuvered to your last task of the day- a promotional photoshoot with Sungchan.

“How did the interview go?” He asked. You two stood on set in front of an ornately decorated table in costumes complimentary to your movie characters. The lighting was being adjusted, so that gave you two time to speak casually.

“Terrible. Everyone keeps gushing over that stupid clip.”

“Hm, good thing the cameras weren’t allowed in the dressing rooms,” he whispered in your ear. You frowned, holding back a glare.

“You are so conceited.”

“Did I mention how wonderful you look today?” He turned his head fully towards you, his stupid, infectious smile on full display. You looked ahead, hoping most people on set weren’t picking up on your conversation.

“This is why people are suspicious,” you sighed. Your celebrity image was usually that of a sweet, but very serious professional. You hated having to do interviews as it was, but the studio for this recent film was threatening to blacklist you if you didn’t.

The clip to you wasn’t anything spectacular, either. Sungchan had snuck over to your place later that night, and you were snuggled under your sheets together as you, for the fourth time, rewatched it.

“You look so pretty,” he commented, zooming in on your wide eyes that were staring up at him.

“Hm, you’re looking at me in that way an old man looks at his wife,” you teased, in turning zooming in on the soft gaze he had set on you. He was beautiful, this there was no doubt. His eyes were soft and wide, and so easily conveyed his emotions.

“I’ll make you my wife, one day,” he muttered, his voice buried in your neck as if he was embarrassed.

“Yknow, with both of us being famous, our marriage would only last a month.”

“Then that’ll be the best month of my life,” he kissed your cheek, his hand gently motioning your chin to meet his eyes. You were avoiding these eyes- you felt like jello when you were pinned under them. He was needy though, and you gave into his wish to meet his eyes. To the public, you were stern and focused. Sungchan though, you were anything but. You could feign ignorance to any number of talk show hosts, but it was getting beyond difficult pretending that you didn’t have intense feelings for Sungchan.

“Your fans would kill me.”

“I wouldn’t let them,” Sungchan defended. Unlike a lot of young statelets, he had a solid head on his shoulders. It was one of the many things you liked about him. He was clear to set boundaries whenever possible with his fans and with the media, but he still held a lovable and warm persona. You could believe that he would do his best.

Your manager, though, wasn’t so impressed.

“You’ll be over him once you stop promoting the film together,” she rolled her eyes, typing away on her phones.

You crossed your arms, staring out of the window of the airplane. You were taking a flight from New York to Toronto after shooting a cameo in a TV show, and were hoping to see Sungchan before he had to fly back to Los Angeles for a recording session.

Your manager was wrong, of course.

Even after you both moved on to new projects, it was almost gross how often you would try to communicate and be with each other. It was a wonder still that no one had caught any photos of you two out together. Sungchan was getting more bold by sometimes not wearing sunglasses or a hat when out with you. He wanted to show you off, he’d say. And so, years after you both privately committed to the other, you finally walked the red carpet as an official couple.

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[dirtysvthoughts]

#68 and #86 with seungcheol 👀👀 hope u're having a slayful day gurl 💅🏻

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 celebration!

a/n: slay all day, hey bestie! i hope you enjoy, i had fun writing this <3

tags/warnings: female!reader, influencer!reader, boyfriend!seungcheol, reader in lingerie, a bit of dom! seungcheol, seductive! reader, seungcheol leaves some love bites on ya 😏

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68. “don’t tempt me.”

86. “don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.”

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“is this good, baby?” seungcheol asks as he adjust the ring light’s brightness to your satisfaction.

“dim it just a little bit more.. okay, that level’s good!” you adjust yourself on your bed, your new baby blue lingerie set molding perfectly to your body.

you were an on-the-rise influencer, and you recently landed a deal with a popular lingerie company. in exchange for receiving the cutest, sexiest, most seductive lingerie, you often promoted the brand on all your accounts.

the brand just released a new collection and you had first access before they released it online. because they had gifted you with such an honor, you wanted to go a little further than just a simple selfie in the mirror. why not have a photoshoot in your room with golden ring lights accentuating your gorgeous body?

and who better to ask for help than your boyfriend seungcheol, who you knew wouldn’t say no to you to the sight of you in lingerie.

“are you ready, babe?” he asks you, trying to keep his eyes on yours, instead of how beautifully the baby blue bra was accentuating your breasts.

“yeah!” you hit your first pose, and the camera flashes soon afterward.

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after about 15 minutes, you two paused to take a break and to allow you to change into your next set. as you switched from the baby blue to a subtle, lacy lavender your mind couldn’t help but wander to how seungcheol looked at you with nothing but sex in his eyes.

was this all part of a plan to let him have his way with you? maybe, but it couldn’t hurt if you teased him a little bit, right? gave him a little show? you bite your lips at how mischievously playful you are right now.

after you finish changing, you step outside your closet, revealing a seungcheol who was busy on his phone. however, the second he hears the door open, his attention goes completely to you and his jaw drops.

he breathes deeply, not too sure if he could handle all that was in front of him. the slight sheerness in the bra cups allowed him to see how perky your nipples were, and the panties gave a cute peek-a-boo effect - enough is out, but there’s so much more left to his imagination. he tries to shift his body to avoid letting you see the growing tent in his jeans.

“do you like it?” you shyly play with your bra strap as you approach him, gently putting both your legs on either side of his. you slowly guide his hand from the waistband of your panties all the way up to your bra cup, moaning at the feeling of his fingertips on your body.

“don’t tempt me, please,” he whines watching your facial expressions and how you were subtly grinding your hips on his lap. “besides, don’t we have more pictures to take?”

“we still have a little bit of time left before we can start back again.. c’mon, don’t you wanna play with me just for a little bit? it’ll be fun,” you say inching his fingers underneath the bra cups.

he smirks at your choice of words. “you want fun? i’ll show you fun,” and immediately he dives into your chest, groping and biting at your boobs, devouring you like you were dinner.

“s-seungcheol, h-hey!” you say gently pushing his head up. “don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks!” you lightly slap his chest, quietly giggling at him.

“you lost that chance a long time ago baby,” he smirks, taking his hands to your back working off the fasteners attaching your bra and letting it ungraciously fall to the floor. your breasts, to him, were now in the best way possible - nothing to cover them up.

“i’m gonna get you for all that teasing. think you can be seductive like that and get away with it? we’re gonna see how you look with a few hickeys on your chest now, shall we?”

[grounded-sparrow]

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[moonchallenge]

☾ Perfect life Challenge 2.0 ☽

Après avoir réalisé le premier Perfect life en 2021, je me devais de lui donner une seconde vie avec les mises à jour que l’ont à pu avoir sur les sims.  J’ai néanmoins choisi de le laisser accessible en “jeu de base”, aucun pack n’est donc nécessaire pour le réaliser. Chaque pack pourra par contre rajouter des possibilités dans votre aventure. C’est un challenge que j’ai adoré créer et faire par la suite. Ils vous à également beaucoup plus, alors je vous en remercie!

Le but du challenge : 

Compléter la totalité de la liste de vie principale plus bas et au moins 5 choses de la liste bonus (vous pouvez bien sûr en réaliser plus si vous le souhaitez).

L’ordre des listes n’a aucune importance, vous pouvez les faire dans l’ordre que vous le voulez et à l'âge que vous le voulez.

Le but que je recherche dans le challenge c’est de revisiter notre façon de jouer et la rendre plus réaliste, le jeu des sims à pour but de refléter la vie, il veut s’en rapprocher le plus possible, mais dans la vie on commence toujours par être bébé et grandir alors que pour ma part je débute toujours ma partie jeune adulte, alors pourquoi ne pas débuter bambin et dans une famille déjà construite qui n’est pas forcément stable et qu’on n’aurait peut être pas choisi ? Ça nous permettra de construire notre histoire à notre façon tout en laissant aussi notre personnage se développer, suivre peut être sa propre voie.

Règles du challenge :

*La principale mise à jour du challenge est suite à l'ajout de la tranche d'âge "nourrisson" qui rajoute donc une étape entre les bébés qu'on ne contrôle pas, et les bambins qui eux sont parfaitement autonome.

Vous pouvez totalement faire le challenge à partir de l'âge bambin si la nouvelle tranche d'âge ne vous intéresse pas, mais sachez néanmoins que j'ai testé la possibilité de jouer en tant que nourrisson et c'est parfaitement possible.

Vous pouvez tout demander à vos parents, et même développer sans eux les étapes de vie rajoutés dans le pack "grandir ensemble" (non accessible si vous n'avez pas le pack) Toutes les étapes de vies se développent parfaitement seule sauf celle de "motricité globale" qui nécessitent qu'un parents vous retourne sur le ventre 2/3 fois. A vous de choisir si vous voulez ne pas vous en occupez ou espérer qu'un des tuteurs de votre nourrisson viennent le mettre sur le ventre (le mien l'a fait 1 fois en 1 heure de jeu pour exemple)

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Liste principales : 

- Premiers pas

- Un anniversaire vraiment bien réussi.

- Organiser une soirée.

- Premier jour d’école.

- Premier amour.

- Premier baiser.

- Première fois.

- Déménager de chez ses parents.

- Premier jour de travail.

- Se trouver un passe temps, une activité.

- Réalisation d’un souhait à long terme.

- Première sortie entre amis.

- Voyager.

- Premier meilleur.e ami.e

- Avoir un repas de famille.

- Faire un cadeau à quelqu’un.

- Réaliser 20 envies (à activer dans les réglages)

- Avoir une promotion.

- Faire son premier achat avec son salaire.

- Se disputer avec quelqu’un.

Liste Bonus : 

- Premier enfant (adopté ou non)

- Mariage.

- Avoir des petits enfants.

- Aller à la fac.

- Une compétence au maximum (niveau 10)

- Avoir sa propre maison.

- Réaliser quelque chose d’excellent (toile ou autre)

- Se battre avec quelqu’un.

- Adopter un animal.

- Avoir 1000 abonnés sur un réseau sims.

- Pleurer la mort d’un proche.

- Vivre un comité d’accueil.

- Avoir une bonne moyenne à l'école (école, lycée ou fac)

- Avoir un correspondant en ligne.

- Terminer une collection (au choix)

- Vivre un divorce (de vous ou vos proches)

- Changer de voie professionnelle.

- Avoir une maladie ou un proche malade.

- Tout plaquer pour recommencer sa vie.

- Ouvrir un commerce.

*Chaque liste a son importance, la liste principale contient les choses que l'ont fait forcément en grandissant et qui sont plus ou moins obligatoire (sauf exception et si une des choses ne vous parait pas obligatoire pour vous, mettez la de coté sans soucis, par exemple si vous n'avez/ou votre sims aucune attirance pour personne, le premier amour zouuu on l'enlève) Quant à la seconde liste elle contient des choses plus "larges", tous le monde ne vit pas de mariage ou de divorce par exemple, c'est pour ca que c'est à vous de choisir ce que vous voulez faire dedans (et même une chose que vous n'avez pas vécu vous dans votre vie, peut arriver à votre sims bien sûr)

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Les petits plus selon vos packs :

Comme précisé plus haut le challenge n'a besoin d'aucun pack de jeu pour être fait, il est parfaitement accessible en jeu de base. Cependant il est vrai que certain pack se prête particulièrement au challenge, comme "grandir ensemble", "a la fac", "années lycée" et j'en passe selon votre façon de jouer ou de vouloir réaliser le challenge (avec créature surnaturel, animaux etc.)

N'hésitez donc pas à adapter votre façon de réaliser le challenge au pack que vous posséder, en intégrant des options que vous aimez.

Par exemple j'aime beaucoup le concept "d'étape de vie" rajouté avec grandir ensemble, je vais donc essayer d'en réaliser le plus possible pour voir l'évolution de mon sims.

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Voilà c'est tout ce que vous devez savoir! Ca reste un challenge très simple pour que vous puissiez le faire comme vous l'entendez.

En espérant qu'il vous plaise toujours autant qu'avant, je m'en vais préparer ma prochaine aventure dessus. En attendant, voici mes 2 précédant let's play sur le challenge :