#I'm going through a dry bout sorry if this is sloppy

[pregmothy]

Naga king and his new human

You are the newest concubine in a Naga King's collection. In an agreement between his kingdom and yours, you were sent as a representative of your people to join the king's haram. You were at a sort of loss; you were but a small human in this swarm of nagas dressed in jewels and fine silks. They didn't have anything that fit you, so you had to make your own clothes from their silks and fix your own jewelry with whatever small pieces you could find. You felt out of place amidst their shiny scales. The great equalizer was, however, how you were expected to bear the king's children.

Again, you were a bit out of your element. Nagas were oviparous, and there was worry throughout the court if your body would be able to handle it. So until the day came, they decided it was best to get you comfortable with your expected duties with some "Exposure therapy."

You sat in on EVERYTHING, from lessons for the concubines to their cooking to cultural events to even bathing, which left you a little flustered. But not as much as the nightly duties; you sat in as the other naga tended to the king and learned a lot about naga anatomy in the process. Naga sex is so ROUGH. The first time you saw the king's two, not one but two, giant cock's emerge from his slit, you almost choked on your own spit. Long, thick, and TWO OF THEM, yeah, you now understood the apprehension, but you watched anyway. You watched as they kissed, long tongues slithering down throats, clawed hands grabbing at areas of exceptionally soft skin. It was a whole nother world compared to human sex. You watched as their tails curled around each other, and the king finally lined up one of this cock's with the concubine's slit; almost on command, the slit opened and gaped for the king, and he entered without a second thought. You sat there, watching their coiling bodies, and imagined yourself in the concubine's place, wondering if the king would do the same to you. You didn't have a naga tail, and you're almost certain your slit can't just open on command. Would he be rough with you like that? Would you like it? Would he coil around your body, bending your arms and legs so you couldn't move while he takes you without abandon? You hate to admit, or maybe you don't, that the thought of it riles you up and has you shuffling in your seat, hoping for some friction to relieve the minor but encroaching ache.

The birthing process was also a hurdle you had to overcome, so like with everything, you sat in on the other concubines laying their clutches. It was stressful in that room; surrounded by attendents, the room was hot and busting with energy. You watched as the concubines were tended to, almost pampered, as naga birth was less... active than human birth but even more lengthy with the large number of eggs they had to lay. You watched as each egg slowly slipped out of their holes, one by one, a wet plop accompanying their descent. You watched intently, the slight bump under skin as the eggs traveled down to their holes before falling out into the rest of the pile.

It didn't look pleasant, but it looked... stimulating. Your senses would be overwhelmed as your body pushes out egg after apple-sized egg. You watched, intrigued, facinated at how they could perform such a feat. You lay in bed at night, imagining how it felt. Did hormones numb the feeling, or could you feel every inch of each egg as they traveled through you? Did it feel good? The occasional wave of pleasure amidst a sea of discomfort. Each day, you watched, and each night, you lay staring at the ceiling as you fantasized about the shape and feel of every egg eventually passing through your body. After a while, you couldn't help but look forward to it. To the day you would finally be taken and made for sire a brood. While you're sure the experience may be glamorized in your sexually pent-up eyes, you can't help but fanaticize, obsess, or desire the experience. The passionate sex, the feeling of being filled with eggs, and the intimacy of laying them make your head spin in ways it never has before, and you don't know if you'll ever be the same.

Now, being all riled up at everything you've witnessed, the king was surprised at how eagerly you wiggled your soaked cunt against his cocks.

[simmer-until-tender]

Sims tag

Thanks to those who tagged me~

1. what’s your favorite sims death?

satellite. It's so sudden and random and weird. Death be that way sometimes.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

whatever makes my game look like a dog ate a box of crayons and vomited all over everything

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

hell nah, I have too many skinny bitches in my game as it is

4. Do you use move objects?

religiously, and then I yell at my sims when they throw routing errors

5. Favorite mod?

whichever one makes the hobby NPCs go fuck themselves

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

I got university from the library lol but I think the first one I owned was open for business, which was a revelation at the time. I always wanted nightlife but was too afraid to ask my mom for it cause it looked SEXY. now, as an adult, can confirm nightlife is the best one. but I am a sexual deviant, so.

7.  Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

in my head it's like "aLIVE" but from a linguistic perspective I gotta concede that the "LIVing" pronunciation makes more sense because it's consistent with the other modes (buy/build) which are verbs not adjectives

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I hate all my loser sims I guess I have a sweet spot for a child sim I made back when I was a child. She lived in a trailer, had big droopy eyes like Brittany Spears, and was named Miami.

9.  Have you made a simself?

yeah I basically always have one but she's a townie. to play her would be weird. here's the bitch

10. What sims traits do you give yourself?

sloppy and lazy yeeeeeee

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

the custom mohawk colors bro

12. Favorite EA hair?

this bitch still has a hold on me

13. Favorite life stage?

I like teens, they're so sassy, getting them to do their homework sucks but also unlike children they can just get bad grades, nobody cares

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play?

I'm a builder but I'm trying not to give up on gameplay. It's not working.

15. Are you a CC creator?

not really, I like recoloring things to look like an 80s train-wreck though

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad?

.....there are sim-cliques?

17. What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)?

sims 3 is hideous (sorry bout it), sims 4 has lovely landscapes but the gameplay is akin to watching paint dry. I'm sure I'll love the sims 1 once I get around to playing it. I like creepy weird stuff.

18. Do you have any sims merch?

i wouldnt let myself be seen dead in sims merch also fuck EA

19. Do you have a youtube for sims?

I have too much CC to also run a screen recorder without tons of crashing lol I have no self control

20. How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

with every passing day i am more of a builder and more of a maximalist also i keep making animal sims now like some kind of furry *shudders*

21. What’s your origin ID?

lol just say no to origin

22. Who’s your favorite cc creator?

who made the baby bbq? them

23. How long have you had a simblr?

since 2017. I was a baby in undergrad then. making sims stories was like my therapy. now im an adult with real therapy.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I churn them mindlessly through photoscape generally. anything else is too much work.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

SIMS 2 REMASTERED

SIMS 2 REMASTERED

SIMS 2 THAT RUNS WELL ON A MODERN COMPUTER WITH SIM HANDS THAT ARE MORE THAN 7 POLYS PLZ

I'm not sure who has/hasn't done this. I'll tag @sicksadsim, @pixelatedpanic, @letomills, @snapdragoned, @ivycopur, @bubuthejedi, @lifetime-want

[leoalvarez-clowncarcommittee]

(First mini fic with Chase and Leo from my playlist. I hit shuffle and got this first so... Enjoy the darkness song on my playlist for an opener I guess lmao)

Chase/Leo: Free Fall Without a Parachute

I toss and turn in hot, uncomfortable and sticky sheets. The air conditioner is off and only a ceiling fan spins uselessly - doing nothing more than tossing hot and wet air around the room in circles. The heat wakes me from dream. One that felt so real... The choking stagnation causes me to sigh in defeat. Now that I'm fully awake the dream slips from my mind. I pull the blanket off myself and scan the room for Leo. He's almost always next to me and I don't know how to feel without him hear. I can't hear or smell him nearby so I try to listen for him. The sound of baritone humming and singing from down the hallway catches my ears. He must be making breakfast for us.

I smile, knowing that it’s all real. Leo’s still here for me, even after everything I put him through, after everything we went through together. It’s been some time now… since I decided to stay with him here in Echo. Finishing school after what happened those few nights was hard. I still had nightmares about what those assholes put us through. It’s always been a mystery to me, how bad the whole 'Hysteria' really got. Everyone else went through something I can only describe as supernatural... But not me and Leo. Just the two of us together through it all - And just two fucking meth’ed out rednecks tearing us apart. But Leo kept me safe that night so, here I am... with him back in Echo.

I give up on sleeping but still fallback to laying in the messy and hot sheets, to lazy to get up. My mouth is dry and I’m dehydrated but I know Leo will come for me soon. I lay my head down and try to relax but the room starts to spin. Deep purples and reds swirl past my eyes and with every passing moment and it just keeps getting worse. The walls are getting smaller and right before I scream for help, My Wolf comes bouncing around the corner, breakfast in hand. “Mornin’ Chula!” His voice and smile snaps me from the bout of delusions.

The room is still and the colors are back to normal for a second. Leo walks through the doorway, his red fur staining the room a warm wine color, light filtering peacefully through the window shining off his coat. “Morning Leo.” I beam at him in response. HIs tail wags rapidly as I begin to set up our in-bed food tray we got for ourselves for lazy mornings. Once its set up Leo places our meals on the tray and bounces up over me onto the far side of the bed, then onto and through the underside of the tray, all so we can cuddle together as the delicious smell of his admittedly mediocre food washes over me.

I curl myself into his embrace, placing my head under his chin so we fit together perfectly, just like I know he loves. His burly left arm pulls me closer as we share a moment together. It’s peaceful and quiet. The sound of my growling tomach is what finally causes us to pull apart in embarrassment and a fit of giggles. “Let's dig in big guy, ya?” Leo nods his head in confirmation as we quietly eat together in bed. Leo’s presence is so comforting to me. I feel safe with him nearby, like he somehow turns off the noise in my head. I turn to look at his handsome face but I’m greeted to the sight of him chewing wildly and messly. He catches my gaze and covers his mouth trying to hide how sloppy he was. I laugh and use the ruined sheets to wipe his mouth. “Sorry Nutria, didn’t mean to make a mess!” I sigh, content with the situation. We needed new sheets anyways.

“Nothing to worry about Leo.” We smile at each other and both go back to enjoying the meal together in peace.

After we both finish eating, Leo takes the plates and tray to the kitchen to clean while I stew in the room by myself. It's not long before the heat gets to me again and a familiar red glint fills my vision. I curl my tail over my body holding it meekly. These - These things I see are different from what I used to see... The accompanying headache creeps over me as I lay balled up on the bed. The sensation of someone pounding on the back of my eyes and the inside of my skull reverberates through my bones and face. It’s always like this when I’m alone or when it's too hot out even when I was back in Pueblo finishing my degree after that night. My senior year was the hardest by far. Along with the new headaches, Jenna hadn't spoken to me after that night and any online contact from Carl and Flynn went radio silent. Ever since Brian and Duke c-

The sound of a rapidly wagging tail smacking into narrow walls snaps me back to myself again. Leo bounces back into bed and we’re cuddling again despite me sweating. His ability to shrug off the desert heat while it suffocates me is something we're gonna have to work on more now that we live together. “Leo turn on the air, it’s soooo hotttt” I whine in my twinkiest voice - it helps him listen to me faster.

“Oh I was meaning to talk to you about that Chase.” I turn to him and listen patiently, droping the bratty act. “Money around here is going to be a bit tight for a bit. My uh… my parents fired me.” I gasp and cover my mouth with my paws. The webbing is cracked and dried. “Said they didn’t appr-approve of us anymore.” Leo’s voice goes quite and I can see tears forming in his eyes. His voice raises an octave and he whimpers as he holds my hands, pulling them from my maw. He usually doesn’t drop his guard even around me. But I know this is tearing him up inside. It’s tearing me up too. Aside from our income being cut, his parents have always been extremely supportive of us. My parents cut me off too, for some reason, and Leo’s parents who had always been a second family to me now doing the same is making me burn up inside.

On shaky breathe I ask “Why Leo, why would they do that?” Leo responds by sobbing into his paws. I’ve never seen him break down like this… even when he rescued me that night. I don’t remember much, nothing but a large, red form pulling from the mines and away from that psychotic bear. The doctors said all the bloodloos might affect my memory and it was a miracle I pulled through. They said my boyfriend cauterizing the wounds was enough to save me till the next morning. It’s funny, I also remember laying on Leo's kitchen floor screaming in pain as he burnt the wounds closed but I don’t remember Brian making them in the mineshaft. Maybe it’s better that I don’t remember what Brian did to me...

I shake myself from my dark thoughts to remember to hug Leo to try and comfort him. My mind wanders as I absently pet him. The money is an issue. Even with my degree it’s hard to find work, a couple online magazines here and there but it's barely enough. Especially after my parents decided not to help with the few loans I had to take even though they said they would. I always knew my mom and dad didn’t approve of Leo and me being together. Us deciding to move in together after school was what made them pull funding. It pissed me off to no end, like the lies Jenna and even fucking Carl told them about Leo.

The anger makes my headache start back up, even though Leo is right next to me. I wince past the pain and hold him close, cuddling him for once as he cries. Leo's apologizing for putting us in this situation. I know it’s not his fault. He always knows what's best for us though. He has to… He has to know right? Because if he didn’t … I click two fingers together finally remembering what I dreamt about.

I need to Leo about my dream. If he knows how I felt maybe it would snap him out of it. “Hey Leo,” He turns to me, sobs calming down enough for me to talk. I continue when I know he can hear me. “I had a dream last night,” He’s paying attention now. Deep and focused. “And in my dream I took a knife to you.” it... It wasn't a good dream.

“Chase?” His voice is questioning and terse, now back to his ‘regular’ octave. His accent is thick as he tries to analyze what I'm saying. “I slit your throat from ear to ear. The wound was gasping for the air…” I trail off not wanting to finish even though I HAVE to tell him. It was such an ugly dream.

“Chase why are you telling me this? Why are you saying it like that.” I can’t read his emotions anymore.

“Chase?” Leo’s scared again. Both my paws are around his throat. My stumps ache as I ‘stand’ on them for leverage. I don’t know why I want to hurt Leo. Why those thoughts would drive me to that. I've been through much trying to stay with Leo, why would I throw it away like this. Finishing school in a wheelchair was hard enough but everyone leaving me… leaving me alone with Leo, was harder. But I know we could make it together. We would have to, because Leo knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t lie to me when he tells me he does, even though every day it gets harder - it gets worse. More and more alone… and, and because if he was lying about that. Then that means he’s a liar. And if he was a liar.

“Your sceam so clear. But every dream could never come true.” I grip the hot and sticky sheets… If my dreams were true then that means, that means…

The sheets gripped in my paws are stained red from that night. It's been more than a year and that sick fuck hasn't changed them, from what he did to me. He couldn't be fucking could he? It would mean I was crazy and my friends and family weren’t when they told me what they saw. But I know better. I know Leo. He wouldn't lie to me. I know that fucking bear was insnae, of course he’d torture me like that, so I couldn’t esacpe his sick mass grave shit. He probably fucking ate them, that’s why we never found anything when the police looked in the mines. That sick fuck would do something like that. I fucking hate him. I fuckng hate him. I fucking hate him. I want to tear is fucking throat out, I want to rip his fucking windpipe out with my bare fucking claws I want to -

My vision burns red as the pounding at the front of my skull starts again and I collapse into him. Leo strokes my tail and head. He calls me his Chula and Love and all of the kind words and all of his sickly sweet nicknames as I pass out in his arms, the pain and anger to much to bare.