#2192

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 4, 2002

Lyrics:

Children grow and women produce and

Men go working, some go stealing

Everyone's got to make a living

L-O-X, yeah (Southside Bronx)

J Lo, yeah (Southside Bronx)

Yo, yo

We off the block this year

Went from a little to a lot this year

Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear

I know where I'm goin' and I know where I'm from

You hear LOX in your ear

Yeah, we at the airport out

D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out

With a new white tee, you fresh

Nothin' phony with us

Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

From In Living Color to movie scripts

To On the 6 to J.Lo to this, headline clips

I stayed grounded as the amounts roll in

I'm real, I thought I told you (I'm real)

I'm really been on Oprah (I'm real)

That's just me

Nothing phony, don't hate on me

What you get is what you see

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got (Southside Bronx)

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

I'm down to earth like this

Rockin' this business

I've grown up so much

I'm in control and loving it

Rumors got me laughing, kid

I love my life and my public

Put God first and can't forget to stay real (real)

To me it's like breathing (Southside Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from

It take hard work to cash checks

So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, they're assets

You get back what you put out

Even if you take the good route

Can't count the hood out

After a while, you'll know who to blend with

Just keep it real with the ones you came in with

Best thing to do is stay low, LOX and J.Lo (Everyone's got to make a living)

They act like they don't but they know

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot (Southside Bronx)

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot (Southside Bronx)

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

Songwriter:

Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got

I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block

Used to have a little, now I have a lot (Southside Bronx)

No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)

David Styles / Jason Phillips / Jean Claude Olivier / Jennifer Lopez / Jose Fernando Arbex Miro / Lawrence Parker / Michael Oliver / Mr. Deyo / Samuel Barnes / Scott Sterling / Troy Oliver

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Jennifer Lopez

[albertxylin]

Utilitarian

You cut everything extraneous from your life, Embrace utilitarian focus to further your goals, A paper plane designed for flying as far as possible And not to dance, Twirling after being thrown by a bored, ham-fisted child indoors. There is no grace to your movements, Just a scalpel peeling back skin.

When you live in an empty grey box With nothing but your trophies, When every achievement is a hollow syringe And every accolade tinnitus, Pick back up your paper airplane. Crumple it into a ball. Toss it into the air And dance.

[paulchinetti]

Turrible. #everyday #everydaypicture #didnotinfacttitanup #2192 https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQef4dOtd2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Anomalous Employment Division

Description: As new anomalies appear in our world and other worlds, the ones we are already familiar with only get older and older. Thus, there's leaves three options for said anomalies leave them be, decommission and therefore Neutralize them, or utilize them. For those that can and should be utilized rather than neutralized they are debriefed here at the AED.

The AED is the dedicated to showing the more humane side of the Foundation by giving the contained anomalies a chance to benefit humanity rather than putting it in danger. As such the AED only works with sentient, humanoid, and non-hostile anomalies. All other anomalies are not in the jurisdiction of the AED. It should also be noted that SCPs debriefed by the AED are to no longer be referred to as my their SCP number or Code Name, instead they will be referred to by the names they originally had or the ones they chose for themselves. Upon completion of any training, augmentations, and treatment needed they will be referred to as Foundation Staff with Class F status. Class F status implies a Foundation staff member that has been affected by anomalous properties but is to not be contained, instead use their anomalous properties to further benefit the Foundation if at all possible.

SCP's commissioned:

- SCP-040/ Name: Dr. Evolution/ Current Age: 24/ Condition: Given Foundation lotion to prevent harm form UV rays and potential diseases. Trained by Foundation evolutionary biologists to understand her powers better/ Affiliation: Cryptozoology Division.

- SCP-049/ Name: Dr. Haselhurst/ Current Age: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: Begrudgingly agreed to work alongside the Foundation and only focus on the Pestilence as a side project rather than his main goal, is given a single Class-D every week as per agreement/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Biology and Health Division.

- SCP-053/ Name: Abby Johnson/ Current Age Biologically: 20/ Current Age Correctly: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: Is given a supplement to help her age like a normal human, at least until she reaches the age of 21. Is currently studying with the Fire Suppression Department to one day work with them. Is only allowed to visit SCP-682 once a month or more when testing is involved/ Affiliation: Understudy for Fire Suppression Department - Containment and Security Division.

- SCP-073/ Name: Agent Cain/ Current Age: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: is give regular therapy by Dr. Talic and has been equipped with [data expunged] allowing him to turn off his powers when not on missions/ Affiliation: MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-076-2/ Name: Agent Able/ Current Age: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: [data expunged]. Despite this, he is to only be deployed as a last resort, and never when Agent Thompson or Agent Cain is present/ Affiliation: MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-105/ Name: Agent Thompson Captain Iris Clef/ Current Age: 41/ Condition: Given a newly furnished room and complete freedom to wander Site-[data expunged] and has been promised to not only be properly trained but also better treated by Foundation staff. New equipment has also been promised as well as freedom to visit her friend Agent Victoria and her girlfriend wife Dr. Clef/ Affiliation: MTF Captain of Alpha-9 Division Dagger.

- SCP-134/ Name: Dr. Stella Starchild/ Current Age: 40/ Condition: Given an augmentation surgery to her ears to allow her to better percive her surroundings. She still can’t see but is able to tell where objects are and how to avoid bumping into people. She doesn’t like to talk so instead, she was taught ASL, JSL, CSL, BSL, and FSL. Had a particular interest with Theology and thus was taught in the subject as well/ Affiliation: Department of Tactical Theology.

- SCP-166/ Dr. Meri Clef/ Current Age: 43/ Condition: given a necklace made by the Foundation that is able to suppress her anomalous abilities without harming her in any way/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Psychology and Therapy Division.

- SCP-191/ Name: Agent Cidney Victoria/ Current Age: 40/ Condition: Given several surgeries with the regenerative cybernetic flesh of Tau-5 units and thus she now has their capabilities, their strength, their speed, their regeneration, their immunity, and can now talk. She still doesn't need to eat but does so out of joy/ Affiliation: MTF Tau-5.

- SCP-239/ Name: Dr. Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir (Agent Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir)/ Current Age: 38/ Condition: Received therapy from Dr. Corvio and Dr. [data expunged]. Later trained to properly control her powers by MTF Hecate-A: Real Magic/ Affiliation: Department of Technology, Alchemy, Science, Magic and Warfare (Mobile Task Force Commander of Hecate-A: Real Magic - Oracles Third Eye.)

- SCP-347/ Name: Agent Claudia Rains/ Current Age: 56/ Condition: Reluctantly trained by MTF Specialists in covert operations, hand to hand, and close quarters combat/ Affiliation: Spy Agent for MTF Delta-5 and MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-507/ Name: Agent John Hopper/ Current Age: Unknown (Assumed to be in 40s or 50s)/ Condition: Was given a Collar made with vibration crystals and created by the DTASMW to keep him in our reality. He can now only jump into other realities when he wants too. Like before he is still immune to the hazards of other realties. Given monthly therapy sessions with Doctor Rover/ Affiliation: Emergency agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Dagger.

- SCP-590/ Name: Dr. Thomas Jack Shaw/ Current Age: 43/ Condition: Has been given a Foundation supplement that restores his health should he ever use his powers. Has been taught by Dr. Haselhurst and Dr. MacQuoid in medical science and how to use advanced Foundation medical tools, equipment, and medicine. Regularly sees Dr. Clef to ensure his mental health doesn't deteriorate/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Biology and Health Division.

- SCP-734/ Name: Agent David Founder/ Current Age 15/ Condition: Raised by two AFA-3's designed to be immune to his powers. Taught him the values of life, the SCP Foundation, and the great use of his powers. Is given regular psyche evaluations by Dr. Corvio/ Affiliation: Mobile Task Force Alpha-9

- SCP-1360/ Name: Agent Hector/ Current Age: Unknown/ Condition: [Data Expunged]/ Affiliation: MTF Tau-5.

- SCP-1985/ Name: Agent Jacqueline Johnson/ Current Age: 42/ Condition: Given complete control of the anomalous abilities of the device through Dr. Stefansdottir. She can now travel to any reality she likes and temporarily alter her body to become accustomed to that reality or gain abilities that are considered common place within that reality/ Affiliation: Field Agent within the Department of the Impossible.

- SCP-2118/ Name: Researcher Carly Love/ Current Age: 14/ Condition: Given a mask that suppresses her anomalous outbursts; has been given different masks with different styles for fashion purposes. Has been adopted by Dr. Susan Love and sees Dr. Talic on a monthly basis/ Affiliation: Understudy for Department of Universal Affairs.

- SCP-2192/ Name: Researcher Milaya Atomic/ Current Age: 13/ Condition: Has been given bath bombs containing chemicals that sooth her damaged body and with time should give her new skin. If this doesn't work, she is to be given a full body bio suit that will act as her skin. There is also the construction of her armor that should allow her to control the radiation emitted from her body. Regularly receives training from Agent Wells and psyche evaluations from Dr. Talic/ Affiliation: Understudy for the Anomalous Employment Division.

- SCP-2241/ Name: Cameron Crusader/ Current Age: 10/ Condition: Receives training from Dr. Stefansdottir and therapy sessions from Dr. Clef/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-2273/ Name: Captain Alexei Belitrov/ Current Age: 55/ Condition: Received proper therapy from Dr. Carvio and the suit was repaired and upgraded by the Department of Technology, Alchemy, Science, Magic and Warfare. He is now able to take suit off and on at will/ Affiliation: Captain of MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-2639/ Names: Agent GRRGRL, Agent WTF_STFU, Agent BOOGER/ Condition: Thanks to the Church of Maxwellism the Foundation was able to manifest immortal bodies for each of them that will simply respawn in an area close to where they died. They can now even see the world for what it is and are even able to interact with the world normally and modify their bodies to appear how they want. They can also manifest any SCP-2639-B item they desire at any time they want. SCP-2639-C has also been upgraded to ensure that the three of them won’t have to worry about death by other means. Furthermore, the Church of Maxwellism also made [data expunged] to ensure that if the computer does get destroyed the three of them will simply go to [data expunged] which is a sort of digital afterlife for Maxwellists/ Affiliation: MTF-Omega-9 (Sometimes works with MTF Tau-5)

- SCP-3293/ Name: Cooper Wells/ Current Age: 12/ Condition: Trained by Dr. Stefansdottir to understand and control his anomalous abilities. Has secretly received memetic therapy to regulate his chaotic behavior and desire to create more complex and often destructive devices/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Alpha-9

- SCP-4051/ Name: Agent Rainer Miller/ Current Age: 30/ Condition: Trained by Foundation medics to understand the contents of medicine so he could manifest them, trained by Foundation engineers to understand phones and other useful devices, and trained by Foundation MTF’s to better understand melee and firearm weapons. like all approved by the AED is allowed to visit his family when not on missions and has his abilities suppressed. is also regularly given therapy by Dr. Clef/ Affiliation: Agent of MTF-Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-4494/ Name: The Specter/ Current Age: Unknown/ Condition: Was given a [data expunged] to allow him to [data expunged] as to prevent another “breakdown of the concept of crime” scenario form happening as well as a [data expunged] so that the Foundation can contact him on missions, especially ones relating to his anomalous state/ Affiliation: Agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-4818/ Name: Leora Lightfoot/ Current Age: 20/ Condition: Was trained by Agent Wells to control her powers/ Affiliation: Agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-5239/ Name: Blane Veers/ Current Age: 21/ Condition: Given Therapy sessions by Dr. Clef. Trained in MTF tactics and many types of thaumaturgic spells and rituals/ Affiliation: Captain of MTF Beta-777.

- SCP-5419/ Name: Quincy Koothrapali/ Current Age: 9/ Condition: Given weekly therapy sessions by Dr. Clef. Also trained in MTF tactics and war strategies/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Demeter-4.

- SCP-6101/ Name: Ethan Prosper/ Current Age: 5/ Condition: Non-Anomalous currently, but thanks to SCP-[data expunged] we know he will gain anomalous abilities by the age of 9. Though of course this might not happen as most things given The Reset, but until he becomes of age, the Foundation will continue to monitor him/ Affiliation: Civilian life. Future Candidate for MTF Alpha-9 Division Spear.

- SCP-AAS/ Name: Agent McGee Commander Charlie Wells/ Current Age: 48/ Condition: trained to control her power and unleash her full potential without hurting others/ Affiliation: MTF Alpha-9. (Sometimes works with MTF Epsilon-9)

- SCP-ABL/ Name: Dr. Mathew Wells/ Current Age: 43/ Condition: Receives therapy on a biweekly basis with Dr. Corvio, given gloves by the DTASMW that allow him to heal anyone regardless of their religious affiliation and won't cause him to change at all/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Biology and Health Division.

- SCP-ACP/ Name: Dr. Carrie Yalemin/ Current Age: 24/ Condition: Has been cured of her mental trauma and her life is no longer under the influence of the Scarlet King thanks to Project [data expunged] created by Dr. Zeek/ Affiliation: Department of Tactical Theology.

- SCP-ACV/ Name Emily Valant/ Current Age: 39/ Condition: Her twin SCP-ACV-2 has been forced under a medical procedure to make him clinically braindead. She has inherited all his abilities as a result without his psychotic behavior. Still regularly sees Dr. Rover for therapy sessions on a month basis/ Affiliation: Personal trainer and tutor of new recruits for MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-AGC/ Name: Agent Tree Gelbman/ Current Age: 29/ Condition: Given medical treatment for the recoil of her abilities and therapy from Dr. Rover. Train in basic and some advanced military combat skills and tactics/ Affiliation: Member of MTF Alpha-9 Division "Shield"

- SCP-AGT/ Name: Agent Jodie Jaden Holems/ Current Age: 33/ Condition: Given proper housing for himself and his four friends as well as their newborn child they are raising together. Also was given the ability to transition from female to male thanks to Dr. Zeek/ Affiliation: Member of MTF Hecate-Alpha "Real Magic" Division "Sorcerer's Staff".

- SCP-AKT/ Name: Agent Matilda Honey/ Current Age: 34/ Conditon: Given proper housing for herself and her adoptive mother. Was allowed to take on her dream job as a school teacher for children within the Foundation/ Affiliation: Member of MTF Alpha-9 "Last Hope" Division "Shield", part time teacher of the Foundation.

- SCP-ASZ/ Name: Cody Morgan/ Current Age: 16/ Condition: Has been given therapy on a weekly basis by Dr. Corvio. Trained by Dr. Stefansdottir to keep his powers in check and better control them/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Alpha-9 Division Spear.

- SCP-AZJ/ Name: Agent David McGowan/ Current Age: 37/ Condition: Received monthly therapy from Dr. Talic and special training form Agent Wells to keep him sane and his powers strong. Affiliation: Agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Dagger (Sometimes works with MTF Delta-5)

***

End Note: By Order of the 05 Council even after being processed by the AED certain anomalies are still required to do cross testing and other experiments. However, there will be more leniency with regards to protocol “Anomalous Lives Matter” as well as the fact that they are Foundation staff now.

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SCP: HMF - Departments and Divisions Hub

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“If season 9 wanted to be really good, they would bring Nabu back and make Aisha choose between Nex and Nabu then they just kill off Nex, like they did that other guy since they love making Aisha suffer.”

[mywritersmind]

WALK ME LIKE A RUNWAY - LN4

summary : Lando doesn’t know anything about runways, especially a certain Victorias Secret runway that’s breaking the internet. When he gets the invite, it’s certainly a surprise, but with one old and one new friend by his side, he starts to see the appeal of this whole model thing. He likes it for one reason, and that reason is opening the whole show.

listen up : lando x vsangel!reader 💞✨ a bit long!! will prob be multiple parts if you guys like it!!

word count : 2192

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I don’t know how I got here or why I was invited. But as I sit in my assigned seat as the girl next to me stares at me, I can’t help but think that my invitation was for a reason.

I have a good feeling about tonight, maybe it’s because i’m about to watch pretty girls walk in underwear and wings, or maybe it’s because that girl I mentioned looks like she’s itching to tell me something.

As soon as I look at her, she starts, “You’re Lando Norris.” She's pretty, has a short bob, pale skin, and is examining me closely.

“Yeah…” I nod slowly.

“Sorry. Big fan!” She laughs, “What are you doing here?”

“Good question… I was invited. Actually, my mate Carlos is supposed to-” As if I spoke him into existence, the driver plops down next to me, “Hey!”

He grins and nods at the girl, “I’m Kay! My best friend is in the show!” I like Kay. She’s eyeing Carlos like he’s a piece of meat and it’s hilarious.

“So I don’t really understand… Why this runway is big a deal.” Kay practically scoffs in my face and immediately dives in, giving Carlos and I all the lore. After ten minutes of throwing random facts and stringing the whole story line together, I stop nodding and the lights go out.

“This is exciting.” Carlos nudges me, like he’s some big fan or something. Then again it’s a lingerie company so he’s probably a big supporter. “So your friend, how long has she been a model?”

“Forever!” Kay nods, lowering her voice and talking to Carlos across me, “But this is huge because it’s her first show with Victoria Secret and she’s opening it!”

The music starts and a motorcycle with a girl on it comes up from the stage, she starts singing and everyone is going absolutely crazy for her.

Carlos is basically dancing in his seat next to me and Kay is singing along, clapping her hands together.

I try not to think about awkward interview Carlos and I did on the pink carpet, the woman looked stunned that we were even there.

I focus on the girl singing again, it’s quite fun, I feel like i’m at a concert. The lights go out and the singer and her backups are gone.

Kay hits my arm excitedly, pointing to the stage. That’s when I realize the stage is lifting someone up.

The first thing I see are the wings, pink, sparkly and huge. But then I see her.

Fuck being model pretty, this girl looks like a legitimate angel. She’s got long legs, an insane body that’s being accentuated by the white lace that’s practically dripping off her. She's got long wavy hair that is streaked with highlights, and as soon as she starts walking I understand it.

She’s got confidence, fucking power. The room breaks into screams and applause as she grins, god her smile.

She’s elegant, beautiful, and breaks her model smize as she turns in my direction. She blows a kiss to Kay and the smile she pulls has me catching my breath.

The wings she’s wearing starts to move, almost growing above her. She stops at the end of the runway, poses, then walks back. People are screaming her name and she winks at them, turning back to face the end of the runway, she gives a tiny wave before women on both sides of her amerge.

Carlos hits me in the chest, “Dude!” He laughs, “You star struck or something?” Kay giggles.

“I- Why does everyone know her if this is her debut?”

“It’s her debut as an angel! Not a model! She’s a complete fan favorite!” Kay claps as the girls continue to walk, they’ve all got lingerie on and look amazing.

I can’t quite seem to shake her face out of my mind. The show goes on, the performances are fun and I can tell who’s the most awaited models because the crowd is quite opinionated.

My favorite is definitely the woman with a sick guitar. Who wouldn’t want to see pretty girls walk while rock music plays?

I may or may not fan-boy over Cher. My mum is a super fan so I make sure to take videos. And as that icon is performing, My eyes catch again.

She’s in full red and I wonder why I've never been to a fashion show before.

Kay catches me staring again, “Yeah- you’re definitely meeting her after this.” I laugh uncomfortably, smiling at the shit eating grin on her face.

“Tyra!” Kay screams next to me, I watch a tall woman with very big hair appear from the floor, the panels behind her open and all the models flood in.

I clap along with everyone else, watching the girls celebrate and smile at one another. Confetti falls on us as Kay spins around.

We stand and clap for them, before they leave and a voice thanks us for watching. I’m in a haze by the time the lights come up, “That was cool!” Carlos grins.

“Hey so because Lando was making goo goo eyes at my best friend-” I side eye her, “You two should come to the after party! Y/n and I are hosting some friends!”

I’d be an idiot to say no.

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They share a studio apartment overlooking the city. Carlos grabs a beer before we start looking around and meeting people.

Carlos is off talking to Kay when I walk into the kitchen, looking for some water. There’s a girl standing on her toes, trying to grab a box of what looks like cereal from a top shelf.

I freeze when I realize it’s her. What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t even talk to a girl? Come on.

I clear my throat and go to tap her shoulder but she starts talking before I can, “No you can’t have sex in my bed, if you’re gonna throw up, do it somewhere that’s not my apartment, and no smoking inside! My landlord will-” she spins around in a little pink dress, looking pissed off.

She clocks the confused look on my face and stops talking, “I’m not looking to have sex in your apartment…” not yet at least. Shit, Lando shut up! “Or throw up. And I don’t smoke.”

She smacks her lips shut before laughing, “Sorry! Like three people have asked me that tonight!” She bites her bottom lip and I realize how close she is.

Now that I'm not twenty feet away from her, I look her up and down quickly. She’s got freckles, is blonder up close, and her half gone makeup fits her perfectly.

She blinks and I realize that I'm just staring at her.

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Y/N’S POV

Why is this British man staring at me?

He coughs as I smile slightly, intrigued by this random man in my home, “Well if you’re not gonna ask me about any of those three horrid topics, what do you want?” I put my hand on my hip, watching his very pretty green eyes glance to the cereal I was trying (and failing) to grab.

He reaches up and grabs it with ease. He's not that much taller than me, I'm still short for a model and without my usual heels, he has a few inches up.

I take the box, “Thanks.” I open it immediately, sticking my hand inside the chocolate breakfast.

“I was just looking for water.” He shrugs, not meeting my eyes.

“I got you!” I perk up and rummage around in our fridge, handing him a bottle. I usually don’t give out our personal chilled stash, but I like this guy.

“Thank you.” He takes it, brushing my hand slightly.

“No problem!” I glance over to see Alex Consani practically in a plant, “Alex! Please don’t hurt Kay’s children!” I stomp away and get stampeded with conversations and questions.

I laugh, “You’ve told me like a million times! But thank you!” Kay knows it’s been my dream to walk for Victoria's Secret since I was little and didn’t even wear a bra.

She squeals, “Oh I gotta have you meet my new friends!” She drags me to the corner where some people are standing, “Carlos! This is my best friend ever, Y/n! Y/n this is Carlos! He’s super cool!” She leans in to whisper, “and super hot.”

I choke on a laugh, shaking the guys hand, “Nice to meet you!”

“Pleasure! Kay’s been talking you up since the show.” He is hot. He’s got a spanish accent and dark hair, exactly Kay’s type.

“Oh you were at the show?” I say, not realizing he was there with Kay.

“Yeah! Me and-” he looks around, “Norris?” He turns and grabs a guy by his collared leather jacket, “Lando!” He spins him around and I realize it’s the guy who I gave water to.

Kay nods excitedly, “Lando and Carlos were totally cheering you on! Especially Lando.” She tries to whisper the last part but fails.

I don’t miss the look that settles over Lando’s face. Lando, hmm. Interesting name. “Hey.” He nods, sipping his water as I smile.

“Hi! I’m Y/n.” I eye his curls, I like his hair a lot already.

“Anyway- They've only been to New York like two times! We’re showing them around this week!” I try to seem interested but I can’t really focus on Kay when Lando is giving me all his attention. “Carlos, I love this song!” She grabs him by the hand and they’re gone in a second.

Lando and I glance at them, then each other, then laugh, “She’s got a lot of energy.”

“It’s the ADHD.” I sigh, standing next to him and looking around my apartment, “So… you liked the show? You don’t seem like the type.”

“I don’t seem like the type to enjoy pretty girls walking in lingerie while a concert is going on?” He raises a brow and I roll my eyes.

“Typical!”

He reaches a hand out, “Hey hey- I’m kidding! I did enjoy you walking, though.” It’s my turn to raise a brow now. “Kay said it was a big thing- opening the show.”

I nod happily, “Huge! Like made my career completely worth everything I've been through and sealed it for me that i’ve made it…” I trail off, realizing I'm telling this to a complete stranger, “Sorry you probably don’t care.”

He frowns, “Of course I do. I get it.” He shrugs and for some reason, I completely believe him.

I tilt my head, “Do you wanna go outside?”

My words land us outside on my balcony, I'm wrapped in a blanket with a beer in my hand. Lando clinks our glasses and looks out at the view, “So what do you do?” I sip my beer.

He sighs, leans his head back on the glass, “I’m a racing driver.”

This takes me aback severely, “What.” I say it so bluntly that he laughs.

“I drive in Formula 1.” My jaw literally drops.

“That’s sick! You win yet?” He looks young, probably a year or two older than me.

The grin he gives me makes me feel nauseous in a weirdly good way, “Yeah. Kinda my ‘I made it’ Moment, too.”

It’s easy to talk to Lando. There’s something about him that makes me comfortable even though we’ve just met. That’s dangerous, especially for me.

He tells me that he lives in Monaco (of course he has to live far), and that he travels most of the time. This is good, I tell myself. I feel like this is going somewhere and it’s perfect if he just leaves after tonight!

I feel this way because Lando’s eyes keep flicking down to my lips.

I explain how I moved from California to New York after modeling for a bit in LA, “I’m Twenty Two.” I shrug, singing the song a big.

“Shit.” He brings the bottle to his lips again as I scoff.

“Right…What are you? Twenty six?”

He almost chokes on the drink, “Twenty six!? Tell me you’re lying!”

I laugh at his reaction, “No! Tell me how old you are!”

He shakes his head, a curl falling onto his forehead, “I’m Twenty four, you muppet.” I slap my hand over my mouth to quiet my laughter.

“Muppet!?” I laugh, my head falling back.

“Yeah, you’ve made me feel all old.” He shakes his head.

“I like your accent.” I just say it. I don’t know why I do, well, when I glance at the bottle in my hand I have a guess.

He smiles, his eyes reflecting the city lights, “Thanks, love.”

“Love?” I eye him, “You’ve got that winner attitude, pretty cocky.”

He runs his tongue over his teeth, “Not cocky, just hopeful.” I shake my head, looking away from him and focusing on the night sky. I am so fucked.

[whencyclopedia]

A bronze wolf which would have decorated the lengthwise beams on a Roman ship. The wolf was made using the lost-wax technique and dates to between 37 and 41 CE. The ring had no function other than decorative, used on occasions to hang garlands. (Palazzo Massimo, Rome)

[gmmfashion]

Can you help me find link's blue shirt in GMM # 2192? Thank you so much for your service, I hope you're having a good day!

Still in search of this one from another episode. No luck so far.

[dacrystalsim]

The Sims 3 IKEA Home Stuff

It's finally done, The Sims 2 IKEA Home Stuff completely converted to The Sims 3!

This pack includes 80 items, 5 wallpapers and a collection file. Everything is CASTable (See pictures below to see the CASTable channels of each item). Download: [SFS] Notice! One of the items (ODDA Wardrobe) requires The Sims 3 Supernatrual, don't install this object in your game if you don't have Supernatrual installed. The download includes 3 files, download only one! The download versions: IKEA Home Stuff-Merged_Supernatrual Merged file that includes the ODDA Wardrobe. IKEA Home Stuff-Merged_BaseGame Merged file that doesn't include the ODDA Wardrobe, making it base game compatible. IKEA Home Stuff-Unmerged Unmereged version, mix and match to your liking ;)

Polycount: ANES Bedframe H 2820 / M 2016 ANES Single Bedframe H 2292 / M 1722 ANES Chest of 4 Drawers H 977 / M 681

EKTORP 2 Seat Sofa H 1524 / M 1142 EKTORP 3 Seat Sofa H 1964 / M 1374 EKTORP Armchair H 956 / M 716

HEMNES Bedside Table H 432 / M 280 HEMNES Bedside Table #2 H 1524 / M 914 HEMNES Chest of 3 Drawers H 929 / M 666 HEMNES Chest of 6 Drawers H 1364 / M 1002 HEMNES Double Bed Frame H 2164 / M 1486 HEMNES Single Bed Frame H 1556 / M 1122 HEMNES Mirror H 438 / M 362

IKEA PS Cabinet H 760 / M 532 IKEA PS Clock H 370 / M 280 IKEA PS Rug H 72 IKEA PS Tealight Holder H 1328 / M 996

KARLSTAD Armchair H 1024 / M 716 KARLSTAD Sofa H 2192 / M 1752 KARLSTAD Two Seat Sofa H 1680 / M 1175

KLIPPAN Sofa H 2648 / M 1852 KLIPPAN Two Seat Sofa H 1766 / M 1324 KLIPPAN Sofa - No Pillow H 1658 / M 876 KLIPPAN Sofa - V2 Pillow H 2074 / M 1554 KLIPPAN Armchair H 966 / M 724

LACK Side Table H 128 / M 102 LACK Wall Shelf H 1228 / M 858 LACK Wall Shelf (Zigzag) H 302 / M 302 LACK Wall Shelf (Zigzag with Toy) H 849 / M 849 LACK Wall Shelf (Empty) H 48 / M 12 Minnen Groda Frog Prince H 1024 / M 1024 BARNSLIG FLODHAST Toy H 547 / M 547

MALM Chest of 2 Drawers H 286 / M 286 MALM Chest of 3 Drawers H 582 / M 540 MALM Chest of 6 Drawers H 744 / M 703 MALM Double Bed Frame H 1702 / M 1164 MALM Single Bed Frame H 1174 / M 892

BENNO CD Tower H 1502 / M 1126 BILD Doggy Dream H 204 / M 136 BILD Poster Yin and Yang H 204 / M 140 BILLY Bookcase H 1212 / M 1054 BLADET 3 Plant Pots with 1 Tray H 1046 / M 734 EXPEDIT TV Storage Unit H 2046 / M 1974 FAMNIG HJARTA Cushion H 990 / M 692 FREDRIK Workstation H 1504 / M 1054 HATTEN Side Table H 1128 / M 902 HELMER Drawer Unit on Casters H 874 / M 610 IKEA STOCKHOLM Vase H 896 / M 704 IMFORS Coffee Table H 868 / M 650 JULES Visitors Chair H 1030 / M 826 KILA Work Lamp H 734 / M 587 KRABB Mirror Long H 552 / M 404 KRABB Mirror Short H 524 / M 454 LAMPAN Table Lamp H 814 / M 696 LEKSVIK Coffee Table H 864 / M 724 MAREK Lamp H 1108 / M 830 MONGSTAD Mirror H 74 / 36 MYLONIT Table Lamp H 775 / M 573 ODDA Wardrobe H 1700 / M 1344 PJATTERYD Picture H 154 / M 98 PJATTERYD Picture Zebra H 154 / M 98 POANG Armchair H 1600 / M 1280 PREMIAR Picture Flatiron Building NY H 154 / M 98 RAKET Table Easel H 400 / M 240 REGOLIT Pendant Lamp Shade H 1098 / M 846 RIBBA Frame H 408 / M 382 RINGUM Rug H 64 SLATTHULT Decorative Sticker Poppy H 4 STORM Floor Lamp H 1044 / M 729 SVEJE Rug H 2 ULDUM Rug H 2 VANNA Mirror H 736 VASEN Vase H 973 VIKA GREVSTA Table H 740 / M 694 VIKA HYTTAN Table H 928 / M 834

BENNO TV Bench on Castors H 1268 / M 970 MANDAL Chest of 6 Drawers H 748 / M 520 NOMINELL Chair H 1510 / M 1056 SKRUVSTA Armchair H 1520 / M 1064 STRIND Side Table H 1516 / M 1135 Special thanks: @sims3tutorialhub, Mod The Sims forums and the TS3CreatorCave discord <3 @xto3conversionsfinds

[elebicheee]

Insecure Attraction Pt2- X-MEN 97!Logan X F!Reader

A/N: Back by popular demandddd

Wordcount: 2192

Summary: After avoiding Logan for two weeks a confrontation is in order.

Warnings: Unrequited love but is it tho? Reader is described as taller than Logan and is referred to as she/her but no physical descriptions are used. Lowkey Jean Grey slander but its due to jealousy and misunderstanding. Confessions. Suggestive themes and actions.

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It's been about two weeks since the danger room incident, and in that time you've managed to seamlessly avoid both Logan and Jean. 

And by seamlessly, you mean staying in your room unless absolutely necessary and darting out of any and every room whenever either of them makes an appearance. But hey, it has been working so far. 

It wasn't terribly hard, thankfully, you'd mainly had to avoid Jean. Who seemed determined to have a mature adult conversation with you about the subject. Absolutely not. The thought about having a conversation about this particular subject with the person who you were, probably unfairly, jealous of made you wanna crawl out of your skin. You'd seen her need to help in action during missions but never had you personally seen it manifest itself in her day to day life like this. 

From waiting for you outside of the lab after medical training with Hank to not-so-subtly following you out of the kitchen after meals, it was getting tedious. She was persistent, you'd give her that. Her recent behaviour had gained her odd looks from the other but she'd played it all off, never even mentioning you when they asked. Thankfully.

Now you were putting away this week's groceries after volunteering to do the shopping as a way to steer clear of the redhead. Now you were thinking that there was a flaw in your plan, because you'd spent almost forty minutes in the kitchen putting everything away and were constantly looking over your shoulder praying she wouldn't find you. You'd forgotten this particular bit of the chore.

“Need a hand?” You jumped and dropped the cereal box you were putting away, only to have it halt before hitting the ground and gently floating to its designated spot in the cupboard. Fuck.

“Uh-no, I'm fine.” Your voice definitely cracked. “You can go help Scott or whatever…” She stood smack in the middle of the exit, not making any indication that shell move. She was caging you in. 

The door wasn't an escape option anymore, but maybe the window…

You gazed at the large windows on the far side. Surely if you made a break for it right now you'd make it outside before she could stop you. Because screw having a conversation like adults.

“You've been avoiding me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact as she moved the rest of the groceries to their respective spots with her mind. That was probably why she was the one to usually do them. “I think we’ve misunderstood each other.” Without the distraction of putting the shopping away you awkwardly tried to find something to occupy your attention, anything would do so long as you didn't need to look at her. You settled on washing the few dishes left next to the sink, your back to the telepath.

“I don't know what you mean, we’re fine?” Was that a reply or a question?

“Right, that’s why you've been avoiding Logan and I for the past two weeks?” She almost sounded amused. The mention of his name made your stomach flip and your face heat with embarrassment.

“I haven't been-I don't know what-” You cleared your throat, “I've just been busy, that's all.” She hummed, and suddenly she was standing next to you, leaning on the counter and not for the first time you found yourself comparing the two of you. Jean was very pretty, in that girl-next-door type of way, and for all your jealousy, you had to admit she had a matching personality. It was easy to understand why Logan would like her and not you. You looked nothing like Jean, and you were nothing like her. It made you feel silly, that you unknowingly entered this competition for his affection when there was already a winner.

“He’s worried about you, you know.” That gave you pause, “He thinks you're angry with him, doesn't know what he did, so he's giving you space.”

“I'm not mad at him.” You said softly.

“I know,” She smirked, “You're mad at me.” You turned to face her, sputtering.

“I'm not-no-I'm not mad at you!” You weren't sure if that was the truth or not. “I've just been busy, it has nothing to do with either of you.” I'm the problem, you thought bitterly, unable to control my thoughts and feelings.

“Uh-huh,” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, I know Logan and I are close, but I promise it's not how you think. It used to be, but not anymore.”

“What?”

“Logan is very important to me, as a friend,” She emphasized the word. “He knows that, has for a while.”

“That hardly changes anything.” You said, sounding way more bitter than you intended. But it was the truth you supposed, you knew where you stood with him and that didn't change your feelings.

“Maybe not at first,” She agreed, grabbing one of the newly cleaned dishes and drying it, “But it's been a long time, and people move on.” You didn't say anything, so she continued. “He’s moved on.”

“And you would know that?”

“I would,” She answered surely, “Because I'm his friend, and he tells me things. Especially when he drinks.” She put away the dish and shot you a wink then looked around at the room. “Well, looks like the groceries are all done, so, i'll leave you to it.”

And then she left.

You stared after her, long after she was gone, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Later that night you were unable to sleep, laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Your mind was still reeling over Jean’s words.

He’s moved on.

And, alright. Maybe you had jumped to a couple of conclusions. Maybe they were just friends. Maybe he didn't like her like that anymore. But that didn't mean anything for you. Did it?

He’s worried about you.

You turned and buried your face in your pillow, groaning loudly. You weren't sure if that conversation made anything better or worse. All it did was confuse you. 

Logan was a pretty forward guy about almost everything, if he likes you as anything more than a friend, and that was a big if, you would know. Wouldn't you? 

Sitting up you looked at the clock on your nightstand. Three in the morning. You definitely aren't getting any sleep any time soon. Exiting your room as quietly as you could, you made your way to the kitchen, maybe eating something would help you sleep. 

The house was quiet, the only sound you registered was that of your bare feet on the wood floors. You saw light coming from the kitchen and even though you weren't up for dealing with anyone right now, you were already here so you continued.

Then you were faced with Logans back as he sat on the kitchen island nursing a beer. You stopped dead in your tracks, not fully registering the sight in front of you. It wasn't until he began to turn that you reacted and walked back a few paces and pressed your back against the wall. Heart hammering in your chest.

He didn't see you.

No way.

If you were very quiet you could slip away and he'd never-

“I know you're there bub, come out.” Fuck.

You weighed your options. And despite how tempting making a run for it was, it would definitely make things worse. Hesitantly, you took in a shaky breath and walked back to the kitchen door. He was still sitting, but now his body was turned to face you. His expression serious, making you unable to guess what he was thinking. 

He’s worried about you. Not the time.

“Hey…” You tried, and failed, to sound casual as you made your way in the kitchen, giving him a wide berth. 

“Hey.” He parroted, “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, you?” You weren't looking at him, just tried to be as natural as possible as you looked in the fridge, not really taking anything in. You needed to stop coming to the kitchen, it was becoming very dangerous as of late. 

He made a noise of agreement, but said nothing else. The silence was choking you, you could feel his eyes on the back of your head and suddenly everything Jean implied earlier today came rushing back to you. 

Grabbing a water bottle you closed the fridge carefully, then turned to leave and almost shrieked when you saw him standing right behind you, arms crossed as if he were contemplating something. He, like always, was looking up at you. The clear height difference between you two making you doubt everything you'd been considering after Jean’s conversation. Because even though Jean was a bit taller than him, and he'd still had feelings for her, you were quite a bit taller than both of them. And surely the exception he’d made for Jean’s height wouldn’t apply to such a stark difference.

“Everything okay?” You stuttered out clutching the water bottle to your chest, his gaze pinning you in place, keeping you between him and the fridge. The longer he stared the hotter your face got. Your heartbeat was so loud you were sure he’d be able to hear it even without his senses. 

“I was about to ask you the same,” He lowered his hands and took a step forward, making you step back with your bare back pressed to the cool metal of the fridge’s doors. “You've been avoiding me.” It wasn't a question, he was stating a fact, and the way he was looking at you was as if he was daring you to contradict him. You didn't. “Why?” His tone was gruff, almost demanding. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out. You looked away from him. 

That was apparently the wrong thing to do because he reached up and gently grabbed your chin for a moment to make you look at him again. You wondered how hot your face could get before it classified as a fever.

“Hey,” He said, as if making sure all your attention was on him. “What’d I do bub?”

“What?” 

“You've been avoiding me, must've done somethin’.”

“No-you didn't, I just-” You shook your head slightly and closed your mouth, afraid of what might come out. 

“You just, what?”

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, feeling embarrassed. 

“For what?”

You just shook your head, looking down at the floor. For what felt like forever you both stood there, paused. Then you heard him exhale. 

“If this is about Jean-” Before he finished pronouncing her name, you looked up at him in pure panic before you could school yourself. “So it is about her.” He smirked up at you and you didn't know how to feel about that. “Wondered if that was the case, guess I was right.” He stepped forward and placed both hands on the door of the fridge, caging you in.

“Logan?” You felt suffocated, and you weren't sure if that was good or bad. But before you could say anything else you felt one of his hands behind your neck, pulling you down to meet his lips. You gasped and he used that to quickly deepen the kiss, as if he only had this moment to do so before you'd disappear forever. 

You melted into him, his tongue exploring your mouth mercilessly. His other hand snaked down and squeezed your waist pulling you closer to him making you gasp. It wasn't until he bit your lip and the hold on the bottle you'd been holding loosened and fell to the floor with a loud thump that you broke apart.  Your breath was heavy, matching his, as you stared down at him. The hand on the back of your neck made its way down to join his other hand around your waist, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“Been wanting to do that for a while.” He said slowly, leaning in to nip at your collarbone.

“O-oh.” You gasped, hands resting on his chest as he continued to kiss at your neck. “I thought you liked Jean. I didnt think youd find me attractive.” He paused.

“Have to be blind not to.” One of his hands trailed down and gave your ass a squeeze.

“It's just,” You gasped as he continued to leave kisses and bites over your neck, “I'm taller than you.” 

“You are.” He said absentmindedly, not stopping either his kisses or his wandering hands. 

“Doesn't that bother you?”

“Should it?”

“I dont know.” You played with the fabric of his shirt nervously. He hummed as if considering your words.

“Does it bother you?”

“No!” You said quickly, shaking your head. “It’s just-most people do. So i thought-”

“How bout’ you ask me next time instead of ignoring me for two weeks?” He gave your ass another squeeze emphasizing his point, “Could’ve been doin’ this much sooner.” He muttered.

“O-okay.” You nodded.

“Good.” Was the last thing he said before bending down and hooking a hand behind your knees to carry you. The rudeness of the action made you giggle as he made his way through the mansion up to his room.

[taste-your-silhouette]

I want to dance on your body

Pairings: Damiano David xfem!reader

Contents: smut 

Summary: You and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.

Words: ~2192

A/N: Hi, hello and please, forgive me again if you come across any errors while reading. I recommend you to play Touch Me and just enjoying ✨

You and your best friend are strolling into the party of some badass celeb she knows, she's probably already mentioned the name a million times, but you ain't giving much of a damn, you just wanna hit up a party, grab a few drinks, and bust some moves. Have a blast and enjoy yourself!

As you and your friend make your way through the entrance, you exchange a sly grin while vibrant, trippy lights groove to the beat throughout the crib. Side by side, you advance towards the dance floor, and your friend chimes in:

"Alright, let's have a fucking blast tonight," she says with a grin, and a contagious smile spreads across your face as well.

You were both pumped for this party and ready to let loose and enjoy yourselves to the max.

In a split second, she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bar, where a bunch of peeps are lining up, ordering their go-to drinks, all geared up to hit the dance floor again. You step up to the bartender and request your ultimate drink, downing it in a single gulp before quickly ordering another shot and doing it all over again.

The drink ignites a fire within you, fueling you with energy and liquid courage to fully embrace the moment, without a care in the world. No worries, just pure enjoyment.

You and your friend head straight to the dance floor, grooving together to the sick beats. But before long, someone swoops in and starts getting their groove on with her, leaving you to your own devices. No biggie though, it doesn't faze you one bit. You keep on dancing as if the music is pumping right through your veins.

Eyes closed, you immerse yourself in the moment, feeling the heat of someone's body swaying alongside yours. Whoever it is, they sense your awareness and since you don't brush them off, they casually rest their hand on your waist, getting even closer in their moves. Your ass is the only thing touching him as you dance with a touch of sensuality right there on the dance floor. The electricity builds up as you grind with this mysterious dancer behind you, sending tingles down your spine.

You both bust some moves together for three consecutive songs, and it's as if you're in perfect harmony. The dance isn't just about showing off or impressing each other; it's about creating something extraordinary between you.

As the beats thump on, you suddenly hear his voice whispering in your ear, "Finally, someone who's up for it." 

It tempts you to ask what he means, but you decide against it. You don't want to risk blurting out something silly and ruining the magical vibe of what just went down. So, you simply let the moment linger, cherishing the mystery and excitement that swirls around you.

You sense the hint of a smile against your cheek, and it elicits a light-hearted chuckle from you. It's best to leave it at that and keep relishing in the night's pleasures.

You turn your gaze towards him, even though the lights make it difficult to see his face clearly. Nevertheless, you can tell that he's undeniably attractive (and damn, he can dance like nobody's business).

It's time to get another drink!

As you reach the bar, you order another drink, but this time you savor it slowly, relishing every drop of that boozy sting as it glides down your throat. The flavors dance on your tongue, creating a delightful sensation.

Before you're about to leave the bar, the stranger appears by your side once more, placing an order for two drinks. Now, with a clearer view of his face, you can't help but smile as your gaze locks onto his handsome features.

He returns the smile and pops the question:

"Care for another drink?"

You nod in agreement, and with that, you both exchange proper introductions. Skipping the dance floor this time, you snag two primo seats at the bar, engaging in a conversation that flows as if you've been pals for ages.

Damiano and you have reached a level where you're familiar with the key aspects of each other's lives. It's not something you typically do, spilling your guts to strangers, but under the influence of alcohol and with the enchantment Damiano has cast upon you, it feels natural to engage in heartfelt conversation.

He suggests, "How about finding a more quiet spot?"

The idea resonates with you, and you nod in agreement, intrigued by the prospect of finding a quieter place where you can continue this magical connection.

You flash him a mischievous smile and take hold of his hand, leading him away from the lively dance floor and the bustling bar. As you pass through the living room, your eyes catch sight of numerous unoccupied couches, and you can't resist the temptation. You abruptly halt, tugging on his hand to bring him to a stop, and in a matter of seconds, both of you find yourselves sprawled out on one of the cozy couches.

Damiano's hands be all up in his waist as you're locking lips in a way that has both of you gasping for breath, but you don't give a damn. You feel Damiano's hands on your thighs, giving them a tight squeeze as you continue kissing you, and you let out a moan, trying to catch your breath and satisfy the intense desire he's been arousing in you since you started dancing together.

"Allright?" he asks you.

You nod eagerly, craving his touch on every inch of your body, as his hand traces a path from your thigh to your clit.

"Holy crap," you moan, overcome with pleasure.

He slid your underwear aside, skillfully rubbing your clit at a tantalizingly slow pace. The way he teased you was driving you wild. You rested your head on his shoulder, attempting to conceal your flushed face while muffling your moans as best you could.

"Oh fuck," you whispered, the pleasure intensifying as he increased his pace, making it even more challenging to stifle your cries.

"It's okay, let go. Everyone's too drunk to notice us," he playfully remarked, a smirk playing on his lips.

His words gave you the permission you needed, and you couldn't help but release your moans. They weren't overly loud, but they would definitely catch the attention of anyone who wasn't lost in their own drunken haze.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine.

The fire inside you burned hotter and hotter, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. All sense of shame vanished, replaced only by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"I'm close!" you moaned, your voice filled with desperate need. And just as you uttered those words, the climax washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

"That was... amazing," you whispered, still catching your breath from the intensity of the experience.

He hinted at taking the rendezvous to his hotel for more privacy, and you could sense the anticipation building. He stood up, extending his hand towards you, and you eagerly took it, rising to your feet. Adjusting your dress, you both made your way out of the bustling party.

Upon arriving at his hotel room, he opened the door slowly, pulling you inside. As you stepped into the room, your eyes took in the sight of scattered papers on the king-size bed. Being a singer in a band, it was no surprise that he had been busy writing songs, the creative process evident in the disarray around you.

"Will you write a song about tonight?" you asked, a hint of anticipation in your voice. As the door closed and clicked, Damiano wasted no time. He swiftly unbuttoned his white shirt, discarding it onto the dresser.

"Probably," he replied, his gaze fixed on you as he moved closer. With a deft hand, he skillfully removed your dress, casting it aside without a second thought. Now, standing before him in nothing but your underwear, you felt a surge of confidence.

His eyes tracing over your body, and he couldn't help but confess:

"You look... amazing." His voice dripped with admiration and desire, fueling the intensity of the moment.

He placed his hands firmly on your hips, just as he had done earlier, and leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You reciprocated, savoring the taste of his lips, and instinctively placed your hands on his face, deepening the connection between you.

Feeling the intensity between you both, he reached down and firmly gripped one of your legs, lifting it up and resting it on his hip. The sensation heightened, and you could feel him more intimately. With a surge of desire, he broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and admiration and in a bold move, he swiftly switched his hold to your other thigh, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the wall. The rush of being carried and pinned against the solid surface added an exhilarating edge to the moment, intensifying the passion and desire that consumed you both.

You locked eyes with each other, the intensity building with each passing moment, until he couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to capture your lips in another passionate kiss. The room seemed to ignite with fervor as the kiss deepened, fueled by an overwhelming desire.

Both of you were breathless, your bodies craving more. With a sense of urgency, Damiano swept you off your feet and carried you to the edge of the bed, gently placing you there. He swiftly cleared the clutter of papers that had occupied the bed, letting them cascade to the floor, clearing the space for your intimate encounter.

As he turned his attention back to you, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. He leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper against your skin:

"You're so beautiful, you look like an angel." His hand caressed your face tenderly, tracing the contours with gentle affection.

You smirked mischievously, pulling him closer to you, your desire evident in your eyes. 

"I could say the same for you, but how about we go to heaven together?" You whispered seductively, your lips grazing his neck on her before playfully biting down.

In an instant, it seemed like something ignited within Damiano. He firmly gripped your neck, exerting a delicious control, and guided you down onto the bed. His lips trailed along your neck, seeking out your sweet spot, and when he found it, he indulged in it wildly. Leaving a trail of hickeys and bites in his wake for him, he marked you as his own for him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly as you let out soft moans of pleasure.

The intensity grew as Damiano skillfully removed your panties, unveiling your desires. The air crackled with anticipation as your bodies yearned for the connection that awaited them.

"Are you wet for me, huh?" He sensually bites his lip while locking eyes with you.

He moans in delight as he gently inserts his cock into your pussy, igniting waves of pleasure.

Bestowing upon you the most sublime ecstasy.

He moves his hips with deliberate grace, thrusting in and out, synchronizing your desires.

"Oh, fuck!" you passionately moan, your voice filled with pure bliss.

Damiano smirks, his confidence growing, and intensifies his rhythm, heightening your desire.

As you lose yourself in the throes of passion, your hand instinctively covers your mouth, but Damiano forcefully removes it, yearning to hear your euphoric symphony.

"No, I wanna hear you when you go to heaven, y/n," he whispers with fervor.

You affirm with a nod, surrendering to the divine pleasure that awaits you.

You moan Damiano's name as he intensifies the rhythm of his thrusts, causing your head to fall back onto his plush pillows.

"Oh, Damiano, I'm so close!" 

"Come, y/n, cum to me," he asserts, his voice laced with longing.

You struggle to hold back, determined to hear him plead, but his relentless stimulation of your spot makes it nearly impossible. The pleasure is simply too overwhelming.

"Come, y/n," Damiano groans, his voice filled with urgency.

You tighten your grip around him and succumb to the waves of ecstasy he elicits. As you reach the pinnacle of pleasure with him, he remains motionless, deeply embedded within you, his body collapsing onto yours, a resounding groan of your name escaping his lips.

The intensity of the moment consumes you, as he pours every ounce of himself into you, leaving you both utterly spent and satisfied.

You both were breathless and drenched in perspiration, your legs entwined with his.

"I wanna go to heaven with you again" Damiano whispers, his face inches away from yours.

You smile, gazing into their eyes, and you can see the unmistakable lust and desire reflected in him. You hope that he can also perceive the depth of your yearning and how much you desire the very same thing he does.

[annetastic1981a]

Annetastic's Cringefail Farmer Collection!

Featuring Harvey and @clarisinne 's original character, cringefail farmer (Clarice)

Dr. Harvey Ties The Knot (WC 393)

Together At Last (nsfw) (WC 2192)

Harvey's Birthday Surprise (WC 1237)

Many thanks to Clarisinne for letting me borrow her OC for these fics!

[ryanrosseveryday]

Day 2192

[cityof2morrow]

CDK: Security Set

Published: 9-14-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Cubic Dynamics by John B. Cube and Marcel Dusims forged the future with furnishings that were minimalist in design and maximalist in erudite pretension. Generations later, the company continues to produce edge-of-cutting-edge designs. Use the Cubic Dynamics Kitbash (Simmons, 2023-2024) collection to set up corporate, exposition, and office environments. Envisioned as an add-on to the Cubic Dynamics set (EA/Maxis, archived at GOS), it features minimalist and retro-futuristic objects. Find more CC on this site under the #co2cdkseries tag. Read the Backstory and ‘Dev Notes’ HERE. Use this  SECURITY SET to build screening checkpoints on lots where you keep precious goods, important sims, and big piles of money!

DETAILS All EPs/SPs. §See Catalog for Pricing | See Buy/Build Mode You need the Company Expo (Mesh Pack) set (Simmons, 2024) for TXTRs to show properly in game. ALL files with “MESH” in their name are REQUIRED. You also need Midge’s Custom Burglar Alarms Mod (2020) for the UAV Cam to work. Several objects in this series are oversized/offset. You may need to shift an objects upwards once to level it, and you may need “move objects” and “grid on/off” cheats to place them to your liking. When placing partitions/floating shelves and tables/desks/counters on the same tile, place the partition/shelves first. I recommend using this set with Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023), which includes Numenor’s fix for OFB shelves (2006), for easier use overall. ITEMS Desk (466 poly) Entrances 001-002 (204 poly) Fence (852 poly) SimSafety Scanner (1318 poly) SimSafety UAV Security Camera (2192 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) from SFS | from MEGA COMPATIBILITY AVOID DUPLICATES: The #co2cdkseries includes edited versions – replacements - for items in the following CC sets: 4ESF (office 3, other 1/artroom, other 2/build), All4Sims/MaleorderBride (miskatonic library, office, postmodern office), CycloneSue (never ending/privacy windows), derMarcel (inx office), Katy76/PC-Sims (bank/cash point, court/law school sets, sim cola machine), Marilu (immobilien office), Murano (ador office), Olemantinker, Reflex Sims (giacondo office), Retail Sims/HChangeri (simEx, sps store), Simgedoehns/Tolli (focus kitchen, loft office, modus office), ShinySims (modern windows), SH (reverie office, step boxes/shelving), Spaik (sintesi study), Stylist Sims (offices 1,2, & 3, Toronto set), Tiggy027 (wall window frames 1-10), Wall Sims (holly architecture, Ibiza). *The goal is to link the objects to the recolors/new functions in the #co2cdkseries without re-inventing the wheel! Credit to the original creators. CREDITS Thanks: ChocolateCitySim, HugeLunatic, Klaartje, Ocelotekatl, Whoward69, LoganSimmingWolf, Gayars, Ch4rmsing, Ranabluu, Gummilutt, Crisps&Kerosene, LordCrumps, PineappleForest. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik). SEE CREDITS (ALT)