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aestheticpixelz · 5 months ago
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☀️best maxis match swim cc for toddlers☀️
In honor of my best maxis match swimwear lookbook getting over 1k reblogs (thank you!! 💕💕), here are some cute swimsuits for your toddlers!
You can find all the links (in order) to these swimsuits⤑ here
I've also linked to the pool floaties and sunglasses on the list! Once again, the hair is by the amazing @ravensim!
✨thanks to the lovely cc creators @casteru, @madlensims, @buildbuymode, @pluto-sims, @powluna, @boschianacc, @kliekie!
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victorluvsalice · 6 months ago
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Sims 4 Valicer Outfit Fun IV -- SDX Swimsuits Edition!
I said another one of these was coming, didn't I? XD Just in time for summer, here are some modern "lounging by the pool" swimsuit looks for the trio, created in response to the recent SDX drop of some new colors and styles of swimwear on 5/14/2024:
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Victor here is showing off the new knee-length swimming trunks in a nice dark blue, along with a light blue tank top with a little dark blue front pocket detail that just made me laugh. I mean, he FEELS like the kind of guy to have a swimming outfit with a pocket for a handkerchief or something. XD Black shades and a pair of nice dull blue sandals complete the look!
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Alice, meanwhile, is showing off one of the multiple feminine tops added (one of the slightly frillier ones with spaghetti straps – thought it looked the best on her) in dark blue, with a set of matching bottoms with white piping around the legs. She also sports a lovely floppy blue sunhat; some blue-framed sunglasses; and some blue-and-white sandals, perfect for lounging by the water.
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And Smiler – well, uh, Smiler actually gets TWO pictures, because I didn’t realize when I designed the first outfit that it didn’t actually include the new stuff. ^^; (Though, that being said, I’d swear these short swim trunks weren’t in the catalog before either…then again, considering I’m constantly discovering shit in CAS, don’t trust me on this). But I still like this look for them – the rainbow tank top is very them, and the swim trunks come in the perfect yellow-and-black swatch to sell The Smiler theme. :D Just pair them with some yellow sandals and some gold-framed sunglasses and they are set!
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And HERE’S Smiler in the explicitly new stuff, as per a check on Sims Community – same sunglasses and sandals, but they now have the new tank top in yellow, along with the knee-length trunks in yellow with some decorative black stitching. I prefer the shorter trunks because they have stronger The Smiler vibes, but I appreciate that both items have proper yellow swatches for me to use. More yellow clothes please, Sims 4!
Please enjoy your Modern!Valicer Summer vibes. :) More Chill Valicer Save stuff next week!
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antiquatedsimmer · 7 months ago
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Doyle Legacy 1890s - 1900s LOOKBOOK
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Helena Doyle Harrington 1890s - 1900s
Babies first Lookbook!😀
Helena's upbringing was marked by poverty, stemming from the loss of her mother. This hardship led her to turn to prostitution for survival. However, her future husband Eddy, rescued her from a dangerous encounter with a violent client, allowing her to leave that life behind.
Together, they transformed an abandoned hunting shed into a functioning farm for their family.
Known affectionately as "Dove," Which is a pet name given to her since she worked as a painted lady. The color red became symbol for Helena since she adopted it as her signature, using the color to accentuate her vibrant hair and attract clientele during her time in the sex work industry.
Even after transitioning from a sex worker to a devoted wife I kept that color in mind each time she got an updated wardrobe.
The Harringtons lived poorly which is also why some of Helena's outfits seem out of date for time, she utilized her knowledge of previous decades sewing patterns to make clothes for herself.
I used up every outfit slot in CAS and I'd rather not overwhelm myself so instead I chose my favorites to share!
CC LISTED BELOW THE CUT
Thank you creators who put a lot of time and effort into making content then allowing all of us to enjoy it in our games as well! :)
If anything turns out to be credited incorrectly don't be afraid to contact me and I will correct it!
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Helena Details: Teeth | Lipstick | Eyelashes | Eyeshadow | Non-Default Eyes | Eyebrows | Skintone ( Soft Rose Skin ) | Lip Preset ( N3 ) | Eye Preset ( 3 ) | Body Preset ( 4 )
The Painted Lady: Dress | Dress Fringe Acc | Hair | Boots | Torn Stockings
Soiled Dove Work Uniform: Hair | Bodice | Skirt | Boots | Torn Stockings
Everyday: Hair | Top | Wool Socks | Boots
Housework: Apron | Hair | Top | Skirt | Hair | Dirt Overlay | Wool Socks
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Going Out: Dress | Hair | Hat | Gloves ( Basegame )
Wedding: Gloves | Hair | Veil | Dress | Heels
Formal: Dress | Hair | Heels | Hat
Party: Dress (The Eloise Dress)| Heels | Hat
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Underwear: Outfit is BelleBoudoirSet by GildedGhosts(orig link is broken) | Stockings are Basegame
Sleepwear: Nightgown | Hair
Swimming: Bathing Dress | Shoes | Hair | Tights
Hot Weather: Lace Shawl | Boater Hat | Bodice & Skirt | Boots | Hair | Dirt Overlay
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Hot Weather: Hair | Dress & Apron | Boots
Fall Everyday: Hair | Boots | Hair | Wool Socks | Fingerless gloves | Blouse | Skirt
Chilly Weather: Hair | Sweater Dress | Boots | Wool Socks
Winter: Headscarf | Boots | Wool Socks | Shawl & Apron | Scarf | Gloves | Hair
CC Creators:
@dzifasims @magic-bot @vintagesimstress @the-melancholy-maiden @kedluu @twisted-cat @remussirion @sentate @northernsiberiawinds @evoxyr @obscurus-sims @chere-indolente @linzlu @saurussims @uxji @simlotus @stamsim @gilded-ghosts @simstomaggie @dancemachinetrait @twentiethcenturysims @waxesnostalgic @peebsplays @rustys-cc @eirflower @dallasgirl79 @acanthus-sims @happylifesims @satterlly @dissiasims @historicalsimslife @zurkdesign @clumsyalienn @mlyssimblr
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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 months ago
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Kitten
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Warnings: 18+ only! This is pure smut. A little dubcon. Your brother’s alpha besties want you but they’ve been so good for so long. What happens when a group trip turns into a one bed situation? Also reader is Sam’s long lost sister or something. Suspend your belief 😂 (I had to include some kind of Sam for our shared birthday)
Enjoy 😊
Please do not copy or repost my work
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This really wasn’t supposed to happen.
They’re your brother’s friends. How did you end up like this?
They were supposed to be going on a boys fishing trip to celebrate your brother’s new job but he suddenly came down with something and wasn’t feeling up to it and, as his roommate and baby sister, they insisted you take his place. You didn’t know the first thing about fishing! But when it came to his two alpha buddies you got all tongue tied and your omega came spilling out like an over boiling pot. They were just so handsome and big and imposing and charismatic. They have great jobs and fancy cars and penthouse apartments. The ideal alphas.
It also didn’t help that you were a couple weeks away from your heat. It just makes their sway over you more powerful. They didn’t mean any harm. They were just used to being surrounded by other alphas. They didn’t know how to reign it in. Normally your brother was around as a buffer. You were rarely ever alone with them…
The two hour car ride was the longest you’d ever spent with just the two of them. They went on and on about baseball and beer and guns and other things you had absolutely no knowledge about so you just sat quietly in the back seat with your phone and your switch and prayed you were almost there.
But it would be fine! It was supposed to be a huge family suite with a bunch of rooms and a full kitchen and everything. You’d have your own space to retreat to if they became…too much for you.
But being there gave you absolutely no relief.
“I’m sorry!” The hotel front desk manager started after looking up your stay. “We accidentally overbooked and had to give away your room. We can rectify it tomorrow but tonight all we have is a single king.”
They readily agreed, not paying any attention to your protest. They said it would be fun. Like camping.
You never liked camping.
So now you stand between the rock that is Steve Rogers and the hard place that is Bucky Barnes.
“We’ll just take the floor, kitten,” Bucky smiles using the nickname they’ve called you since you were children. “I prefer it anyway. Better for my back.”
“Yeah. You get comfortable. Don’t worry about us,” Steve assures you. You just nod while the boys call down for extra pillows and blankets and food while you clean up from the long drive. It wasn’t super late but it was late enough that you weren’t going to do anything else tonight. The boys wanted to get up early. Apparently that’s when the fish are most active? The most you knew about fishing was from Animal Crossing and if any of that was true, they should be waiting for it to rain. Which reminds you that you that you need to water your flowers in your little digital town. You’ll do it as soon as you’re out of the shower…
Well, ain’t this some shit.
You didn’t exactly pack to share close quarters.
The only PJs you brought were mini shorts and cropped tank tops that were pretty much transparent in the right light. You should have brought a comfy sweater or something to cover up in but you wanted to pack light. You didn’t want to look like ‘that girl’ with a suitcase for every night. But at least you’d have a sleeping sweater…
You roll your eyes at your idiotic lack of foresight and choose the least see through ones and hope they don’t look too closely.
So much for that.
The second you walk back into the main room, two sets of blue eyes are on you. They suddenly forget all about their baseball, their beer, and their guns at the vision in front of them. Your soft curves are clearly visible through your lack of clothes: a sight they’ve only seen when the group goes swimming. They can barely keep it together with you prancing around in tiny fabric triangles that barely cover your wet and obviously cold body. But normally your brother was there to keep them at bay.
No older brother in sight. Just you left alone for the two of them. All. Weekend. Long.
Steve is the first one clear his throat and avert his gaze. “We ordered some pizzas. Is that okay with you?”
“Y-yeah! Pizza’s great,” you smile nervously. “I’m done in the bathroom if either of you want a turn.”
Bucky doesn’t even spare Steve a glance as he makes his way to the bathroom. “Age before beauty,” he snarks at the blond leaving the two of you alone.
You just smile at the tall blond sitting on the edge of the bed before rifling through your luggage for your Switch unknowingly giving Steve the perfect view of your peach ass through your tiny shorts.
“Shit,” Steve breathes, tilting his head slightly to see what else you’re hiding under there.
“What was that?” You ask pulling yourself out from your duffle.
“Oh, nothing,” the blond says quickly snapping his head back to the TV. “Just the game. Crazy play…” he trails.
“Oh?” You smile and nod already knowing you won’t understand what’s going on so you don’t bother asking. You snuggle up against the pillows to play your game and ignore whatever sports ball game is on.
“What are you playing?” His voice doesn’t initially reach you as you shake your head and focus on the alpha watching you. When did Steve’s eyes get so pretty? They’re like kaleidoscopes of green and blue. Hmmmm…
Wait. He said something, didn’t he?
“I’m sorry?”
“What are you playing?” He asks again leaning back to see the screen of your handheld console.
“Animal Crossing,” you whisper. He’s so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. He’s never been this close…
“That game’s super popular lately, huh? Never tried it. I used to just play Halo and GTA when I was as your age.”
“GTA is pretty fun,” you smile.
“What’s an innocent little thing like you know about GTA?”
“I get on my brother’s PlayStation every once in a while,” you admit. “I’m not that innocent,” you giggle singing the song.
“I feel like we’ll be learning all kinds of things about you this weekend,” Steve laughs as his hand finds your ankle, stroking the smooth skin gently. You practically leap from your skin. He can’t do that! Can he? He can’t do it again…
And then he does, his rough fingers tracing the inside of your ankle, and a wave arousal spills from you like clockwork. His fresh rain and smoke scent washes over you heavily and a soft whimper escapes your lips.
You can’t do this! Not for a whole weekend!
A knock at the door has you leaping away from him, tugging your feet away quickly.
“Someone’s jumpy,” Steve laughs before getting the door. Saved by the bell. A hotel employee brings a stack of pillows, blankets, and towels before rolling in a cart with two pizza boxes and two pitchers of beer.”
“We figured you wouldn’t eat much,” Steve laughs grabbing a chilled glass and plate before leaning next to you on the bed.
“Food’s here?” Bucky grins stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of low hanging grey sweats. Just a pair of low hanging grey sweats…
So many muscles…so much outline…
You’re going to die here.
His hair was still wet and messy as he mimicked Steve; grabbing food and finding a spot on the other side of you on the bed.
“What’s up, kitten? You gonna eat?” He asks before taking a bite.
“Uh, yeah,” you whisper and slide out from between the two giant men. When did it get so hot? You’re suddenly glad for your lack of clothing.
There’s no chairs or a table in this room. It really is the barebones. It’s hard to believe that this is the same hotel with three bedroom suites.
You sit on the edge of the bed, taking Steve’s spot and nibbling on your food quietly.
“Kitten, you know we love you but you’re blocking the TV,” Bucky groans. “Come back up here.” No. No no no no. Not back there between those two big imposing men.
“Your spots still nice and warm for you,” Steve sighs patting the spot in between them. You didn’t need warmth. Warmth was the last thing you needed. But you slide your plate across the bed and scoot back between them.
“Ain’t this nice?” Bucky asks.
“You don’t want a drink, kitten?” Steve wonders.
“Oh no,” you smile. “Beer isn’t really my thing.”
“Shit! We should’ve ordered something for you. We should know you better by now,” Steve sighs.
“Rosé, huh, kitten?” Bucky asks guiltily.
“Yeah, a rosé would be nice but I’m fine,” you insist and shake your bottle of water before taking a sip.
“That’s no fun kitten. We want you to drink with us. I’ll call down and get a bottle.” A whole bottle? Oh no! You attempt to stop the brunet alpha but he’s already on the phone ordering their best bottle.
“Don’t worry about it, kitten. We’ll pay for it,” Steve laughs. That’s not the problem! You almost shout at him but then he uses that alpha influence on you. “Sit back and relax. Please.”
“O-okay,” you whisper and settle back into the pillows.
“Who knew you could be so obedient?” Bucky laughs hanging up the phone. “You never listen to your brother like that?”
These two are not your brother.
“Did you see that play?” Steve shouts.
“He’s going! He going! He’s going!”
“Come on, Evans! Fuck yeah! You’re going to owe me a fortune at the end of the season,” Steve laughs.
“My bracket’s going to turn around. Just you wait, punk.”
“Whatever, jerk.” You smile at their antics. You’ve heard it your entire life but it never stopped being adorable.
“You two are cute.” The words slip from your mouth before you get a chance to stop yourself. Their blue gazes are back on you in an instant.
“Cute, huh?” Bucky smirks, biting his bottom lip slightly. Oh no.
“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Steve grins leaning slightly closer to you. No no no no! You almost claw your way out from between them when there’s another knock at the door. Thank God!
You move to get up but Bucky presses your thigh back down. “Sit. I got it.” He returns only to hand you a glass of wine. “Drink up. You have a whole bottle to get through.”
“There’s no way I’ll finish that, Bucky,” you laugh taking the glass with both hands.
“You won’t know until you try, kitten,” Steve smirks poking your nose with his index finger.
These two are going to kill you.
You’re soon giggling at Bucky’s jokes and leaning into Steve’s touch after your third glass of wine.
“You should’ve seen him. He was puking over the railing. Those poor fish!” Bucky laughs at the man behind you’s expense. Steve attempts to fight off his own laughter, gripping your waist and pulling you closer against him as you laugh at Bucky’s story.
“Whatever. You keep talking shit. I’m going to take a shower,” Steve chuckles and pulls away from you.
“So, kitten, tell me about your first date?”
“What?” You laugh, taking a sip of your wine.
“We told you about ours. I wanna hear about yours,” Bucky smiles running his hand up your thigh.
“Oh, it really isn’t all that interesting. It was just this guy in high school. We went to the movies. I think we saw Superbad or one of those Michael Cera movies. He tried to kiss me before my mom could come get me up but I wasn’t feeling it.”
“You wouldn’t kiss a guy after one of Michael Cera’s attempts at acting?”
“No,” you giggle. “He’s a fine actor. I just wasn’t feeling it,” you shrug.
“Alright, tell me about your first kiss then.”
“My first…?” You ask scrunching your brows up at the alpha. “Umm, well…”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed,” Bucky laughs leaning a little closer. His hand hitches a little higher on your hip, gripping what’s exposed of your ass. Any other time you would have been running as far away from him as possible but right now his sandalwood and lavender scent is going to send you straight into an early heat.
“Promise not to laugh?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.
“I won’t. Scouts honor.”
“Like you were ever a scout,” you smile in disbelief. “Well, I didn’t have it until college.”
“Late bloomer, huh?”
You nod. “I went to my first ever college party and got really wasted and I was dancing with this guy.”
“Recipe for disaster,” Bucky grins, pulling you a little closer. You happily curl into him, slotting your leg between his. Your hand comes to rest on his lower stomach. You’ve never felt such strong abs before. You can’t help but feel a little bit. You hope he doesn’t mind.
“I told you not to laugh!” You smile.
“You’re telling the story so dramatically I can’t help it.”
You groan softly and continue your story. “So I was dancing with this guy and my friends were ready to leave so we left and he came with us. Walked with us all the way across campus, it had to have been a couple of miles and he lived close to where the party was.”
“He was trying to get some,” Bucky laughs spanking you softly.
“He was! And he wasn’t subtle about it at all! We were plotting how to ditch him the entire walk. So my friend, Milly, said just make out with him and we’ll have the automatic doors at the dorm lock him out. She didn’t know I’d never kissed a guy so I was just dreading it. Like, why do I care how this guy thinks I kiss but we made it to the dorm. They’re looking at me expectantly, waiting to slam the auto doors on this poor kids face. I just copied what I’d seen on TV, lured him right into the doorway and I just went for it. I literally puffed out my cheeks and pressed my lips against his and he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth and it was horrible! It scared me so much, I stepped back before the girls said go but Milly was on the wrestling team so she has lightning fast reflexes and she slammed the door right on his tongue.” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you and Bucky’s soon follows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!” You cry pressing your hand against his chest.
“How could you expect me not to laugh at that?” He chuckles. “Poor fucker. Didn’t know what he was getting into with a feisty little omega like you.”
“Feisty? Me?” You laugh.
“Yes, you,” Steve laughs from behind you, sliding back into the bed freshly washed and in only a thin pair of boxers and a tank top. “What’d you do, kitten?” His strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you slightly from Bucky’s grip. One hand splays across you stomach and the other rest a little too high on your ribs to be friendly.
“She was telling me about her first kiss. She’s an evil little thing.”
“Oh, not our kitten. She’s an angel,” Steve admits nuzzling his face in your neck. It feels so good. To be wrapped in two pairs of strong arms. Both their scents settle over you so comfortably. You wish you could drown in it. You practically purr at their touch. In fact…
“Kitten,” Bucky laughs. “Are you purring?”
“No!” You deny quickly pressing away from them. “We should really get ready for bed-”
“Aw, come on, kitten,” Bucky sighs pulling you back down into his embrace. “Hang out with us.” Hang out? The last thing these two were doing was hanging out but you fall back into his arms anyway. “Was your second kiss any better?” Bucky asks distracting you from Steve’s touch.
“W-well, yeah. They were all much better after that.”
“So, you’re a pretty good kisser, huh?” Steve asks pressing his lips against your neck then licking at the sensitive skin there just above your scent gland. “Do you kiss as good as you taste?”
“Wha-! No! Steve!” You whine squirming under his touch.
“Kitten, really. I wish you’d relax for us,” Bucky sighs. “You haven’t slammed anymore tongues into doors?”
You shake your head no while Bucky’s hand grips your ass, pulling you into him and right into something more stiff than his abs but they don’t even give you a chance to react to that.
“Can you show me, kitten? How you kiss?” Steve asks softly, his hand snaking under your tiny shirt and pressing you down onto your back.
“Stevie, Bucky, w-we really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whine looking up into Steve’s ocean eyes. He really does have beautiful eyes.
“Why shouldn’t we?” Bucky asks pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “You trust us, don’t you?”
“We’d never hurt you, kitten. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to get you away from your brother.”
“Practically since you presented.”
“That long?” You whisper, attempting to look at Bucky.
“You developed all these tantalizing curves, kitten. How could we resist?” There are hands all over your body. You can’t tell which ones belong to who. All you know is that you don’t want them to stop.
“We know you want us,” Steve sighs pressing your tiny shirt up over your breasts. “Your scent is fucking intoxicating.”
“And it spikes like crazy when we’re around. Just let us make you feel good, kitten. If you hate it, we’ll leave you alone,” Bucky promises.
“But we know you’ll love it.” Steve presses down your body and nips at your breast. You whine, spreading your legs to accommodate his large body.
“See? You already love it,” Bucky chuckles. He finally presses his lips to yours and it practically takes your breath away.
“Bucky,” you whimper against his lips as his scents spikes for you.
“Fuck,” Steve groans against your nipples. “Open up for us. Good girl, kitten.” You whine as your core clenches around nothing. You need them. You’ve never needed anyone more in your life. A set of fingers find your clothed core and you arch off the bed dramatically. “Warm her up for me, Buck?”
“You got it, pal,” Bucky chuckles around your lips. So many of your senses were firing at once. You didn’t know what to focus on. Steve’s tongue on your nipples and Bucky’s fingers at your clit. Fuck. It was all too much.
“Please,” you whisper not knowing what you wanted but you needed it.
“Please?” Steve chuckles. “Whatever you want, kitten. We’ll give it to you.”
“But you gotta tell us,” Bucky mutters. His fingers clear your tiny shorts and make contact with your naked pussy. You gasp at the feeling making them both chuckle softly.
“What can we do for you?” Steve asks.
“I-I wanna-I wanna-“
“You wanna what, kitten?” Steve’s mouth sucks at your sensitive nipples and Bucky’s fingers press against your quivering clit.
“Wanna cum!” You whine sharply.
“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky chuckles and pulls away from you along with Steve.
“Wai-! Where are you going?” You pant as they sit back to watch you.
“We need to get rid of all these clothes first,” Steve explains and presses your legs together to pull off your shorts while Bucky tugs your tiny top over your head. Then they work on themselves. Your eyes widen as you watch them peel off their bottoms, revealing their hard red leaking cocks.
“What’s wrong, kitten? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bucky smirks as he tosses away his sweats and grips his heavy erection, a steady stream leaking from it’s tip and making his scent so much more heady.
“You’re alright. Just relax,” Steve’s scent permeates beyond Bucky’s settling over you like a weighted blanket as he strips revealing his own giant cock. Precum bubbles out of his tip in thick globs making you gulp.
“Y-you’re both so big,” you whisper.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Steve laughs. “We’ll get you nice and warmed up. You’ll barely feel us.” Barely!? You want to run away but you’re paralyzed under their gaze. “Now, let me get a real taste of you.” Steve tugs your legs up over his shoulders until you’re dangling with the top of your head on his lap and staring blankly at a now upside down Bucky. You don’t even have time to think about it before his tongue licks a strip up your core and you’re left screaming for him.
“Told you we’d make you feel good,” Bucky chuckles. “Now look at you. In the perfect position to fill up that cute little hole.”
“Wh-“ But you’re cut off by Bucky tapping his tip against your bottom lips. “That’s not gonna fit!” You protest but it’s on deaf ears as he presses past your lips into your hot, wet mouth.
“See? We know what we’re doing, kitten. Trust us,” Bucky sighs as he strokes himself against your lips. A hand wraps around one of yours and guides it around his thick member, showing you how hard to squeeze. “There you go, kitten. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck. How long do you think she can stay like this, Stevie?”
Steve pulls away long enough to mutter, “Until she cums,” before diving back into your hot pussy.
You whine around your oral burden feeling the blood simultaneously rush to your head and your core until you feel like you’ll pass out from the pressure. Your whimpers get more frantic and your attention on Bucky’s cocks gets more spotty until you’re legs are clamped around Steve’s head for dear life. You get so close as everything gets so dark and fuzzy around the edges. You can’t hold on anymore. Your eyes flutter shut just as sparkles burst behind your lids and you cum flooding into Steve’s awaiting mouth.
Fuck…
Fuck!
Your eyes wretch open at the impossible stretch inside your core. “Ah! Ahhh! Stevie! Bucky!” You cry out softly as the walls of flesh around you start to console you.
“Hey! Hey, kitten. You’re okay. Calm down,” Steve instructs, his scent starting to lull you into a sense of security as his fingers stroke your cheek gently.
“We told you you’d barely feel it,” Bucky laughs from behind you.
You feel it now! He feels impossibly large and how is he fucking you twice?
You glance down to see between your and Steve’s bodies.
No. No no no no! You let out a strangled scream as the pain of having two monster cocks inside of you starts register.
“Hey! Relax!” Bucky barks. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Being this full of us?”
“Just imagine being full of our babies,” Steve grunts.
“Fuck, you’d look so beautiful. All round with huge, leaking tits,” Bucky chuckles as his fingers dance across your hard nipples.
“You aren’t on birth control, are you?”
“N-no,” you whisper, smothering your face is Steve’s shoulder.
“Good,” they both reply at once. Not good. You weren’t ready for babies. You didn’t even have a mate…
“Stop,” Bucky calls to his partner sensing your distress first. “What wrong, kitten?”
“Tell us. Let us fix it,” Steve seconds as they both still inside of you.
You can barely think straight with them stretching you like this let alone reply.
“Can’t-can’t have a baby,” you strain.
“Why not?” Steve asks, stroking your braids from your face before cupping your face.
“I-we-we’re not-“
“Out with it, kitten,” Bucky groans smacking the side of your ass.
“Bucky,” Steve reprimands. “Talk to us, kitten.”
“We’re not mated!” You finally moan into Steve’s shoulder.
“Oh?” Steve laughs.
“Is that all?” Bucky chuckles. “Don’t worry about that.”
“You’ll have marks all over you by Sunday. No one will ever question who you belong to,” Steve smirks before gripping your hips and beginning to thrust into you anew. Bucky follows suit and you wonder just how much the human body can take before it splits in half. It’s too much. Far too much. They’re too big! They take up too much space in your little body. Just when you think you’ll pass out again Steve grumbles that he’s going to cum and Bucky mimics his notion shortly afterwards.
“Please, please, please,” you chant, slurring your speech with how close your own release is.
Then one of them hits that spot just right and you’re screaming for them, clinching around them enough that they cum spilling inside of you. And then you’re left screaming again as their knots pop into place keeping all that essence bottle up inside you as they continue to spew their seed.
You gasp as you feel your belly bloat with all of it, bowing outward against Steve’s strong abs.
“Too much!” You whine at the feeling. Too full. Too tight. Too heavy. Far too much.
“Hey! I know. I know. It’s a lot. Hang in there for us,” Bucky attempts to soothe but you immediately feel another round of hot cum paint your insides and ballooning your stomach even more.
“Can’t!” You cry but both men rub your arms and your face, attempting to calm you just enough to get you on your side. Bucky’s hand finds your bloated stomach and rubs soft circles into it while Steve whispers sweet praises in your ear.
“You were so good for us, kitten. The best girl we could ask for. You gonna hold on to all that hot cum and make us a bunch of babies?” You can only nod slightly as you attempt to get comfortable. Your quickened breaths eventually get heavier as you start to doze off. “There you go, kitten. Get some rest. You deserve it.”
“She’s tight as a drum, Stevie,” Bucky sighs as his fingers find your navel. It’s straining against the need to pop to give the cum inside you a little extra room.
“We might have over done it,” Steve chuckles until he feels his partner starting to strain against his knot. “The fuck are you doing?
“She’s just so hot like this. I can’t help it,” Bucky groans as he humps into their little partner.
“Fuck, Buck!” Steve hisses trying to ignore the friction against his own cock. “You’re gonna make me cum!” But Bucky just ignores him thrusting shallowly into you while you sleep.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-“ Bucky sighs cumming into you once more and pulling Steve closely behind with him. You whimper softly in your sleep as your tummy bows out even more.
“Fuck, Buck! No more. She can’t handle it,” Steve says with an air of authority as he holds you against him protectively.
“I’m exhausted anyway,” the brunet yawns and cups your breast and your stomach as he follows you into sleep.
You wake up far more bloated than you remember when you fell asleep but at least both your alphas knots had gone down.
Your alphas…
It was interesting to think of them like that after so long of them being your brother’s friends. Your alphas sounds…nice.
You scramble from between the two sleeping giants and rush to the bathroom to release the load they deposited in you. You watch your bloated stomach deflate and wonder what pregnancy would be like.
You quickly shake your head of the thought. No babies without mating! You don’t care how much your omega instincts want to take over, that was never going to happen!
You return to the main room and find Bucky and Steve had turned into more comfortable positions without being knotted inside of you. You still crawl in between them and curl over Bucky’s chest in exhaustion.
“Hey? You alright?” He yawns feeling your weight as you nuzzle into him. You just nod and attempt to snuggle further into his chest. “Hang on. I want my pick of spots. Sit up for a second.” You sleepily obey, sitting on your heels before him while he scrutinizes you. He tilts your head to the left and bares his fangs into your shoulder right above your scent gland. Your eyes widen at how simple it is. No posturing. No rituals. Just a mark and you already feel more drawn to him. “There. All mine,” Bucky smiles proudly. “Punk! Wake up and claim her!” You can’t help but giggle at the two before you slide into Steve’s arms. You hold up your head on the opposite side of Bucky’s for him and that’s it. He’s marked you for life. You feel his pull start to tug you in as well as you press a kiss to his lips. You crawl from his arms and attempt to curl back in between them.
“You are far too active for a pregnant woman,” Steve mutters turning over to face you. “It obviously didn’t take and we need to try again.”
“I agree,” Bucky laughs only for you to protest and use the sheets as a shield against them.
“We have all weekend, right? You two can destroy me again tomorrow?”
Bucky smirks at you knowingly before averting his gaze to Steve. “Only if that’s a promise, ‘mega.” Your eyes widen at your brunet alpha.
“Goodnight, kitten,” Steve wishes and presses a kiss to your temple. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”
You were suddenly very awake.
“Kitten? Rise and shine, my beautiful little omega.” You curl further into the sheets after hearing your name.
“Too early,” you mumble.
“What happened to you being ours today? You promised.” You whine softly and peek from the pillows to see Bucky watching you expectantly. He’s already dressed for the day and so is Steve as he rubs your back from behind you. So sore. You wiggle your hips hoping to alleviate the pain but it doesn’t help.
“We should let her sleep in,” Steve sighs pulling you closer to him.
“She’s fine,” Bucky insists. “Get up and get dressed.” You stretch against Steve’s body, the sheets falling away from you and instantly reminding you that you’re completely naked. You let out a soft gasp and cover your chest out of instinct completely forgetting about last night’s activities.
“Shy all of the sudden?” Steve laughs and kisses your cheek. “You don’t have to hide from us. Come on. Get up.” You roll from the bed and stumble into the bathroom as the events from the previous evening start to flood your mind. You’re mated now. To your brother’s best friends...
He’s going to kill them.
Your eyes widen at the thought before you catch yourself in your reflection. Your braids are a tangled mess but under them you see two sets of semi circular marks on either side of your neck. You really are theirs now.
A shutter runs through your body and ends right at your core.
Theirs.
Your alphas.
This is kind of a lot to spring on someone after one night. You laugh at the situation. You never in a million years thought you’d be mated to Steve and Bucky. Sure you fantasized about it but it was never something you thought would become your reality.
You emerge from the bathroom freshly dressed in a short sun dress. “There she is,” Bucky smiles and pulls you into his arms. “You look so cute all dolled up for us.” You stand on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. He hums positively and pulls you back for more.
Steve chuckles from behind you. “Let her go so we can get some food. Gotta keep our little omega fed.”
You giggle and grab Steve’s hand as he leads you down to the hotel restaurant.
Your first time in public as a mated omega is interesting. All the attention you’re used to getting is gone? Well, not really gone. Alphas still look but they notice the marks you proudly bare on your neck and quickly glance away. It also didn’t help that your alphas were constantly all over you: making your plate, feeding you, making sure you got exactly what you wanted.
“Grab a jacket and something to keep you entertained,” Bucky instructs when you head back to the room.
“Am I going fishing with you guys?” You ask, stretching and yawning. You just wanted to go back to sleep. Steve gives you a positive hum while he gathers his things. “I can just hang out here. Get a massage or something,” you suggest. “Maybe a bigger room will be ready and I can move our stuff…”
“Nah, you can’t do that by yourself,” Bucky denies. “And we want you with us, kitten. It’ll be fun. Better than this stuffy hotel.”
“If you insist,” you sigh and follow them out to the truck. It’s a short drive to their fishing spot, maybe a little over half an hour. They’re quiet as the set up their gear so you set up a folding chair out of their way and work on your town.
“Kitten, you didn’t think you’d sit over there with your game all day, did you?” Bucky laughs calling you over. He grips your thigh under your dress and places a kiss on your hand.
“Is this fishing? Sitting around in the sun by the water?” You ask seeing their set up: a case of beers and a baseball game streaming on one of their iPads. How were they even getting a signal out here?
“Basically,” Steve smirks up at you, those beautiful eyes squinting in the sun. “I’m glad you wore a dress today. Less to work around.”
“Huh?” You question dumbly.
“Kitten, you remember how you promised to make us a baby this weekend?” Bucky asks pulling you closer by your leg.
“Right now?” You blanch looking around the forested landscape.
“Yes, right now. We have plenty of time.”
“What if someone sees?” You ask quietly.
“They’d get a beautiful show,” Steve sighs as Bucky’s hand snakes further up your leg to find your panties. He repositions you between his thighs before tugging the little piece of fabric down your legs. Bucky presses a kiss to your stomach just before his fingers find your slit.“Bucky,” you whisper, your face heating in embarrassment.
“Open up for me, kitten.” He kicks your feet apart and you fall into him, gripping his shoulders to keep your balance. His fingers tuck into your core, making a beaconing motion and immediately finding that spot he abused the night before. You let out a soft shriek as you grip his strong shoulders. Bucky lets out a satisfied hum and kisses your cleavage. “You’re so perfect for us. So glad we have you.”
“My alphas,” you breathe.
“Our perfect little omega,” Steve sighs stepping behind you hiking up your skirt over your ass. “With the best ass on the planet,” you hear the smile in his voice right before he smacks your ass roughly. “Open her up a little more for me, Buck.”
Bucky grips your ass and pulls your knees over his thighs on his folding chair. “Shit. Hold on,” Bucky grunts and stands with your legs around his waist. “Jacket, Stevie?”
Steve lays his jacket down for you to rest your knees on.
“Thank you, Stevie,” you smile.
“Anything for you, kitten.” Steve kisses you but you chase after his lips wanting more, both of their scents calming your nerves a little.
“Is this the same omega who was worried about being caught?” Bucky laughs gripping your bare ass.
“Bucky,” you giggle squirming in his grip.
“Calm down. We’re going to fuck you no matter what,” Steve jokes and kisses you once more. Bucky sits back down with your legs spread open for Steve, you can already feel your juices slipping from your core for them.
“There’s still some cum in you, kitten,” Steve sighs, swiping his fingers through your folds.
“I-it’s your fault,” you whimper.
Steve hums back, the sound of it runs straight down to your core. “My fault? It seems like I have a little kitten who needs to learn to clean up her messes.”
You drop your face into the bend of Bucky’s neck and inhale his scent. It’s so potent and heady you can barely think straight.
“Someone’s getting a little hazy,” Bucky sighs. “Your heat starting, kitten?”
“N-no!” You quickly deny and pull away from him.
“It’s okay. Come back.” He pulls you back into his embrace. “It’s okay if you can’t control it. That’s why we’re here.”
“Let us take care of that pesky heat,” Steve sighs. “You just be our sweet little omega.”
“Speaking of being our sweet little omega, do you wanna mark us, kitten?” Bucky asks pressing his lips to the mark Steve left on your shoulder.
“Y-you want me to…?” You question, your lids starting to feel heavy from the hormones suddenly overtaking your system.
Bucky gives you an affirmative hum, his lips never leaving your skin.
The thought never crossed your mind. You always assumed you’d belong to your alpha. Not the other way around.
It didn’t seem normal. Or, at least, no one ever talked about it.
“You’re sure you want me?” You whisper, trying to fight back the heat for a moment. It was coming no matter what at this point. It’s just a matter of letting it come.
“Kitten, we told you last night. We’ve wanted you for years,” Steve sighs, tilting your head back so you can see him.
“But you’re like a skittish little cat. You run at the first sign of danger. So we had to corner you,” Bucky adds trailing his fingers along your exposed cleavage.
“Get you alone, away from that protective brother of yours,” Steve smirks and kisses your forehead before releasing you.
“We want you, kitten. We have rooms made for you at our homes. Our kitchens are stocked with your favorite foods on the off chance you might come by. We just need you to submit.”
“B-both of you?” You breathe, glancing between the two of them.
“We’re a package deal, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles.
You watch Bucky’s chest for a moment, your fingers gripping his Henley lightly. You glance up at his blue eyes before shifting your gaze to his scent gland.
You nod slightly before leaning down to meet his skin. You kiss the area, trailing kisses until you find the perfect spot for your mark. Then you bite down hard and Bucky’s scent explodes for you. A fresh wave a slick coats your core and you almost feel faint.
“…so good,” you sigh out, mostly to yourself.
“If you like that, just wait for my rut,” Bucky grunts in your ear making your face heat. Everything suddenly feels so hot and your skin is so sensitive.
“My turn?” Steve asks, picking you up to cradle you against his chest. You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You nuzzle against his neck, finding the perfect spot on him as well. Your lips explore his skin before you finally bite down. A whine escapes you as Steve’s scent overwhelms your senses. You grip his shoulders as a cramp runs through your body.
“Fuck, kitten, I felt that,” Steve groans.
“You need someone to scratch that itch?” Bucky asks.
“It’s more than an itch, Buck. She needs to get fucked,” Steve laughs and places you back in his lap.
“Is that right, kitten? You need to get fucked?” A soft whine escapes your lips as you squirm in Bucky’s lap.
You nod weakly. There’s no use in hiding it now. They know you carnally. They feel everything you feel and they definitely feel the slick dripping down your thighs.
“Good girl,” Steve sighs. Steve spreads your lips with his fingers and thrusts in so slowly you feel every ridge and vein adorning his cock. The moan that escapes your lips is feral. You need this. You need them.
Steve completely buries himself in you and your jaw falls open dumbly.
“Fuck,” Steve groans. “You feels amazing, kitten.”
You feel your core clinch around him so tightly it’s almost painful.
Bucky lifts you up while you’re still impaled on Steve’s cock. He unzips his own pants and spreads your cheeks. His fingers wipe up the slick seeping out of your core before fingering your puckered hole.
“Deep breath kitten,” he sighs as he massages your insides, spreading the slick until you’re nice and slippery. “Keep breathing for me.”
Then you feel him. His thick head starting to breech that hole where it definitely shouldn’t.
“Too big,” you whine and struggle between them but before you know it, Bucky is fully sheathed within you.
Part of starts to panic as your heart and breaths race.
“Calm down, little omega. We’re gonna take care of you,” Steve coos.
“Very good care of you,” Bucky agrees.
You return to the hotel and the woman at the front desks apologizes again and hands Steve the keycards to the room he initially booked. The three of you look at each other before Steve speaks. “Actually, do you have any king suites available?”
You let your alphas carry your luggage to your new room. There were much more amenities than the last one. A kitchenette, a jacuzzi, a separate living room and bedroom.
“This a little better kitten?” Bucky asks wrapping his arms around your waist.
You nod and accept a kiss. Your phone vibrates on the table and a picture of your brother pops up on the screen. You pull away from Bucky’s grip and press a kiss to his lips before answering your phone.
“Hey, Sammy! How you feeling?”
“Way better! So I drove out to meet you guys. I knew you didn’t want to be left alone with those jokers for too long.” Your eyes widen and meet Bucky’s gaze like a deer in a set of headlights.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asks throwing himself on the bed after he finishes unpacking again.
“Um, S-Sam…Sam is-Sam is…”
Bucky plucks the phone from your fingers. “Hello?” Bucky asks all concern but his face quickly lights up. “Hey! Yeah! Come on up. Room 532.” He hangs up your phone and places it back in your hands. “Sammy’s here,” he tells Steve as if it’s completely normal.
“Cool! I’m glad he’s feeling better.”
“The couch pulls out. I’m not moving rooms again,” Bucky sighs and pulls you to the bed.
“Wait!” You cry. “He-he’s gonna know. He’s gonna kill us!”
“I’d like to see him try,” Bucky laughs rubbing your stomach comfortably. “What are we doing for dinner?”
“I was just looking…there’s a steak house in town, twenty minutes away.”
“Steak sounds good. Anything for our kitten there?”
“They have salmon, shrimp risotto, oh! Lobster ravioli! You love lobster ravioli.” You do love lobster ravioli but your brother is about to see that his two best friends obviously fucked his little sister and you were all about to be on his shit list.
How can they be so calm about this?
There’s a knock at the door all too soon before you could even start to process a defense for the situation.
Steve gets up to answer the door and you hear the two best friends greet each other. Sam sounds so happy.
Too happy!
You start to panic when Bucky’s hand finds yours.
“Hey, relax. We’ll handle this. That’s what alphas are for.”
“Where my baby sister?” You hear Sam call and you pull away from Bucky and stumble from the bedroom. Steve brushes your lower back as you step up to Sam. You look up into his brown eyes and he instantly knows something is off.
He inhales your scent and sets a glare on Steve. “You fucked my little sister.” It wasn’t a question.
“Can you blame us, Sam? We’ve wanted her for far too long. We weren’t going to pass this up.”
“We? Both of you?” His gaze falls back on you. “Are you okay?”
You cock your head to the side. Are you okay? You let out a laugh and fall into a fit of giggles. “Surprisingly, I survived,” you breathe out through your laughter.
“Are you okay with this?” Sam asks once you sober.
You glance between the two men on either side of you. “I’m really happy, actually. They’re perfect,” you smile and grip Steve’s hand.
Sam glances between the three of you. “As long as you’re happy.”
“Anyway, we were thinking steak for dinner. You hungry?” Bucky asks and grabs Sam’s bag off of his shoulder.
“Starving,” Sam sighs. “Traffic was horrible.”
“Right? Poor kitten’s switch died and she was stuck just listening to us. She’s a fucking saint for that.” You giggle falling into Bucky’s chest.
“I think I fell asleep at some point,” you smile.
“And the room situation has been a nightmare. You don’t mind sleeping on the pull out?” Steve asks leading your brother into the room.
“Let me guess, they were out of three bedrooms and it was the one bed situation and now I have to watch my sister and my two best friends act like mates?”
“Yeah! That’s exactly it, actually,” Steve laughs.
“And we did mate her. You’re pretty good at this, Samuel,” Bucky smirks.
Sam looks between the three of you absolutely dumbfounded. “Alright,” he lets out a shaky exhale. “Give me a few days to adjust to this. Please.”
Bucky grins cheekily. “Should we start calling you brother, yet?”
“What about ‘a few of days’ aren’t you getting, Buck?”
“Your sister’s anything but quiet so you’re gonna hear about it all night,” Steve smirks.
“You know what, I’m just going to get my own room. I don’t wanna hear it.” You giggle softly at your brother’s comment. “Just don’t hurt my sister and you three can do whatever you want.”
“You know we could never, Sammy,” Steve grins.
“At least not in a way she wouldn’t beg for,” Bucky smirks.
“Stop! I told you I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not listening,” Sam calls before grabbing his bag and heading back downstairs.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if the only room left was the one next door?” Steve hums, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your head.
“Or the one we just left,” Bucky muses.
“Fine! I’ll get a different hotel!” Sam groans making you laugh again.
“Be nice, boys. We’ll behave.”
“You have to behave first, kitten,” Steve mutters before pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Definitely staying in a different hotel,” Sam sighs.
“Yeah, whatever,” Bucky smirks. “Like you’ll leave her alone with us for another night. Let’s go get some food.”
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deancasbigbang · 2 months ago
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Title: When Everything Goes Wrong, Go Right
Author: Ryan_A
Artist: Aceriee
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Garth/Benny Dean/Lee (breakup) Castiel/April (past)
Length: 100000
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Rape/Non-Con
Tags: Russian Alpha Cas, Omega Dean, Gentle yet Badass Cas, Secret Identity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Castiel likes his knives, Car Chases, Dean makes alphas eat his Impala’s dust, Gabriel’s Wonka-like Bakery
Posting Date: November 7, 2024
Summary: Dean swears the universe is out to get him. It’s bad enough he was born a rare omega in a world that sees them as freaks, but after ruffling the feathers of a relentless gang of alphas, he’s on the run, fleeing for his life. His Impala might be a beast of a muscle car, but even it can’t outrun the weather or the universe that insists on toying with him like a cat with its prey. Dean evades his pursuers only to end up trapped by a severe storm in a remote town in South Dakota. Drenched to the bone and unable to fix a flat tire in the woods, a strange blue-eyed alpha in a trench coat comes to his aid like a guardian angel. But Dean doesn’t trust alphas. And not everything is as it seems. With the universe still pulling its strings, Dean’s days of fleeing aren’t over yet.
Excerpt: “Cassie? What the hell happened to you?” Gabriel exclaims, eyes wide with shock. “The bridge was washed out. Had to swim across.” Gabriel curses under his breath and shoos Castiel toward the staff room. Castiel doesn’t miss how his older brother glances toward the hidden camera in the coffee maker, raising his hands to profess his innocence to the unseen audience. But he does hear Gabriel leave and return with a towel muttering, “At least stop making a puddle.” Castiel catches the towel, the fabric soft against his cold skin, and starts drying off. “I tried to call, but the phone lines are down from the storm.” Gabriel's face tightens with concern. “She's watching right now, isn't she?” Castiel asks, already knowing the answer. Gabriel doesn’t respond, instead suggesting, “Go use the shower upstairs. I’ll find you dry clothes.” “No.” Castiel shakes his head, water droplets flying. “I have to swim back.” “Eto pizdets,” Gabriel curses in Russian and scrubs his face. “I want you to stay put on the other side.” “But mandatory check-in—” “I’ll take care of it with Pakhan Mikhail. God knows Mother’s giving him an earful right now, seeing the state you’re in. My phone will be ringing as soon as you leave.” “It’s just water. I’m perfectly capable of swimming—” “Don’t you even think of it. Your lips are blue, Cassie. You think Mother can’t see color through that camera? She’s gonna hit me upside the head for this.” Castiel reaches for one of Gabriel’s freshly baked blueberry muffins with the compelling urge to package one up to bring to Dean. A gift. To provide for him like a good alpha. “Oh, Cassie.” Gabriel sits back on the sofa, his tone turned upbeat. “You got that look in your eye.” "What look?” Castiel glares, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising to his cheeks. “Like you picked up a stray. What is it this time? You rescue a drowned cat?” Gabriel leans forward, his grin widening as Castiel remains silent. “A dog? Did it show up at your door all sad-eyed, and you had to take it in?” Castiel stays silent, discomfort prickling at his skin. Gabriel's eyes narrow with discerning curiosity. “No . . . this is different, isn’t it? Something else. Something untamable. And you like it. A challenge. I’d say you took in a raccoon, but that doesn’t feel right either.” Gabriel taps his fingers over the top of the sofa. “Come on, tell me.” “No.” “Tell me or I’m gonna swim over there myself and find out what you’re hiding.” Reluctantly, Castiel mutters, “I rescued an omega.” Gabriel's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “She hot? Tell me she’s hot,” he asks with an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle. Castiel sighs. “She’s a he.” “A rare male omega? The odds of—” “1 in 1.3 million. He had a flat tire outside my cabin.” “Whoa, bro. The chances of that are about the same as getting struck by lightning.” “He nearly did.”
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lumosinlove · 4 months ago
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Day Two of @oknutzy-week-2024 !!
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Finn O’Hara, the lead singer of Night Swimming, the band that tops charts year after year, has an interview set with music’s top writer, Leo Knut. The whole thing will take place over one week at the locations and times of Finn’s choosing. Leo’s not freaking out. He definitely hasn’t had a crush on Finn since he was sixteen. Logan Tremblay, the band’s drummer, definitely had nothing to do with Leo realizing he liked boys.
Leo’s to go see the concert and then do the first part of the interview after the show. Only, when he’s shown back to Finn’s dressing room for the first interview, Leo definitely opens the door at the wrong moment. Because there is Finn O’Hara, heartthrob to people everywhere, kissing his drummer, Logan Tremblay.
Leo had gone through too many outfits. His bedroom floor back at his apartment was a mess of his clothes. The problem was that he didn’t know where they were going. Where would Finn O’Hara want his interview done? He was in the middle of a massive world tour so they could end up anywhere from his dressing room to his private jet. That had happened to Leo before. He’d gotten right on the plane with the star and then be left at their destination to get himself home.
They could go to one of New York City’s number one restaurants—Paps were always catching Finn at Nobu and Via Carota—or it could be one of the apartments he kept. It could be a damn night club for all Leo knew. You didn’t wear the same clothes to Via Carota as a night club. Well. Some people did, he guessed.
Finally, and only cut off by the prospect of being late, Leo stepped out of his building’s elevator in slim fitted slacks and a white button-down, open at the collar. If he needed to dance, he’d undo a few buttons and dance. Otherwise, his sleeves were cuffed just below his elbows and his blond curls were cooperating perfectly. At least he had that going for him. The other variable had been his bag. Usually he carried his leather cross-body with his laptop and notebook. He didn’t want his laptop at a club—or a restaurant, to be honest. He’d settled on folding his sunglasses into his shirt and slipping a pocket-sized notebook into his trousers along with his phone.
The only thing he knew for certain was that he was going to get to see the concert first. And he was being cool about it. Completely professional.
Not thinking about the posters he’d had on his bedroom wall when he was sixteen. He wasn’t. His mom had sent him the picture of him grinning like a lunatic at Finn O’Hara’s first world tour. He wasn’t thinking about it. Not at all.
From his back pocket, his phone began to buzz. His assistant, Cassie.
“Hey, any chance you know where the hell I’m going?” he asked.
“Ten bucks you cry.”
Leo closed his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”
“Or go completely speechless.”
“I am an adult.”
“You cry when we pass those pet stores with puppies in the window.”
“I am a compassionate adult, Cas. Now where—”
“You’re going to the show!”
“I mean after,” Leo asked. “Any word from Finn—from O’Hara’s team? Where are we doing this thing?”
“How many outfits did you try on?”
Leo hung up.
The venue was much what he expected. Finn had five albums out with a much anticipated sixth one coming sometime this year. The June night was cool as Leo fell into the masses headed to Metlife Stadium. His magazine had said they’d send a car, but Leo opted for the trains. Maybe they were a pain, but so was traffic. And besides, this way, Leo would get to see the fans. Finn’s real fame had come with his second album, titled Bring The Stars, and he’d only gotten bigger with his third, Red&Gold, so there were many a star-studded dresses and golden, shimmering outfits. Leo stuck out sorely in his black and white. He texted Cassie.
Maybe I should have been more festive.
She replied immediately. I’ve seen your heartthrob O’Hara shirt. An emoji that had its tongue sticking out quickly followed.
Not helpful.
He talked to a few of the fans. One girl who had drawn gold stars all over her body. A boy wore a shirt that read I’M THE STARS, TAKE ME over a strong chest. It was a rather touching lyric in Finn’s song, but on the shirt it looked like a pick-up line and made Leo smile and write it down.
At the venue, he was lead straight to the VIP tent with his press pass, and was handed about four lanyards that would keep him there, allow him to go between the viewing tent and the VIP bar, and another that would later let him backstage. The woman who gave them to him promised to fetch him sometime after the encore. Then he was presented with a Finn&Tonic.
“Oh, I’m working.”
The woman smiled. “For the next two hours, you’re watching a concert.”
True enough, Leo thought. His inner teenager was whirling at the very manufactured idea that Finn had created this drink for him. He was sure anyone over twenty-one in the stadium was feeling the same.
“I tried to get Finnarita to happen, but no-go.”
Leo turned towards the voice at his shoulder and froze. He stared. He opened his mouth. He thought about speaking. The red hair, the brown eyes. It looked—well, almost how Leo imagined. Then again, he’d never seen Finn up close before. God, he was so much sturdier than his posters made him out to be. His chest and arms were pushing out against his t-shirt. Leo needed to not be looking at his chest. He should say hello. He should say something.
“What are you doing here?” he blurted out. He looked towards the stage where the opening act had just come on.
There was a laugh from beside him and when Leo looked back over, a hand was being extended. Without thinking, Leo took it.
“I’m watching the show.” The winning smile turned secretive. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m just the brother. Alex.”
Oh. Of course. That’s what was off.
“Oh,” Leo said. “Oh my God.”
Alex laughed harder. He shrugged.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—” Leo let out a laugh because something about Alex made it feel like he could. “You probably get that all the time.”
“People think we’re twins. Always have. I’m used to it.”
“Well, I’m Leo.” After a beat, Leo did what he hated to do. “And I am under an obligation to tell you right now that you’re speaking to press.”
Alex nodded. He was probably thinking up some excuse to walk away. Whatever. Leo was used to that. No one wanted a random quote ending up in the wrong place.
“I know who you are,” Alex said instead. “I loved your piece on poetry in pop.”
Leo only just managed to swallow a sip of his drink around his surprise. “Oh? Thank you. It was a fun one. Listen, I still feel bad about nearly freaking out on you.”
“Ha, don’t worry. I mean, it’s a good thing you’re a fan—you are, I take it?”
“Yes. I mean, yes.”
“Well.” Alex nodded to his nearly empty drink then to the VIP bar. “You can join me for a drink later to make up for it.”
“Sure, of course.” The words came out of his mouth, but as Alex grinned and turned towards the bar, all of the heat rushed to Leo’s face.
He wasn’t positive, but he was fairly sure he was being hit on by Finn O’Hara’s big brother. Either that, or scoped out to make sure he was worthy of writing the story. Or he was being nice?
Leo gave up on thinking and watched Alex’s shoulders walk away.
There was a little menu in the tent and Leo glanced at it, trying to picture Alex O’Hara buying him a drink—and kissing him. The list was funny. Album themes. Song titles. Maybe he’d let Alex buy him a Rum & Gold.
Then, it was all Finn. He came out onto stage like something from one of Leo’s fantasies. He wore dark jeans and a green tank top that read LUCKY ME—a hit single off of the second album. Leo had died for that song in high school…He still did.
I watch you fill your cup with sugar,
Waitress asks 'what will it be?’ 
In this world of ‘order up!’ 
Babe, you let me rest ease-y
I just say lucky me
I just say lucky me
“You know, I grew up here.” Finn’s voice echoed through the stadium after that song—it was quite a contrast. Lucky Me got more and more sexy with every verse. The diner waitress and I watch you fill your cup with sugar soon turned into Let me fill you up with sugar, let me drown in sweet and sweat. Leo wanted to know who in Finn’s life took their coffee sickly sweet.
“It’s the best city in the world,” Finn was saying. “Oh, and hey, my big brother’s here tonight! Everyone say Hiii, Alex-aaaa-nder!”
Alex got a thunderous hello and Finn—Finn was looking right at the VIP tent. Right at Alex. Who was standing right next to Leo again.
For a second, Leo swore Finn was looking at him. He felt those brown eyes, and when Finn smiled, lighting up every screen in the place, Leo felt that, too. He started to sweat, to blush. He was no better than anyone else in this crowd.
He swore, he swore, Finn was still looking at him when he raised his microphone to his mouth and said. “So many beautiful people here tonight…” Then he raised a hand. “You guys ready?”
He let them cheer, he tilted his head back and basked in it, the strong lines of his throat and jaw on complete display.
In a low, deadly rasp, Finn said, “Let me hear you, Lo.”
When he dropped his hand in a powerful fist, the drums kicked to life behind him.
Lo. It was only then that Leo managed to tear his eyes away from Finn. Three beats answered Finn’s words and the spotlight swung to Logan behind his kit.
Leo was going to die. He’d vastly overestimated his ability to keep his focus while doing this assignment. How was he supposed to remember his own name, much less how to write, when Logan Tremblay was sat there sweating through a clinging gray t-shirt, his brown hair curling up around a backwards black hat. Logan started up a beat that Leo would recognize anywhere. Their song I See Red had come out last year and Leo had been most intrigued because it was the first time Logan had sung alone on parts of a song. Although Finn sang most of it, Leo had played it over and over again for the parts that Logan sang. His voice was slightly deeper than Finn’s, the vowels influenced by his French-Canadian accent.Then there was the part when, like in Lucky Me, they traded beats and lyrics. The stadium went mad, though, when Logan began to sing his verse. Nothing but him and his drums.
I see red in my dreams.
Pressed against me,
Hard and gently,
Making me see.
Meant to be.
Two beats.
I see Red breaking free.
Looking at me
Breathing, ready,
No make believe.
Meant to be.
He went right into the bridge and the way he sang it—it was like Leo had never listened to the song at all until this moment. The way his body moved as he pounded the drums. Finn joined in, harmonizing and grinning wildly. The crowd had no care for the melody—they screamed the lyrics with Logan and the lights flashed every time his sticks hit his drums.
Red in my dreams getting all over me,
Sweat in my eyes please say you’ll never leave,
I knew once I woke I’d take it all back
So I never woke and we stayed like that.
I am not asleep and you are not a dream,
And my Red looks good in the sunlight gleam,
Not going back to sleep, or how it was.
Cover me in Red for forever cause
I see Red cross the street
Waving to me,
Wearing blue jeans,
Such a day dream.
Meant to be.
Finn looked flushed when he raised his arms to the crowd.
The crowd lost it—and continued to do so every time Finn and Logan did a similar call-and-answer. Finn’s voice and Logan’s drums. It was like a heart. Its beat and breath. Leo found himself grinning all through their song Green Eyes, rumored to be about a girl Finn spent a night with on tour in France. With each of Finn’s verses, Logan’s drums answered him with as many beats. No, you don’t—say much—but I read—your touch. Now Finn was standing behind Logan as Logan played, leaning in to share his microphone. You fall—I sigh—Oh my—green eyes.
It was hot. It was more than hot, it was sensual. Personal. The microphone caught Logan’s laugh and the crowd lost it all over again. A group of girls just in front of the VIP tent were sobbing—Leo was fairly sure they had been the entire time. He started to laugh a little, even if it was sweet how they held each other through the swaying rhythm of Your Loss and Thin Ice.
Leo knew he had been waiting for his favorite song. He’d been hoping each time a new one began that this would be it. It was softer, and he thought maybe he’d get to hear a bit more of Finn’s voice alone above all the instruments.
What actually happen was so much better. Finn sat down at the piano and began to play—alone.
“How are we all doing? Enjoying ourselves?” Finn grinned when the crowd roared for him. “Okay, good. Good, good. Um. This next one I’m gonna play a little piano, how’s that?”
Leo fought the urge to cover his giddy smile.
“Fantastic. You guys are great, I gotta tell you. But I’d expect nothing less from my favorite city… So, I think there are a lot of lovers of this song out there,” Finn said. “Me included. I actually didn’t expect everyone to love it so much because I know it’s a little different. Little sadder than our usual stuff. I wrote this one alone. Haven’t written anything alone since, but this one I did. I think it’s about making choices. It’s about wanting something so bad…” He paused, playing a few gorgeous soft chords, and Leo knew. This was his song. “That you hold on, even to the tiniest sliver.”
As raptured by Finn as Leo was, a movement on the stage caught his eye. Logan was getting up from behind his kit and leaving the stage. Leo frowned, watching his broad shoulders disappear. Maybe he was getting water because Finn played this one solo. Finn, on the stadium monitors, seemed to be watching, too.
“It’s a song about hope, really,” Finn said. “This is Rooftop.”
Part of Leo wanted to close his eyes, as he always did while listening. When Finn began to sing, he was a thousand places at once. Driving back home in New Orleans and singing it at the top of his lungs. Laying in his bed in the dark, crying so hard he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Swaying with Cassie at some party at the end of the night.
He didn’t close his eyes. He was here. The closest he’d ever been to Finn O’Hara in his life. He could see his famous freckles. Those gorgeous brown eyes—and the sorrow in them just now.
It’s a long, long, summer night
And I have no where to be.
I am gone, gone, lost the fight
Against hoping you’d want me.
It feels wrong, wrong, sitting here
Cause this is your place too.
You are gone, gone, lost the fight
But you know what is true.
I know you do.
Finn let the crowd sing the second I know you do back to him before he hit a gorgeous, thrumming piano chord and sang the chorus in a way that made Leo’s throat close up—as it always did.
I will lose my balance, I will
I will choose the highest place
Sit where only wind can race
Faster than your heart.
I will lose my courage, I will
I will fall and see your face
Reach out just enough to trace
All our broken parts.
And the bridge. God, the bridge. Sung in this quick, chopped low voice that Leo leaned into like he was thirsty. The crowd sang along so loud Leo felt it in his chest.
Bet the blood’s there still
Lingering on that window sill
But what no one sees
Are the ruins left of me.
Cause I’m still up there
My dreams smoking in the air.
Find the highest part
That’s the place we start.
And the blood’s still fresh…
The beautiful, beautiful pause. He was magnificent with the piano. The screens showed a shot of his hands, pale, strong wrists, delicate fingers. Leo got swept up by the key change, slowing it down, Finn’s voice raising, strong, the words drawn out, and so, so desperate for—for the memory, Leo thought, hand pressed against his chest. This song had always felt like a memory.
I wish you best
But I need you to know
That I will not rest
Until you tell me to go-oh
I’ve still got one hand
Locked on the ledge
Think I will hold on
Until you throw-oh
Me
Down
To my
Death.
Finn’s mouth rested against the microphone. His eyes were closed. The summer wind brushed his hair back from his forehead and—and Leo saw the tear track on his cheek. His voice was so, so soft for the final verse.
It’s a long, long, summer night
And I have no where to be.
I hold on, on in the fight
Of hoping you’ll want me.
Leo was in a daze when the set ended and he was whisked away by two people with headsets and backstage badges on. He fumbled to show his own passes to the three rounds of security. To his surprise, what he thought of as backstage was actually under the stage. He was lead through a curtain beneath the front part of the stage and through what resembled scaffolding. It was also a maze. He tried to keep track of where he was, but that plan went out the window in a second. There was no way he’d make it anywhere on his own if he had to. Soon enough, the low ceilings and metal poles disappeared and he was in the actual rooms of the stadium. More endless hallways, but a bit less of feeling like the whole thing could collapse on his head.
“Here we are, Mr. Knut,” said one of his companions. They’d arrived at a door that had a plastic sheet on it reading O’HARA.
Leo didn’t hear much of what was said after that. O’Hara. Leo saw flashes of all the posters, all the interviews, all those Instagram lives Finn used to do from the apartment he shared with Logan. He missed those videos. Finn in the kitchen talking about the new music he was working on, Logan wandering by shirtless behind him. It almost made one feel like they were in the room—which had probably been the point.
When he looked up again, the two headsets were walking away.
“Wait! Wait, should I knock or—”
But the world had already moved on in the post-show chaos and Leo was left standing there. He was more than surprised to find himself alone. He’d thought, being a journalist and all, they’d watch him like a hawk. Most musicians wanted to control what he saw. Apparently not Night Swimming.
Leo stepped closer to the sign, to the door, listening. He didn’t hear anything behind it. Not talking—maybe music, but it was hard to tell where that was coming from. Hesitantly, Leo knocked.
The door fell open a few inches. The latch must not have been done properly. Leo’s eyes raised in surprise. Now he could hear something—it was soft beneath the shouts and passing carts outside. But someone was inside.
Leo knocked again, gently, not wanting to startle, and took a half-step inside. He was expected, surely. Finn had been told?
Any words he might have had died in his throat.
Finn was inside. It was a warm space, soft music playing. A dressing table, a mini fridge, a guitar propped up against the sofa, an electric kettle. And Finn.
Finn who had Logan pressed up against the wall beside the mirror, its light warming their skin, kissing him. Kissing Logan in the same way he sang—with everything. Logan looked like Finn was all that was holding him up. He was still in the gray t-shirt, but his hat was gone—knocked to the floor by their feet. His dark curls were wild. Finn’s pale hands had hitched up his shirt and they made a stark contrast against Logan’s tan muscles. Logan made a soft sound into Finn’s mouth, Leo saw him bite at Finn’s lip and pull, and then Finn was dragging his lips down to Logan’s neck.
Maybe Leo made a sound himself, he didn’t know, but Logan’s eyes flashed open and met Leo’s.
Green. Green green green and then—
Interest. The look in them was so intense that Leo couldn’t move. He couldn’t close his eyes, couldn’t look away, couldn’t shut the door. Logan’s hand fisted Finn’s read hair and he—he pulled Finn off of his neck to kiss him again—eyes on Leo. He tapped Finn’s hip and Finn stopped. Leo heard him ask, what? Logan nodded his head in Leo’s direction.
Suddenly, brown eyes were on him, too. Finn’s eyes.
“Oh,” Finn said. His lips were pink and slick from Logan’s. Logan’s strong hand was still knotted in his hair.
“Excuse me,” Leo choked out. Finally, he forced his eyes down. Kissing, his mind chanted. FinnandLoganFinnandLogan. “I’m—I’m so sorry, I was told—”
“No, no, no,” Finn said. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” Finn looked around for a moment, a little dazed, and then spotted his shirt. He pulled it on backwards, cursed, and righted it. Damn right lucky you, Leo thought, glancing at Logan’s mouth.
“I’m sorry. I’m—so sorry, I’m here for…um.”
“Leo Knut,” Finn said. He strode forward and offered Leo a hand. If he was at all nervous about what Leo had just caught him and Logan doing, he didn’t show it. “I know, I’ve been looking forward to your interview. My brother and I, we talk about your work all the time.”
Leo was going to pass out. “Okay. I mean thank you.”
Finn smiled a little. He wiped his mouth. Leo tried to keep his eyes from following the motion.
“Um.” Leo said. “The show was fantastic.”
“Yeah? Thanks.”
“You’ve seen us before,” Logan said—and not like a question.
“Yeah,” Leo replied. “This is my third time. I’ve been a fan for a while. Since the beginning, really.” Stop talking. “So. So, my office said that we would be—well, I’m here for…”
“Right,” Finn said. “Of course. I think we’re doing an hour now, right?” When Leo nodded, he gestured to the couch. “Please, sit. Can we get you anything?”
Leo blinked. “Oh. Um. Water?”
“Let’s order food,” Logan said, collapsing on the couch. “I’m fucking starving.” He looks at Leo. “Or am I supposed to get out for this Finn O’Hara interview?”
“No,” Finn said, then looked at Leo. “I’d like him to stay.”
“That’s completely fine,” Leo said. “Better, even.” That sounded weird. “I mean, I’d love to hear both of your—of what you have to say.”
Leo stumbled through his questions. He fumbled his words, his phrasing. He had no direction, no path, he couldn’t remember all the angles he’d planned to try until he found this story.
The worse part was, he knew they could tell. Logan’s stormy eyes tracked his missteps like a shark. He was a quiet one. Leo had known that. He was like that in interviews. It bordered on rude, honestly, but Leo knew he had a sweet side. He’d seen videos of Logan spending a solid thirty minutes talking to fans through fences, outside of their hotels. Talking, taking photos, signing autographs, recording video messages for friends. So, Leo withstood the glare. He had, after all, walked in on him kissing Finn. The world certainly didn’t know about that.
By the time the hour was up, Leo had nothing but an empty notebook and a headache. 
“We don’t have a show tomorrow,” Finn said. “Why don’t you come around to the apartment? Lo and I sleep late, but mid-day?” Finn smiled at him, friendly and sweet.
Lo and I. Was this Finn telling him something? Were they more than roommates? Not that it was any of Leo’s business, not that it had anything to do with the article, it was only…Leo tried to imagine himself at seventeen, knowing that Finn O’Hara and Logan Tremblay shared the part of himself that he was most unsure about. God, what that would have done for him.
“That sounds wonderful,” Leo said. “Thank you. Should we say noon?”
“Two,” Logan said. “We sleep late.”
Leo looked back to Logan. No smile. Studying. That same looked Leo had received during the kiss.
“Two, then,” Leo said.
If there was one thing he hadn’t expected from tonight, it was not being able to get out of that room fast enough.
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spnbangbang · 29 days ago
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Don’t Wanna Be All By Myself
Author: tfw_cas 
Artist:  anyrei
Primary Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Other Ships: Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester
Length: 10,000
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Destiel AU, Sci-fi, Space Travel, Lust At First Sight, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Gay Sex, Frottage
Posting Date: November 16, 2024
Summary While en route to an off world colony, Dean Winchester crashes on what he believes is a deserted planet. When he meets the planet’s only other human inhabitant, he’s never been so glad to be proved wrong.
A love story that’s out of this world. Excerpt As they walk to the lake Dean feels a growing sense of anticipation, and the air around them seems to be charged with electricity. He’s pretty sure that has nothing to do with the planet’s atmosphere, and everything to do with the sexual tension between him and Cas.
They fall into a similar pattern to that of the previous day, with Dean watching Cas as he removes his clothes before undressing himself. This time he doesn’t wait for a prompt from Cas though; his hands are already unbuttoning his jeans as Cas dives into the water.
Cas breaks through the surface and turns to watch him undress, and he slows his movements to give Cas more of a show. He slides his clothes sensually over his skin, giving Cas tantalising glimpses of what’s underneath before revealing it fully. It doesn’t matter that Cas has seen it before; a fact that becomes blindingly obvious from Cas’s reaction.
His gorgeous blue eyes are so dilated with desire they're almost black, and his hands - that were resting lightly on the bank by the lake - are gripping onto the ground so tightly his knuckles are turning white.
Dean decides to stop teasing Cas and quickly pulls his boxers off, then jumps into the lake.
Cas swims straight over to him, a wry expression on his face. “Were you struggling to take your clothes off?”
Dean grins and runs his tongue over his teeth. “Oh no, I was just taking my time. But if you thought I was struggling, why didn’t you offer to help?”
Cas drifts closer as he considers his answer. “Because I was enjoying the show too much.”
Dean moves into Cas's personal space, until he can brush their noses together. “Well then,” he murmurs softly.
“Well then,” Cas repeats, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Time seems to stand still then, as neither of them move for a few seconds. Their breaths are mingling, and Dean can feel his heart rate speeding up. The water’s having an effect on his senses again, and he swears he can feel Cas’s heartbeat too, even though they’re not touching.
They gaze into each other’s eyes silently waiting for something to happen… and then it does. They both lean in at the same time, brushing their lips together softly at first, before surging forward to turn their gentle kiss into a passionate push and pull between them.
Cas immediately takes control; pulling Dean closer until he can wrap his arms around him, his tongue seeking entrance between Dean’s lips. Dean parts them willingly, and he instantly loves the feel of Cas’s tongue exploring his mouth.
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lewmagoo · 7 months ago
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Bob in his meandom phase, enjoying making you cry of pleasure and pain, but immediately going to kiss you every time you ask, because no matter what, it will always be what he prefers: loving you, forever. 💜
you were sobbing. great heaving sobs that rattled your entire body. you were so overcome with painful pleasure that it had begun to pour out of you in the form of tears. bob had been working you over for hours, exercising the patience of a saint as he edged you relentlessly. he wasn't loud about it. no, bob's dominance was a quiet, restrained, methodical show. he was still clothed, for heaven's sake. it showed that he was, in fact, the one in control.
he had bought a special stimulating lubricant, which he'd carefully smeared over your pussy. it wasn't so bad at first, but now your poor clit was puffy and twitching, and even the most featherlight touches were too much. he'd been edging you with his fingers, his mouth, and a clit vibrator, and it was absolute torture. your head was swimming. your ears were ringing. and he still kept going. now, each time you were brought right to the edge, you found yourself quite literally screaming.
at this moment, bobby had just pulled the vibrator away from your spasming cunt, and you wailed, pulling at the restraints that kept you fastened to the headboard. "god fucking dammit! fuck!" you swore, voice hoarse, body jolting violently. and then, his big hand was resting against your chest, over your wildly hammering heart. "deep breaths, bunny," he urged, voice gentle, as if he wasn't currently punishing you. but you were still sobbing, tears running down your face.
"ca-can i h-have a kiss?" you managed to speak in between gasps. he smiled, leaning in to capture your lips in a loving kiss. you leaned into him, relishing in the feeling. the kiss grounded you, calming you down and keeping you from spiraling in a bad way. the thing about bob was, he would never, ever deny you affection. it didn't matter what kind of scene you were partaking in. both of you were allowed to seek out a hug or a kiss or comforting touch at any time.
now was no different. as you parted, he reached up to stroke your cheek. "doing so well for me, sweetie pie." the praise made you purr, and you felt as if you might float up into the ceiling. and then he pressed the vibrator to your clit again, and you nearly did float. his gentle affection had given you exactly what you needed to endure the rest of this scene. because although he had taken on the role of mean dom, you knew he still loved you so very much, and that love would shine through even the most intense of scenes.
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dead-lights · 8 months ago
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household // 1910s caleb & lilith & lily [DOWNLOAD]
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It's so much fun throwing the Vatores into random historical eras. This is what you'll get if you throw my late Edwardian Zhu-Vatore household into your game! I may have gone a bit overboard.
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↓↓↓ tl;dr household download link & required cc below the cut ↓↓↓
There's absolutely gorgeous Edwardian cc out there, so I collected it for you 💖
The Edwardian era was marked by excess and conspicuous consumption. They liked big hair and big hats, and by the end of the period people had come to agree that the sexiest shape a woman can be is cylindrical.
Caleb, Lily, and Lilith really pull off the look. Neither lady is particularly cylindrical, but they look great in these dresses and absolutely rock the Gibson Girl updo and fancy hats.
I aged Lily down and changed her hair color, removed Lilith's tattoos, and gave Caleb a basic dark form, but no other changes. I tried to make them cousins? But when I loaded the household onto my laptop, they weren't cousins anymore :(
You'll need Vintage Glamour, in addition to Vampires and Werewolves. A few of Caleb's outfits and his hair are from VG and you CANNOT pair side bangs with Edwardian clothing. It's a fashion law.
In order to cut back on the amount of cc, there's less variety of hats, hair, gloves, and shoes than I'd like. I also didn't include jewelry. If people are interested, I can put together a list of supplementary cc that can be swapped in.
Please tag me @dead-lights if you use these for anything! I'd love to see my pixel buddies walking around in other people's saves.
Now buckle up, y'all. This gets long.
download household [SFS]
Extract that into your Tray folder (in the same folder as your Mods folder). You should see the household in CAS when you open your gallery.
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@happylifesims
fedora shape no. 2
peaky blinders outfit
wilbur outfit
1920s coat
rose's boarding outfit
rose's dinner dress
rose's lunch dress
rose's flying dress
rose’s jump dress
rose's swim dress
1910s day dress 01
my recolor of day dress 01
1910s day dress 02
1920s nightgown
@historicalsimslife
men's casual edwardian suit
edwardian men's underwear + sleep wear
edwardian women's hat + coat
edwardian women's nightgown
@gilded-ghosts
the hartfield shoes
summer swells dress
flower accessory
gilded gibson hair
fanny's finery gown (dropbox)
perfectly plain skirt
clair de lune nightgown (dropbox)
promenade dress
demure day dress (dropbox)
astor dress (direct link)
coquette corset (dropbox)
@linzlu
picnic tops 2 & 3
bathing belle
florence outwear (direct link)
miss scarlet evening gown
hattie dress (direct link)
&
vintage swimwear by @eirflower
duchess of xviii hat by @rustys-cc
white garden gloves by rustys-cc
sunday hair by @saurusness
season's greetings hat by @nolan-sims
edwardian satin bow pumps by @waxesnostalgic
knickerbockers by waxesnostalgic
gibson curl updo by @the-melancholy-maiden
vintage glam hat by @madlensims
avery skirt by madlensims
scholar vest by @magnolianfarewell
edwardian huntress dress by @elfdor
tyrell by @clumsyalienn
bespoke corset by @dzifasims
my recolor of bespoke corset
fur hat by @lilis-palace
carla by @buzzardly28
hattie dress by @dancemachinetrait
"tea time" vintage edwardian hat by shawnthesimmer
lingerie dress by @javitrulovesims
If you're trying to replace the default in-game:
move this household into wolfsbane manor with the default vatores, then delete the defaults
use mods/cheats to make the new lily the vatores' cousin (i think mccc and ui cheats can both do it)
move custom lily in with the volkov household - use cheats/mods to copy her default relationships if you'd like - and then delete default lily. you will also need to mod/cheat lily back into the moonwood collective if you want her to keep her position. all three characters still have their occult rank and powers. she does NOT keep her special moonwood mill gossip dialogue - not sure why.
TOU
don't put my stuff behind a paywall
don't claim my stuff as your own
don't violate the TOUs of the cc makers i've included
Please let me know if there are any problems - this is my first time putting up a household and I'm only mostly sure I did it right 😅 I managed to get it to work on my laptop, so there's that.
If you're just here for the download, you're done now! If you're interested in learning more about Edwardian fashion, let me ramble at you for a bit :)
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This isn't the most historically accurate set, but I'm calling it close enough - if you're interested in learning more about the era, Edwardian Promenade is a great place to start.
Edwardians had really weird, complicated rules about hat and glove wearing. For most of these outfits, people would don and remove their hats and gloves based on social context - they shouldn't be wearing gloves when they eat, for example, but should always wear gloves when they're dancing. It's hard to find consistent information about the specific rules, but I've read excerpts from the Edwardian equivalents of Miss Manners and Good Housekeeping and they are fascinating.
I found some great reference images for sportswear from Silhouettes Costumes. Caleb's athletic outfit is based on this contemporary illustration. The unfastened bottom button is a nice detail to have - it was fashionable for men to leave the last button undone, as a nod to King Edward.
The ladies have 3 sleep outfits - the first are nightgowns that they would wear to sleep, the second are corsets, with other undergarments still on underneath, and the third are chemises, which were worn under their corsets - the underest part of the underwear, essentially.
For an in-depth explanation of Edwardian lingerie, check out The Fashion Archaeologist's Blog. For information about Edwardian nighttime hair care, check out Sew Historically.
The girls are wearing lingerie dresses for their hot weather outfits - lacy dresses made with the same materials & techniques as lingerie. These were good casual afternoon dresses, and were sometimes worn without a corset. Learn more about them from The Dreamstress!
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cas-skz · 1 year ago
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Reunite
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Yunho x FEM!reader
| non-idol au | ex to lovers | smut/romance | 18+!!!
A end of summer get away brought you let friend group together for a weekend away at a beach house. While you’re still on good terms with your ex Yunho, the spark you felt for him never left.
warnings: drinking, unprotected sex, possible water (sinking) trigger
[writers note]
I have a mild (jk it’s severe) case of delulu related gif now & needed a Yunho fic that was adorable but kinda tense since there’s gonna be more parts. Heheh
Enjoy!!!
cas xx
Somehow summer was already coming to an end. Your friends shared plans for when they get back to university, jobs they were working. It made your heart happy to be back with your high-school friend group, even if your ex was there.
Your eyes zoned out as you watched the bonfire burn, music from the rented beach house filled the yard. Everyone had most ly scattered to swim or drink in the house, but you wanted to sit and take in the moment.
“You look lonely.”
His voice was still so familiar to you, the deep but sweet tone you’d spent hours talking to. A cold can gently hit your shoulder and you glanced up at Yunho offering your favourite alcoholic drink.
He cracked it open with one finger as you took it into your hand, “Thanks.” You smiled softly, directing your eyes back to the fire as he took a seat on the log next to you.
“You still have a tendency to wander off on your own, huh?” He chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “How’ve you been?”
“Okay, I guess.” You shrugged, taking a long drink. “How about you?”
Even after being broken up for almost 3 years, Yunho still brought you warmth and comfort whenever he was near. You didn’t dare to admit you still had feelings for him after all this time.
“Pretty good. I start a internship in New York in a couple of weeks.”
“You always wanted to go to New York. Congrats.”
His eyes flashed over to you, making your heart skip a beat. “I wanted to go to New York with you.” He paused, taking a drink before looking towards the ground. “Just kinda feels weird going alone.”
Your eyes stayed on him for a moment, scanning his features, his hands and arms. Yunho had gotten more and more attractive over the years,
“I’m sure you’ll do amazing. You’ve wanted this since high-school.”
The conversation went on for a while and everyone had headed inside while the two of you watched the fire slowly die down.
You remembered exactly why you fell in love with him. The way he told stories, but couldn’t help but laugh half way through. His smile, your favourite thing about him. You especially loved how he always checked to make sure you were okay as you continued to drink together.
Yunho had disappeared into the house to change clothes while you walked towards the late, eyes locked on the millions of stars in the sky. The moon reflecting off the water make everything look picture perfect.
Your mind drifted as you stripped to your underwear and bra, the drunken buzz made your body feel electric. You slowly walked into the water, letting your hands drag along the surface. When your feet couldn’t find ground anymore, you took a deep breath and sunk under the water.
The splash in the water shook you back to reality and almost immediately after you felt strong arms pulling you to the surface.
You gasped for air as you broke through the top of the water, Yunho immediately grabbed onto you in a panic. “What are you doing?!”
“I just…” your voice trailed as you looked at him. You weren’t actually sure why you had gone into the water, but it wasn’t with ill intentions. “I’m sorry…”
His hands were cupped around your jawline as your bodies floated in the water and you could feel your heart racing as you bobbed closer and closer to each other. Before you could say another word, his lips crashed into yours, sending chills through your body as he kissed you passionately.
Your emotions over came you as tears started to fall. You had been aching for him for so long that you couldn’t hold yourself back as you roughened the kiss.
Yunho followed your lead, pulling your core into his as he started to swim back towards the shore, sharing hot and heavy kisses as he did.
As you got to the shore, Yunho picked you up bridal style to carry you back towards the fire, now glowing embers that still radiated heat. A blanked laid out next to it is where you landed, lips still stuck to his as he hovered his body over yours.
You pulled him into you, muffling a soft moan as you felt his erection rub against your already throbbing clit. “Yuyu..” you gasped quietly as his hips grinder into yours.
Yunho’s lips travelled to your neck, sucking on your sweet spots that he remembered after all your time apart. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, “I miss you so much,” he whined, moaning softly as his hips picked up speed.
“I need you.” You said shyly, reaching down to push down his sweat pants, allowing his stiff cock to rub against your clothed pussy.
It felt like you were melting from how aroused you had gotten, your mind already going blank as he pushed your panties aside and quickly found your entrance, teasing it before sliding inside.
Your nails dug into his back as he stretched you out, inching slowly inside before bottoming out and making you cum instantly.
You pulled his lips back to yours, breathing him in as your bodies became one under the moonlight. Time felt still as you spent the next hour or so tangled around each other, finally moving into a near by tent setup outside.
Yunho’s hands ran slowly up your back and sides as you laid on him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. If you could pause time for a while, you’d do it. Having him so close again felt so right, but it also torn you apart knowing he’d be gone again after the weekend.
“Y/N?”
“Yea?” Your looked up at him, a soft smile spread across his lips as your eyes met.
“Come to New York with me.”
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hunterevie · 4 months ago
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Story - Midnight Swim
Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester
Summary - Dean wants to go for a midnight swim and manages to persuade Cas to go along with it. Much to his confusion. In the end though, he enjoys the experience as much as his husband.
Word count - 1,345
Rating - Teen
“Dean, why are we doing this again?” Cas asked for the millionth time, making him want to strangle his husband. They had discussed it before he packed up baby, how Dean had heard about this new fad where you go swimming late at night. The coolness of the water and air was supposed to reinvigorate muscles, calm thoughts, aid sleep and improve brain power. Or that’s what people claimed, Dean didn’t really know the truth of it, he just fancied taking Cas for a nice swim and this seemed like a good excuse to do it.
“I’ve told you Cas. Moonlit swims are supposed to have fantastic health benefits. You know how stressed I’ve been lately, I thought it might be nice to try.” Quickly he stole a glance at his husband, who stared at him like he had lost his mind. Dean got it, it wasn’t like he was known for enjoying a swim. Especially after he had to jump in that lake and save that kid Lucas. But he wanted to try something new with Cas.
On arriving at the lake, Dean parked up baby close by. Briefly peering out at the still water, beautifully illuminated with the large moon in the sky. A full moon, he only hoped there were no werewolves around, that was the last thing they needed when he just wanted a nice relaxing swim with his husband.
“I’m going to get in the water. You can bring the towels and everything as I packed the car.” With that he opened the door and slid out, not giving Cas the time to ask the question that was on his lips. It didn’t take him long to strip down to his boxers, depositing the clothing on the top of baby shivering in the chill of the wind whipping around him. He considered just going all out, running over to the water and dive bombing into the lake, but caught himself. Maybe that was acceptable behaviour when he was in his 20s, but not nearly 45.
Instead, he ambled over to the jetty. Staring down into the dark void, wondering if this was a good idea now. But after his insistence that they were doing this, he couldn’t really back out. Cas would just be spending the rest of their eternity together saying that he ‘told him it was a bad idea.’ Hoping it would give him the courage to get in the water, Dean sat on the jetty. A hiss being released from his lips at just how cold the water was. Maybe Cas was right when they first got in the car, maybe this was a big mistake and he shouldn’t go any further. But damn, he really wanted to prove to his angel that a midnight swim would be amazing.
So, he persisted.
‘Cold, cold, cold, cold.’ Dean thought over and over again as he lowered himself into the water. The loud laugh from the car indicated that he had been projecting far enough for his husband to hear his complaints about the temperature. Knowing that Cas could hear him spurred him on, dropping even quicker into the lake in the hope the sudden shock of the cold would make it more bearable.
It wasn’t the case.
As he wandered around in that dark water, muttering annoyances at himself for this monumentally stupid idea, Cas finally wandered over, using his grace so that Dean was able to see him in the darkness. On his lips there was a soft smirk, one that suggested he was thinking ‘I told you so.’ Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, Dean started to swim around, taking long strokes and making contented little noises of pleasure. The look on his husband’s face suggested it wasn’t working.
He really was a bad actor.
Needing to warm up, he started to swim a little faster. Hoping that the exercise would send a heat through his body, and he would no longer care about the coolness of the water of even the air. Thankfully, it started to work, and he was starting to understand why people raved about midnight swimming. He felt ridiculously calm, so much so that he could just float around for the rest of time, sleeping in that lake.
Probably not the safest thing to do.
“C’mon in Cas. It feels nice.” He finally said, feeling lonely floating around on his own. The response was that little head cock that Dean adored. But this wasn’t one he had thrown in confusion, more one to show he was considering the request. After nodding his head, he placed the towels down on the jetty, and went to get into the water fully clothed. Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head; his husband could still be so monumentally dim about some human endeavours. “No Cas, strip to your boxers before you come in.” The angel stopped again, wondering if he should comply with Dean’s request, before shrugging his shoulders and using his grace to get undressed. His clothes now lay in a neat little pile on the jetty with the towels. Seconds later he was in the lake with Dean.
“Dean?” Cas asked, just as he was about to swim away from him. Stopping, he turned back to his husband.
“Hmm?!”
“This water is not as cold as you claimed it to be.” His mouth dropped open. Well of course Cas wouldn’t find it cold because he wasn’t a real boy. If he was back in his human form he’d be whining about it as much as Dean.
“Well it wouldn’t be to you Cas. You can regulate your temperate as an angel. You know I can’t.” He snorted when his husband just stared at him with those stupidly blue eyes. The ones that suggested ‘I know that Dean. Why are you telling me about my powers like I don’t know about them?’
He really was cute like this.
“Anyway, c’mon. Let’s go a little further out.” Dean said, swimming off. His husband following not far behind. When they got a little further, in the moonlit water, Dean stopped. Turning around and jumping on his husband. Arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tight, their faces only inches apart. Cas frowned, clearly unsure what was going on, but slid his own arms around Deans hips in a hug.
“Dean, what is this?” Cas asked. One of Dean’s hands came loose from the grip, reaching up to swipe a wayward hair from Cas’s head. A soft smile on his lips as he stared at the man he loved most in the world. There was something romantic about being in the middle of a lake, under the moonlight, in his husband’s arms.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you sweetheart?” His husband blinked a couple of times, likely confused as to why Dean was asking.
“All the time. What’s this about?” He asked again. Instead of answering, he leant down, pressing a tender kiss to Cas’s lips. Loving how warm he felt in the cool air. There was nothing particularly heated about the kiss. Their lips and tongues just lazily clashed. Arms held on tight as they poured as much affection into each kiss.
It really was quite beautiful.
“Nothing Cas. Just thought it was romantic and got caught up in the moment.” Dean finally responded. Cas’s eyes went incredibly soft. His hand came up to cup Deans cheek, staring deep into his own emerald green eyes.
“We can be anywhere in the world and I will find it romantic, as long as you are by my side.” With that Cas took his lips in his own again. Still kissing gently in the moonlit water. Their hands roaming over bodies as if trying to memorise muscles for the first time. They had no intention on going any further. Instead just kissing in that cool water until they were both exhausted. Two silhouettes entwined as one in the midnight breeze.
By the end, he could really understand the health benefits of a midnight swim.
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abitlikelemon · 4 months ago
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Before I get any further into the 1900's, let's take a quick moment to reflect back.
For anyone just joining us, I am currently playing through a cc free (ish) decades challenge. I'll post expanding on what the (ish) means at some point, but I'm doing this for a number of reasons, the big one is I want to know if you can do it. Can you dupe the vibes well enough to feel emersed during each decade? I've got all the packs. This is easily a thousand-dollar game I now have. Yes, I am ashamed saying that. But, with all this money spent, I should be able to make this work.
With the 1890 decade complete, I wanted to share how I dressed or wished I had dressed my sims during this decade. Posts like this, shout out to out to Ashubii, really helped me along the way- so I want to return the favor to the community.
To start: -I am using zero CC clothing, hair, accessories etc. -I do have some "body" cc (lashes, skin overlay, body blush) -I am not a CAS simmer, so I'm not revolutionary in my styling -Between the limitations of what is available in game and my basic knowledge of the decade, don't expect accuracy just inspiration -If you want to know what pack an item is from, please ask! I am very WCIF friendly
I think it's also a good callout that I played the 1890s very 'country' focused. The 1900s outfits I have planned, I think, could easily work for 1890s if you were starting in more of a 'city' so come back for that post if you need fancier inspiration!
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Here we have our main man, Bobert Pancakes showing off his everyday, formal, athletic, sleep, party, and cold weather outfits. He was a farmer, so his outfits were simple, and repetitive. His swim wear was his sleepwear, minus the socks, and his hot weather was his athletic wear plus the bandana from his every day- so I just saved a little room and left those off.
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Here's Eliza 'I don't have a favorite child' Pancakes rocking an extra outfit because you know she has to be showing off. I have her everyday, formal, athletic, sleep, party, hot weather, cold weather outfits. Eliza is pretty country, maybe a little more than she would have liked. So, her outfits are also simple, repetitive, but with an extra bow. Her swimwear was a dress from Eco Lifestyle- but she never swam so I'm leaving it out, though you can see mouse nose Nora wear it in some gameplay screenshots.
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Speaking of Nora! I grabbed her to show off some teen outfits. Though, these are more outfits I wished I dressed her and Hazel in. I also grabbed Arthur, Herbert, and Walter to show off their actual outfits. I've got, for the boys, an everyday for Walter and Arthur and party for Herbert. Nora is styling everyday, hot weather, and party. I dressed the teens, mostly, like adults because teenagers weren't really a thing in 1890, so I imagine they are wearing a lot of hand-me-downs. What I like about the outfits above is that they blend in the 1890s with newer fashion I will be including in the 1900s, I wish I did more of that sooner. I imagined those pieces were the few new items Eliza made for them.
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So! Here we have Thomas rocking everyday, formal, party, hot weather, and cold weather. Hazel is wearing everyday, sleep, and formal. Children are tough to dress. Or, rather, dressing Hazel and the gals in this age group was painful. Some of her outfits are so bad, I won't share them. If you wanted to get a little CC in your life, this would be a spot I'd consider adding to. I was feeling so limited because all the skirts are short or very themed to Island Living. Swatches also were very modern, so there just felt like a million restrictions. You can see in the rest of the outfits, I have a preferred color pallet, so Hazel stands out (to me) like a sore thumb in comparison.
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I'm grouping infants and toddlers together and, for the first time, showing off Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Harold's children. This is where my lack of interest in CAS really stands out. I do actually think this age group has good options but... I don't careeeeee. Again, I'm not a CAS simmer and this is where it shows. Generally, my toddlers and infants aren't going to events or honestly even leave the house. They are also this ae for only a few days. So, I repeated these looks for almost every little one. This is also probably why I couldn't tell the Pancakes' kids apart until they hit childhood/teens.
I hope this was as fun to skim over as it was to compile! Again, super open to questions or honestly suggestions. I'm having so much fun with this challenge I'm already thinking about doing it again, so I'd love ideas for the next round!
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kstewdeux · 5 months ago
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@inukag-week | InuKag Week 2024 - Personal Space | Also on Ao3
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Panic began to rise within him. His chest tightened, and he struggled to find a way out of the throng of villagers with their mudslide of praise for having defeated the weak ass demon who’d been hurting their harvest. Something about fears over winter, starvation, disease and god only knew what else because his own thoughts had turned to static. Dozens of voices melting together into a noxious soup that drowned out all else. A veritable ocean of bodies clawing at him, rushing him, attempting to pull him under and drown him.
‘Can’t hurt them. Can’t hurt them.’
Inuyasha could feel his palms sweating while his mind raced to come up with a plan of escape. But every direction he looked, there were only more people. Tightly packed together, packed against him, and all moving as one. Snapping pearly whites far, far too close to his hands, his arms, his face.
‘Can’t hurt them. Can’t-‘
The putrid stench of sweat and the sound of shouting were overwhelming. He couldn't think clearly, couldn't find a way to break free. All he could focus on was the need to find space, to breathe freely again but-
‘Can’t-‘
Someone grabbed his wrist, tugging him sideways with all their might, managing to make him stumble and in a blind panic, he roughly pushed them away with a hard thrust of palm.
Blood.
Panting heavily, dilated amber eyes darted over the waves of people in the overly crowded street to try and find the source but his vision blurred instead and a high pitching ring had his head swimming. He found himself mindlessly trying to back away only to be rudely reminded he was surrounded. More hands. More voices. More more more-
And then, without realizing he’d moved at all, he was inside a dark hut. A door slid shut behind him as he trembled out of control and tried to regain his bearings. He collapsed onto his knees instead and it was then, only then, as he stared down at his bloodied palm, that he realized…
“Kagome,” he breathed as he scrambled to his feet to go fix the damage he’d apparently caused at some point only to nearly trip over the girl herself who apparently was sitting next to him with two pieces of cloth stuck in her nostrils.
“No.”
“I’m fine. It’s not even broken,” she soothed as he dropped into a crouch and frantically tried to inspect the damage, "I just...fell. That's all. Not your fault."
That was a lie, he was sure it was, but Inuyasha couldn't even remember how to form words much less get into a fight about that right now. He wasn't even sure if he could stand again. He-
A furtive glance towards the door confirmed the rest of their friends, save one, were here. Sango was blocking the door and outside was the mob and if-
“Miroku is outside trying to calm the crowds down,” Sango replied to the unspoken question with an exasperated sigh, “I’ve never seen a village get this worked up. You would’ve thought we handed them a lifetime supply of rice. Gold. Riches. Something.”
“The relief must’ve made them crazy,” Shippo offered shakily. Kagome started trying to catch Inuyasha’s panicked gaze.
“Just focus on me,” she hummed sadly as Inuyasha continued to twitch out of control – his head whipping occasionally to the entryway like he half-expected the mob to break in here and swarm him again. A warm hand cautiously reached out before gently taking the shell of his ear between two fingers and lightly massaging the downy flesh. Oxygen flooded the room and Inuyasha's eyes fluttered closed. 
"There we go. Just focus on me," Kagome's warm voice soothed as her other hand reached up to give the neglected ear the same treatment, "There we go. Just breathe."
The room began to spin and with a miserable groan, Inuyasha spread out on the ground so he didn't just careen there. Kagome applied slightly more pressure and the tension started to melt out of his locked up muscles.
"There we go. Just focus on me," she repeated. His head was gently lifted and deposited into a warm lap. Fingers carded through his hair.
"Just focus on me."
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theseshipsshallsail · 9 months ago
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The minutes soon blur in such blissful suspension, and as the unshuttered windows turn an inky black, Oliver immerses himself in the whens, wheres and inestimable hows of their blossoming reality. What he and Elio share defies definition, yet the idea of losing it is truly abhorrent. He needs this. Needs them. Everything they’re capable of being together. The promise and potential contained therein. There’s no turning back even if he wanted to, and drawing a hand up Elio’s flank he rests his chin upon his sweat-damp crown. Wonders when the hummingbird-flutter at his core became love, before deciding maybe it always has been, and he was just too afraid to acknowledge it.
The Difference Between Possible And Impossible (Lies Mainly In Determination)
He’d been dreaming, Oliver realises, as a drunken holler from the Piazza Navona interrupts the doze he had zero warning of slipping into. His mind’s eye transporting him to the villa’s orle of paradise. Elio swimming lazy laps in a set of borrowed bathers. The next day’s pages for Signora Milani all but forgotten as he apricated from head to toe; donning his tinted Persols in deference to the azure sky above. 
In all honesty, the scene mirrors memory more so than imagination, and the sluggish warmth it leaves in Oliver’s veins feels pleasantly reminiscent of the vintage scotch he’d savoured his final night in B. At Annella’s insistence, dinner was a family affair in light of his imminent departure, but with the feast devoured and dishes cleared, the professor ushered him to the study for a well-earned digestif. The pair of them discussing his varied plans for Rome, even as a sombre rendition of Debussy’s Clair de Lune drifted from the living room opposite; tearing at Oliver’s heartstrings with every mournful chord.
“Ice, born of fire, that in turn holds fire,” his mentor mused at length, swirling the mahogany liquid in his lead-crystal tumbler. “È notevole… is it not? How under the right circumstances, something so obstinate as sand itself can be transformed entirely. Reborn, one might say, to the inverse of its maker.”
In terms of subtlety it left a lot to be desired, and Oliver’d masked his quiet desperation behind a measured sip, unable to quash the hard knot of regret that threatened to choke him. Regret, that fails to exist in the liminal twilight of their Corso del Rinascimento hotel room. Banished, as it was, the second they’d watched the plastic wall clock outstrip the hour of his flight’s departure. 
He’s been damn-near euphoric ever since. 
Giddy as a ninth-grader playing truant. 
For the first time in years, he’s chosen the road less travelled, but with Elio in his corner - and sheer determination to guide him - Oliver’s certain that together they’ll move mountains if necessary, to forge a path that’s theirs and theirs alone. 
Again, a commotion starts up in the streets outside. Several joyful voices raised in concert. Oliver doesn’t recognise the song - though it’s somewhat harmonious compared to his own rendition of Fenesta Ca Lucive with the German tourist - and a helpless smile graces his lips when Elio grumbles in response; letting loose a snuffling snore alongside his collarbone.
The gossamer gleam from the balcony gilds his features in a diffuse palette: covetous swaths of rosé and gold that chase the encroaching shadows from his sleeping form. It’s grounding, Oliver finds. The steady exhalations that tickle his Adam’s apple. The rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders; perfectly in sync with his newly unshackled lungs. They’re two halves of a whole - cut from the same cloth - and rubbing the grit from his scratchy eyelids he moulds a palm to Elio’s slender waist, sighing in contentment when the other man burrows closer, one leg inveigling itself between the snug harbour of his thighs.
The minutes soon blur in such blissful suspension, and as the unshuttered windows turn an inky black, Oliver immerses himself in the whens, wheres and inestimable hows of their blossoming reality. What he and Elio share defies definition, yet the idea of losing it is truly abhorrent. He needs this. Needs them. Everything they’re capable of being together. The promise and potential contained therein. There’s no turning back even if he wanted to, and drawing a hand up Elio’s flank he rests his chin upon his sweat-damp crown. 
Wonders when the hummingbird-flutter at his core became love, before deciding maybe it always has been, and he was just too afraid to acknowledge it.  
In due course, blunt-nailed fingertips splay across his sternum; crafting a subconscious chord above his too-full ribs. Elio’s lashes are a charcoal smudge against his cheek, and the rumbling purr that escapes his throat invokes a mental slideshow of their wanton activities earlier. Unsurprisingly, the earthy scent of passion hangs thick in the muggy air; overpowering the honeysuckle sweetness adorning the trellis outside. The salty ghosts of tears, also, shed by two star-crossed lovers who’d feared being reduced to a cautionary tale: a Grecian tragedy for the modern age.
Schmaltzy, perhaps, but their truth is inescapable, and at the first sign of Elio stirring beside him, Oliver can’t help but press a lingering kiss to the riotous curls at his temple.
No more speeches, he thinks, as Elio arches like a pampered tomcat.
“I swear I’ll make you happy,” he whispers instead, and the thousand-watt grin that follows settles deep and thrilling and forever in his soul. 
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seramilla · 7 months ago
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Carmilla sits up sharply at her desk, head swimming and thoughts racing from suddenly being jarred awake. The room is dark, and the large windows of her office show the expanse of Pentagram City at night, indicating the late hour. The streetlights, the ones that aren’t busted out, anyway, shine with an eerie orange-red hue that almost exaggerate the shadows around them. One poor soul stands nervously beneath one of them, as if he thinks the illumination will protect him out on the street in this damned city.
As if by thinking it, she’d set what happens next in motion, the leg of the small demon standing under the street light is suddenly yanked by a disembodied claw twice its size. The diminutive creature trips, landing in the dirt and screaming, clawing at the ground fruitlessly as the giant claw that has him quickly drags him into the shadows.
All is quiet again after that. Carmilla feels sorry for the poor creature, but everyone down here knows not to go out at night. And if one absolutely must, they usually know to stick to the shadows, quiet and out of sight. There are things living in those shadows, but it’s much safer than drawing attention to oneself by leaving them.
Carmilla sighs, stretching her back to reignite stiff bones and joints from when she’d been hunched over her desk. She soon realizes what’s awoken her when a small hand lands on her shoulder. An awkward, slight cough breaks the silence of the room, almost meek and timid, when it doesn’t have to be. It’s well past the working hour, and the girl knows she can let the pretense of professionalism go in Carmilla’s presence. She rarely does.
Carmilla smiles to herself, turning her head to look at her eldest daughter with sleepy eyes.
“Mom,” Odette says, shortly, matter-of-fact. “It’s late. I thought I should wake you, so you can go to bed. It’s not good for your back to sleep like that.”
Carmilla chuckles. Leave it to Odette to sweat the small things. Her eldest is such a worry wart, and cares so much about her mother. It’s exceedingly endearing.
“Thank you, mija,” Carmilla replies, standing tall out of her chair, reaching her arms above her head and giving her ligaments a proper stretch this time. “But what are you still doing here?”
Odette flushes, not expecting this question. Glancing over at the clock, Carmilla notices it’s almost midnight.
“I wanted to wait up for you,” Odette admits. “I didn’t want you going home alone.”
Carmilla stands in front of her daughter, noting the absence of her telltale lab coat. She’s left in her black turtleneck and practical work slacks. The least Odette could have done is go home and change out of her work clothes.
“I can always get Zestial to portal me home,” Carmilla replies, running her large claws through Odette’s golden hair, cupping the side of her girl’s face affectionately. Her daughter’s expression remains deadpan, devoid of emotion. Carmilla notices the bags under her eyes. Carmilla wonders if her daughter will ever learn to listen to her own advice, and take care of herself.
“Still…” Odette says, looking up at her. “Everyone else has left. I don’t like you being here alone. What if…?”
Carmilla smirks. “What if, what?”
Odette shakes her head, as if not even wanting to entertain the possibilities. “I just don’t like it.”
Carmilla bends down, running her claws through Odette’s hair again, and kissing the top of her head. She breathes in slowly, taking in the familiar scent of her girl, while Odette just stands there, taking it.
“Mom,” Odette quips, getting a little annoyed.
“Indulge me,” Carmilla answers, pulling Odette into a hug. Odette sighs into her mother’s chest, defeated. She’s never been a strong advocate for overt displays of affection. That’s more Clara’s thing. Even so, she will indulge her mother if she asks kindly. Carmilla squeezes her tightly, exaggerating the motion with a funny little “Mmmm!” sound. Odette groans again into her chest. She may not be an actual baby anymore, but to Carmilla, she will always be her little one.
It always brings her great enjoyment to remind her eldest of that fact. She’s tempted to pick her up and hold her, just to drive the point home. But Carmilla thinks better of it. Odette has been a grown woman for a while now, and continuing to infantilize her only makes her more distant. Even though Carmilla is still so much larger than her children, they are still strong and fierce in their own right. Odette, especially.
It’s so good to see them spread their wings, but it also makes her motherly heart ache.
Carmilla pulls away from her daughter, and Odette straightens her disheveled glasses that had been smushed to her face by Carmilla’s body. Carmilla begins gathering her things, and Odette breaks the silence again, a little more serious this time.
"Also," Odette says, clearing her throat. "Someone left a message on the call screener while you were out of it. It's not a number I recognized, so I let it go to voicemail."
"Thank you, darling," Carmilla replies, sorting through her stack of important papers and pocketing her keys. "I'll check it momentarily."
"Okay," Odette nods, “I’ll wait in the hall.” Turning on her heels, she walks out of the office like Carmilla’s little soldier.
Carmilla realizes she’s going to need to use both hands to get all the papers she needs for these new prototypes home. Rather than burden her daughter again by asking her to carry another mess, Carmilla narrows the stack down to just the most important ones, then turns her attention to the switchboard answering machine.
Flipping over a few screens, she notices she does indeed have a single voicemail waiting for her. Pressing play, she presses the speaker button and settles into her chair, steeling herself for another incessant tirade from the Vees, or another request from Katie Killjoy wanting to know the details of Carmilla’s generous “donation” to the Hazbin Hotel right before the Extermination.
Carmilla hears none of these. In fact, she almost doesn’t recognize the voice she does hear, because it’s been so long since she’s heard it.
“Hello, Carmilla,” the soft, dulcet tone says over the tinny speaker of her office phone. The voice pauses, as if knowing that Carmilla will need a few seconds to compose herself after it dawns on her who is calling. “It’s Sera. I know you’re probably terribly concerned to hear from me again. I assure you, it’s for a good reason. Please sit down before you listen to this.”
Carmilla is already sitting. She’s grateful for that, because otherwise, she may have ended up on the floor. Her claws grip the plush leather on the arms of her office chair; it takes everything in her not to rip right through the fabric. Her teeth clench, biting her tongue so hard, tears start forming in her eyes.
“There’s been a development,” Sera continues. “This may seem inconceivable, but please listen. It appears that the child of the Morningstar was…well, after the Extermination, someone…It appears that Lucifer’s daughter has accomplished something no one thought possible. A soul that perished during the Extermination has somehow manifested here in Heaven. Right now, only you, myself, and another of my…associates are aware of the implications. I’d like to keep it that way.”
Carmilla is beside herself with emotion. She’s doing her best to pay attention to the words, but she’s still so focused on the fact that it’s Sera who’s calling her. The news that one of Charlie’s patrons may have ascended is surprising; but honestly, it would have to be something exceedingly miraculous such as this for Sera to get her involved. In that case, it must be true, at least as far as Sera knows.
“Things are tenuous here in Heaven,” Sera explains, admitting more than she probably should to Carmilla in that moment. That news doesn’t surprise Carmilla. Things have been less than stable in Heaven for much longer than the realm’s leadership cares to acknowledge. “As I’m sure you’re aware by now, Adam is gone. His army is restless. Heaven hasn’t faced this much uncertainty in millennia, and I fear this is only the beginning of more problems for Hell. The elders are worried about an all-out war. This factor of redemption may send everyone over the edge. I need…I can’t go to Lucifer for this. I don’t know where else to turn.”
Sera pauses again, as if the next part is physically painful for her to get out. She sighs, and her voice trembles, with some degree of grieving.
“I could use your council. I am on very thin ice here. Please, I — there’s no one else I trust more, Carmilla. There never was. I’m sorry for everything that’s happened between us, but — can we meet? In person?”
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♡ Sims 4 Custom Content: Overall TS4 Content ♡ Separated: 1. Clothes 2. CAS (Skins, etc) 3. Hair, Body Hair, etc 4. Male stuff (Hair, Clothes, Beard, etc) 5. Accessories 6. Build mode - Custom Content 7. Witchy Stuff 8. Goth Stuff 9. Alternative stuff (Punk, Rock, Metal,Emo, Edgy, etc.) 10. Hoodies 11. Jackets 12. Bottom (Jeans,Leggings,Etc) 13. Shirts 14. Sneakers 15. Shoes 16. Tattoos 17. Fitness 18. Halloween 19. Piercings 20. Makeup 21. Set 22. Cute 23. Wednesday Addams
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Check out my list: ♡ The Ultimate List of Sims 4 Best Mods 2022-2023 ♡ Custom Food ♡ Loading Screens If you want to not play a pack but have it installed, instead of reinstall everything, disable the packs on James Turner Website and Read the Instructions: Disable Packs here ♡ Much like the popular LittleMsSam, Bienchen has amazing tweaks and small mods to download here ♡
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♡ Werewolves ♡ Harry Potter ♡ Dark Fantasy (Warlocks, Succubus, Witchcraft, Demons) (Warning: Those themed lists uses some mods from "Mod The Sims" Website but it's down for some days)
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♡ How to use Gallery Poses by @loulicorn Don't use both "No Randomization Mod" & "No More Mirroring Mod". ♡ No Randomization Mod by @simplyanjuta (For locking a pose without random mirroring, either first or second poses, good for big family gallery poses that only has one type of pose but this will stop the secondary poses pack from randomizing if you didn't download separately, so, doesn't work so well with a .package where there is more than one pose as a pack and needs randomizing, for that use " No Mirroring Mod") ♡ No More Mirroring Mod by @simplyanjuta (To be easier to find the poses you downloaded) ♡ Distinguish Female/Male Poses by @simplyanjuta (Help for a pack that has female and male poses all together, helps second poses being distincted by gender Female/Male) Check this Poses list: ♡ The Ultimate Gallery Poses List ♡ Poses (my tags)
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Name: Lily Nicknames: Lith / Shakana Gallery ID: EtherealLith Birth Year: 1989 Personality: ENFP, ADHD Likes: Music, Concerts, Outdoors & Indoors, Ocean, Alternative/Badass/Magical/90's/Lo-Fi Aesthetics. Cute & Cuddles, Boyfriend, Hoodies, Cats!! and Animals overall Dislikes: NPD, White backgrounds (sensitive eyes) Profession: IT Hardware/Software Fix (Former Graphic Designer, Former Event Planner) Hoobies: Gaming, Swimming, Drawing, Painting, Reading, tv shows, Movies About Simblr life: Played for years since teen World of Warcraft, Witcher and TS1-2-3-4. I play a handful of games to try but never stick with them besides the ones mentioned. ♡ ASK ME ANYTHING ♡ You can ask me also codes for SimFileShare ♡ MY MUSIC | MY ARCHIVE ♡ | ALL MODS I USUALLY USE ON SFS
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