#DECEMBER BABYYY

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ITS DA FIRST OF DA MONTH🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 23: Candlelight Character: Mozus Trein ------------------------------------------ The soft glow of candlelight was the only thing illuminating his dining room, the warm aroma of a home cooked meal made to perfection drew Lucius in from another room. Trein made himself comfortable at the head of the table, patting his lap to invite Lucius up. His weathered hand gently scratched at the scruff of his beloved cat as a look of longing took over his features. Trein reached out to the framed photo of his wife with his free hand, gently touching her cheek. If she were here, surely the girls would have called. Maybe they would even be at the table with him right now, laughing and telling him stories about how their lives were going, their hopes and plans for the future, but all he knew was uncertainty. He was fairly sure that was the only reason he was still alive. The unease of not knowing where his daughters were exactly, or what they were doing. He had never been all that demanding of them, always praised them for the effort they did put in, but somewhere along the line he must have messed up. Otherwise he would have gotten at least a text, surely, letting him know they were ok. While he wasn't super well versed in today's technology, he knew he had their numbers, knew he had tried calling, tried leaving voice messages, tried texting....he had put the effort out, but nothing in return. He still typed out a heartfelt message and hit send before laying his phone on the table. His food was getting cold, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. He sighed to himself yet again and pulled the picture of his late wife closer to him. Tears started to well up in his eyes as many of her features reminded him of their daughters, and the image of the four of them well engrained in his memory of holidays past.

[cherryblossomssmash]

Belated Happy Birthday Tsumu-baby!🎭

[strang3lov3]

Jingled Balls

What has four paws and ruins not only Joel’s Christmas, but his orgasm, too?

Alternatively, you and your cat stay with your dad’s best friend over Christmas.

Tags - dbf!joel, smut, age gap, unprotected piv, creampie, cunnilingus, JOEL JORKS IT IN THE SHOWER, sexual tension, blow jobs, rough/angry sex, first aid, Joel is all grumpy and the target of all sorts of misadventures including but not limited to cat claws in Joel's balls and his butt cheeks, cats pushing shit off of Joel's counter, destroying Joel's house, etc. Some mentions of blood and injury but it’s not bad, I promise. 6.8k words. A/N - this fic is based on a true story of real crimes that have been committed by my dear Gizmo. Names have been changed out of respect for the victims. @endlessthxxghts thank you for editing babyyy i'd be lost without ya

My submission for @beefrobeefcal’s festive failure! I hope everyone has a safe holiday!!

December 20

Joel twiddles his fingers as he waits by a row of empty seats at the baggage claim area of the Austin airport, trying not to pace. He got here too early, been waiting a couple hours for your flight to land. He just couldn’t sit still at home. Already twice cleaned the house top to bottom, fluffed the guest room pillows three times each. 

You. You’re staying with Joel this Christmas. It was a last minute thing; your family, well…they forgot about you. It wasn’t intentional, all accidental. Your parents offered up every and any extra amount of room they have to extended family and in doing so, gave away your old room. Whoops. 

And so Joel got a call from your dad, his best friend. Joel was supposed to spend Christmas with your family anyway, so your dad reached out to Joel to ask if he’d be willing to take you in while you visit Austin for the week. Joel, of course, didn’t hesitate to say yes. He’d do anything for you, the sweet little girl he watched grow up. He’s missed you a lot since you left home. 

Finally, there you are. He’d recognize your smile anywhere. You wave excitedly at Joel, doing your little jog to greet him. Joel takes long steps to meet you halfway, in total disbelief at how grown up you are. Where did the time go? It was only yesterday that you were barely tall enough to reach Joel’s waist, and that was standing on your toes. He remembers teaching you to ride a bike and cleaning up your scraped knees with hydrogen peroxide, and after he bandaged you up he’d let you punch him in the arm as hard as you could to make it square. Look at you now - a beautiful woman, all grown up. 

You set your carry-on on the ground and wrap your arms around Joel, squeezing him so fucking tight it steals the oxygen right from his lungs, not that he minds. But the way you kiss his cheek makes his skin burn and his heart pound harder.

“Joel,” you whisper excitedly, hugging him tighter.

Joel lets out a wheezy chuckle. “Hey, kiddo. I missed ya,” he tells you. “S’been too fuckin’ long.” 

“Indeed,” you agree. 

Joel notices the suitcases from your flight begin to come out on the conveyor belt and squeezes your side twice to alert you, “Better go grab your suitcase, hm?”

“Oh, yeah. Duh. Here–” you laugh, pulling away from Joel to bend down. You pick up your carry on and put it in Joel’s arms, and he grunts at the surprising weight. “Hold this. Be right back.”

Joel inspects the boxy bag you placed in his hands. He turns it to the side and behind a mesh screen are two big green eyes, all wide and untrusting. “Uhhh…” Joel murmurs, further inspecting as he raises an eyebrow. It’s a cat - black fur all puffed up, growling at Joel as its eyes dart left and right. The cat hisses at Joel, causing him to nearly drop the carrier. 

You greet Joel once more, this time with your suitcase rolling behind you. “Uh, hey. Who’s this?” Joel asks, suspicion lacing his tone. 

“Gizmo!”

“Huh. Gizmo.” The cat hisses again at Joel, startling him. “You didn’t tell me that Gizmo here would be a guest of mine.” 

“Oh, I know. I’m so sorry, Joel. It was all so last minute - I found out I was staying with you and then I called kitty daycare,” you begin explaining, Joel leading the way out of the airport and to his truck. He takes your suitcase and carries both that and the carrier. “And get this - they told me they wouldn’t allow me to board Gizmo because he was too bad the last time. Can you believe that?”

“Yeah, how ‘bout that,” Joel mumbles, not so surprised.

“I know. It’s bullshit. But don’t worry about Gizmo, Joel. You won’t even know he’s there.”

“M’not really a cat person, you know,” Joel says. “Pretty sure I’m allergic to the bastards, actually.” 

Joel puts your luggage in the backseat of his truck, then opens the door for you to get in the passenger side. “Watch your step,” he warns, giving you his hand as you slide in. Joel closes the door, rounds the front of his truck and joins you, promptly starting the vehicle. The loud engine makes Gizmo cry. 

“So…” Joel begins, turning onto the busy highway. “How’s it all going? How’s work and whatnot?”

“Good,” you answer. “I don’t know. You know - work’s work. You?”

“Yeah, I hear that,” Joel replies. “Work’s work and Tommy’s…Tommy.” His joke earns him a little giggle from you. “What else is new? Got a boyfriend?” You give Joel a look, and he shrugs. “What?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, old man?” you tease, talking over Gizmo’s crying. “No, I do not. What about you, Joel, do you have a boyfriend?”

“Cute. Yeah, I do actually. Your father.” Another giggle. Joel laughs too, and he has to fight himself to keep his eyes on the road. You just look so fucking beautiful. 

Gizmo whines some more, and Joel looks both irritated and concerned. “It’s okay, Gizmo,” you coo, reaching back to touch his carrier, though the effort does little to soothe him. Joel’s truck chimes when you unbuckle your seatbelt and throw your torso over the front seat, your ass right next to Joel’s head makes him cough and clear his throat. 

“What the f-”

Thump. You land in the backseat and open Gizmo’s carrier to pet him and calm him. “It’s alright, Giz- oh, Gizmo, did you have an accident?” Joel’s mouth drops as his eyes dart frantically between the road ahead and the rearview mirror to watch you in the backseat. He’s got a bad taste in his mouth about this.  

Now at home, Joel listens to the awful sounds of Gizmo wailing and your shrieks as you bathe the cat after his accident. He had to clean the backseat of his truck, but he didn’t tell you that. When you’re done washing Gizmo, you wrap him in one of Joel’s nicer towels, the one he set aside for you. 

It’s evening when you come downstairs, clutching your soggy cat in his towel. You’re already in your pajamas, and Joel’s at the door paying the delivery person for the pizza he took the liberty of ordering. 

“Ooh, is that pizza?”

“Sure is. Plain cheese and pepperoni. Sit down, I’ll serve ya,” Joel says. “What would you like?”

“Cheese. Please and thank you.”

You smile as you sit down on Joel’s couch, scratching Gizmo’s damp little head as he purrs happily in your arms. With hands full with plates and cans of pop, Joel makes a disgusted sort of face as you kiss Gizmo’s nose. “Here,” he says, handing you a plate. Gizmo hops off of your lap. 

“Thank you.” You take a can of pop from Joel as well, cracking it open as Joel sits right next to you. He turns the TV on, Die Hard already a quarter through on whatever channel his TV was set to. It’ll do. 

You and Joel eat pizza together, talking here and there until the conversation fades away and only pizza crust remains on your plates, which are haphazardly set on the coffee table in front of you. At some point, you’ve slid closer to Joel, now pressed against his side with your head resting on his shoulder, dozing off to sleep. He smiles warmly, you poor thing. All worn out after a long day of travel. He doesn’t mind being your pillow.

Scrrraatchk, skrecht. Joel hears the odd, rhythmic noise of…something. “Hey, hon–” Joel wiggles his shoulder. “What’s that noise?”

“Mm?”

“That sound, it’s–”

Out of the corner of his eye, Joel catches Gizmo scratching on his leather recliner - his favorite recliner ever. La-Z-Boy just doesn't make them like they used to. “Oh, god bless it. The fuckin’ cat’s scratchin’ on my chair.”

“Oh, shit. Psst,” you whisper, patting the couch to get Gizmo’s attention, who gives you and Joel that deer in the headlights look. “Knock it off. You know better than that, baby,” you scold in the sweetest, most indulgent tone. Joel rolls his eyes. This is getting old already. “Sorry, Joel. He’s just nervous, trying to make himself feel at home.” 

“Mm,” Joel grumbles. “You know, this is exactly why people get their cats declawed. You never considered that for Heathcliff there?”

“No,” you deadpan. “It’s inhumane.” 

Joel raises his hands in surrender, then eyes Gizmo as he walks around the perimeter of the living room, stopping to sniff and bat at Joel’s Christmas tree. “Watch him,” he warns, voice dripping with irritation. 

You smack his arm. “Oh, relax, old man. He’s not gonna do anything. Pretty tree, though.” 

“Thanks. Decorated it myself.” 

“I can tell. It’s missing ornaments in the back,” you tease. Joel rolls his eyes, though unoffended. “Still. It’s nice to be around a Christmas tree. I don’t have one this year.” 

“You don’t?”

“Mm-mm. Gizmo’s too naughty.” 

Joel turns to look at you, baffled by your cognitive dissonance. He just shakes his head, and you go right back to almost-snuggling him. 

Gizmo loses interest in Joel’s Christmas tree and continues making his rounds, checking out the window and pawing at the blinds, which makes Joel cringe. Before Joel can say anything you shiver, tucking yourself closer into his side. “You cold, kiddo?”

“A little. But I’m fine.” 

“Bullshit.” Joel nudges you away from him so he can get up, then pulls a blanket from a basket on the floor. It’s one of those fleece tie blankets, with the repeated logo of the Dallas Cowboys patterned on one side, plain navy on the other. You made this blanket for him, actually. Years and years ago. It’s his favorite - used to be soft at one point, but it’s all scratchy and worn now, well-loved by Joel. He drapes it over his lap and holds one end up, inviting you to get cozy underneath it. But before you do, Gizmo jumps on Joel’s lap. “Awwwh,” you murmur, smiling warmly at your cat. “He stole the blanket.” 

“Yeah, but s’alright. We’ll jus’ move him,” Joel says, reaching for Gizmo. 

“No, no, he’s fine,” you insist, petting Gizmo’s back. “I think he likes you.” 

“Oh, great,” Joel says sarcastically. Gizmo curls up happily on Joel’s lap, kneading the blanket right over Joel’s crotch, which is an uncomfortable sensation. Joel winces and grunts when Gizmo paws his balls. “Watch it, you little shit.” 

“Be nice,” you scold, swatting Joel in the arm.

“Uh-huh.”

You and Joel finish the movie and start another, all with Gizmo sleeping happily on Joel’s lap. At some point, you’ve curled yourself up and are now sleeping on your side, feet pressed against Joel’s thigh. “Alright. Time for you to fuck off.” Joel pushes Gizmo off his lap, earning a disgruntled meow from the cat. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, shooing him away before pulling the fleece blanket over your sleeping form. “If it were up to me, you’d be sleepin’ in the garage. So don’t you wake her,” he warns, wagging a finger in Gizmo’s direction. “Asshole.” 

December 21

A bit of golden light peeks through Joel’s curtain, gently waking him up. He yawns and checks his digital alarm clock, though he can barely make out the time. Meh. It’s sunrise, whenever that is. 

You’re probably still sleeping, Joel guesses, so he’ll grab the first shower. If you’re anything like when you were younger - and you are - if Joel doesn’t shower first, he’ll never get any hot water. He doesn't understand your unique inability to ever shower under 45 minutes, but he can work around it. 

Groaning, springs squeaking with his shifting weight, Joel gets out of bed. He takes lazy, heavy steps toward the bathroom, hair sticking up in six different directions with bags under his deep brown eyes. He turns on the water and lets it warm up for a moment, grunting as he tugs his boxers down his thighs, erection slapping against his tummy. He’s hard as a fucking rock - morning wood. 

You. You shouldn’t be in his head, but you are. Joel dreamed of you all last night, doing all sorts of filthy things with you, to you. It’s probably nothing - you’re a pretty girl, and Joel’s not gotten laid in however long. Biology. Inappropriate. Wrong. But biology, nonetheless. 

Joel steps into the tub, facing the showerhead. He wets his hair, water trickling down his broad, freckled shoulders. He first scrubs his hair using some 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, tangling his fingers in the sudsy strands, then rinses and finger-combs his hair back. Next, he grabs a bar of soap and lathers it in a rag, washing over the broad planes of his chest, his soft tummy, all down his legs, then rinses and wrings out the rag. 

His left hand on the wall, right hand palms his cock. Joel wraps his fingers around himself, sliding his hand all the way down, squeezing the base of his shaft. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers, dragging his hand back up. 

Joel fucks his fist with abandon, and in his head, he’s picturing you. “Oh goddamn, kiddo,” he moans, eyes squeezed shut. Your eyes are all big and wide with your mouth full of his cock, drooling down his shaft and onto his balls. Or you’re on top of him, hands on his chest as you fuck yourself on his cock. He’s behind you, big hands gripping your waist as he pounds against your ass, leaning over you to lick and taste the skin between your shoulder blades. 

With his eyes closed as he pumps his cock, what Joel doesn’t see is Gizmo. Gizmo, wedged between the shower curtain and the liner, sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, tail swinging wildly back and forth. His pupils are big as droplets of water roll down the clear liner. 

Joel’s dick is red and throbbing, his cheeks are flushed pink as he approaches orgasm. “Fu- oh,” he pants, quickly reaching for his damp washrag. He bites the fabric to quiet his noises of pleasure. His brow knits together, the wrinkles on his face handsomely defined as he grimaces when his cock begins to throb. He’s about to fall over the edge when it’s all ruined - a sharp pain in his ass cheek, dragging down his flesh. “AHHH!” Joel screams in both shock and agony, looking for the source of his pain. 

Of fucking course - Gizmo. Gizmo, with his little, fuzzy arm raised high, claws poking through the shower liner and right into Joel’s ass. He’s squirming, stuck like that of course, go figure. “Get the fuck out of here you fuck-” Joel yells, violently shaking the shower curtain. Gizmo sprints out of the shower and around the bathroom in circles, anxiously pawing for any way out. “God fuckin’ - SHIT,” he rages, stomping out of the tub sopping wet and inadvertently kicking Gizmo with every step he takes. Joel frantically opens the bathroom door, wet hands slipping on the handle. “Scram, you fuckin’ asshole,” he spits, watching Gizmo slip out of the bathroom. 

“JOEL?!” 

Gizmo jumps right into your arms, and Joel gawks at you. 

“What did you fucking do to my cat?”

“What did I do?” Joel seethes. “He clawed my fuckin’ ass cheek!” 

Joel can’t believe his eyes. You’re shooting him dirty looks as you kiss Gizmo’s little head, and Gizmo’s headbutting your face in return. He rubs his cheeks on your nose and curls his furry little body into yours, and you pout as you soothe him. “Yeah, sure. Worry about the cat. I’m fuckin’ fine, I guess,” Joel bites, catching a glimpse of a small amount of blood running down his thigh from his ass. 

Joel shuts the door then, and gets back into the shower. He washes the scratch with soap and water, wincing at the sting. When he’s done with his shower - and only his shower, as it’s now too late for him to make himself come, Joel apologizes to you for losing his temper. 

“Well, don’t apologize to me, Joel. Apologize to him.”

Joel pauses, jaw twitching, balling his hands into fists as he glares at Gizmo purring contentedly in your lap. “Sorry.” It’s the most painful, undeserved apology he’s ever had to make.

Between the holidays and your cat, Joel can already tell it’s gonna be a long fucking week. 

December 22

Joel’s current job site isn’t too far from home, so instead of eating a packed sandwich in his truck, he decides to come home one afternoon to make himself something for lunch.

He enters his house through the garage and sees you napping peacefully on his couch, snoring ever so quietly. Your lips are pouting, drooling a little onto his leather couch as the TV plays at a low volume. Joel chuckles quietly, shaking his head. It makes Joel happy to see you comfortable like that, so at home at his house. 

He strolls into the kitchen and opens his refrigerator, grabbing some lunch meat and cheese. He tosses them onto the counter, then grabs a jar of mayonnaise and a loaf of bread sitting on top of the refrigerator, sets those down too. Joel grabs a plate, and when he turns back around, Gizmo’s on the counter. 

“Get down from there,” Joel hisses, shooing away the cat. “Go on, git.” 

Gizmo blinks at him nonchalantly, which pisses Joel off. He knows that fucking cat speaks English. So Joel takes the liberty to shove Gizmo off of the counter, Gizmo landing on all fours with a thump and a discontent meow. “Yeah, shut up. Overgrown fuckin’ rodent.” 

Joel pulls two slices of bread from the loaf and opens the jar of mayonnaise, spreading a thin layer on each piece. He moves the jar out of the way and begins assembling his sandwich, and Gizmo hops right back onto his spot on the counter to stare at Joel.

“Oh, you little…” Joel whispers, trailing off and shaking his head. Joel cuts his sandwich on the diagonal, then begins making another - for you, of course. You always told Joel sandwiches taste better when he makes them. You’re a master fucking manipulator, with Joel wrapped tightly around your finger. 

Gizmo reaches for the cheese. “Don’t even think about it, shithead,” Joel gruffs, swatting his paw away. “The sandwich is for her. Not. You.” 

Joel puts your sandwich in a little baggy and places it in the refrigerator before writing a note for you on a post-it. When he returns to the counter, Gizmo’s surreptitiously dipping his paw into the mayonnaise. “Hey!” Joel snaps, “Get yer filthy goddamn mitts outta there.” 

December 23

It’s late at night when Joel wakes up to a horrible suffocation. His eyes fly open and his heart pounds with the heavy weight on his chest, and in his hypnagogic state, he begins to panic. Fuck, he’s having a heart attack. Confused and scared, he tosses his body with the little strength he has, and that’s when he feels it - two paws rhythmically pressing into his chest, a low purr. 

Gizmo. 

“Get the fuck off of me,” Joel whispers, pushing Gizmo off his chest. 

Gizmo makes a little mrrp noise on the floor, then leaves. Joel rolls his eyes and tosses onto his stomach, then tries to drift off to sleep. 

But he can’t. Joel’s up now, as there’s nothing like a middle of the night panic to jolt the nervous system wide awake. So Joel groans softly as he sits up in bed, yanking the blankets off his body. He takes slow, sleepy steps out of his room and down the stairs, grabbing himself a glass from the cabinet above the sink. “Fuckin’ cat,” he mumbles quietly as he fills the glass with some water. Joel takes a few sips, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of his house. In his living room, he can see some ornaments are strewn across the floor, lights pulled off the branches of his Christmas tree. As if on cue, Gizmo brushes up against Joel’s leg. “I know what you did, you motherfucker,” Joel grumbles, gently pushing Gizmo away with his foot. Joel sets the glass of water down, then makes his way to the living room. 

He first puts the lights back on the tree, and then he gathers the ornaments and places them back on the branches. 

Skrrrch.

Joel looks back to see Gizmo on the counter, nudging Joel’s glass along the surface with a gentle bat of his paw, inching it closer and closer to the edge. “HEY,” Joel whisper-yells, warning the cat, “I fuckin’ dare ya, cat. Jus’ watch what happens.” 

Gizmo makes direct eye contact with Joel as he pushes it off, and it lands with that signature, awful sound of broken glass.

“God bless it.” 

Joel stomps over to Gizmo, who frantically jumps down off the counter and skitters off into another room. Joel chases him down and turns on a light, then corners him and grabs his little body. He cradles the squirming, whining cat and inspects all four paws to make sure he didn’t step on any glass, then tosses him back onto the floor, where Gizmo then runs up the stairs and into Joel’s guest room to join you in a peaceful slumber. 

Joel sweeps up the broken glass, defeated. 

December 24

Joel’s off work for both Christmas Eve and Christmas day, so finally, he gets to spend some time with you. He’s in his pajamas making eggs and toast for you at the stove, and you’re at the kitchen table, sipping on the orange juice Joel poured for you. “Vitamin C,” he’d said. “S’good for ya.” 

Joel plates your eggs, done just how you like them, and butters your toast. “Here ya are, darlin’,” he murmurs, setting down both yours and his plates at the table. 

“Thank you, Joel,” you smile. Gizmo’s weaving in and out between your feet on the ground. With the side of your fork, you cut off a small bite of your eggs and drop it on the ground, smiling at the way Gizmo darts out to eat it. Joel just watches, completely dumbfounded. 

“You and that cat,” he sighs. “You know, he’s been causin’ me all sorts ‘a trouble all week.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that,” you argue, leaning down to scratch Gizmo between his ears. 

“Well, you should, ‘cause he’s the fuckin’ devil. Broke a glass last night.” 

“Did not.”

“Did too. An’ he’s been fuckin’ with my tree,” Joel adds.

You roll your eyes. “It’s just a little cat, Joel. Are you being bullied by a tiny little cat?”

“As a matter ‘a fact, yes. I am.” 

You and Joel spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching Christmas episodes of sitcoms together. Joel has you wrap his presents, claiming it’s what you owe him for allowing you and your devil cat to stay. 

In the late afternoon, you and Joel get ready to go to your parents’ house for Christmas Eve dinner. Joel wears a dark green flannel and runs a comb through his hair, and you put on a nice dress, one that hugs your curves beautifully. 

You knock twice on his bedroom door. “Joel?”  

“Yeah, kiddo. C’mon in.” 

“Just wondering if you can zip me,” you ask quietly, spinning around for Joel to pull the zipper up your dress. 

“Can do,” he answers. He puts a hand on your waist and tugs the zipper all the way up, then smoothes out the fabric. “Y’look beautiful,” he tells you. “Know that?”

“Joooel,” you murmur bashfully, elongating his name. 

“I mean it,” Joel says, spinning you around and pushing a bit of hair out of your eyes with his pinky finger and smiling at you, which makes you all flustered. Joel clears his throat then, ushering you out of his room and down the stairs. “M’nervous about leavin’ that cat of yours all alone, you know. If we get home from this and that asshole destroyed my fuckin’–”

You squeeze Joel’s arm. “Relax,” you tell him, but your words do little to soothe the man. The whole time at dinner, all Joel can talk with your parents about is how awful Gizmo is. All the trouble he’s caused, and how you think the little bastard can do no wrong. “Your daughter feeds him,” Joel tells your dad, watching your reaction. You scoff and roll your eyes. “Right from her plate.” 

The night comes and goes, much like it always does. Christmas comes so much faster than it ever used to, and it doesn’t last as long. Joel drives you both home and to Joel’s surprise, his house is in one piece. But not the present he got you. 

“Goddamn it,” Joel grumbles, seeing the gift bag he left under his tree for you in shreds. He picked out a little black cat ornament for you, and thought you’d like it. He put some cat treats in the bag too. Go fucking figure that Gizmo ruins it. 

You help Joel clean up the mess of shredded paper and plastic, all the cat treats are, of course, eaten. “Fuckin’ cat’s probably pukin’ in my bed,” Joel gruffs. 

You put your ornament on Joel’s tree and squeeze his shoulder sympathetically. “You’re thoughtful,” you tell him. 

Joel smiles with his lips pressed together. He’s so ready for this week to be over. He’ll miss you - god, will he miss you when you’re gone, but he will not miss your asshole fucking cat. “How ‘bout another Christmas movie, hm?”

“Yeah,” you agree, smiling. 

“M’takin’ requests. Got any?” Joel opens his entertainment center cabinet to show you his array of DVD’s, the Christmas movies all already set out. 

“This one.” You tap the Bad Santa DVD case. “‘Cause he’s hot.” 

“Who is? Billy Bob Thornton?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smirking. 

Joel makes a disgusted face and gives you a look, but puts the movie in the DVD player anyway. Some of the vulgar jokes make Joel blush, which is uncomfortable for him and entertaining for you. 

When the movie’s over, it’s time to go to bed. For real, too. You and Joel have to be at your parents’ house again in the morning and will likely spend the entire day there, getting no alone time or space from anyone. Joel bids you goodnight and kisses you on the cheek, then heads to the bathroom for a night time shower. He doesn’t wanna fight you for it in the morning. 

Joel keeps only the night light on in the bathroom. He’s exhausted, eyes are dry and stinging with tiredness. He pulls off his t-shirt, unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans and boxers down his legs together, then toes off his socks, yawning as he scratches his balls. In a sleepy haze, Joel gets into the tub and turns on the shower. 

He’s met with that sharp, awful, excruciating pain of claws in his skin, only it’s not in his thighs. Not in his ass. 

His fucking balls. Your cat’s claws are in Joel’s balls, and dragging down his sack. Joel feels like puking as it happens, and at the same time he’s being blasted with cold water as Gizmo panics and scratches his body further. It’s like a cartoon, when two characters fight and it’s just pure chaos - a cloud of screaming and other concerning noises, concerning noises that startle you awake.

“FUUUUUUCK!!” Joel yells, scrambling to get out of the tub. He clutches his scrotum and wraps a towel haphazardly around his waist, feeling dizzy as he bleeds into his palm. “Fuck - y–” 

You fly out of bed and sprint to the bathroom, where Gizmo is clawing at the bottom of the door. “Joel?” you knock frantically. “Joel!”

Joel unlocks the door and Gizmo sprints out, soaking wet and leaving a path of water droplets in his wake. Joel’s white as a fucking ghost. “Joel?”

“H- he-” Joel can’t even get the words out. Still holding his towel in place, Joel checks the palm of his hand and sees a mess of crimson. “Oh my god,” he says with a weakened voice. 

“Joel, what the fuck? What happened?!” 

Joel shakes his head, vision going spotty as he waddles to his bedroom and sits on the bed. You follow him, shutting the door behind you and turning the light on in his room. “Joel.” 

Joel says nothing, only peeks slightly at his crotch. He does his best to protect his modesty with you there but fuck, he’s gonna faint. And unfortunately, you might see more than you should, should that happen.

“Did he scratch you?” Joel only nods, swallowing thickly. “Okay, alright. Where’s your first aid stuff?”

“Bathroom vanity,” Joel chokes out. 

You hurry to the bathroom and grab Joel’s first aid kit, then return quickly to him. 

Joel has a strong stomach, however, the sight of his mangled scrotum is too much for his heart to take. If he looks, he might puke and faint and that’ll make everything worse. “You gotta do it,” he tells you, urgency in his voice. “I can’t look. Cat fuckin’ butchered me. I’m a eunuch.”

“Okay, okay,” you whisper, sitting beside Joel. You take his hand in yours, the one that’s clutching his towel shut. He’s shaking, trembling, and you move it to the side so you can open his towel. 

“I’m gonna be sick,” Joel says. 

“You’re fine,” you reply calmly, though in all honesty you’re pretty nervous too. “I’m gonna open up your towel, okay?”

“Yeah, go ‘head and do it. M’so sorry, kid. Jesus christ,” Joel groans. He leans back so that he’s laying flat on the bed, palms pressed into his eyes as his tummy rises and falls with panicked breaths. 

You open the towel and asses the injuries. 

It’s not bad. 

Really. 

It’s not. But you still wouldn’t trade places with Joel, right now. There’s quite a few scratches here and there, some deeper and longer than others. Nothing a little cleanup and some antibiotic ointment can’t fix. “Okay, Joel. I’m gonna be right back, I need to get a soapy rag.” Joel gives you a weak thumbs up. 

You run the water on warm and lather a clean rag with some soap, then return to Joel to wash the scratches. “Might sting,” you tell him, dragging the rag gently over his sack. You do your best to remain professional or something of the sort, to ignore how Joel’s cock thickens at your touch. His thick thatch of hair spattered around the base of his dick, gray, wiry hairs sprinkled amongst the brown. He’s thicker than you would have guessed, longer too, curved so beautifully. And his thighs - gorgeous, toned. Belly is soft, arms are strong. He’s gorgeous, all laid out like this.

Joel’s…Joel is feeling every emotion. Embarrassment, because his best friend’s daughter is between his thighs and carefully tending to his lacerated balls. Rage, because her fucking shithead cat is the reason he’s in this predicament. Aroused, because he’s only a man, and you’re too fucking pretty for him to not get hard from your touch. 

“Are you doing okay, Joel?” you whisper.  

“Ask me later.” Joel wipes some sweat from his brow. “Sorry about the…my…uh…”

“It’s fine,” you assure him. “Didn’t know you were hung like that, Joel.” 

“Jesus Christ, kid, don’t say shit like that.” 

You stifle your laughter as you toss the rag to the side, the bleeding now stopped. You unscrew the cap of some Neosporin, then squeeze a generous amount onto your fingertip. 

“I’m gonna touch you,” you warn. “Just some Neosporin. Okay?”

Joel nods. “Go for it.” He clears his throat when you touch his shaft, moving it slightly out of the way so you can dab the ointment on his scratches. Fuck, he’s struggling to conceal his moans and his stuttered breathing. 

Gizmo hops on the bed then, and headbutts Joel’s bicep. 

“Get that goddamn cat away from me before I put him through the fuckin’ wall,” Joel seethes. 

You don’t push. You know Joel means business, and Gizmo really did fuck up this time. “Psst, Gizmo. Get down. Leave Joel alone,” you whisper, swatting Gizmo onto the floor. “Gizmo’s really sorry,” you murmur, still rubbing ointment onto Joel’s balls. “He didn’t mean to, Joel. He must’ve thought—”

Joel holds up a hand to stop you. “Don’t. Jus’ don’t.”

“Okay,” you whisper. You lift Joel’s ballsack to see if you missed any scratches, but you didn’t. “You’re all done, Joel.”

Joel scoffs, and you stroke his thigh soothingly to calm him. He says nothing, only collects his breathing. His cock is still achingly hard, a pearly, pretty bead of precum at the tip. 

It’s a risk, but you take it anyway. You lean down and press a kiss right against his ballsack, conscious to avoid any scratches inflicted by Gizmo. 

“Woah, woah, woah-”

“Shhh,” you whisper. “Do you want this?”

“Yeah, but-”

“But nothing.” You kiss Joel’s sack all over as much as you can, and once you’ve exhausted that, you kiss up his hard shaft. “I’m kissing it better.” 

You lick up the length of Joel’s shaft, then circle your tongue a few times around the tip. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you rest the other on his tummy. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Joel sighs, voice dripping with relief as his hips thrust up, almost as if to chase your mouth. He sits up and reaches for your head, softly dragging his nails over your scalp rhythmically. “You’re a good girl.”

You take his tip into your mouth, working your way down his cock to take him fully inside. Joel tastes salty, sweaty, heady and so masculine, just like you always imagined, and it makes you wet. And you, with your warm and wet and inviting mouth, Joel’s imagination didn’t come close to mimicking this. You bob your head up and down his shaft, bouncing your nose into his pubic hair. 

“Jus’ like that,” Joel grunts. “Attagirl.” 

His words only worsen your growing arousal, and you can feel yourself making a mess of your panties. You fuck Joel’s cock with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and spitting down his shaft and your knuckles. 

Joel pulls your head away from his cock. “Wait a second,” he tells you. “Wanna look at the mess you’re makin’,” he mumbles, admiring the slick, wet mess of your saliva on his cock. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he murmurs, then pushes you back down onto his cock. 

Joel thrusts into your mouth a bit harshly, though maintaining a certain gentleness to it. He ruts into your mouth, grunting your name as you drool on him, just as he pictured before. 

You reach into your skirt and pull your panties to the side, the cotton is all but soaked with your wetness. Dragging a finger up and down your folds, you moan onto Joel’s cock, sending vibrations down his shaft. 

“Whatcha doin’ there, kiddo?” he rasps. 

“Nothing,” you murmur, pressing kisses against his dick. 

“Sure don’t look like nothin’. C’mere.” Joel pulls you close to him and tugs the zipper of your back down your dress, then helps you out of it. He unclasps your bra and pulls your soaked panties down your legs, clutching them in his fist before shoving them behind his pillow. 

In a swift motion that has you yelping excitedly, Joel flips you on your back, the bed beneath you warm with his body heat. Joel settles between your thighs and pushes your knees back toward your chest. “Yeah, s’it. This what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, settling into his pillows. Joel’s hot breath fans over your hot, pulsing sex as he places his large, meaty hands on the backs of your thighs. Fuck, the way you smell has Joel’s head spinning, dizzy with lust. He presses kisses against your inner thighs first, working his way toward your center where he kisses sloppily over your clit. 

“Makin’ a mess of my sheets, y’know that, kid?” Joel teases, admiring the puddle of arousal you’re dripping onto his bed. He feels the heat of your cunt radiating against his face, inviting him in. He squeezes the meat of your thighs as he licks one long stripe up your pussy, then rubs your skin in circles with his thumbs. 

With a flattened tongue, Joel continues licking, rounding your clit before repeating the motion. He memorizes your folds, your taste, your scent. You moan his name and clutch his head against your cunt, your wordless plea for more. 

“I’ll give ya more, sweetheart. I know what you want,” he says, tongue now circling your entrance before dipping inside to taste you. He drags his tongue back up and flicks it up and down over your clit. Urgently, you tug on his graying, dark curls, pleasure blooming in your gut. You’re soaking his face as your climax approaches, thighs twitching beneath his palms. “Joel, Joel, Joel,” you chant. 

“Let go, darlin’.”

You’re about to come when -

CRASH

It’s a loud, thundering crash, the sound of broken glass and heavy objects hitting the floor. Joel growls against your pussy and violently punches the bed on either side of you before tearing himself away from your cunt and stomping downstairs with a renewed anger for your cat. 

“I swear to fuckin’ Christ,” he fumes, seeing the mess Gizmo, of course, made. You’re right behind Joel, your jaw dropped in shock. 

Ornaments all over the floor, some shattered and others still in one piece. The Christmas tree is somehow in two pieces - god only knows how gizmo managed to do that. The Christmas lights are strewn all over the place and there’s your precious cat, tangled up in the mess. Joel seethes as he makes his way toward Gizmo to free him of the lights, “You get the fuck outta here,” he hisses. 

“It was an accident!”

Joel turns around, chest heaving with his angry breaths. “Not another fuckin’ word,” he says, grabbing you by the arm and forcing you over the leather recliner. Joel laughs without humor when he sees that it’s been further scratched by Gizmo.

He parts your legs with his foot, then lines up with your slick hole and enters you in one swift thrust, the action both mind-splittingly painful and pleasurable. 

“Joel,” you moan, reaching behind yourself to grab at his thigh as he sets a quick, brutal pace. 

“You are…” he starts, “Never…bringing…that fucking cat…here…ever again,” Joel pants, fucking you with anger. “Do you fuckin’ understand me?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper, voice muffled with your face pressed into the chair. 

Joel draws out of you all the way, admiring your milky arousal glistening on his cock underneath the glow of the ruined Christmas lights. He plunges back in, then fucks you harshly. He draws in and out of you so quickly and steadily, the head of his cock brushing over your g-spot with each of his thrusts. “Fuck,” he grunts, pulling you by your hips onto his cock repeatedly. 

He breathes loudly through his nose, fucking fuming with rage as he uses your cunt to relieve himself of the stress you - yes, you caused him. That cat may be Satan’s spawn but he’s still yours. You are responsible for this.

Pleasure builds quickly in you, and Joel can tell. He leans over you to press his fingers against your clit; he doesn’t even have to move them to make you come. Just the pressure and the motion of his rough fucking is enough to send you over the edge, pussy pulsing and gushing on Joel’s stiff cock, making a mess of him.

Joel pulls you against his chest and bites your ear as he pounds into you, chasing his own orgasm. His balls tighten and his body tenses before release, and then he’s spilling into you, spurting milky white ropes of his hot come inside you. “Fuck, goddamn,” he grunts, fucking himself through his climax. When he’s finished, he pulls out of you unceremoniously, your combined arousal spilling onto the ground. What’s another fucking mess to clean up.

Joel rounds the chair and plops onto the couch, pulling you down with him. You yelp as you fall but he catches you in his strong arms and hugs you close against his body, kissing your forehead and cheeks. “I fuckin’ hate that cat,” he tells you, panting. 

Gizmo mrrps then and jumps onto Joel’s lap with you, walking over both of your bodies to greet Joel specifically, bunting Joel’s face as he purrs. 

“He’s really sorry,” you giggle. 

“Yeah, m’sure.” Joel surprises you both and brings a hand to Gizmo’s face, gently petting his head. “I mean it,” Joel warns. “Never. Again.” 

IF YOU ENJOYED!!! Please leave me a comment or say something nice in your reblog, or send me an ask ♡ i love when you make this blog feel like a community ily. ty so much <3 <3 <3

[maxverstappendefender]

winter wishes // ln4 smau

description: girlfriend!reader x ln4 go on a ski trip that takes an even better than expected turn

tw: none that i know of

a/n: i hope you all had an amazing christmas (if you celebrate)! i don't own any photos used. part of my december fic series called winter in the fast lane

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winter in the fast lane masterlist

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youruser: snow trip = in progress... teaching lando to snowboard = fail

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maxfewtrell: HE ATE ITTTT

↳ youruser: absolute highlight of the trip

↳ martingarrix: he was so cocky before too lmao

↳ landonorris: i do not feel safe here.

↳ user1: someone save lando

landonorris: damn, had to out me like that?

↳ youruser: i still love you bby

↳ user2: they're so cute

↳ user3: when will it be my turn

user4: the second photo just called me single

↳ user5: same

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landonorris: ski trip 2k24

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youruser: aww you and martin in the first photo!!

↳ martingarrix: me and my man!!

↳ landonorris: excuse you martin

↳ user6: they should be fighting for yn, not each other

↳ user7: literally.

maxfewtrell: where am i in this dump?!

↳ landonorris: not here.

↳ user8: ouch

user9: his own girlfriend not being first in the dump is killing me

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youruser: boyfriend appreciation post since everyone thinks we hate each other

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maxfewtrell: me and p have nothing on you too

↳ landonorris: at least you're aware

↳ youruser: nooooo, you two are too cute

↳ user10: goated friendgroup

landonorris: AWWW LY BABYYY

↳ user11: can't even spell it out lmao

landonorris: BEST GF EVERRRRR

↳ youruser: i can see you commenting

↳ youruser: stop drinking

↳ user12: called out

user13: they're so cute

↳ user14: prob not gonna last much longer

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ln4fan: lando spotted out shopping! allegedly seen at a jewelry store....

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landonorris: MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM MR. NORRIS AND SOON-TO-BE MRS. NORRIS. haters get fucked.

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mclaren: congrats!!

carlossainz55: little lando is not so little anymore

maxfewtrell: thank god!!! thought she was going to say no

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↳ youruser: i would never say no

↳ user17: max is being messy lol

youruser: LOML AND CANNOT WAIT TO MARRY YOU

↳ landonorris: will be the best day of my life

martingarrix: photo creds to me!

[llamagoddessofficial]

Commissions are (finally) open again! Phew. Since it's December and I'm gonna get busy fast, I won't be able to accept anything over 2k words. But other than that, we're back in business babyyy

[dinoclawsz]

Cemetery babyyy I want u in my world 🧟‍♂️💚

This piece might be a little too Halloween-centric to be posted in December but idrgaf I liked meeting zombiejima a lot so I drew him^^ piece is inspired by this banger ofc ⬇️

And here’s a textless version + closeups 😋I love them truly

[mrsarnold]

hi babyyy! could you do prompt 4 with stewie?? 🥰🥰

011. walking in the winter wonderland! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : going to a christmas town with stewie

pair : stewie x fem!reader

warn : fluffy fluff

note : um idk how to write for stewie well but i tried

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air as you and Breanna stepped into the small Christmas town. It was December 11th, and the snow was gently falling, dusting the streets and the rows of twinkling lights that lined every storefront. Breanna’s eyes lit up as she looked around, her gloved hand securely in yours.

“This is amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

You grinned, watching her take it all in. “I told you it would be worth the drive. I mean, it’s literally called Christmas Haven. How could it not be magical?”

She gave your hand a gentle squeeze, pulling you toward a stand selling steaming cups of hot cocoa. “Hot chocolate first, then skating,” she declared, already digging into her pocket for her wallet.

“Skating?” you teased. “I didn’t know WNBA players could risk a slip-and-fall like that.”

Breanna raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “Oh, I’ll be fine. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

The challenge in her tone made you laugh, and you bumped her shoulder as the two of you joined the line for cocoa.

As you sipped your drinks and wandered through the town, every moment felt like it had been pulled straight from a holiday movie. Breanna’s laugh echoed as you tried to convince her to take a picture in front of a giant inflatable Santa. She refused at first, but you managed to sneak a shot of her next to it when she wasn’t looking.

Later, at the skating rink, she proved you wrong—of course. Breanna glided effortlessly across the ice, her long limbs making it look almost too easy. You, on the other hand, clung to the railing for dear life until she skated over and offered her hands.

“Trust me,” she said softly, her breath visible in the cold air.

You hesitated but let her pull you away from the edge. Her hands were steady, her confidence contagious, and soon you were laughing as she spun you gently around the ice.

By the time you left the rink, your cheeks were sore from smiling. The evening ended with a carriage ride through the town’s illuminated streets, wrapped in a warm blanket as Breanna draped her arm around your shoulders.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “This is… perfect.”

You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’s even better with you here.”

She pressed a kiss to your temple, and in that moment, with the snow falling around you and the lights glowing softly in the background, it felt like the world had paused just for the two of you.

tags : @kamii-2 2 -2 2 @thaatdigitaldiary @sierrale8ne @cherryswisherz @pboogerswbb @st4rrzynight @yannasuniverse @heart4caitlin @latenighttalkinqwp @sweetluna20 @janaelalfysblunt @cosmopretty

[honeytonedhottie]

hiii so my grandma gave me £100 to buy some things for Christmas and my birthday (December baby!!) but I don’t know what to get!! Do you have any recs?? xx

heyyy december babyyy 😛 here are some recommendations from another december baby ✨

a yummy perfume on the pricier side (fragrance is always an INVESTMENT, so take a look in ur beauty binder or fragrance wishlist and see which perfume u rly want/can afford)

if ur looking for something a little pricer put the £100 toward it (like a designer item)

buying cute little spa gift sets is my biggest guilty pleasure! buy urself one cuz they come with things like cute robes, jade rollers, face masks and bath bombs so its like ur getting all that in one

[gabysimgallery]

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_  - xXDiamond_AraXx

*BREATHS IN AGGRESSIVELY* YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO after so much time without uploading a sim........I- I could not resist making my own version of Miguel.....U///u✌ enjoy 💅

The Sims 4 Gallery (game gallery) - contains CC

All cc and poses I’ve used below the read more💗💗💗💗💗 (a very long list o-0)

Poses

First pic poses by @kassimsdesign - MALE COLLAB POSES

Second pic by  @j-e-n-n-e-h - Second Snap

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New sliders babyyy!!! I used different ones on him >wo!

- Lip fullness slider by @vibrantpixels 

- Mouth Scale Slider by @teanmoon

- More sliders for the face! by @obscurus-sims (width slider one)

- Better Male Bodies Sliders by @narci-cism (BetterMaleBodySliders one)

- Pouty Lip-Slider ( ˘ ³˘)♥ by @miikocc

- Eyebrow Slider by @miikocc

- Height Slider & Extras by @luumia (neck, hip and heigh sliders)

- Presets & Sliders by @luumia (hand and face asym ones)

- Shoulder Height Slider by Hellfrozeover

- Extra Neck Width Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Wrist Size Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Classic Physique Nipple + Bumpmap(beta) version by Golyhawhaw (the  version backlower default one)

- 👽 DEFAULT NOSE SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT MOUTH SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT CHIN SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- ❝Forehead Height Slider❞ by @bloodmooncc

- Eye size slider + head size slider by @marsosims

--------------Skin Details, Tattoos, Arm-Leg Hair and Feet-----

- Spotlight Tattoos by SimMandy

- Misc. face details by okruee

- Halloween Gift by @obscurus-sims (eyemask N8, red one)

- Vanilla Skin by @luumia (go into the sfs DL link, in the folder of sfs; go to the sub folder called skin details and choose: LUUMIA_skindetail_LipTints)

- ENRICHED SKIN OVERLAY by Golyhawhaw

- GOLD STANDARD BODY HAIR by Golyhawhaw (arm and leg)

- HD feet version 5. Update island living by @necrodogmtsands4s

--------------Hair, Eyebrows and Teeth-----------------------------------------------------------

- E-BOY XL Makeup Collection by Pralinesims (download the oudated version and get the Pralinesims_Eyebrows_N156_Lotto.package one)

- TS4 Male Hair G48 by Ginko Sims

- [Osoon] Teeth 01 by @5so0n 

NOTE bc I dind’t knew how that devil website WoRkEd XDD so a lil advice: in the link above I provide, click on it and scroll down a bit and click on the ‘‘i agree inside the little yellow rectangle, it will take you to ‘’Linkvertise’’. From there scroll down a bit and you’ll see a ‘‘Direc Access with Premium or Free Access’‘ in orange and black, click the one that says ‘’Free Access’‘, it will open up a new window saying that u need to ‘’choose and complete’’ its a 3 step thingy, 1. choose whatever ‘’im interested’’ it doesn’t matter, 2. click in learn more (close the window that opens up xd and wait like 10 secs, in grey letters in the bottom it will appear a ‘‘ I already completed this step’‘ click on that xd, and there!, it will give u the link to SFS......eazy peasy XD.

- Semi-realistic Teeth by @kiellessa (set 1)

- in the zip file will be a extra 01Eyebrows - HQ.package, i dont know where it comes from but its needed lol, so i’ll leave it there in the zip file xD

--------------Eyes, Nose and Lashes-------------------------------------------------------------

- BEETLE EYES 2 by @squea (get all)

- No EA Eyelashes HOTFIX by @escapingpotplant

- another extra one, I tried to find where it comes from the [D1]obscurus_presets1.package thas in my mods folder, but with no luck, so i’ll leave it in the zip file included, its rlly needed 👍

--------------Clothes and Shoes-------------------------------------------------------------------

- Bespoke Suits V.1 by SimmieV

- REINA_TS4_F&M_TOWEL ACC by Reina Sims4 (male towel acc HQ)

- Floral Buttonup Shirt by McLayneSims

- [KK] Basic set 17 by KK's creation (pants)

- KK Basic set 08 by KK's creation (jeans)

- DSF PANT MARE by DanSimsFantasy

- Slim-Fit Trousers by Darte77

- CC Pack - Feb 2021 by Darte77 (AMtop299 HQ)

- CC Pack - December 2021 by Darte77 (Darte77_NikeAirMax270HQ, not cu or af)

- «miracle» cc pack by clumsyalien ([RAE SCARF V1 YM])

- KD joggers by akaysims

- Men's shoes collection Part 1 by Jius-sims (all of em uwu)

- Slim Fit Turtleneck by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- Loose Shirts by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- ᵉʳʳᵒʳ404ᵖʰⁱˡˡⁱᵖˢ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ by εяяσя404ρнιℓℓιρs (just the ‘’She Told Me To Relax Joggers’’ and Basketball Shorts-->at the very bottom)

--------------Extra mods I recommend👌 and some that are are needed👈-----------

- WickedWhims v176f (needed for the golyhawhaw torso body selector of course owo)

- MC Command Center 2023.4.1 👌

-Extreme Violence -MOD- V 2.4.1 👌(very eazy to use the design is very human xD)

- VAMPIRES - Reworked Vampires Mods by Zero's Sims 4 Mods (tweaks one needed for his vampiroc poWeRs, already included in the zip file)

- P*rnst*r C*ck V6 [WickedWhims] by .Noir. (for the pp, included in the zip file 🥵in ww body selector, in the pp part, select whatever u find best, I personally use the thick hard/soft big cut >:3)

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Miguel O’Hara belongs to Marvel Worldwide, Inc.  ©2023 MARVEL

The Sims 4 © 2023 Electronic Arts Inc.

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_ - zip file containing all mods/sliders and tray files in my MediaFire xXDiamond_AraXx  uwO ( 852.23MB )

[whinlatter]

Any hint on when the next chapter is coming? cause IM SO EXCITED AND THIS NEEDS A COUNTDOWN !!! 🫶🏻

ok so! chapter 11! thank you sm for being excited! i'm excited, too!

i have had a few Qs in the inbox about when it's coming, so will give you the lay of the land here. basically i've got good news and bad news (depending on your perspective)...

the good news is - the plan is to share it next week at the latest, and possibly earlier, if i get the stuff done tomorrow that i'm hoping to. if the last chapter was the party, this chapter is the hangover, and it's all blowing up, babyyy. this chapter has some of my favourite scenes i've written in it, including some that have been written for absolutely ages, and it was an absolute treat to write it. the only reason it isn't out already is that i got cold feet about how well it worked as a standalone chapter having cut the original chapter ten in two and posting part one as chapter ten. i felt the part of the original chapter that became chapter 10 worked much better as a standalone chapter (including with a crescendo to a cliffhanger), but the remaining part needed a bit more shaping and restructuring if it was to work as a proper chapter in its own right. so since posting chapter 10 i've been rewriting and reshaping what was the second half of chapter 10/now chapter 11 so that it works better on its own. i think it's much better for it, and also has given me more space and breathing room to add some new scenes and develop others.

the bad news is - after i've posted chapter 11 i'm probably not going to be able to guarantee an update for chapter 12 until january. i've been updating with long chapters pretty regularly once a month since march, and i don't want to hang onto chapter 11 arbitrarily when it's basically done/just to post it mid-december to stick to schedule. but this does mean i won't be sharing another chapter (chapter 12) in december, in all likelihood. this is mostly because i've got a big real life phd dissertation full draft deadline at the end of the year (still amusing to me that in both my job and in my hobby i am just scrabbling to put together overdue chapters i misguidedly promised people), so want to make sure i can make that deadline while still keeping the beasts train moving. it does also mean that in the timeline of the fic, we'll be at new year as actual new year happens, which is sort of satisfying to me in its own way. i hope this is a good enough deal - chapter 11 early (and it's a meaty one too) as a trade-off for having to wait a little bit longer for chapter 12? that's the plan in my mind at the moment, anyway.

thank you for asking anon & thank you for being all aboard the beasts train. can't wait to share chapter 11 with you very soon! 🫶

[squorttle-pox]

ao3 nooooooo babyyy not today please you don't have to do this bbg we can work this out just pplease don't go- wait- wait nO-- ao3 what are you doing NO AO3 NO PLEASR COME BACK IMXSO SORRY I PROMIE ILL NEVEER aaBRTRAY YOu please ao3 please don't go to the war i need you here baby it's us just us forget about them itz only us against the world don't listen to them bb we'll be okay i proms you,, please it's december 26rh i need my fanficyion. Jesus didn't die so you xould abandon me in my time of need you archival little shit i3bet ur cheating on me huh. huh ao3. you think you can sdam me like this??@??×?@!? FUCK NO BBYYYYY NOPW YOU CSNT NEVER WAIT WAIT WAIT AITWAITWAITWAITWAIY IM SOTRY I DIDNT MEAN it PLESSE COME ABCJ ILL GIVE YIU KDUOS EVERY DAY pleasepleasrpleasepleasrleasrpledeeelleaselwspleasepleasewweeeeeeeeplease please i need gay people

[enigmasandepiphanies]

all the good things that happened to me this year! okkiee let's do this month wise perhaps (i shall try to keep it chronological for the added nostalgic trip for me)

january- started this year at home with my bestie @philosophical-cup and i drinking hot chocolate at a cafe from my hometown, went on a trip with my best friend/musical soulmate- a trip of a lifetime it will always make me remind of how we were girls together, progressing with my bachelors thesis, taking a bomb ass course on milton with the best classmates, went to a book fair with my another very close friend and made ketchup smileys on garlic bread (very close to me that was!) (postgrad application stress was not fun but we made it through)

february was about art museum trips with so many friends, writing a cool essay on the good place, it was the homecoming of dee and just nights spent drinking boost and doing nyt games and gossiping while trying to make the most of undergrad ending along with the happiness of getting into unis in europe for masters but the confusion of picking out the one that suited me the best financially and academically

march was beach and clubbing days, it was filled with so much love and warmth and a treasure hunt where we ran around the whole campus only to be second place and then cooling ourselves in the common room with milkshakes and barely functioning ac, wrote another cool article on girldinner in horror

april was about endings, sad gutwrenching crying in the train endings, it was when i successfully defended my thesis but had to say bye to my beloved friends i made for the lifetime, it was college ending but getting great fucking results academically, also came out to my mom as bi after she discovered my vibrator(she ended up being in denial but who cares a great story)

may was just being at home and burnt out, dilly dallying with my hobbies, watching lot of movies and going out with my besties, sleepover with @phoolsified-chaos and virtual kisses on my thesis by @jonessetcups, 8 hour call with musical soulmate, it was also yoga days god i actually would start liking it

june was meeting my college family again for the last time it was about drinking ban over the whole city but good fucking food and even better fucking yap sessions, i graduated in june babyyy!!! i gave the speech as valedictorian woohooo and then a beautiful gorgeous eye cleansing family trip in the hill stations, also we won the cricket world cup the joy of watching that

july was learning how to make food and experimenting with some recipes

august oh august was growing pains of moving to another country, catching a local in mumbai, picking up crocheting and well more cooking

september was painful but i also moved to another continent for the first time, started studying the program i wanted to and met the loml- it would be the most hilarious and the most meaningful love stories of all time

october was fall, birthday month and amsterdam and going on dates with my boyfriend and kissing god so much kissing and gorgeous sex but the best cuddles (that'd be the reccurring theme for the rest of the year tho but not like sex even matters to me now just like ugh it is the love that feels so earth shattering)

november was realizing i am making good friends and attending their bdays, there is queer joy everywhere but i am so angry at the bi erasure, trying my best to eat healthy, wrote a poem after a gazillion years about how it feels like to be in love and just sheer domestic bliss at a shared home

december is cold and harsh and tiring but oh fuck the year is ending and christmas markets are cute, french villages are also slightly cute, riding on carousels with new friends to reminisce your childhood is a core memory, i am trying to be a plant mom, i gave my boyfriend a crochet teddy as an early present (excuse to give him gifts) and he got me a sweater, we are travelling to another country soon

in all this, i have realized not only i had the best year in a long long long time but also i have so much time to be who i want to be i have made friends from all ages in 20s-30s and the fear of time slipping by or doing things as scheduled has gone because there is just so much to learn, so much to love just feeling very grateful and blessed about the people who i have in my life and how they have stayed and nurtured me throughout everything

the privilege of kindness all around me when the world is actually so fucked with wars, genocide and all sorts of political fuckery

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[modernmanblues]

I was tagged by the wonderful @monkberryfields to let my spotify predict my 2024 by shuffling my on repeat playlist!

Skipping January since it’s already over (sadly)

I decided to use a personal playlist of mine which contains tracks that I feel perfectly define me

February - Crocodile Rock by Elton John (love it! also, i’ve been on an Elton kick lately so this is very fitting)

March - A-Punk by Vampire Weekend (am i to expect a very indie march then?)

April - Icky Thump by The White Stripes (just in time for Coachella 2024 babyyy)

May - Bron-Y-Aur Stomp by Led Zeppelin (the perfect begging of summer song)

June - Babe I’m Gonna Leave You by Led Zeppelin (WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! no i ain’t leaving him. never ever. he’s perfect)

July - YYZ by Rush (perhaps a trip to Toronto?)

August - New Kid in Town by The Eagles (the perfect summer song)

September - Hotel California by The Eagles (a song about home <3)

October - Take Me to Church by Hozier (i can actually see this being an October song lol)

November - Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John

December - I Don’t Wanna Know by Julian Lennon

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[jaegersmoon]

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