#and then i'll edit this after hehe

[icedhoneyy]

ISA!!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

congrats on passing calc, couldn't be me, I'm glad you're back and I agree id let knives hit in a heart beat ♡

CALY BABEY!!! I MISSED U TOO ❤

thank you!! it also wasn't me for like the past...3 semesters ?!?! honestly fuck you 2017 isa that thought getting a comp sci degree in a public uni was doable, when she could barely scrap by in hs math 🤨🤨 my toxic trait is thinking "i'll cross that bridge when i get to it" to everythING.

anyway!! i'm glad to be back, for real this time bc turns out that my silly little brain can't be deprived of the joys of being online on tumblr dot com and not lose it a little bit 🤪

BUT YES OMG I KNEW YOU WOULD GET ME!!!! hes so hot when hes trying to wipe out the whole entire human kind😍❤ its the psychotic giggle for me 🥰🥰

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[hiddenonigiri]

we are the series: favorite friendships | matt and toey

“But luckily, Matt was there for me. I felt a lot more comfortable talking to him.”

BONUS — what true friendship really is like:

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's genuinely so funny how he's all covered up EXCEPT for the abs

[kuiinncedes]

whee i wrote something

[artkaolinite91]

Zutara Week 2024- Day 3 Echoes

Keep reappearing year after year in different forms...

but they are still together always..

Is this just 'echoes' from the past..?

An eternal love born from the power of 'almost'?

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Although the original stories already ended since forever ago...(Yeah there's some comic, but I mean the original 3 books series), we are still doing this Zutara Week..every years? Haha isn't it awesome? 🥹✨✨✨

They're my muses. Although I have many fandoms now, but I'll keep come back to draw something for them.

Even tho here, and in many other social media is not as lively as back then, but I still appreciate that you're liking my arts, (even my old zutara arts too..hehe)

Lol why it's kinda somber now...🥹🥹

@zutaraweek

ps. Book 4 Air will forever be my Roman Empire...okay

🚫do not use, edit, reupload my arts! Thx!!

[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[shiongenkai]

Jabberwock's B's-Log Pages!

Sorry for the horrifically blurry text. It's the best I can do, but feel free to ask for something zoomed in. I can easily provide!

Rough TL of what I considered important text under the cut.

Disclaimer: I am not a professional TLer, and this hasn't been proofread by another. I prioritized speed and therefore may have made mistakes. If you see them, please let me know. This is meant to be a very quick TL so people can have a rough idea of what to expect! TL notes are included on certain lines.

EDIT: I totally forgot to add like, a full two sentences. Those are there now. Im so sorry.

Main Story Summary: The members of Jabberwock, struggling to stay out of the red, head to a mission at the 'Father Farm' in order to make some cash! The farm has a labour shortage following each of its staff members quitting in succession. Furthermore, every retiree mentions the existence of a strange 'cat'. Even Ren, who usually hates troublesome work, agrees to go along, assuming it'll be easier than taking care of the anomalous animals. However... 'Father Farm' is a parody of a real life amusement park thing called 'Mother Park'. You get to do fun farm things like sheep shearing, racing pigs, a duckling procession, etc.

- Little Haru Image: "The heck happened to you guys?! When did you get so gigantic?!" Haru is so hard to translate I am Not up to date on my kansai…

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Outfit Blurb: The Jabberwock members go on an undercover investigation! Here's a sneak peek at their super cute and colourful outfits! The actual outfit notes aren't that interesting, so I didn't translate them

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Haru Sheep Blurb: The bright and cheerful voice of the announcer echos across the park, attracting visitors towards it. The MC is in charge of the capybara, Towa in charge of the sheep, and Ren in charge of the ducks! But their peaceful time quickly disappears as the fence containing the ducks breaks, leading to them escape....?!

Image Dialogue: "Welcome in, don't be shy! C'mon, everybody! Come on in, see the bang for your buck!"

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Haru On Knees Blurb: At the farm, the temporary staff's main tasks obviously include taking care of the animals, but they also include helping to organise the events and shows! Due to that, the uniforms are cute work clothes that take after various animals. I honestly can't tell if their animal characteristics are fake or not… maybe they're anomalous? Shrugs.

Image Dialogue: "What the hell are these outfits…" (Ren, probably)

"R-Ren and Towa too huh? You look great in those matching outfits!" (Haru) I split this into two sentences because I think he's doing two thoughts… otherwise, it's 'Y-You guys look great in those matching outfits!' or something like that

"～～、～～……." (Towa)

- Towa Image: "Hehe~. Since Dandelion looks pretty, I'll protect her~."

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Save A Horse, Ride a Cowboy✨

SURPRISE SMUT!

This isn't a full story but just some Luci dialogue I came up with after I saw @bat-boness Cowboy Lucifer, specifically the doodle because GOD DAMN, I'M GONNA SAVE THE HORSE POPULATION SINGLEHANDEDLY, I'LL BE HIS COWGIRL

Edit: tagging @nayomi247 because it was your beautiful request!!

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

No summary, Lucifer is just...PACKING some heat hehe~

Warnings: 18+, smut, size kink kind of, p in v

"It's ok baby, t-take your time...mmnh fuck...you f-feel so good, love. Gonna l-let me stretch you out? Just relax, I-I've got you. Slow and gentle now..."

"T-that's it, almost there...shh, shh I know sweetheart, i-it's a lot, I'm sorry, you're doing so well...ssshhhhiiittt, so tight..."

"There you go, good girl...you're alright, i-it's ok, just breathe. Stay there as long as you need to, I-I can wait. Promise I won't move until you say so. Look so pretty like this, darling, bottomed out on cock..."

"S-So fucking tight...a-are you alright? Do you need to stop?" *you start to grind your hips on him slowly* "F-FUCK, h-holy shit...hnng, y-you're gonna kill me, sweetheart..."

"N-Need to move, please love, I-I can't hold it, please let me move...p-please" *you nod, he starts slowly rutting into you* "G-God, you're so fucking wet, you fit me perfectly..."

"You're doing s-so well, angel, taking all of me, what a beautiful sight...gonna f-fill your tight cunt so g-good, fill you up to the brim...keep going baby, I-I'm so close f-fuck...please don't stop..."

"fuckfuckFUCK g-gonna cum, love, p-please don't stop, s-so good...so good for me HNNG-AAH"

*you feel his hot ropes cum filling up your insides, your own orgasm crashing over you as well, practically milking his cock as your wall pulsate around him*

*he leans his head against your shoulder as you both attempt to catch your breath* "T-That was...fuck...that was amazing...you're amazing. If you give me a minute, we can go again...what do you say, my love, up for round 2?~"

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 05/July/2024

Not exactly the week I was hoping for this week, but I suppose it happens sometimes!

Me and Nai got absolutely slammed with stomach flu this week. We were wiped out Sunday and Monday, then finally thought we were over it Tuesday…only for it to hit us again in full force. So that was…fun, lol.

We did manage to push ourselves to move our working space to somewhere with stable internet finally! I’d actually forgotten what working internet was like until I loaded a webpage in the new space and it just loaded—just like that! :D

So hoping that will make a massive difference to just being able to do things smoothly now.

But whilst I was out of commission for a bit, I did manage to do a few things: as I was thinking over the coding and what’s coming up, I did realise there’s a massive bug for imported characters that I’ll be able to fix before imported characters are even enabled, so that’s a big thing!

Also, I designed the villain’s masquerade mask! I ADORE it so much! That will be up on Patreon as part of the sketch series I’m doing on there soon. Still have Nate/Nat’s and Farah/Felix’s masks to go in that series as well.

I also wrote a couple of loose scenes to keep me in the flow where the MC kind of ‘falls’ into an AU version of the love interest’s backstory and gets to experience it first hand, as well as interact with the vampires how they were back then.

It won’t be in the main series, but it was a seriously interesting writing exercise!

When we finally started feeling like we could stand up without the world spinning away around us, we really knuckled down to it!

I got the first part of the edits back from the editor, so I’m currently working on those.

I’m hoping to get Chapter Two into the demo some time at the end of this month pushing into early August as a loose idea of date, then Chapter Three and Four will be released together quite some time after that. But Chapter Two has A LOT going on that I really want to get out soon so I can chat about it with you all, hehe! ;D

Next week will be social media days, as well as pushing on with Chapter Three. I’m coming into a section that is seriously massive to write. It has three different versions to start with, as well as branching and variations within each version on top. But it does bring in the introduction of a new Unit, which I’m super excited for!

Hope you all have an amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I'll update you all again next week! <3

[teeayohess]

{ 18 simlish horror-themed recolors of misstiikeri+eir's m2f crooked tee } what a mouthful lmao

i wasn't too sure about how these had turned out at first, but after seeing them in game they actually grew on me, so here they are. thank you @gvaudoiin-tricou for encouraging me to finish them and share! i hope you like them :-)

since this is essentially a mash-up of several people's work (see credits), frankenstein-ed together, it feels pretty appropriate for the theme.... 🧟‍♂️🔪🦇🩸👽 consider this a tiny late simblreen treat, hehe 🎃

these separate tops are for AF only*, since that's what i needed in my game (but the TF/EF meshes should be easy to copy-paste onto) [edit: *added links to an AM version as well]

they are categorized as everyday, sleepwear and athletic (not sure who would want to sleep or exercise in fishnets but hey i'm not judging. also it's really easy to remove them if you like, since they're a separate texture from the shirt)

compressorized, tooltipped, and the files are labeled clearly. the swatch and previews are included in the rar file.

full disclosure, this mesh has a few issues i don't currently have the skills to fix: it has no fat morph (😑), and there is some clipping in places depending on how the sim moves, and a few dark spots (not super noticeable with the black texture, thankfully). if anyone feels inspired to fix the mesh or add morphs, i'll happily update this post and the linked file.

>>> get them here: { SFS } { MF } [edit: AM version here: { SFS } { MF } ]

credits, swatch & unedited pic under the cut.

swatch: (labeled according to the file names for easy id; i suck at reading simlish so 'flash' was all i could understand from that one, apologies if it's incorrect lol)

unedited preview: (taken in-game, with neutral lighting)

credits: the77sims & misstiikeri (original male mesh & 3t2 conversion) eir (m2f conversion) trillyke (fishnets), monilisasims (4t2 conversion) littlecakes (graphics), kalux (4t2 conversion) surprisepeach (graphics)

[pamsimmer]

LUNAR PHASES CHALLENGE

My very first challenge and I'm excited? haha

When I was looking for occults challenge to play I found a lot of witches and vampire type of things, but I don't quite remember seeing a werewolf one.

These three occults are my favorites (unfortunately I kind of ignore the others because you know... meh, not as fun to play with them. But maybe one day I'll try to make a mermaid challenge)

Down here you're gonna find the rules and guidelines for each gen. You don't have to follow strictly the rules if you don't want to, I know it can be annoying sometimes. And also I made it short for those who prefer shorter challenges (like me).

I just hope you have fun!

[edit: a friend made the graphic rules and it looks amazing. if you prefer it like this: HERE]

Rules:

You must reside only in the occults’s worlds, but preferably in Moonwood Mill (You can always kick your family out and pretend you’re living in another place hehe)

Start as YA, any gender

You can use cheats if you want.

Heir must be a werewolf

Normal or Long Lifespan

You don’t have to max all these skills, but it would be nice if you at least worked on them all your sims lives

When I put ( / ) is because you can choose what you prefer or if you don’t have said pack you can choose the base game one.

Requirements: Werewolves, Snowy Scape, Get Together, Get To Work

GENERATION 1: Waxing Crescent

You grew up close to the Moonwood Collective, they are basically your family and you learned how to be a good sim and not hurt others. You prefer to lock yourself up than to behave like an animal in front of others. You always loved art/writing and your hobby is to play piano. You don’t like the spotlight because of your werewolf tendencies, so you chose a more “reclusive” career.

Traits: Proper/Snob, Bookworm, Good

Aspiration: The Emissary of the Collective

Skills: Charisma, Piano/Painting, Writing

Career: Painter or Writer (It can be the freelance career if you prefer)

Volunteer with family (or alone) at least once a week

Your partner can be any gender, can be human or even another type of occult, as long as the heir is a werewof.

Get married to your partner and never divorce. You two were made for each other

GENERATION 2: Waning Gibbous

Your parents wanted you to be as perfect as they are, but you’re not them. You have your own personality and your own desires. You’re a rebel. You love being a werewolf and you feel powerful when you show others who you are. The only thing you got from your parent was the love for music, but you are more of a guitar type of sim. And you want to be the leader of your own pack.

Traits: Mean, Active, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Wildfang Renegade

Skills: Mischief, Fitness, Guitar

Career: Criminal or perform only odd jobs and have a part time job

Meet your friends at the bar every weekend

Have a “fight club” club

Get pregnant/get your girlfriend pregnant as a teen (if your sim is a boy: don’t assume the responsability / if your sim is a girl: give the baby to someone else. you can keep the child close to you if you want to play with them later, in case it’s a werewolf)

Get married as a Young Adult and divorce before become an Adult. You can find love again, but if you don’t, that’s okay. (preferably die alone :)

One day your sims is gonna teach their teen kid (the heir) how to fight. You’re take them to Greg and let them fight Greg… alone.

GENERATION 3: Full Moon

You never got along with your parent. You actually hate them. You prefer to be alone, you’re like a hurt puppy that attacks others who tries to come closer to you. But you’re very sweet on the inside. And finally one day you find the love of your life and you have a beautiful family together.

Traits: Loner, Gloomy, Hot-Headed

Aspiration: Lone Wolf

Skills: Gardening, Handiness, Fishing

Career: Gardner or Fisherman (and perform odd jobs)

If you chose gardner: go fishing every weekend, if you chose fisherman: have a garden

Live off the grid, at least until you get married (after that you can go back to society again if you want to. But it’s not mandatory)

Have at least two kids

GENERATION 4: New Moon

You grew up in a loving family. You have so many plans for your life, but you don’t want to be a werewolf forever. You spent your teenager years reading werewolf books and you got the Lunar Epiphany and learned how to make the cure. Maybe you’re the one who breaks the family’s curse, right? and you want to be a super parent because your own parent inspired you.

Traits: Genius, Family-Oriented, Loyal

Aspiration: Cure Seeker

Skills: Logic, Parenting, Baking/Gourmet Cooking

Career: Doctor/Astrounaut

Find love when you are already a human and be the best parent you can be!

Go out on dates at least once a week with your partner, and when you have a child go out at least once a week with your family.

[curlysfist]

Wounded Warsong

Synopsis: Your head's a mess, and Jimmy's there to make it worse. (TW manipulation, medicine, "normal pills" moment, lightly edited, MINORS DNI.)

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: need Jimmy to crawl into my chest when I'm having a manic episode and carve a hole only he can fill! Had fun writing this hehe. Also send reqs pretty please. I'm out of ideas 😮‍💨

Credit: This fic was inspired off of this post by @psuedosugu --- tysm for allowing me to use it bookie 💚

“Do you really need those pills? I thought you stopped taking them.”

Limp in your hands was a lone anti-psychotic pill you'd fished from your bedside table, just after shoving on the scattered pieces of clothing on the ground. 

“Why are you still here?” You look at Jimmy with nothing beyond a soft scrunch of your face. He stood by the open door, arms folded, in his sweatpants. Where was his shirt? 

“Why? Am I expected to leave? It's still late. Why are you taking those?”

“You never stay. I'd assumed…” you shake your head. “I'll do as I please.”

“No, you won't, because you're drugging yourself again. I thought you said those meds fuck you up?” Though he steps closer, you brush past him, making your way down the flat to get a cup of water. Immediately, the stretch of nicotine hits your face, and you could only sigh when you saw the ashtray on the table.

The “tray” was an expensive fine china tea plate. 

Predictably, Jimmy trails after you. “You're wearing my shirt, by the way.”

“And you smoked in my apartment again. Quid pro quo, or whatever.” It was hard not to keep the edge out of your voice. It was, what, 4 in the morning and he's already grating your nerves. Telling you what or what not to do. Staying. Looking at you like that.

What the fuck is wrong with him? 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He drawled. 

Your head snaps to him. “What?”

“You. What the fuck is wrong with you.” 

“You're asking me that?”

“What, are we hallucinating again? Of course I'm asking you.”

God. 

Your fingers quiver as you pull a cupboard open, grabbing a glass.

He says your name. “You don't need that. Didn't I tell you to throw them away a couple months ago?”

You ignore him in favor of the faucet, awkwardly pushing it open with your wrist as your hands keep a tight clamp on the glass and pill.

“I guess you can't help it. You're barely functioning, to begin with.”

The water slowly filled the cup.

“I mean, seriously, you start crying when we're having sex. Or when we're cuddling. The only reason it's not a turn-off is because you're… somewhat attractive.” 

The overfill of water sparks fire to your senses, spilling over your fingers. 

You can feel him step closer. “I just don't get it. Hours of therapy and whatever else you do, and it's barely helping.”

Over your shoulder, he reaches over and closes the faucet, the other hand sliding down the length of your arm to find your clenched hand, containing the pill. A calloused thumb pressed against the curl of your index, and your fingers slowly loosen.

The smell of faded nicotine and salt filled your senses, alongside a familiar perfume. The one you gifted him on his birthday, you think. 

His chin set on your shoulder, and he finally coaxed the pill from your hand, tossing it into the sink and pouring the cup over it, dissolving it.

You quiver, cheek scratching against Jimmy’s stubble as you try to stumble back, pressing deeper into his chest. 

It was warm. You yanked yourself away abruptly, making both of you stumble as you stared at him. 

Scary is what it was. It was heavy.

Your feet scuffed against the floor as you took a step back, only to realize there was nowhere to go. The kitchen was a box, and Jimmy had you cornered, though he hardly looked like he noticed. He leaned against the counter, relaxed, like there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

"You’re so… dramatic," he said, not looking at you. His hand reached for the faucet handle, the rhythmic dripping of water silenced with a sharp turn. "Always making everything a thing. It’s exhausting, you know that?"

"Get out." Your voice felt too small, like it belonged to someone else.

He finally glanced at you, one brow raised like you’d said something absurd. "What? It’s 4 A.M. Where am I gonna go?"

"Anywhere. I don’t care. Just go."

Jimmy didn’t move. Instead, he let out a soft laugh, low and tired, the kind that made you feel stupid. "Relax. Jesus. I’m not exactly crashing your party here." He gestured around like the emptiness of your apartment proved his point.

Your hand tightened around the counter’s edge, nails digging into the cheap laminate. "I’m not joking."

"Neither am I." His eyes met yours, steady and unblinking. "What’s your problem tonight?"

"My problem," you repeated, tasting the words sourly. This again. "Are you serious right now?"

He shrugged, but there was something razor-sharp in the curve of his mouth. "I’m just saying, you’re a little all over the place. It’s fine, though. I get it."

"Get what?"

Jimmy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crossed the tiny space between you, slow and deliberate, until he was close enough for you to feel the faint heat of his skin. "You don’t have to explain it," he said, voice dropping to something you could only assume was an attempt at soothing. It sounded condescending. "I’m here, aren’t I? That’s what you need, right? Me, here, keeping you steady?"

"I don’t need—"

"Yeah, you do." His hand lifted, brushing against your arm, and you flinched before you could stop yourself. His fingers lingered for a beat too long before retreating. "It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I don’t mind staying."

You felt your throat tighten, words clawing to escape. "I don’t want you here."

Jimmy tilted his head, studying you like he was trying to solve a riddle. "Yeah, you’ve said that before."

"I mean it."

"And I mean this," he said, leaning back just slightly, the smirk fading into something unreadable. "I’m not going anywhere."

The weight of his words settled over you like a shroud, heavy and suffocating. Your chest throbbed, and he just kept looking at you, waiting for you to crack.

"Why do you do this?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You're playing stupid again."

"Doing what?" He repeated, stepping closer, his voice low and even, but his presence filled the room like smoke. "Looking out for you? Caring about you?” He scoffs softly. “I guess you’re just not used to it."

"You’re… you're not looking out for me."

He gave you a long, slow look, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You really believe that?"

"I—"

Before you could finish, his hand found yours again, prying your fingers away from the counter. His grip was tight and firm, unwavering. 

"Hey," he said roughly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "You don’t have to do this. Not with me. You know that, right? Why do I need to keep reminding you?"

The words twisted in your chest, pulling you in two directions at once. You wanted to believe him, to believe there was something safe in his presence. But the undercurrent of his tone told a different story, one you didn’t want to hear.

"I need you to go."

Jimmy shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, well. We both know that’s not gonna happen."

You stared at him, your pulse pounding in your ears, but he didn’t look away. Didn’t move.

And in that moment, you realized it didn’t matter what you said. It never did.

“What the fuck are we?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and for a moment, you hated yourself for even saying it. 

Jimmy didn’t answer immediately. His gaze flickered, unreadable, as if he was piecing something together that he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand. After a long pause, he sighed, just loud enough for you to hear. “Is that really what you’re asking me right now?”

“Yeah,” you said, almost quietly. “Why not?”

Jimmy leaned against the counter, eyes half-lidded like he was bored with the whole conversation, but you could tell it was more than that. He was thinking. Trying to get it under control. Trying to find a way to make it yours, even if it was just to make you stop asking.

“You always ask questions,” he said after a beat, “like that’s gonna fix anything.”

“That’s… Not what I’m trying to do.”

“You sure about that?” he said, his tone soft but sharp at the edges. It wasn’t a question—it was a push. “You don’t seem so sure right now.”

You stared at him, frustrated, but you couldn’t quite form the words. He was right there, but he was so damn impossible to get through. His eyes didn’t waver, but you could feel him pushing at you. Waiting for something. But what?

“I just want to know what this is,” you said, a little too raw. “I want to know where we stand.”

Jimmy’s eyes darkened, and he pushed himself off the counter, closing the space between you without making a sound. He was so close now, his breath brushing against your skin, and something about it made your chest tighten.

“You never know what you want,” he muttered, his voice low. “One minute, you want me gone. The next… you want me here.”

Your pulse quickened, the heat of him seeping into you, and you didn’t know if you wanted to pull away or stay still. Maybe both. “I don’t want you here,” you managed, but even to your ears, it sounded fragile.

“Yeah, you do,” he said. “You always want me around. Doesn’t matter what you say.”

You shook your head, but there was a tightness in your chest that wouldn’t loosen. You didn’t want to feel this way, but somehow he had you trapped in it, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting him to stay, needing him to stay, even though you didn’t want to admit it.

“Stop,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

He ignored it. His hand moved, slow and deliberate, until it was brushing against your arm, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. Your breath hitched, and you wanted to pull away, but you couldn’t. Something in you was pulling in the opposite direction. It drifts slowly across your exposed sternum, finally sliding around your neck. He squeezes gently. 

“You’re a mess,” he said, his voice barely above a murmur. “You know that, right? But it’s not like I don’t get it.”

“Don’t,” you breathed, throat bobbing against his palm. “Don’t say that.”

“You need me,” he said, his voice cutting through you with a sharp edge. “Even when you think you don’t.”

Your hand clenched at your side, the edges of your nails digging into your palm. “I don’t need you,” you said, but it came out weaker this time.

Jimmy took a step closer, closing the distance between you. You couldn’t back away anymore. He was too close, and somehow, he made it feel like you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“You need me to stay,” he said, his voice thick, like it wasn’t a question anymore. It was a fact, something he knew even though you weren’t saying it out loud. “You need someone to keep you steady.”

“I don’t need anyone,” you spat, but it didn’t sound right. 

“You say that now,” he said, his voice low. “But you’ll change your mind. You always do.”

Your chest tightened as he leaned in just a little more. You wanted to push him away, to tell him to leave, but something in the way he stood there made it feel like he was pulling the strings and you were just following the motion.

“You don’t get to do this,” you said, more desperate now.

He didn’t answer, just leaned in further, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. His nose bumped against your temple, breath beating against your face. Stale cigarettes.

You froze, feeling every nerve in your body hum with a twisted mix of fear and something else you couldn’t identify.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, the words absolute, a subtle pressure that you couldn’t ignore. “Not now. Not ever.”

And somehow, as he stood there, it became clear. You had said it. You had made the mistake of saying it out loud.

And you would stay. Because that’s what he needed. Even if he wouldn’t admit it. Even if you didn’t understand it.

Foreign and breathing, squirming against your chest like an exposed nerve. 

“Don’t make me say this again,” Jimmy said softly, a quiet command that you didn’t know how to fight.

And you didn’t. Not this time.

[writingstoraes]

lover 🪻

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: this is another thing i thought of knowing i have hundreds of unattended drafts lolol lmk what u think! this is like very similar to something i've posted before but only w a slightly different ending... hehe also am using mother taylor's lyrics cause they're just too good

about: you and charles seem to be really quiet, it's either one of two things — you're over or you're about to release a masterpiece that shatters all break up rumors.

wagsoff1

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wagsoff1 It has been 100 days since Y/N was seen in the paddock. Her last appearance was during the 2023 Australian GP. Any thoughts? 👀

leclercsainz yeah honestly the two of them have been really quiet lately... i'm scared

ynfan this is such a reach? 😬

lecsyn4eva are we forgetting that y/n has her own career, a pretty successful one at that, it's normal for her to not be at races at times?

wagsoff1 Hmm yeah but she's missed a ton of races, apparently rumors are only ever growing that they might be over... lecsyn4eva maybe we stop sticking our noses where it doesn't belong 🤨

queenyn MOTHER WE MISS YOU pls come back

sainzstappen Classic pattern of broken up F1 couples lol miss a few races then suddenly statements are out 😆

popgirlstm stop i will literally jump off a bridge

yourusername

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yourusername At every table, I'll save you a seat.

My 3rd full-length album, Lover, is out tomorrow at 12 EST. Sorry for the surprise but see you at the premiere ❤️

lecsyn BITCH THIS IS WHY YOUVE BEEN QUIET

mothertay miss mam we havent heard from you in months how can you drop a bomb like this so casually

norrislaren IM CRYING I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

midnightshouse y/n i need to know if i can shake my ass to this album or i will be destroying ice cream pints with tears on my face

ynalbums Judging from the title... it sounds like it's more on the romance side? gucciluv oh my god there's hope for charles and her after all 🙏

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My lover.

Beyond excited for your album, amour. Thanks for letting me be a part of it 🤍

lecsyncharles CROWD CHEERS OH MY GOD

hamilstappen im crying they broke the streak they're alive! WAR IS OVER

charlierari part of it... y/n ft. charles????

carlossainz55 Hey this counts as your musical debut? 😆

charles_leclerc I didn't sing... carlossainz55 Yeah you shouldnt c2lovers FUCK??ABSHBHWWH

landonorris Can't believe people thought you broke up you literally won't shut up about how you're in Silverstone and she's in LA

pierregasly Don't forget the calling Y/N every 10 seconds charles_leclerc ??? Please shut up

Now Playing: Lover (Music Video) - The Dedication

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc My forever lover.

tagged: yourusername

landonorris Will you save me a seat at every table?

yourusername Have my song memorized already, I see 😆 landonorris You know it!

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles! 🥂

danielricciardo I call taking most of the pictures 🙏

landonorris No???

ynlecs16 this is such a fucking surprise the two of you need to cool it down i'm hyperventilating

scuderiaferrari Best wishes to our favorite couple ❤️

yourusername Wait, I thought we broke up?

charles_leclerc Negative. You're stuck with me forever now 😘

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: taylor has got me wishing i was currently in love this is sick! anyway i only got this idea bc my tiktok fyp is swarmed with charles daylight edits and they are right he is so golden <33

[copinghex]

From his tenderness | T.S

Summary: After a long and tiring day, Tommy tucks his wife in bed. 🔞

A/N: Saturday smut hehe

Tommy knew she was in a bad mood the second she entered his office. The windows of their shared house were all closed to keep the cold out, but she still felt her hands shaking.

She plopped into the sofa and left out a sigh, covering her face with both hands.

"You didn't answer any of my texts," Tommy started, "why did you get a phone if you're not gonna use it?" 

"Tommy-" she complained, "I must've turned off the notifications, right? I'm sorry," 

He sized her up and cracked a weak smile, "You look fucking exhausted," 

"Tsk, thanks," she snorted.

"Rough day?" 

"Yeah," 

"I ordered dinner," 

"What?" 

"You didn't answer my texts so I ordered your favorite," Tommy explained and she grabbed her phone, glancing at the messages on the lockscreen.

"Hmm, I'm not hungry yet," she complained, "I just wanna go straight to bed,"

"Then go," he took a sip of his whiskey glass and went back to his work, "I'll join you later,"'

"Join me now," 

"I've work to do," 

"Don't you always? You had the whole day to finish this," she argued.

"I've got emails to send," 

"Oh? Managing to send emails without me?" she mocked, "They grow up so fast," 

"Weren't you going to bed?" Tommy gave her a scolding look.

Silence took over and she stood up, "I'll take a shower," she announced before leaving the office.

She made her way through the house checking her social media, dropping the phone on the bed when she got in the bedroom. Picking a set of clean clothes, she headed to the bathroom.

Taking her working clothes off felt the same as taking a burden off her back. She started the shower and waited until it got warm.

The water ran down her tense muscles, she quickly rubbed the soap on her skin and rinsed off. After washing her hair as well, she closed her eyes, enjoying the water on her back, however the incomplete chores of the day still clouded her mind.

With a deep frustrated sigh, she turned off the shower and grabbed her towel, perhaps a good night of sleep could achieve better success in relaxing her.

Back to the bedroom, she got dressed and plopped in bed, right in the middle, unbothered by her wet hair in the sheets or the fact Tommy might want to lay down later, he didn't put her first when she told him about her terrible day so she wouldn't put him first now either.

Except that, suddenly, a warm rough hand wrapped around her ankle. 

"Fuck!" she jumped, pulling her leg back, "What're you doing?" 

Tommy chuckled at how easily she got scared, they were the only people in the house, it couldn't be anyone else. 

"You're not gonna eat?" he asked, grabbing her leg and gently squeezing her calf muscles.

"No, I just want to sleep," she frowned, "what happened to your emails?" 

"I've set another priority," 

"Oh, really?" she scoffed and pulled her leg back again, "Or were you just struggling to edit a document?" 

"I decided to do something you often do for me,"

"You're gonna convert my docx files to pdf?" 

"Alright, fucking stop that," he demanded, "for someone who's so tired you're joking way too much," 

She smiled at his annoyed face, mentioning his lack of technological skills always made him defensive.

"So here's what you're gonna do," he held the hem of her shirt, "take these off, shut your pretty mouth and lay on your stomach,"

"Why?" she questioned.

"Do it," he gave her an assuring nod. 

Hesitantly, she took her clothes off, laying down on only underwear. She frowned when Tommy reached for something from the dressing table and straddled her thighs.

"What are you-"

"Just relax, alright? I dropped my paperwork for this," 

A shiver ran down her spine as Tommy spread lotion through her back. He pressured in between her shoulder blades, melting the tension underneath his palm just like she had done for him many times. 

A smirk showed on his face when he noticed the sleepy look on her face, he was certain that when he finished, she'd promptly fall asleep in his arms. 

His rough hands trailed the way down to her lower back, effortlessly soothing the knots on her muscles. Tommy took his time to extinguish any ounces of tension, handling her body with the mastery he cultivated in the time they were together.

At certain point, she felt liquid in his hands, loose as a ragdoll, but surprisingly, not asleep yet. Whatever was clouding her mind was resistant to enough to not vanish.

Gently, Tommy lifted her hips and pressed her back down, making her arch for him. His fingers brushed on her clothed pussy making her whine,

"Tommy-" she peeked at him, "I'm tired," 

"It works for me when I can't sleep," he argued and she chuckled.

"Not always, that's why I insist you take your meds," 

"Yeah," he admitted in defeated tone, "and what an insistent creature you are," 

"You are a creature," she struck back then smiled, "come here," 

Turning to face him, she tried to attach her lips to his neck, he quickly held her jaw though, not allowing her leave any marks on him.

"No, last time I had to keep up with John spitting three jokes per minute," 

"But Tom-" she tried to remove his hand.

"No, just let me take care of you, eh?" 

With a weak smile, she nodded, "Okay," 

Tommy pecked her lips and headed to the wardrobe, rummaging through the drawers until he found their lube bottle, "Tongue or fingers?" 

"You," 

"Alright," with a naughty smirk, he also got a condom and a tiny vibrator.

Once he was back in bed, she attached their lips together, her mind slipped away from any worries at the feeling of his gentle kiss. One of Tommy's hands rested on the top of her head while the other guided her legs around him.

At the same time, her hands explored the soft skin under his shirt, the lean muscles twitched and she smiled against his lips, she knew Tommy had many women before and yet, simple gentle touches made him weak.

When necessity demanded, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily with desire.

"I love you," she breathed out.

"You better," he weakly smiled, pampering kisses on the valley of her breasts.

Reaching for their little toy, Tommy turned it on and attached his lips to her neck. Her eyes closed at the exquisite combination, nibbles soothed by his gentle tongue, followed by wet kisses.

In feather-like movements, he teased her nipples with the vibrator. He wasn't particularly fond of the loud sound, but he was of the sweet moans he heard when it came to play.

She barely realized when they started to leave her lungs, Tommy couldn't waste the opportunity to point out, "Not so stressed now, eh?" 

"Hm-hmm," she denied.

"Does it feel good, love?" he whispered, lips brushing against her ear.

"Hm," finally opening her eyes, she pleaded, "want you, Tom," 

With a mix of scoff and laugh, Tommy put the vibrator away and laid down on the bed, "C'here," 

Taking her panties off, she placed one knee on each side of his head, at full display for him. She gripped on the headboard feeling his warm breath against her.

He affectionately stroked her hips at the same time kisses were placed on her inner thighs, a playful bite made her gasp with laughter which was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his warm mouth.

Tommy dragged his tongue through her wet folds, tasting her entry before moving to her swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud, he switched between licking and gently sucking.

His strong hands pulled her further into his face and instinctively, her hips moved searching for more. As his name poured from her lips in weak moans, she moved forward trying to get him on her entry again, he obliged, teasing her needy hole before giving her pussy an appreciative kiss.

Suddenly, Tommy stopped, contanting himself with tracing her inner lips with feather-like touches.

"Tom?" she asked, confused and slightly frustrated with the lack of touch.

"It's alright," he soothed, "I got you," 

Pushing two fingers into her, he resumed his movements, this time the double pleasure got louder moans from her. His fingertips brushed the perfect spot on her insides and the coldness of his wedding ring added an even better touch, she felt herself soaking up his hand and chin.

The sweet tightness of an orgasm started to grow on her stomach, resting her cheek on the headboard, her hips moved in small circles trying to get all the pleasure her man provided.

She took a hand to Tommy's head, holding into his soft hair, the raspy groan he left out against her pussy was enough to send her over the edge. She couldn't control the urge of fucking his face through the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

He kept going until she started panting and finally feeling her eyelids heavy. Every ounce of stress or energy left her body and she moaned a spoiled sound, expressing how satisfied she was. Tommy should have stopped by then, he didn't.

Guiding her arms behind her back, he simply ordered her not to move, there was no need for physical restraint, her unquestionable obedience was enough. Pulling the hood of her clit, he left her completely exposed, flapping his tongue on her reddish tip.

"Tommy, please," she whined, "please, please please, it's sensitive," 

Tommy chuckled hearing her pathetic begging, dragging his tongue to her soaked entry and finishing his short torture sucking her lips together.

With two little smacks on her ass, he allowed her to get off his face. She moved down to his hips, comfortably sitting before laying down on his chest with her eyes closed.

"Want to sleep now?" he whispered.

"No," she quietly answered, "still want you," 

"Yeah? You're sleepy, I can tell," 

"Hmmm," she complained, "want you, Tom," 

"I know, love, but looks like you're already sleeping," 

"Hm," 

"When you wake up I'll give you what you want, alright?" 

She took a moment to considerate his offer, then finally agreed, "Hmm," 

Kissing her forehead, Tommy stroked her lower back until he heard low snores coming from her. With a small smile, he carefully got out of bed, covering her naked body with a blanket before leaving the room.

He still had paperwork to make, this time without worrying about her.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hi maggots, it's Asmi!

It seems we have arrived at That Point again, when I need a new intro post. So here we are! The Official (kidnapped) Good Omens Mascot and uh Maggot Prince has returned with a fresh post.

First, before I talk about myself, here are some important links that people ask me for and I want to make sure they're accessible:

The Official Maggots Server of Doom on Discord: The server of kindness and chaos and brainrot where we just vibe (I promise you'll be welcome there, whoever you are, maggot, so many people who were shy are now screeching at me and I love that). Link here.

Weirdly-Specific-But-Ok The Youtube Channel: Yes, thanks to the 10khaos post, I made a Youtube channel. I intend to cause a lot of chaos on it, I have already begun. Hehe. Link here.

My Ko-fi: Ummmm this exists? Wahoo a Ko-fi. No pressure and I appreciate you all whether you're a silent lurker, causing chaos, supporting me with words or supporting me on Ko-fi. I love you. Link here.

My PO address and email: I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU, SNAIL MAIL OR MAIL OR OTHERWISE! Link here.

The Good Omens Ad: A lot of you ask me what Good Omens is about. Never fear! I wrote an advertisement for it ages ago, and @1800ineedshelp edited it fabulously. Link here.

Okay I think that's the important parts, I'll edit it later, and now... uh HELLO!

I'm Asmi, I'm 20 years old, he/him, very queer and probably napping at any given moment of the day. Because of a chaotic post, I now have a fandom. My fans, such as they are, are known as maggots. There is a lot of significance behind that (accidentally, I just picked it because it looked like mascot kind of).

I am the Official Good Omens Mascot, because I was kidnapped by the fandom in January after I made a summary post of Good Omens without watching it, just by what I saw on my tumblr dash. I have grown very fond of this title and the fandom, and have since watched the show (some episodes twice).

Also, this blog is a safe space for all queer people, and yes that includes aroace-spec people, trans people, all queer people. If you don't agree with that, there's the door *points to a pit of boiling sulphur*.

ANYWAY YES ENOUGH TALKING WELCOME TO THE CHAOS JUST BE KIND AND RESPECTFUL OF EACH OTHER, BE AS IRREVERENT TO ME AS POSSIBLE, AND WE'LL GET ALONG GREAT. YOU DON'T NEED TO INTERACT TO BE PART OF THIS FAMILY, EVERYONE IS WELCOME! WAHOO!

[if you see talk of spare organs, the Wibbles Incident, Fae kidnapping, Red Bull-induced madness, me thirsting over Crowley etc, don't worry about it, it's normal here. just be careful when gardening and/or fishing is mentioned, it's a trap.]

I LOVE YOU!