#dog essentials kit

[moonwoodhollow]

HOHENZOLLERN ALLEE 72-76

a German-inspired 1950s apartment build + a furnished flat

A build download that was in the works for almost a month and made me realise how much I love building local architecture even though it's not the easiest within the constraints of TS4.

It's meant to represent a realistic German apartment build, that is a bit run down and yet still feels homey and nostalgic to those of us growing up near or in these buildings. There's one furnished flat that is ideal for 2-3 sims and furnished in a retro 60s-90s look, that I hope you'll enjoy! This is also a BIG 1K followers gift, with which I want to show my deepest appreciation to all my followers, thank you so much!!

More info, screenshots + DL link behind the cut!

First a little history/backstory to this build:

This build is something you'd see very often in Middle to Northern Europe, less so in the UK, because brick builds there look similar but also different and I based my build off of Northern German brick builds.

The red brick used for these builds dominates the townscapes in quite a few cities where I live and has been used for a few centuries (see Brick Gothic). This build that I based on a real building, however, is more modern and was probably built after WW2, as the design choices, like using tiles on the facades of brick builds is something distinctively 1950s. I know there are older examples, but these buildings usually have more design and decor elements on the facades. These red brick builds were built en masse starting with the 1920s and were usually meant for low-income households. The same goes for the 1950s brick builds, which were built on top of ruins of older buildings destroyed in the war and oftentimes were cheaply constructed and usually don't receive the same appreciation that older pre-war brick builds get, so quite a few are already being demolished for more modern builds.

So what do you get with this build?

Hohenzollernallee 72-76 is a 40x30 lot that I placed in Evergreen Harbor on the Sprucewood Square lot. I created 2 versions of the building, one as a normal residential lot and another as a residential rental. Just choose whatever you want! There are 6 different flats, that have been renovated at different times, which is apparent from the condition of their kitchen and bathroom.. Each flat has its own basement room and the garden is shared between all tenants and there's a shared laundry room in the basement as well.

You'll also have a restaurant shell, the Burger Lab that is not functional currently, but you could make it so if you want.

The furnished flat is playtested and ideal for 2-4 sims max and is heavily 'lived in', meaning very cluttered. I personally see an older woman living there, whose husband already died and her daughter left as soon she turned 18, but the interior was never changed or renovated. I don't know, you could probably come up with a lot of story ideas!

CC is mostly included. You'll find an Excel file with the specific file names and the dl link for all CC that is not included. The build will probably still look okay-ish without the excluded CC but I strongly recommend downloading it, if you do not already have it.

Thank you, especially to these lovely creators: @budgie2budgie, @sforzinda, @surely-sims, @pluto-sims, @syboubou.

@myshunosun, @charlypancakes, @peacemaker-ic, @kkbsmm, @leaf-motif

@awingedllama, @kirsicca, @baufive, @lumenniveus, @kiwisim4 and many more!! it's because of you that this build looks the way it does <3

Uses items from the following packs: For Rent, Growing Together, High School Years, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Discover University, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, Cats and Dogs, City Living, Get Together, Get To Work, Werewolves, My Wedding Stories, Dreamhome Decorator, Strangerville, Vampires, Dine Out, Tiny Living, Laundry Day, Backyard Stuff, (Kits): Party Essentials, Basement Treasures, Greenhouse Haven, Bathroom Clutter, Everyday Clutter, Desert Luxe, Little Campers, Décor to the Max, Industriel Loft & Courtyard Oasis

Download: Google Drive | also up on the gallery: aeromantica (but you'll need the cc files from the Drive folder!)

-> Info: I tried to not include merged files, but there are about 3-5 that I missed, sorry :(

TOU: please don’t claim as your own or put behind paywalls etc. If you find any issues (wrong files, etc.) please let me know + tag me if you’ll use the house, I’d love to see it in your games.

[hatem1190]

🇵🇸Urgent Appeal for Help from Gaza🇵🇸🍉🫶

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We are weary, and the daily struggle to survive in this war-torn reality has taken a heavy toll on us. The place that once gave us comfort and hope now feels dangerous and uncertain, and I worry about what the future holds for my children.

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[lowkeyrobin]

still so disappointed that mr pennycrumb [fives dog in the comics] didnt rlly appear much in the show </3

ok ok so its the academy's birthday and the reader is insanely good at gift giving and never forgets to give presents if theres smth special happening. they hand out the gifts to everyone except they avoid five and disappear w/o them knowing where they went, only to come back at dusk w/ a larger box. obviously five went insane and rambles on how worried he was before the reader finally shuts him up by plopping the box on him, and boom. theres a puppy.

[loved the last viktor fic btw. literally bawled my eyes out]

- 🦇

OMG YES the only appearance we saw was in s3 when Luther went on a jog before he got napped :( ; and thank you!! I got bored and I couldn't extend it any further so it's kinda dumb but it's alr haha ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also sorry this is so short and dumb idk writers block is so picky

FIVE HARGREEVES ; mr pennycrumb

summary ; when the umbrella academys birthdays roll around, you get five a whole ass dog

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; some of the gifts are related to hobbies/interests that are more of hcs than actual canon

word count ; 738

masterlist

When you walked into Allison's with multiple boxes and bags for the Hargreeves, they all knew you were at it again with your insane yet accurate gift giving. They started with cake, then moved over to presents.

Gift giving in the family was like secret Santa in a way. Everyone would essentially get gifts for all the others, and they'd pass around gifts one by one, usually by number order. Luther was always first, Viktor always last. Lila usually snuck in around Diego, because duh. Viktor had gotten used to being last, the forgotten one. But around his family now, he knew it wasn't like that anymore. He'd rather go last so everyone else could have their special time on their special day.

So, the group sets the gifts tagged for Luther on the table in front of him. The kids halfway watch from afar, paying attention to the TV and their toys more than their celebrating parents, aunts, and uncles.

You were among the minority in the house that didn't share a birthday with them, thank God. You would've gone insane over big birthdays like this.

Five, meanwhile, was going insane over you basically ignoring him all day.

You'd gotten Luther some workout gear, knowing he'd taken up going to the gym within the past couple of years. Among other gifts were little trinkets and other things he wanted. He was a little hard to shop for, never really wanting anything, enjoying the quality time over any gift giving.

Next was Diego, and inside the gift you got for him, was a knife sharpening kit. He'd lost his old one just in time. Lila came up next, receiving a few nice outfits you found for her and a gift card to Cosmoprof, as she'd been thinking about re-dyeing her hair to white again.

Next up was Allison, grateful for the numerous acting job business cards you'd given her on top of a bunch of books that were on her Amazon wishlist. She was a serious reader who wanted to get back into acting, now.

Klaus was after her, ecstatic about a carry-around cleaning kit. You were going to go with a joint maker to make his life easier before he got sober. Now he wouldn't need a full bag of cleaning supplies, he'd have your perfect gift.

Five decided to go last, wanting to watch his family be happy more than open presents himself.

Ben was next, receiving some letters from modeling agencies. As he should.

Viktor was second to last, very appreciative for the new drink recipes you'd made and found for him atop the pile of clothes you'd gotten him.

You disappeared around dusk, leaving Five to open his presents without presence. He was physically eighteen, mentally sixty-two today.

As he looks up, seeing the lack of you around, he hides a soft frown. He noticed how you weren't standing near him all night, how you barely even spoke around him.

"Did you do something to Y/n?" Klaus asks out of the blue. "They just kinda... dissappeared"

Five shrugs. "I don't think I did. Even if I did do something, they'd talk it out with me"

Allison shrugs. "I think that's them" she comments, looking out the screen door to see you pull up in your car again. "Diego, could you get the door?"

Diego turns around, unlocking the door for you, holding it open as he sees you holding a big box.

"Why is that box bigger than you?"

"Also, why is it moving?"

You set the box on the table in front of Five, a wide smile on your face. "Open it"

He slowly sets aside the large box of coffee pods he received from Diego to the side, slowly reaching for the box flaps. As he pulls them to the side, out jumps a little dog.

"Oh my God?"

Five smiles, pulling the puppy into his lap. He looks up at you, a glimmer in his eyes. "Why did you get me a dog?"

You shrug, moving the box off the table. "You're a lonely old man, you need some company"

He chuckles, petting the pug's head.

"What're you gonna name it?" Ben asks, arms crossed.

"Him" You correct

"Mr. Pennycrumb" Five answers.

"Why?" Luther asks.

The physically younger boy shrugs. "Why not?"

"Interesting choice" Klaus mutters with a shrug.

Five smiles up at you, giddy like a little kid. "Thank you"

"I try"

[powluna]

WILDWOOD ADVENTURE PARK | no cc

Welcome to Wildwood Adventure Park, the ultimate indoor playground for toddlers and children!

Lot type: Park

Lot Size: 40 x 30

Playtested

DOWNLOAD -> Gallery: PowLuna58 | Alt. (Patreon)

All the packs used:

For Rent

Growing Together

Highschool Years

Snowy Escape

Eco Lifestyle

Discover University

Get Famous

Seasons

Cats & Dogs

Get Together

Get to Work

Dream Home Decorator

Parenthood

Outdoor Retreat

Kids Rooms Stuff

Toddler Stuff

Party Essentials Kit

[wosoimagines]

You Didn't Know? - Arsenal WFC/Reader

prompt: R is new to Arsenal after proving themselves at the World Cup, but there are a couple of hurdles they have to face before the team fully accepts them.

warnings: none

words: 6497

I will say that I am not deaf or hard of hearing so if there is anything that I've gotten wrong, please let me know so that I can fix it (I tried to do as much research as I could). Anything that represents sign langue is in continuous italics.

Also, this will become a series, so don't worry about needing to ask for a part two because it will be coming. (I think that this has honestly been one of my favorite ideas for a fic ever and I can't wait to continue it)

part two

(Y/N) POV

I grinned as I got out of the car. I wiggled my eyebrows at the camera once I noticed it. Honestly it wasn’t too surprising that Arsenal would be filming my first day here. I didn’t hesitate to greet the people who were waiting for me either.

“(Y/N), it’s really nice to finally meet you,” the woman that I knew as Clare Wheatley greeted me. I quickly shook her hand once she held it out to me. “Congratulations. We’re really happy you’re here.”

“I’m gonna show you around,” the dark-haired woman who was behind Clare spoke up. I sent her a soft smile. “I’m Sadie Ross. I’ll also serve as an interpreter for you should you need one.”

“You know Auslan?” I asked. I didn’t always have the option to take out my cochlear implants here recently. Once Sadie confirmed that she did in fact know Auslan, I couldn’t help the grin that overtook my face. “I use a Northern dialect usually, but I do know the Southern dialect as well.”

“No worries,” Sadie assured me. She moved closer to me before patting my shoulder so I would follow her. “I’ve studied both dialects.”

“Cool.”

I followed Sadie through until we got to the locker rooms where I was given my own Arsenal gear to get changed into. It was obviously just practice gear, but it was nice to be in official gear from my new club.

“It suits you!” Sadie assured me once I stepped out of the locker room.

“I like it!”

“So, we’re going to take you on a tour, show you the grounds, show you your new home,” Sadie said. I couldn’t help but smile as she had started to sign the words she was speaking. “This is obviously the changing room. This is the technical corridor, so we essentially have all of our tech staff in here. Our head coach Jonas in this hall.”

I looked down the hall that Sadie had been talking about. I started to move with Sadie so that I wouldn’t fall behind her.

“If you come down here, this is where the medical section is. Stuff like physiotherapy, massages, cold therapy, all of that sort of stuff will happen here.”

I paid attention as Sadie walked me through where the medical team could be found along with any rooms concerning treatment were. Sadie also showed me where the meeting room was and assured me that she would be at all of our team meetings and regardless of if I had decided to wear my cochlear implants or not, she would be translating everything that was said.

Then we were off to find the gym. This was one of the places that I was most excited to find since I knew I would probably be spending quite a bit of time in the gym. I appreciated that Sadie had also pointed out where each section was.

Soon we were headed outside.

“So, this is where we come out to get to the pitch?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned as Sadie pointed out where the exhibition pitch was. I was sure that I would be out there soon enough. Before long we had made our way to the mess hall that they had. It was there that I met Mikel Arteta.

Sadie had disappeared while Mikel introduced himself to me. Then I got to meet Win. Who immediately had all of my attention as I moved to the floor to play with the dog.

It was ultimately drawn away from Win though as Sadie made a reappearance. I was quick to get to my feet as I took notice of what Sadie had in her hands. I took in the back of the kit that had my number and name on the back.

“Such a beautiful kit,” I said as Sadie handed it over to me. “Honestly, can’t wait to play in it.”

“Come on,” Sadie said with a chuckle. “Let’s get you changed into it.”

I did a little fist pump before the two of us headed out of the mess hall and back to where the changing rooms were. Once I had the kit on, I headed down the hall to the room that Sadie and I had passed earlier.

“How’s it look?” I asked as I entered the room.

“I’d say it’s probably one of the best looking kits you’ve ever worn,” Sadie said. I let out a laugh at that. Honestly, I didn’t have the chance to wear that many different kits. I had left Australia to go to the States to play college football for Stanford. Other than my youth club kits, the only other kits I had been in were with the national team, but those had been more recent. “Not too big or too little?”

Of course, we had to take pictures of me in the kit while I was in front of the logo that was on the wall. It had been one of the moments I had been looking forward to since it was announced that I was signing with Arsenal following my college career and performance at the World Cup. Then I moved to take pictures of me signing my contract.

The rest of my afternoon was filled with a photoshoot in a full kit before we headed to Emirates. It was pretty cool to finally be able to take in the stadium in person considering I had grown up an Arsenal fan. I didn’t mind the photographer that followed me around getting pictures of me exploring Emirates.

We even sat down for a formal interview before Sadie played twenty questions with me so that fans could get to know me better.

“Why Stanford?”

“Why not?” I countered. I laughed as Sadie rolled her eyes. “I dunno why I chose Stanford. I had played with youth clubs, but no one was looking to give me a shot with their senior team in Australia. I was smart enough to get scholarships to attend school in the States. Stanford happened to have open tryouts and I was just really lucky that I was able to impress the coaches there and they ended up giving me a spot on the team.”

“Was it hard?”

“Yeah. I was pretty much all alone in a country I didn’t know and having to constantly prove myself,” I admitted. My time in college, while it had been great, had probably been the worst time of my life so far. “I had to practice all the time while keeping up with my studies and even then, I would barely get playing time. Then we had the 2019 College Cup. I didn’t get a lot of time still, but our coach, Paul Ratcliffe, had taken notice of all the practice I put in, specifically with my penalties so when the game went to penalties, I got to take what ended up being the final penalty. I finally knew what the biggest shot of my career was.”

“Did it help you to prepare for the shootout in the World Cup?”

I shrugged at that. Nothing could compare to the shootout that happened at the World Cup. I hadn’t even expected the penalties to go on so long that I would even take one, but then that plan had collapsed, and I ended up taking the final penalty knowing that France wouldn’t have that much film on my penalty kicks and tendencies.

“Nothing will compare to my World Cup penalty. That has probably been the best moment of my life,” I said. I motioned to my ears. “I do kind of have an advantage. It is nice to be able to literally turn off all of the noise. And if you watch the play back close enough, you can see that I had turned it back on right after the ball left my foot. Being able to go from dead silence to hearing the entire stadium cheering was incredible.”

“Did you get the game ball?”

“I did. It will be brought over after our next national camp because surely by then I’ll actually have my own place.”

“Now to backtrack, because you’ll be getting to play with Lotte and Alessia obviously. Not only did they knock you and Australia out of the World Cup but you, as mentioned earlier, won the 2019 College Cup by scoring the winning penalty which caused the two to lose the same game. Is there gong to be any bad blood?”

“No, I don’t think so. Does it sting that we didn’t win the World Cup? Obviously, but we were able to do an amazing job and we overcame everyone’s expectations that they had set for us. In the end, it just wasn’t our year for it. So, I don’t have any hard feelings about that,” I said. I had been upset and frustrated that we weren’t able to win the World Cup, but I was still really proud of the rest of the Matildas. “As for 2019, that’s a question for Lotte and Alessia. Honestly, I’m not even sure if either of them remembers me from it. I might have scored the goal, but my role that season was not a huge one. I didn’t even see an increase in minutes that second year with the team.”

“What are you most excited about being here with Arsenal for?”

“To play for the team I’ve always loved,” I said before looking over my shoulder at Sadie. “It is really cool that I’m also going to get to play with Caitlin and Steph more than just with the national team. And it isn’t just them. I could pretty much learn from most of the players here with Arsenal and I’m excited to get the opportunity to do so."

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I sat by myself again in the mess hall. It seemed that until I got rid of this ear infection, no one was going to approach me except for Sadie. I had really appreciated that she was sitting to eat with me. My hunt for a place to call my own had also been stalled considering I had been trying to rest.

But it had already been three weeks with none of the normal tips and tricks I knew had helped to get rid of this ear infection. Our medical staff at Arsenal hadn’t been able to help me, so they had gotten me in to see a doctor. The doctor had told me it was labyrinthitis, an inflammation of the inner ear.

I had been given medicine for the dizziness that I was experiencing but it did nothing to help the pain I still felt. It led to me ultimately being ruled out of the first qualifying round of the Champions League that took place two weeks ago.

And I couldn’t help but feel like it had partially been my fault when the team came back after being eliminated by Paris FC. I hadn’t even been there with the team for the games. I also wasn’t entirely sure how much the rest of the team knew about why I had been a scratch for the journey.

I looked up at the small tap on the table. Sadie sent me a soft smile as she sat down.

“How you feeling?”

“Tired.”

Not only was I dealing with an ear infection, but the loneliness was starting to get to me. I knew that it would be hard to communicate with my teammates while I wasn’t wearing my cochlear implants, but none of them had tried to get to know me. Not even my national teammates.

I couldn’t wait for the national window to open. Unless I was deemed unable to travel, I didn’t see why I wouldn’t be called up. Even though we’d be in Perth, rather than Brisbane, I was still happy that I’d be back in Australia. I’d even get to see Theo since he had gotten a job with the Matildas. I knew that his main job was to act as an interpreter while I was with the team, but he was also helping take care of all our gear as well.

I sent Kyra a small wave when she smiled at me. The small smile that had taken place on my face quickly turned to a frown though once she moved to join Caitlin and Steph who were sitting with a couple of the English players on our team along with Katie. I sighed as my head dropped down.

“I can say something to them, you know.”

I shook my head. I didn’t need Sadie tackling my problems for me. Besides, once I got over this ear infection, I’d be right there with the other Aussies.

“The last thing I need is for them to think that I’m a coward because I can’t join them and then I send you to confront them for not spending time around me.”

Sadie softly sighed before she nodded. I knew that she hated that I had been left on the outside of the team, but what choice did I really have? I wasn’t really that great at reading the lips of anyone outside of the Aussies and it wasn’t like Sadie could follow me around all day to translate everything for me, she was still one of our assistant coaches.

It was honestly just a really unfortunate situation. One that I hoped would be resolved within two weeks. I wasn’t sure where I would be at mentally if I couldn’t play in our WSL season opener.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My ear infection had finally gotten better a week before we were slated to take on Liverpool, but I was still finding it hard to talk to any of my teammates. Kyra seemed to be the only one willing to seek me out, but it wasn’t often as she was still attached to Caitlin and Steph’s hips. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t been as excited about getting to start against Liverpool. I had questioned Jonas’ decision when he told me, but he said it was the perfect chance to see what I would be able to do so that he could figure out how he would use me for the season.

It would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the number of knocks that I was taking. It seemed that Liverpool had decided to target me. I wasn’t sure if it was because they weren’t sure what I could do, or maybe they had decided that I was the weak link on the field. But I could handle what they threw at me.

At least until Taylor Hinds and I clashed in the midfield trying to fight for the ball. She had got a hand on the side of my head which ended up knocking off my cochlear implant. This was one of the times where I hated my cochlear implants because it wasn’t like I could just leave it on the ground to come back to while I chased after the ball. No, I had to make sure I grabbed the cochlear implant that had come off my head to make sure that no one stepped on it and destroyed it.

Ultimately, I didn’t even have to worry about Hinds getting too far because the play was called dead. I had assumed that Hinds was going to be reprimanded for the swipe at my head. I wasn’t really sure, but I knew that it gave me time to put my cochlear implant on.

I didn’t tilt my head in confusion when I saw the ref, Emily Heaslip, going to talk with Liverpool’s coach, Matt Beard. My eyes darted between my own teammates because I had no idea why Heaslip was talking to Beard. At least I didn’t have a clue until Heaslip started to wave me over. I glanced around me to make sure she wasn’t trying to get someone else. I even pointed to myself as I raised my brow in confusion. Heaslip nodded her head and waved for me to go over where they were again.

I shrugged as I jogged over to the sideline.

“She’s cheating,” Beard said once I got close enough to hear them. He pointed to the side of his head. “She’s got earbuds in. Getting information from someone up top.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I watched you put it in,” Beard said as he turned to me. My hand flew up to touch my ear. “Yeah, those!”

“You mean my cochlear implants?”

“She should be sent off.”

“They’re medical devices. I have to have them to hear.”

“I’m sure that’s what she tells everyone so she can cheat. After all, how good can a college walk on be anyways.”

Now that was uncalled for.

“I’m better than you because at least I’m playing professionally.”

“Take them out.”

I froze at that. Surely, I didn’t hear that right.

“Take them out before the yellow I’m going to give you becomes a red.”

Heaslip was out of her mind. My eyes immediately darted over to Jonas as I motioned to my ears causing the man to make his way over to us. I wasn’t surprised that Sadie was following behind. Nor when Kim left the huddle of my teammates to see what was going on.

“She’s getting a yellow for blatantly cheating,” Heaslip said once Jonas asked what was going on. “At least I’m giving her the chance to continue the game.”

“They want me to take my implants out,” I explained. I knew that Jonas and Sadie would both be confused as to what cheating they were talking about. “Neither of them are listening that they’re medical devices.”

“Calm down,” Kim softly said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at her.

“No, they don’t get to discriminate against me just because they’re idiots.”

Heaslip had enough arguing I guess, because when I looked back at her there was a yellow card pointed at me. Definitely not how I wanted to start my career with Arsenal, but there was nothing I could do to change it now.

“Kim, go,” Jonas said. My captain hesitated, but she moved away from the group to join our teammates. “She quite literally can’t hear if she doesn’t wear them.”

“They come out. Now.”

Heaslip wasn’t even listening to what we were saying. Jonas nodded before glancing at Sadie.

“Okay, just give us a minute so (Y/N) can get them out.”

Heaslip nodded and stayed where she could watch as I walked back toward the bench with Jonas and Sadie.

“It’s not fair,” I said. I had no idea how I was going to play if I couldn’t hear since I always wore my cochlear implants when I played. “My first game with the team and they get to ruin it because they don’t know what cochlear implants are?”

“I’m not taking you out,” Jonas said. I blinked at that. I hadn’t expected him to keep me in. “You can still play without needing to hear. Just try not to keep playing too long after plays are whistled dead.”

“Oh, because that’ll be so easy.”

It wasn’t like I could just keep my eyes trained on the refs for the entire match.

“Sadie will hold onto them.”

I sighed as I looked between the two. It would be nice to finish my first match with Arsenal. I couldn’t do that if I let idiots ruin it for me. It only took me a second to take both of my cochlear implants out and hand them over to Sadie before was back out on the field.

Coming off from the first half, I knew that I was skating on thin ice with Heaslip with the amount of time it took for me to realize when plays were dead. I wanted nothing more than to keep my head down while Jonas talked to us at halftime so that I could at least pretend that the rest of my teammates weren’t staring at me, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to look up so that I could understand what was being said as Sadie translated it for me.

Going back out for the second half wasn’t any easier. I had been slow to move at kickoff since I was relying on when everyone else moved. I tried my best to stay away from fouls, whether my team was committing them or Liverpool, since they were the most unpredictable ways for plays to be called dead. It wasn’t as bad as the first half had been.

But it really came to a head in the 67th minute. We were already down by one, but Caitlin was getting the chance to make a run. I had made the decision to pull toward the middle of the field from my side as the rest of the midfielders were still behind the forwards and I. Caitlin was clearly fouled by Koivisto, but no one was stopping even though Caitlin stayed on the ground.

My eyes stayed trained on Caitlin who wasn’t getting up as I moved backwards. Then I decided to do something that was definitely risky, but I knew that if Caitlin still wasn’t getting up then it would be good for our trainers to check her out. So, I darted across the field where Koivisto was still trying to move the ball. Koivisto stopped and relaxed as soon as I got close to her, but it didn’t stop me from knocking into her to win the ball back. As soon as the ball was at my feet, I sent it out of bounds.

As soon as I had turned to go check on Caitlin, I knew that I was in for it. Heaslip had her eyes trained on me as she started to march over where I was. I scoffed as I rolled my eyes at the clear fact that it was me that she was coming to talk to rather than Koivisto who had been the one to actually foul another player.

I didn’t even pretend like I was paying attention to Heaslip this time. I was just tired of all of the bullshit from this game. However, my eyes did widen when she pulled out the yellow card again and pointed it at me before the red card followed since I had already gotten a yellow.

“Oh, come on. What do you want me to do?” I asked her as I motioned to my ears. “I can’t hear. You made sure of that.”

Heaslip’s lips were moving, but I had no interest in trying to figure out what she was saying. This was insane and I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to have to fight these cards just so that I could play in our next match.

“No seriously, I would love to hear what you want me to do. Oh, wait. I can’t because you made me take my implants out.”

I shoved the arms that were trying to pull me away from Heaslip away from me. I couldn’t wait to fight these cards though so that Heaslip would never call a game again. There’s no way anyone would ever have her referee a game once they found out that she had discriminated against me by denying me the use of my cochlear implants.

I was a bit surprised when Caitlin got in between Heaslip and I before the older Aussie started to push me back. She was pointing toward the tunnel, so it didn’t take much to guess that she was telling me to get off the pitch. My shoulders slumped forward at the obvious disappointment from the player that I had spent so much time looking up to. I couldn’t bring myself to meet anyone’s eyes either as I made my way off the pitch and to the tunnel.

I didn’t even bother to stop by Sadie to grab my cochlear implants. This had to be the worst debut I ever had.

I took a seat in front of my locker. It was an easy technique that I liked to use to help keep me grounded. It made it easier not to lose myself if I could feel the ground under me. I stayed there for the rest of the game. It wasn’t until Jonas and Sadie had entered the locker room that I realized that the game had ended.

“That was the worst game I have ever played.”

Sadie frowned but she relayed the message to Jonas who rubbed at his forehead. Jonas’ eyes stayed trained on me even though mine had to dart between him and Sadie so I could understand what was being said.

“I should have taken you out. That’s on me. I just wanted to give you the opportunity to prove to them that you were better than they gave you credit for. Which you did. We’ll fight the cards and I’m sure that they’ll be overturned considering you really didn’t do anything wrong.”

I shook my head at that because there was nothing that we could do to allow me to redo my first game with Arsenal. Especially in Emirates. It had all been messed up.

“I have dreamed of this day since I was a kid. And it got completely fucked up. I don’t care if the cards are overturned, but I do want apologies from Beard and Heaslip.”

Jonas nodded in agreement once Sadie let him know what I had said.

“Completely understandable and I’ll be sure that it is known that we fully expect apologies from both for forcing you to do something you didn’t want to with your cochlear implants. Whether or not you wear them should be entirely your choice.”

I nodded as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. I knew it wasn’t guaranteed that I would get an apology from either of them.

“I believe there are some fans who would still like to see you. Even if you did get sent off.”

I sighed and dropped my head at that. Before the World Cup, no one was interested in meeting me. It meant that when I had a bad game, or it didn’t go the way my team had expected, that I could leave without disappointing too many people.

But I knew that I needed to go see the fans. They deserved something good from me today after the game. I got to my feet, and I found that Sadie was holding my cochlear implants out to me. I took them from her before I headed out of the locker room so that I could go see some of our fans.

I fiddled with the cochlear implants in my hands as I made my way out of the tunnel to the field. I just wanted to greet the fans and then head home. But it seemed that nothing was going to go my way as I was snagged by the back of my jersey.

When I turned to see who had grabbed my jersey, I was surprised to find Caitlin behind me. She was holding a microphone causing me to full turn to find her in the middle of an interview. I furrowed my brow because I wasn’t sure why she had stopped me considering I hadn’t crashed the interview until she pulled me back. But my eyes moved away from where she was to the reporter who Caitlin was talking to.

“You’re going to have to give me a moment,” I said once I realized that the reporter’s lips were moving a lot faster than I could decipher. It didn’t take me long to get my cochlear implants on before I looked back at the reporter. “Okay, now I’ve got my ears on. What’s up?”

“I was hoping to get your thoughts on your first game with Arsenal. I know after how you played in the World Cup that a lot of the Arsenal faithful were looking forward to seeing you only to find out that you were an illness scratch during the Champions League games.”

“I won’t lie. It’s all been a bit frustrating. Up until today, none of that had been anyone’s fault,” I admitted. I knew that I had to be careful about talking about my frustrations for tonight because I could still be punished if I said the wrong things. “I’m just hoping things will start turning around.”

“What’s been so frustrating?”

“Well, obviously I was an illness scratch for the Champions League games we had. I had been dealing with an ear infection during that time and it lasted until last week. It was brutal and there were times where I was in so much pain. It was just unfortunate that it had to happen almost as soon as I had arrived at Arsenal,” I said as I rubbed the back of my head. It had honestly been the worst ear infection I had ever had. “It made it hard to communicate with anyone really, so that was really hard because I do enjoy spending time with others. But I finally got rid of the infection last week, and Jonas decided to give me the start. So, things are starting to turn around.”

“Even with how tonight ended?”

I glanced over my shoulder at Caitlin who had asked the question. She had a frown on her face. I wasn’t entirely sure why Caitlin looked upset, but I knew that it probably had to do with me crashing her interview or the fact that I just revealed that I had been in pain and isolated.

“Getting carded for the reasons I did was insane and frustrating. Jonas and I have already agreed that we’ll be appealing the cards,” I said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe that Caitlin was okay with the cards I had been given. “I’m sure we’ll win the appeal. I would like to make formal complaints about both Beard and Heaslip considering how I was treated.”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure that you’ll overturn those cards,” the reporter pointed out. I turned my head back to look at her. “You obviously got into a heated talk with Liverpool’s head coach, Matt Beard, and tonight’s referee, Emily Heaslip.”

“It’s simple,” I shrugged. Was I really around this many people who had no idea what cochlear implants were. “One of my cochlear implants fell off and Beard had to be nosy, even though he can’t tell the difference between earbuds and my cochlear implants. Then Heaslip sided with him without talking to either Jonas or I. Which she should have done to figure out what I had in my ears if she was really worried about someone cheating, but she refused to hear us out as we tried to explain.”

“Well, I wish you both better luck for the future.”

I sent a soft smile to the reporter, happy to finally be done with the interview. Caitlin followed me as I headed to where our fans still were so that I could greet them. Caitlin stayed close to me as we talked with the fans and took pictures and gave autographs. I didn’t think much of how close she was staying to me until we were headed back through the tunnel.

“So those weren’t earbuds?”

I stopped in the tunnel causing Caitlin to crash into my back. I honestly hadn’t been expecting the question. Once I regained my balance, I turned to face Caitlin.

“We played at the World Cup together. Not only that but we spent over a month together to prepare for it and then play in it,” I pointed out as I tilted my head in confusion. I knew that I had tended to stick around the ones on the national team who were closer to my age, but we had all spent so much time around each other. The World Cup was one of the few times where I had worn my cochlear implants even when I didn’t want to. “You’ve seen my cochlear implants before.”

“I thought they were fancy headphones,” Caitlin defended. I shook my head as I let out a sigh. She could have just asked me what they were, and I would have told her. “So, what do they really do?”

“We can come back to that in a second,” I said. There was something else that was bothering me now from today’s game. “Were you upset with me when I got the second yellow because you thought I had gotten the first one for wearing fancy headphones?”

Caitlin only shrugged. My shoulders slumped forward because her silence said it all. My own teammates had thought I was cheating along with our referee and opponents’ coach.

“What is it that they do?”

“They’re basically my ears,” I said. This time it was Caitlin who was tilting her head in confusion. “It’s kind of how I’ve always seen them. I have my actual ears and they can hurt and, obviously, I can still get ear infections. But since my actual ears can’t process sound, I have my cochlear implants which are my hearing ears.”

“So, they’re like hearing aids?”

“They have the same purpose but work differently,” I said. A lot of people asked me about this when they first found out that I had cochlear implants so that I could hear. “Hearing aids just amplify sounds so they can be detected by damaged ears. Cochlear implants bypass the damaged parts.”

Caitlin slowly nodded as she furrowed her brow in thought. I didn’t mind answering the questions she had for me. I never had been opposed to answering questions about my disability. But if my own teammates hadn’t realized that I had cochlear implants or what they did, I wondered how many people were unaware of my situation.

“And we all just ignored you when joined the club.”

“It hurt, yeah,” I shrugged. This time it was Caitlin’s shoulders that slumped forward. “I understood though. Outside of our little Aussie group, no one on the team had ever played with me before. And it wasn’t like I’ve exactly had a lot of experience playing with any of you either.”

“But we ignored you.”

“I couldn’t really talk to anyone,” I pointed out. It might have sucked and hurt while I was being ignored, but I had understood why I was ignored. “Sure, I could talk, but I wouldn’t have been able to understand the rest of you.”

“Ross didn’t ignore you.”

“Sadie? She knows Auslan, AKA Australian Sign Language,” I said. I had gotten better offers from other clubs, but Arsenal had already told me that they had an interpreter on staff. “Sadie is literally employed as an interpreter for me now that I’ve joined Arsenal. It just so happened that she was already an assistant coach here at Arsenal and now they’re also paying her for acting as an interpreter.”

“Oh.”

I furrowed my brow. The last thing I wanted was for Caitlin or anyone else on the team to feel like I resented them for not being able to communicate with me. Maybe if I was a kid then I would feel differently about the whole situation, but I had long ago come to terms with the fact that most people wouldn’t be able to communicate with me sometimes.

I grabbed a hold of Caitlin’s wrist as I dragged her to the locker room. I was a bit surprised when we ran into Kyra who was leaving the locker room. It was obvious that she was headed home too considering she had her bag with her.

“Back in the locker room,” I said to her. Kyra’s eyebrow shot up as she looked between me and Caitlin. I looked over her shoulder though to see that the rest of the team was in the locker room. Even our injured players who were talking with the others. “Team meeting! No one leaves until I’m done talking.”

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to me as I turned back to look at Kyra. Kyra nodded before moving back into the locker room which allowed me to drag Caitlin in. Once the locker room door was shut, I let go of Caitlin’s wrist so that she could move to sit down.

“It’s been brought to my own attention that a lot of you are more than likely unaware that I’m Deaf. I was born deaf, and I do use cochlear implants to hear,” I announced. My eyes darted around the room to see how my new teammates would react. “I also know Australian Sign Language, or Auslan. So does Sadie. I wasn’t ignoring anyone or wanted to be left alone during my first month with the club, but wearing my cochlear implants while dealing with an ear infection is quite annoying for me so I chose not to wear them. And I’ll answer any questions you ever have. I really have no problem answering questions.”

The team stayed quiet as they processed everything that I had just told them. The longer the silence went on, the more nervous it made me. I couldn’t help it as I started to fidget where I was standing with most of the team’s eyes still on me.

“So Heaslip made you take off the only thing that allowed you to hear?”

My eyes darted over to where Alessia was sitting. I hesitated for a moment before nodding in confirmation.

“I wasn’t cheating,” I repeated. Just the idea of my new teammates thinking that I had cheated made me nauseous. “And all the warnings for not stopping at the whistle? I couldn’t hear. I had to take cues from everyone else. Well, from you guys.”

My eyes turned to Kim who got up to move in front of me.

“If anyone else ever tries to make you take off your cochlear implants when you don’t want to, they’re going to have to go through all of us,” Kim assured me as she put a hand on my shoulder. “And I know that I’ll be giving you my full support in appealing the cards and any other action you wish to pursue against Heaslip or Beard.”

I sent her a small smile. It was nice to have someone who was willing to back me up so quickly. Especially considering that it seemed like the whole team had been under the impression that I was ignoring them on purpose.

“You’ve got my full support as well,” Alessia said as she stood up.

I didn’t miss how my fellow Aussies shared a look before they also stood up to declare their support. And soon after they stood up, so did the rest of the team.

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face thanks to the support that the team was so willing to give me even though none of them truly knew me yet. It might have honestly been one of the first times that I ever truly felt like my entire team had my back.

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Replenishment

WC: 3k

Relationship: Mountain/Rain

Tags: POTS Rain, Puppy Play, Subspace, Passing Out, Medical Kink (If You Squint), Praise Kink, Sweat Kink, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Riding, Creampie

What helps Rain when he’s feeling a fainting spell coming, when he’s already down or when he’s coming out of it is something salty. And, oh, Mountain is plenty salty after a ritual.

Notes: Commissioned by @arkeusruin, ty for enabling my service dog Mountain thoughs. Tagging @forlorn-crows, @damagedghoulette and @skele-bunny, yk why.

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The fact that Rain is, essentially, a freak is widely known all across the Abbey.

Even the siblings are well aware that if the water ghoul is attending an open orgy, the most sinful things that can come to mind and worse are going to take place. Rain never fails to make Lucifer proud with his endeavors and he loves bringing others in to aid him in his debauchery.

The fact that Mountain is just as nasty is arguably better concealed—most likely due to the earth ghoul being rather unfavorable to sexual events held in the Abbey outside of the ghouls’ den—but whenever his packmates might need a partner to use or try out a new kink with, Mountain is their go to.

One specific shared dynamic of those two only is definitely an unusual one, but it’s far from being one of their filthiest acts. Well, it depends on who you ask.

For Rain and Mountain it’s nothing more but yet another excuse to fuck that also brings additional benefits to both of them.

It’s a truly perfect arrangement.

Rain’s health issues make him tire easily, get dizzy and sometimes fully pass out on a daily basis. Touring doesn’t make it any better, of course, but it definitely does provide certain new opportunities. What helps the water ghoul when he’s feeling a fainting spell coming, when he’s already down or when he’s coming out of it is something salty.

And, oh, Mountain is plenty salty after a ritual.

Rain tends to know what he’s going to need a certain night even before the show ends. Tonight is no different and he knows exactly what to do to make sure he’s going to get his medical assistance as soon as possible.

The breaks they have between the songs are too short for him to go to the earth ghoul, his moment is before the encore. As soon as they are out of the fans’ sights, Rain pads over to Mountain—absolutely soaked in sweat by now—and leans against his side.

“I’m not feeling so good today,” he sighs, “pup.”

That one word is more than enough to make Mountain tense and his cock to give an interested twitch. He looks down at Rain and nods just before they have to go back on stage to play the last three songs.

Just three songs, thankfully. Mountain doesn’t think he could do more than that now. Rain is powerful enough to make his mind start slipping away and cock chubbing up with a single word and that’s exactly what’s happening to the poor ghoul caged behind his kit, running over the songs purely on muscle memory.

Soon enough he’s playing out the frantic ending of Square Hammer and the show is over.

He and Rain never stand next to each other during bows, separated by two or three ghouls and Papa, and it’s a mystery if it’s for better or worse. Of course their places aren’t assigned at random and even though every other ritual a ghoul changes the order, Rain and Mountain never do. Not on their own accord, at least.

If they stood together now, the earth ghoul would either pounce, mount and fuck Rain right there on stage, or he’d hold him up with care and keep him from collapsing. Albeit, Mountain isn't the only one easily overcome with animalistic need. The water ghoul, had he only more energy left in him after exerting himself on stage for two hours, would jump the taller ghoul and sink his teeth into his flesh just as eagerly.

What does actually happen, though, is Rain falling into Mountain’s arms the second they’re off-stage and promptly passing out. It’s no surprise to anyone and no ghoul or roadie gets bothered or worried. The earth ghoul whines quietly as he scoops up his packmate’s limp form—always despising any kind of hurt befalling his fellow ghouls—but he knows what to do. His cock stirs in anticipation already.

Mountain carries Rain to one of the dressing rooms assigned to them—with how the Ghost project has grown over the last few years they finally don't all have to cram in a single nasty one—and lays him down on an empty couch with all the care in the world. The water ghoul always looks so fragile in his arms like that.

At this point Rain isn’t just unconscious as a result of a medical episode. Mountain knows by now that he slips from that to a just as deep sleep. A short power nap, as Swiss tends to call it.

The earth ghoul takes care of his resting packmate; undressing him, wiping down the sweat from his body and covering his bottom half in a cooling blanket. He doesn’t do any of that to himself before settling himself right over Rain, pressing him into the couch. He doesn’t wake—not yet—and so Mountain does what he usually does in such circumstances: nuzzles his wet face into Rain’s neck and waits.

He tunes in to listen to his heartbeat and his breathing to know when it is time to move. The short rest that Mountain himself gets like this is enough for his mind to slip further away, leaving not much more than a mindset of an equally horny as he is cuddly puppy that is eager to help his packmate regain his strength. After all, he’s going to need it for what always comes after.

The earth ghoul lifts his head and nudges Rain’s cheek with the tip of his nose. Upon receiving no reaction whatsoever, Mountain grumbles and lolls out his now-unglamored tongue.

He starts at Rain’s nose, licking the remnants of the bitter face paint off of it. He moves on to his chin, the corner of his mouth, his cheekbones, and soon enough the earth ghoul is licking all over his face.

It succeeds in making Rain wake up.

“Oh, Lucifer,” he giggles goofily, realizing his face is covered in spit. “Hi, pup.”

Mountain trills and the water ghoul can see his tail wagging behind him. Adorable.

“Good boy, taking care of me so well,” Rain praises as he reaches up to run his fingers through the other’s sweaty hair and scratch at the base of his horn. The earth ghoul can’t help but wiggle on top of him at the pleasurable sensation and his movement jabs something into Rain’s thigh.

Right.

“Oh, you’re so hard already, pup.”

Mountain whines and his eyes droop as if in shame; as if he forgot about his predicament. Truth be told, he just might have.

“That’s okay,” Rain chuckles, solidifying his words with an affectionate pat on his ass. “You took such good care of me, you deserve a reward. And I still have to take something from you, remember?”

The earth ghoul buries his face in his packmate’s chest to hide his blush.

“‘Course you do. Alright, come on, pup, get up. Let’s get that dick wet.”

Well, it’s not like Mountain can—or wants, for that matter—to say no, can he? He scrambles to crouch between Rain’s legs instead of sitting on them and lets the water ghoul sit up against the back of the couch, too. Rain needs a moment for his vision to clear—his body not a fan of a vertical position—and when it does he sees Mountain’s excited face right in front of his own. His head is cocked to the side, the curious puppy that he is.

“Take your pants off and sit here on the blanket,” the water ghoul says. “Good job keeping your shirt on, pup.”

A pleasant shiver goes down Mountain’s spine at the praise. He obliges and gets rid of his pants; socks long forgotten already. His cock springs out fully hard, red and sticky at the tip. Rain can’t help but tut at him when it hits his stomach and smears pre on his shirt. A thing to worry about later.

The water ghoul pulls off his boxers before crawling over to straddle Mountain’s lap, trapping both of their cocks between their bodies. The glistening sheen of sweat on the earth ghoul’s neck makes Rain’s mouth water and he goes to unbutton and open his shirt. He can’t wait to get a taste, too.

“Can you grab both of us, pup?” he asks. Mountain chuffs and nods as he goes to wrap one of his big hands around both their dicks. Rain’s not fully hard just yet, but it will change soon enough. “Good boy, yeah, make me hard, too.”

The earth ghoul obliges; he picks up a slow pace of up and down strokes, mixing and smearing their pre down their shafts with each one. Rain smirks—pleased—and reaches behind himself and under his tail to rub his hole. It’s already plenty slick and he sinks one long finger in right away, sighing at the subtle, but pleasurable nonetheless, stretch and prospect of fullness.

He leans forward to get a better angle, resting his forehead on Mountain’s shoulder. The water ghoul adds a second finger as he stares down at his cock being squeezed next to Mountain’s in his fist. “Good pup.”

The earth ghoul mewls and squeezes them together, pulling a breathy little moan out of Rain, too. He stretches himself fast, adding a third finger already; he’s nothing if not a size queen loving a good stretch with just the perfect hint of pain.

He tenses the tired muscles of his back and arches it further, pushing his chest against Mountain’s; his sweat making them truly glue themselves together and the hair on the earth ghoul’s chest is perfectly rough against Rain’s nipples. He hums in approval and thrusts his fingers in and out of his slick hole, getting slicker with every second that passes. He crooks them inside just enough to tease himself with a featherlight touches right over his prostate.

The angle isn’t especially favorable, though, and the water ghoul’s arm and back start to hurt even more than they already did after the show; both threatening to cramp.

Rain takes a deep breath, willing his muscles to relax, and it finally makes him realize there’s a perfect little puddle of sweat right by his face; in the hollow above Mountain’s collarbone. The water ghoul figures he has denied himself his treat long enough.

He opens his mouth and dips the tip of his tongue into the puddle, groaning as salt and the taste of Mountain explode on his taste buds. His cock kicks in the other’s grip and once Rain got that first taste there’s no pausing or going back.

The water ghoul pulls his fingers out of himself and moves his hands to dig his claws into Mountain’s arms before he rises up on his knees. Rain’s cock springs out of Mountain’s slick hand, but he keeps a firm enough hold on his own for the other to smoothly sink down onto it. “Hold it still for me, pup.”

He moans wantonly when the fat head of Mountain’s cock breaches his hole and he goes down slowly, inch by inch, breathing heavily through the stretch—a feeling balancing on the very thin line between pleasure and pain. He can feel Mountain’s thighs shake with his struggle not to buck up into him. Not yet, at least.

“Good boy, so–so patient,” Rain pants into his neck and finally the earth ghoul’s dick is fully buried inside him; his fat balls snug against the base of Rain’s tail. He feels so full he can’t breathe, as if Mountain is taking the space his lungs need to expand to take a breath. Were he ever presented with a choice, Rain knows what he would choose.

The water ghoul gives them both a moment, rolling his hips ever so slightly—just enough for his ass to adjust. Mountain whines pathetically, pawing clumsily at his packmate’s back. At least his claws are still glamored; while Rain is not opposed in the slightest to having his back shredded during a good time, now is not the time.

He inhales the rich smell of the earth itself and he could sob as his senses are overflown by nothing but the essence of Mountain’s being and all the affection he holds for him. Rain tightens his hold on the other and finally lets his need fully take him. 

He lifts his hips, reveling in the slick drag of the earth ghoul’s cock inside of him, and presses the flat of his tongue against his neck to catch a perfect droplet of sweat rolling down his flushed skin as he slams his ass back down. Mountain chokes on spit and gurgles at the ungodly feeling of the tight and wet water ghoul hole engulfing his dick.

Rain is too exhausted to ride him properly; he eases up after a few bounces, but the eager earth ghoul that’s still so full of energy was just waiting for an opportunity to thrust up into the packmate sitting on his cock and looking pretty.

Mountain holds Rain close to his chest as he fucks him like a glorified fleshlight. The water ghoul doesn’t care—doesn’t mind. All he needs and wants is right there and he can lick away at all the sweat covering his packmate’s body to his heart’s content.

And that is exactly what he’s planning on doing.

Rain cleans his neck up to his sharp jawline, nipping at it with a fang just to hear the earth ghoul whimper. He stretches his neck and dips under his ear, licks along the shell of it, sucks the lobe into his mouth. He licks across his chest, moaning at the rough texture of hair under his tongue. He shoves his nose under his armpit and licks it all around until all he can taste is his own saliva again. Until Mountain is clean.

Sinful noises keep spilling from the earth ghoul’s hung-open mouth one by one, flowing straight into Rain’s ears. He straightens up—as much as he can while still being pounded into—and puts his hands on Mountain’s cheeks, holding his face like the most precious gem.

It is.

Mountain opens and closes his mouth repeatedly, as if trying to choke something out, but only growls, moans and whines come out.

“Shhh, don’t force it, pup,” Rain whispers to soothe him, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone. He knows the earth ghoul doesn’t always like the way his words escape him when he’s in such a headspace, with nothing but need coursing through him.

“K–k–kiss,” he finally manages after a little while and just about squeezes Rain’s heart with that single word.

“Of course, Mounty,” he mutters with a gentle smile before leaning in and pressing his lips against Mountain’s. It’s chaste, but just for a second; their shared desperation quickly overpowering the softness. There’s going to be time for that later—the earth ghoul is not going to let Rain move away for even a second through the night.

The way to their respective climaxes is not slow, but it’s steady; a slow buildup of sensations causing pleasure and getting them closer and closer to a tipping point. They’re both in a rush and have all the time in the world. There’s a curfew and they must be dangerously nearing it by now, but they don’t care. Nothing matters as long as Rain’s safe in Mountain’s arms with the other buried deep inside him.

It’s their way.

But this is something that must, inevitably, come to an end. A pleasurable one, at least. Rain can hear Mountain’s whines getting louder and rising in pitch, he can feel his balls draw up where they lay heavy between his legs. He’s not doing much better himself—breathless, dizzy and leaking.

“C’mon, pup,” Rain pants in encouragement, “c’mon, fill me up. I know you want to.”

It’s all the earth ghoul needs. He cries out a high moan and tenses up as he comes, following Rain’s order.

The other can’t do the same just yet, though. No, he needs more.

He always needs more.

As Mountain pumps copious amounts of cum into him, the water ghoul takes the sopping wet collar of the shirt that’s still hanging off of him into his mouth and sucks, draining the sweat out of it and gulping it down like the finest wine.

That’s what makes his orgasm crush into him like a freight train.

It’s the possibility of indulging in yet another way of drinking from the source that is his beloved packmate’s body. Something he’s endlessly hungry for and yet is not worried about ever starving.

He knows that Mountain loves him and needs him as fiercely. He’s showing it by giving up control and letting Rain do whatever he wants him to do and take whatever he wants from him. By giving all of himself up for him.

The water ghoul sags once he’s painted the other’s stomach pearly white, going boneless in his arms. He holds him tightly; both protective and possessive and Rain knows it’s safe to close his eyes for a moment.

He floats for a while, but returns to his mostly-conscious state by the time Mountain’s cock softens and he eases his grip on the smaller ghoul. Rain’s cheek is smushed into the earth ghoul’s shoulder, his eyes are closed and his breath is even. Mountain chirps questioningly and delivers an adorably tiny little lick to Rain’s nose.

“‘M awake, pup,” the water ghoul sighs and squeezes his arm for good measure, “but I don’t think I can do any more walking today. Can you carry me back to the bus or should I call Swiss?”

Mountain rumbles low in his chest at the mention of another ghoul and tightens his arms around Rain. Right, he belongs solely to his pup tonight.

“Alright, alright,” the water ghoul chuckles, “just a few more minutes.”

The earth ghoul trills and leans down to rub his cheek against Rain’s and lick him affectionately here and there. He can’t help but smile at how adorable he is. “Good boy, Mounty. You’re such a good boy for me, pup.”

Mountain’s tail wags so hard it rattles the whole couch.

[chaoticbug]

Part of my job for the last 9 months was analyzing far right content to understand how they push conspiracy theories and motivate their voters and I have one major takeaway.

By eroding the trust in news media and journalists, Trump created what was essentially an alternate reality of people where extremists created their own "news media" filled with right wing ideology as the "only trusted news source"

If you thought Fox News was bad, you have never had to bear witness the awfulness of Real America's Voice or One America News. These are places where I swear to god a daily part of their news show is to sell you "medical emergency kits" with ivermectin in it because "you never know when the next medical emergency will happen" implying that the government will intentionally try and poison it's citizens if they have proper health insurance. They say the FBI is lying to you about crime statistics, they tell you every crime is being committed by illegal immigrants. They lie about the economy and tell you to invest in gold if you want have any money in the future. They say constantly that Trump's trials were a conspiracy against rights against him to be used as way to start to round up anyone who supports him.

The amount of times that Steve Bannon and Peter Navarro would claim that they "went to prison so you didn't have to" was immeasurable. These people committed crimes and were held accountable and twisted it to say they were victims "protecting the American people"

There are thousands of unhinged right wing podcasts that stream for hours every day on a site called Rumble which I guarantee most of you have never heard of. These shows get hundreds of thousands of views daily. And they legitimize themselves by having sitting congressmen and senators on their shows frequently along with "experts" from right wing policy groups you have never even heard of. Then, they legitimize each other by showing up on each others podcasts.

All this to say is that there are hundreds of thousands of people who only get their news and any information here. These are people who will praise Trump's "they're eating the dogs line" because it was memorable and therefore it means he won the debate. This alternative media market has insulated these people from ever seeing the truth. It is impossible to convince someone of something if they are in the most tightly held echo chamber where all they hear are lies and they are being told anything other than this specific "alternative media" is lying to you.

Simply put, there is no left wing alternative to this. These people live in an alternate reality where the truth has been drowned out. We need to create that left wing alternative to bring truth back

[thedegu]

Tag yourself, what you bring when you go out:

Bard: Alongside the necessities, you always bring either a musical instrument and/or a full makeup set. You never know when a party might start! Your bag is either $2 or $200. You make it work either way. Essentials? eh, if they're in there, they're in there.

Barbarian: phone wallet keys. Pants have pockets for a reason. If you're feeling spicy, you'll have a multi tool on your Keychain

Cleric: At LEAST one first aid kit, two lip balms snacks and drinks, bug spray and sunscreen for you freinds who forgot to put it on. Your purse weighs as much as a neutron star, but at least it's cute!

Druid: same as cleric, but you, instead of a purse, use one of those huge reusable grocery bags. More emphasis on snacks than the first aid kit (someone else will probably have that coveted, right?) But you might also have some loose dog treats in the bottom of your bag, so pay attention when snacking.

Fighter: You carry a backpack or over-the-shoulder duffel, but your phone wallet and other essentials are kept in your pockets because it's easier to access. What do you keep in your bag? Well, at least one knife and assorted tools and emergency supplies. You keep on forgetting to put in that first aid kit, but then you'd probably need to take out that 75 piece screwdriver kit, which, tbh is more useful in more situations.

Rainger: Look, you HAVE a bag, or... had one... you just leave it at home more often than you remember it. Look, you don't really need your phone when you're on a hike, right? And the trail mix in your pocket should be enough, too. Or you have a fanny pack that is more akin to a benign tumor. There is no in between.

Rogue: Just.... so many pockets. Like, sewing extra pockets into the inside of your jacket. Like "How did you fit that sub sandwich inside of there" pockets. Like you somehow have all of the tools you need for any reason on your person at any time without a bag amount of pocket. When you're fully suited up, your clothes work as a weighted blanket. It's honestly impressive and slightly terrifying.

Paladin: Like.... a bag?? Over the shoulder with RFID protection. Nothing too fancy either, phone, wallet, keys. Snacks and a small tube of sunscreen and maybe a hand warmer in the winter. Just get the job done, if you need something more you'll take it when you need it.

Wizard: You got the backpack on sale. That's what matters to you. Never mind how it makes your back hurt or that it's falling to pieces. It holds your books and laptop and.... ah, hm, everything else you need. Oh! It does have a cool wallet compartment... just let me... oh, it's so hard to get to give me one second... really, I do have the cash for this coffee. I swear one... oh, there goes my thesaurus.

Warlock: bags are meant as a fashion statement over their utility. Yeah, I can only fit my phone or my wallet in it, but I look good doing it, so what does it matter. Black is always in season, and so are chunky boots and spiked collars. Well it's not like you'll be going out without your freinds, you might as well have them hold your things, they honestly shouldn't trust you with your own credit cards anyway so it's a win-win

Sorcerer: You have one of those electronic bags that fallows you, and you've never looked back. Yes, it might be risky. Yes, taking a full luggage bag everywhere is a bit excessive. But if it does get stolen, the glitter bomb inside will make everything worth it. Hm? Where do you keep essentials? Oh, front pants pocket and brest pocket nbd.

[kangals]

ok so here's what we found out from kepler's embark results! buckle up, it's a novel:

to start, i did what i've done for the past 2 embark tests i've sent in, in that when activating the kit i said that my dog was a mixed breed of unknown type, and i opted to not upload a photo beforehand. and like the last 2 times, embark correctly deduced that kep was a purebred collie. so while there's some dna tests out there that definitely suck, i can at least confirm that in my own blind trial, embark got it right 3/3 times. they're great. anyway:

also keeping very in line with being a purebred collie, kep's COI came back at 42% - very high for a typical dog, but dead-on average for a collie. he shares 60% DNA with stellina (despite being on paper second cousins, which should be around 1-2% shared. woe to the collie genepool). he's got a bunch of the same relatives that show up for stellina, which is, again, not surprising. dogs from windcrest, overland, and thistlebrae pop up a lot - if you're familiar with US collie lines, you probably know them.

color traits! kep is confirmed as white-factored, which i was almost certain of based on the pattern of his white markings - you can find more info on it here (referred to as "flashy irish" white) but essentially collies that are white-factored carry the gene for "extreme white" or color-headed white. white is an "incomplete dominant" gene, meaning that one copy affects the dog a little, and two copies affects the dog a lot (remember this term!) two copies of the gene makes the dog almost entirely white (an accepted color in the US, but not the UK/europe i believe), whereas one copy of the gene makes the regular "irish white" markings (the classic white neck ruff and white socks) extend a little further than usual - you'll notice that on kep, his white extends over his shoulders and up to his knees. whereas on stellina (who does not carry the white gene), her white is restricted to her neck, front stockings, and back paws. one of kep's brothers is white, so we knew he likely carried the gene too.

he is confirmed as not a secret merle, though he technically could have been a cryptic/phantom merle - didn't think so, but worth a check.

so all of this is very expected - the health testing is where things get interesting!

embark tests for 265 different genetic health conditions, 4 of which are considered "breed-relevant" for collies: collie eye anomaly (CEA), mdr1 drug sensitivity, degenerative myleopathy (DM), and some immune thing with a long name.

immune thing - clear

DM - clear (not particularly common in collies, but it does show up sometimes and it is a nasty disease)

MDR1 - double copies! this is a recessive gene and kep is mutant/mutant, aka he carries both copies which makes him clinically affected. this is common in collies, as about 60-70% of collies have at least one copy. the good news is this just means we have to avoid/take smaller doses of certain medications and he otherwise shouldn't be impacted by it at all. also his breeder already tested him for this so i already was aware.

CEA - single copy! this is also a recessive gene, which means that kep is not affected/normal-eyed, which is actually pretty uncommon! it's estimated that between 70-85% of collies are affected by CEA (yes, the gene literally called collie eye is common in collies. wow.). i also was already aware of this since he was already tested (worth mentioning that if you buy a collie puppy in the US, a screening by an ophthalmologist to check for CEA is required by the breed club).

and then the plot twist:

embark tells me "oh hey, btw, there's two other genes you should know about"

"your dog has one copy of the gene for accumulating copper toxicosis"

fucking what

so yeah, after a lot of reading into this: there's a gene called ATP7B that's almost exclusively found in labradors, goldens, and dobermans which affects a dog's ability to filter out copper. excessive amounts of copper start to build up in the liver, and if it gets to be too much it can cause liver disease, failure, and neurological problems. remember when we talked about white and white-factored dogs, several thousands words ago? ATP7B is also an incomplete dominant gene - one copy affects the dog a little, two copies affects a lot. kep has one copy, which in theory means he is at no risk, mild risk, or moderate risk of developing copper storage disease in his life. not devastating, but not ideal.

the plot thickens!

kep also tested positive for the gene called ATP7A, which as far as i can tell is like the exact opposite of ATP7B (i know, the names suck). see, ATP7B causes copper to accumulate. but ATP7A has been shown to cause a copper deficiency. it's also incompletely dominant, so one copy impacts a little, and two copies (should) impact a lot - and kep has both copies of ATP7A.

so: kep has one of the "too much copper" genes... but he has also two of the "too few copper" genes. and studies seem to suggest that the two genes have a neutralizing effect on each other if they're both present in one dog - basically, they cancel each other out.

there's a handful of studies looking at the effects of these genes on dogs, but they basically exclusively focus on labradors and dobermans - one UC davis study even suggested that these genes might not even have an effect on other breeds. i could find absolutely no literature about these genes in collies, or even in herding breeds in general. embark helpfully added that they don't have enough data on this gene in other breeds to claim if they had any effect. the genes also appear to be sex-linked, and affect females moreso than males. one study on labradors suggested that although many dogs tested were carriers of ATP7B, few dogs were clinically affected, which would say that perhaps its not uncommon for dogs with only one copy to not be impacted.

(i'm also wondering if perhaps this could be the case for kep - given that he has 2 copies of ATP7A, he had to inherit one from each parent. given that these genes aren't regularly tested for in collies, is it possible that some lines carry them and are just clinically unaffected? it may be entirely incidental.)

so essentially, he does have one gene that may be nothing, or may cause mild-moderate issues as an older adult/senior. he also has two copies of that gene's natural neutralizer, and is male, and comes from clinically unaffected dogs. so... i think in retrospect, it's something to note on his chart and keep an eye on, but the odds seem to be very stacked in the favor of him either not being affected, or having only mild affects later down the line. could be a nothingburger, might be a little-somethingburger, unlikely to be a seriousburger.

that being said: i am VERY glad i decided to do this test! obviously i knew what breed he was, and his breeder had already tested him for the most collie-relevant conditions, so this was done on more of a whim, but it turned up this potentially important result that i now know to investigate. you'll hear a lot about how breeders who just do embark, or pawprints, or etc aren't doing complete genetic testing, because so many of the diseases these tests screen for aren't breed-relevant and lots of other conditions aren't testable. which is true. 265 genes and only 4 are considered for collies! but once in a blue moon, one of those random other genes will indeed flag, as is the case here.

so yeah: very interesting results! breed, COI, relatives, color, and most of the health is exactly as expected. but boy that one little health bit really threw me for a loop.

[honeycombsims]

Coastal Abode (furnished)

I don't know what took longer, furnishing this house or making the cc list for it

4 Beds, 3 Baths

30 x 20 lot

§173,000

download (patreon, completely free)

more screenshots and CC list below

CC List

Harrie

The Coastal Collection - Part One

The Coastal Collection - Part Two

The Coastal Collection - Part Three

The Coastal Collection - Part 4

The Coastal Collection - Part Five

Coastal Collection - Part Six

The Coastal Collection - Part 7

The Coastal Collection - Part Eight

Porto

Lilac Creative

Kitchen Decor

"That Sim" Essentials Part I

myshunosun

Bake It Up

Herbalist Kitchen

DAWN LIVING

LOTTIE BEDROOM

MIDSUMMER EVE

Sona Dining

Simmify Music Nook Part 2

Lullaby Nursery

Tranquil Bedroom

Pierisim

WOODLAND Ranch

Domaine du Clos - part 3

Auntie Vera's Bathroom

David's Apartment - part 2

Winter Garden

Teeny Weeny

CALDERONE bedroom

MCM House part 3

OAK HOUSE part.6

OAK HOUSE part.1

OAK HOUSE part.4

OAK HOUSE part5

THE OFFICE

TIDYING UP

WINTER GARDEN

Tuds

Tiles!

SHKR Kitchen

IND Restaurant

Beam Kitchen

CRIB

Felixandre

FAIRYLICIOUS :)

CHATEAU Part 5 :)

CHATEAU Part 7 :)

CHATEAU Part 4 :)

BERLIN Set Part 3:)

precious promises

LONDON Set Full:)

SHOP THE LOOK Season1 :)

FLORENCE Part 1

Awingedllama

Nostalgia Living CC Stuff Pack

• boho living stuff pack •

conversions for infants

apartment therapy inspired stuff pack V2

KKB

[KKB'sMM]My Cherish Things

[KKB'sMM]Citrus Room

[KKB'sMM]My Heimish Hall

Max20

Bathroom Pack

Classic Kitchen kit

Child dream kit

Cozy Backyard Pack

The Clutter Cat

Ｓｕｎｎｙ Ｓｕｎｄａｅ part I 🍦♥ ♥

ＢＡＢＹ ＢＯＯ

𝐵𝓊𝓈𝓎𝐵𝑒𝑒

Cowbuild

Soft & Serene Nursery

Blooming Garden Cafe

Charly Pancakes

the lighthouse collection

smol

chalk pt.III

diaper days

Miscellanea

Modish

Munch

soak

House of Harlix

TINY TWAVELLERS

ORJÁNIC - Part 2

BAYSIC

LIVIN’ RUM

Peacemaker

Creta Indoor & Outdoor Kitchen

Cats & Dogs Build Mode Expanded

Elsie Bedroom Basics

Hinterlands Bedroom

Kitayama Living

Plush Pixels

Summer in the Hamptons

Urban outdoor

Rooaarr...

Sixam CC

Tiny Playrooms - Kitchen and Music (CC Pack for The Sims 4)

Boho Baby

ScentsibleSim Scented Candle (fixed)

Art Studio My Rustic Lodge

My Cup of CC

Teenage Dream

Tiny Dreamers

Misc

sad beige baby playmat by blarffy

FOLKLORE SET by Lili's Palace

The Sims 4 Rise&Grind Coffee House by Littledica

Aubrey Office by leaf-motif

Art Attack Posters by Pluto Sims

RUTLAND Kitchen CC Pack! By S-imagination

Cottage bedroom by Syboulette

Petal Pals Flower Vase by Who is Sage

[leporellian]

as a result of generations of selective breeding, stuffed animals cannot reliably engage in close combat. while this makes them safe companions for children, it also means they have no natural defenses against their natural predators (dogs, lawnmowers, monsters under the bed) and against one another. stuffed animal combat initially began as a method of self-defense against these foes, and has since evolved into an elaborate culture rooted in chivalric practice, as well as a certain sense of territorialism and prey-animal neurosis.

most stuffed animal disputes are solved simply by throwing the other party a good distance. this can especially be seen in areas stuffed animals get territorial about (the bed, shelves). since stuffed animals largely do not take fall damage, these are intended to serve as a show of strength and a warning rather than to cause harm (although some particularly pointed stuffed animals may throw opponents behind in places where they may be forgotten by their owner in order to communicate a clear warning).

the seam ripper is the most essential item in stuffed animal-to-animal combat. quick and deft, a simply upward thrust of the weapon in the right place will open a seam and possibly cause stuffing/beans/other organs to spill out. these wounds are easily healed with an emergency sewing kit, but they are just enough to temporarily disable the attacker.

the metal spoon, while not usually an offensive weapon, is a regular choice of stuffed animal defense. its relatively long range for a defensive item combined with steadiness makes it a useful tool, and it can be used for a myriad of purposes. as a last resort the metal spoon can be used to shatter a safety eye by being slammed down onto the opponent.

scissors are a tremendous weapon with great power, and they pose a greater threat because they can create new cuts in a stuffed animal's fabric rather than ripping open pre-existing ones, but they are also often highly impractical to use due to their awkward shape and minimal results. it can happen that a stuffed animal snaps another in two entirely with scissors, but it is a rare event. skilled scissor wielders usually prefer smaller sewing scissors because of their ability to puncture fabric as well as cut.

the thread clipper is sort of a best of both worlds version of the seam ripper and the scissors. easier to wield, it is able to provide the cutting damage of scissors and the relative ease of a seam ripper. it still requires some serious force to use, but it is generally seen as more elegant- if less impressive when used correctly- than the scissors, and more of a threat than the seam ripper.

the matchstick is the ultimate last resort. only few stuffed animals have ever lived to see its effects, but all of them regard it as a terrible, terrible thing to know, and something that will never leave the back of their mind.

[erasabledinosaur]

What's in my Game: cc edition

dew of the sea

nature set | Tulips from Amsterdam

EA-edit Set | paranormal art items

Special | Love Not War Valentine Set

EA-edit Set | Bonehilda Themed Items

Art Set | Old Family Pictures

Winter Gifts | a tub full of plants

Winter Gifts | thank you cards

Winter Gifts | winter wishes cards

Winter Gifts | wall ribbons for cards

[DEW at home] accordion wall rack + clothes

[Magic Month] | gothic witch paintings

EA-edit Set | more hallway stuff

bioniczombie

4t3: Strangerville Random posters

4t3: Bread n’ Butter Toaster Clock, and Radio (High School Years EP).

4t3: More Stains (Basement Treasures Kit)

4t3: Collection of Floor Destruction 1: Scratches (Werewolves GP)

4t3: Collection of Wall Destruction (Werewolves GP)

4t3: Collection of Floor Destruction 2: Cracks (Werewolf GP)

Bonehilda Coffin Default.

4t3: Werewolf Noir Film Poster (Werewolves GP)

4t3: Fury-Fueled Nonconformity Poster (Werewolves GP)

4t3: LIS2 Grocery Bags.

4t3: TC Deco 01.

4t3: sforzinda’s High School Years Clutter Separated.

4t3: Perfectly  Plush Couch (High School Years EP).

4t3: Cow Plant Duo

4t3: Simmify Instant Camera (Deco)

4t3: Saved by the Chair (High School Years EP)

4t3: Laundry Deco (High School Years EP)

4t3: BG Decor (Base Game)

4t3: GP07 Barback Clutter (Strangerville GP)

4t3: Heavy Metal Decor (Strangerville GP)

4t3: School Festival Objects (High School Years EP)

4t3: Good Old Times Tables (High School Years EP)

2t3: Bathroom Rugs (Sims 2 conversion)

4t3: RE3 Clutter (Deco)

4t3: House Clutter (Parenthood GP, & Eco Lifestyle EP)

4t3: The Front Desk Clutter (Get Together EP)

4t3: High Definition Blowdryer (Deco)

4t3: Bathroom Clutter Kit Rugs (Bathroom Clutter Kit)

4t3: Bric-A-Bac Wall Art (Strangerville Separated).

4t3: Laundry Maid Essentials (Laundry Day SP)

4t3: Bathroom Clutter (Bathroom Clutter Kit)

4t3: When Life Gives You Linens Clutter (Laundry Day Separated).

4t3: Get Together Decor

4t3: Random 02 (Cottage Living EP)

4t3: Random Rugs

4t3: Kid’s Decor (Growing Together EP)

4t3: Random Decor (Growing Together EP)

4t3: Infant Update (Decor)

4t3: Bathroom Clutter 02 (Bathroom Clutter Kit)

4t3: Basement Treasures Decor (Basement Treasures Kit)

4t3: Grandma’s Couch (Basement Treasures Kit)

4t3: Basement Treasures Decor #02 (Basement Treasures Kit)

4t3: Book Nook Decor (Book Nook Kit)

4t3: Kids Decor 02 (Growing Together EP)

4t3: Greenhouse Haven Decor (Greenhouse Haven Kit)

4t3: Pile of the Sims Daily (Cats & Dogs EP)

4t3: Living Set (Book Nook Kit)

4t3: SquareTube TV (Basement Treasures Kit)

4t3: Shortwave Shindig Radio (Horse Ranch EP)

4t3: More Book Nook (Book Nook Kit)

4t3: Discover University Decor (Discover University EP)

4t3: Paint Decor (City Living EP)

4t3: Art Attack

4t3: Sick Tunes

4t3: Pretty in Punk

4t3: TVs

4t3: Nonna's Cookbook (Home Chef Hustle SP)

4t3: Everyday Clutter Decor (Everyday Clutter Kit)

4t3: Bread Box of Holding (Parenthood GP)

4t3: Pillow for Deep Thoughts (Spa Day GP)

4t3: Party Poppers (Toddler SP)

4t3: Tastefully Empty Bookshelf Decor

4t3: Non-Functional Water Heater (For Rent EP)

4t3: Tibert Decor (For Rent EP)

4t3: The For Rent Sign (For Rent EP)

[kathyorihara]

D & P's owned sims packs/Kits

Dan and Phil own many packs/kits for the sims 4 and it irks me that they still failed to make better outfits. If you don't play the sims a pack essentially adds another world (it's like another state or country in universe) as well as more gameplay interactions. A kit is essentially like adding more items to your wardrobe or builds. Also, if I miss some or got one wrong, I'm sorry I'm doing this based on memory.

Dan and Phill own:

Goth Galore kit = $4.99

Grunge revival kit = $4.99

sim intimates' collection kit = $4.99 (this where they got Tabitha's sleepwear from)

High school years pack = $39.99 regular price/ $19.99 sale price

Wedding stories pack = $39.99 regular price/$13.99 current sale price.

modern men's wear kit = $4.99 (dabs black sweater)

Carnival street wear kit = $4.99

Moonlit chic kit = $4.99

Spooky stuff kit = $9.99 (stuff packs are just like kits)

Cats and Dogs pack = $ 39.99 regular price/ current sale $15.99

City living pack = $ 39.99 regular price/ current sale $15.99

Get Famous pack = $39.99 regular price/ current sale price $15.99

Snowy Escape pack= $39.99 regular price/ current sale $15.99

Seasons Pack = $39.99 regular price/current sale $15.99

Get to Work Pack = $39.99 regular price/ $15.99 current sale

Spa Day pack = $19.99 regular price/ current sale $13.99

Outdoor Retreat pack = $19.99 regular price/ 13.99 current sale

Dine out pack = $19.99 regular price/ $13.99 current sale

Jungle adventure pack= $19.99 regular price/ $13.99 current sale

Again, sorry if I did miss some but I'm like 98% sure I didn't. They spent a total of $39.93 on kits and a total of $79.96 on stuff packs and a total of $239.94 on game expansion packs. Adding to a total of $359.83 on sims 4 and yet they chose the most horrendous outfits.

[lexr86]

White Hot Shame

You’re being funny as you walk me to my Tube stop, visibly delighted when I laugh aloud because the shaggy dog story you’re telling is genuinely entertaining and because your affected posh-twat Harrow accent is truly appalling. Not as bad as your Weegie one though. The strapping Scottish burr does not mix well with your native Indiana accent. You can’t hit all the R’s and those you do hit still struggle in the back of your throat. I don’t care though, because you’re funny and I’m enjoying your company and have finally come to a realisation and a decision.

The realisation has been slow to announce itself. Like all my attractions, it crept up on silent feet, not making itself properly known until it was firmly established. It didn’t exist at all that first time I met you, even though you were funny then too. Even after that first D&D session, I wouldn’t have been able to pick you out of the crowd as anyone other than the cheerful joker whose name I didn’t quite catch. Kit, the perpetual arts student who had taken me out the previous week for a coffee that I was only belatedly coming to understand was some kind of an interview on behalf of the group, was beaming at me too brightly. And Greg the Dungeon Master was glaring at me too harshly. Between them I barely had the bandwidth to acknowledge all of you others. Kit embraced me in a purple furry-coated hug almost as soon as I walked through the door of the small community centre and ran through a clearly rehearsed introduction that went in one bemused ear and out the other. And Greg, it turned out, was not as glaringly grumpy towards newcomers as he first appeared. It was just the way his face fell apparently and he warmed quickly once he realised I was a much needed Ranger (level 11). That first time, you shook my hand, your palm warm and your rings pressing comfortably into the skin of mine, and you cracked a joke that I laughed at and immediately forgot as I was moved onto the next person by the purple whirlwind next to me.

It took two more weeks for us to realise that, as everyone scattered to the four corners of this little patch of North London in search of their usual ways home after our campaign session, we two were essentially heading in the same direction albeit via slightly different routes. You stumbled across me just outside the entrance to my stop while I was rooting through my bag in search of my errant Oyster card and casually mentioned that your bus stop was around the corner. And the next week and all the weeks after that, you walked my route with me so that we could joke and laugh until it was time to go our separate ways. I thought perhaps you had designs, would ask me out or make a move, and I would be forced to admit that I didn’t know you well enough to know if I wanted anything other than friendship. But instead, you let me come to this realisation on my own, let the months pass so that we could hit that perfect saddle point for me between not knowing you well enough to be attracted to you and knowing you so well that I’d accidentally friend-zoned myself. Or at least that point where I can hope that I haven’t friend-zoned myself.

And now we’re here and you’ve eventually gotten to the end of your story just as the entrance to my Tube stop comes into view. I breath deep and then let it out, along with the worry that I’m going to completely embarrass myself.

“Eddie…?”

“Mmmmm…?” Your attention is distracted by a loud but seemingly friendly disagreement in the nearby kebab shop. Your unruly curls, which were cut a bit too short to be pulled properly into a ponytail when I first met you, are now long enough to bob against your shoulders when you nod your acknowledgement of my question. I stare back towards the light of the Tube stop, glad that I don’t have to make eye contact for this.

“Would you like to go out for a drink sometime?” There is a silent pause and, fool that I am, I try to fill it. To elaborate. To explain. You know, just in case you don’t know what’s going on here. “You know, like on a date…? With me?”

Yes, I’m an idiot.

The silence does not end.

I turn my head, silently cursing what I know will come next. The slight frown of discomfort. The warm brown pools of your eyes shot through with pity. The No’s that are phrased as not-quite-No’s. “I really like you but not, you know, that way… I think it’s better for both of us if we stay friends… You’re like a sister to me…” I’ve heard a quite the selection of them over the years. For the record, I’ve heard other responses too. A couple of exclamations of surprise that have morphed not-so-slowly into Yes’s. One delighted “You betcha!” that never got beyond the third date but was a wonderful affirmation regardless. My slowness to attraction, both sexual and romantic, is not the worst of impediments. Until now, it seems.

Your response is none of the expected soft let-downs. Your shoulders are tense, your usually relaxed and expressive hands balled into fists under the dangling sleeves of your dark-dyed denim jacket. You look, quite frankly, horrified. Like I have done something to purposefully hurt you. Like I have betrayed you.

This is a response I have never anticipated, not from you nor any of my other slow-burn crushes. It hurts. I feel my own muscles tighten, my heart rate tick up, fight or flight or fawn… My mouth opens to retract it, to pull it back into myself, and I’m already making plans for finding a new D&D group because this is not going to be okay between us, not with this response, and they were your group first so I should be the one to leave.

But before I the words can get past my lips, before my stuttering brain can even lay out what I might say that could make this better, you spit out a terse “No,” and your long legs, that are usually so good at slowing down to let my shorter ones keep up, stretch out to their fullest. In less time than I have to understand what is happening, you are around the corner and gone, and I am standing alone outside my Tube stop gaping after you like a very confused fool.

It takes three days for you to text me, days which I spend contemplating how I will explain to Greg that I can’t make the coming week’s session, that I am ill or moving to a new city yet again or just plain done with D&D all of a sudden. When one of my workmates comes down with the flu, I secretly hope I’ve caught it because then I wouldn’t have to lie. In the end, your message appears before any flu-like symptoms do.

- Sorry.

I stare at the thin pale block of text in WhatsApp for a moment, aware that you know that I’ve seen your apology, that the little ticks have betrayed me, and my options are limited as a result. It would be churlish not to respond to such a short and clear message. On the other hand, I feel that this is not the opening to a single-line reply and then I’m done. I tap out an answer and resolve to wait for the next notification.

                                - Thanks.

                                - I get it – I ambushed you. I’d like to be friends if we still can though?

As soon as I hit send on the second message, the app shows you are “typing...” And typing. And typing. Apparently you have a lot to say. Fuck. There is a long wait, long enough that the screen on my phone goes to sleep and I hit the button on the half-full kettle to boil some water for a cup of tea. In the end, your reply isn’t the essay I was expecting.

- This might be easier to explain in person. Can we meet for a chat?

I have no real idea how to respond to that with anything but a single word. I hit the button on the kettle again to stop it boiling and sigh, mentally kicking myself for being such a doormat.

                                - Sure.

Your answer is a Google Map pin pointing to a pub that is a 20 minute bus journey from my flat.

- Is here good for you?

I react to the question with a thumbs-up and wander towards the hallway to grab my boots, thankful that I’ve at least had a shower and changed out of my pyjamas on this overcast and depressing Sunday afternoon.

Somehow you’re waiting at the main bar for me when I arrive, even though the bus schedule and traffic were in my favour, so you must have had a head start. There’s a three-quarters full pint of something pale and hazy in front of you and I’d be tickled that we have similar tastes in beer if I didn’t have such a sour taste in my mouth. You gesture to your glass and ask what I want. I end up ordering a half pint of whatever pilsner they have that isn’t Heineken and sip while you hand over cash. Then you gesture towards the back of the pub, looking grave and serious and so unlike the Eddie I know, and I’m pretty sure I’m getting dumped as a friend. You lead me through the maze that is this place until you find a quiet nook with a table just large enough for the two of us and no-one in earshot.

Yep, definitely getting dumped.

I hide my hurt sigh behind my glass of beer and sip again and wait for you to start.

“Shit.” You rub your hand over your face, digging the pad of your thumb into the inner corner of your eye, and suddenly you look your age. It’s amazing what a dimpled grin and carefree manner do for you otherwise. Now, here in this darkened corner, you look all of your years and I surmise that some of them have been less than easy ones. Your hand lands palm down on the worn wooden table beside your pint. “I have a health condition…”

Oh. Shit.

“I’m sorry,” and I am. I don’t entirely mean to but my hand ends up hovering over yours, fingertips twitching imperceptibly, and when you look down I find myself asking, “May I…?”

Touch you?

Hold your hand?

Comfort you?

I’ve no idea how I’m going to finish that sentence but you nod and save me from having to come up with something that would have no doubt sounded clingy after my failed attempt to ask you out.

When my palm touches the back of yours, you raise your hand slightly and I find my fingers slipping into the gap between your thumb and first finger. I give your hand a little squeeze. “I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

The look you give me is caught between rueful and amused, and you clarify quickly. “Christ, I’m not dying. I’m just… I have this condition but my health is perfectly fine, except that…” You pause and blow out a deep sigh, one that starts low in your chest, and I see your cheeks pink up and suddenly you’re staring resolutely over my shoulder into the dark corridor behind me, refusing to meet my eye, and your hand is limp in mine. Your voice drops lower but I hear you clearly when you state clinically, “One of the side effects is that I suffer from premature ejaculation.”

Oh!

I’m still processing your words and the emotional seesaw you’ve intently put me on when you continue. “It’s not something fixable. I can’t train myself out of it. So you see why I turned you down, and… sorry, I should have done it better than I did, but you see why I’m a pretty bad prospect for a date when I can’t last longer than a minute most times.” Your voice cracks on the last word and you grimace, your face a humiliated red flush. Your hand disappears from mine and hides with the other one behind your pint. “A pretty terrible prospect for a boyfriend if that’s what you were looking for.”

I look up sharply at that, kicked out of my slow processing of your admission, and I want to snap at you not to say that about yourself but I manage to swallow down my frustrated tone because I don’t think it will do anything except drive you further away from me. I think you’ve probably had your fair share of frustration and pity, and then some. So instead, I ask the one thing that springs to mind, being careful to pitch my tone as soft and non-judgemental. “Does it feel pleasurable when you come?” It sounds equally clinical but ‘enjoy’ won’t work in this context, not with the obvious shame you feel.

Your eyebrows disappear into your bangs for a second and I can tell I’ve thrown you, but then the frown is back, deeper now, the corners of your mouth pulled down and crap… I think I can see the beginning of tears at the corners of your eyes. I want to reassure you that I’m not making fun of you, but instead I plough ahead recklessly even as I keep my voice kid-glove light. “Thinking beyond any embarrassment, is it pleasurable…? Please, Eddie, I want to know.”

Your voice cracks again when you answer. “Well, yeah. But…” You trail off, unable to finish your objections or maybe you think you don’t have to because they’re so evident.

“So you enjoy the physical pleasure of coming. And you enjoy physical intimacy with a… a partner who’s understanding?” That last part is important because I suspect you may not have had as many understanding partners as you should have. Rage bubbles up in my stomach but I keep my thoughts on the matter to myself as you nod. “And if it was the other way around, if it was a woman in your bed who was coming within a minute of you touching her, would you have any objections?”

“That’s different!” You object and it’s so fast I doubt you’ve even had time to think through the idea before it’s out of your mouth.

I tilt my head and stare at you for a beat. Credit to you, you hold my gaze. “Is it? Aside from all the patriarchal cultural bullshit, if you enjoy what your body does and I want to share that with you, would it be so bad for us to enjoy it together?” You sigh and silently refuse to answer so I try a different tack. “I can’t, as I once saw charmingly expressed in a novel, ‘be dicked to orgasm’.” You can’t help yourself, the corner of your mouth quirks up a smidge at this. I shrug, unbothered. “Oral doesn’t work for me. Fingers or a vibrator are the only ways I’m getting there.” I stare pointedly at your hands, still hiding behind your drink. “They still work whether or not you’ve come, yeah?”

Your jaw works as you look away again, eyes staring into the empty dimness of the pub. I resist blowing a breath out in frustration. Clearly logic isn’t going to win the day here so I throw in my last chip, hoping it’s enough to keep me in the game.

“I like you and if you’re willing, I’d like to get naked with you and explore how we can make each other feel good. No pressure, but I’m just saying, that’s what I’d like with you, Eddie.” That and dinner and drinks and more laughter and terrible accents from you.

Your gaze snap back to me, eyes wide and pupils blown, and I hold my breath, waiting for you to tell me “No” once more.

It takes a week for us to get to the naked exploration stage because I insist on both of us getting tested. It struck me in the pub after you huffed out a wary “Yes” that you might feel less pressured if you didn’t have to anticipate the extra sensations of rolling on a condom, and in any case I want to get a bit messy with you. I’m a sucker for a fun exchange of body fluids.

When you arrive at my flat, I think maybe we’ll have a drink first and chat. I’ve even planned ahead and picked up a selection of beverages, including some decent zero-percentage beers in case alcohol might pose a problem. But before I can play the good hostess, you pull the folded-up printout of your STI test results out of a pocket and silently hand it to me.

Raring to go, I think, but your posture is still that of a cornered animal and I realise you maybe just want to get this over with. Fail out quickly and go home wondering why you even bothered trying. The thought fills me with a sort of empty sadness which I hide by quickly scanning the list of results. All clear. My own slip of paper declaring full sexual health is hiding under a gas bill on my small kitchen table. Once you’ve had a chance to eyeball it and nod your acceptance, I lead you down the short hall to my bedroom.

I want to ask you to undress me but I’m worried about making too many demands on you too soon so I start to undress and hope you follow. When I drag my t-shirt over my head to reveal one of the nicer bras I own, soft barely-there fabric and little lace embellishments that emphasise my nipples, you stare and make absolutely no effort to take off any of your own clothes.

Yep, my breasts are simply that arresting a sight.

“You remember about the whole ‘both of us getting naked’ part of this, yeah?” I joke feebly, hoping maybe for an admission that you’re so awestruck with me that you’d genuinely forgotten. Instead, you nod curtly and dip your head to stare at your feet while you go to work stiffly. A black band t-shirt lands on the floor next to mine a second later. Your body is gorgeous, all soft muscle and dark ink. I want to taste the pale pink of your nipples, run my fingers over the trail of hair running south from your bellybutton. I want to find the spots that tickle and make you laugh unselfconsciously before I drag a pleasured groan out of you with my tongue. I want to have my way with you and leave you panting and delirious. Instead, I get back to the task at hand.

My bra is next to go, landing half on top of your t-shirt while you unbuckle your belt. I’m still eyeing you up and notice that your hands still while your button fly is mostly undone because your gaze has fallen on the soft lavender fabric of one cup. Your eyes flicker up, hands still held tense on that last button of your fly. Behind your hands, I can see black boxers – love, love, love a man in black underwear regardless of the cut! – and a pronounced bulge. I drag my eyes up to yours and you are transfixed, staring at my breasts like you haven’t ever seen a naked pair before. Or haven’t seen a pair in far too long. This was the awestruck reaction I was looking for. I stop moving and just stand for a long moment, watching you watching me, both of us topless, you in jeans that are ready to be pushed down your hips and me with the fingers of my left hand about to tug at the tie on the side of my wrap skirt. I focus on breathing, in and out and in again, solely to give you the sight of my breasts rising and falling gently.

After several breaths, I undo the tie on my skirt and wiggle it and my knickers down my legs – just as nice and lavender as my bra but wasted because I don’t even give you the opportunity to see them. I am as naked as I’m going to get, and you quickly follow suit.

Oh god, you have a dark red dragon tattoo on one hip, and I think I’m going to die. It’s straight out of D&D and I want to taste it as much as your nipples. Next to it, your dick stands delicious and proud. I don’t want to make you more self-conscious than I suspect you already are so I give it no more than a passing glance, just enough to know that I want to do terrible, wonderful things to it. To you. I want to make you grunt low in your throat, gorgeous and pleading for me, to make you whimper with overflowing pleasure. Some fucked up part of me wants to make you beg.

Instead, I climb as gracefully as possible onto my bed and half-ask, half-order you to “Come here.”

You do, and I lay out and pull you down beside me, and gently, oh so fucking gently, because I’m convinced that you need gentle right now, I press my lips to yours. It takes a long moment for you to respond but when you do, it’s lovely. There’s no other word I can think to describe it. Your lips are soft and warm and you kiss with just the right pressure. A tiny bit slow for my tastes but we’re apparently both accommodating personalities in bed and naturally adjust to find a speed somewhere in the middle. My fingertips press softly to your jaw for a while as we explore each others’ lips and then move into your hair, down the column of your neck, over the solid curve of your shoulders. I go no lower than that, enjoying this slow, naked make-out session and not wanting to push my luck right now. Your hands stroke over my waist and back, warming my skin and not venturing further afield. In this moment, you seem comfortable and I am happy for you. I have had other partners who were similarly tentative and I have taken their hands in mine to draw them to my breasts or between my legs but I don’t do that with you. You’ll get there in your own time, I think.

When I prod your lips gently with the tip of my tongue, you open for me and our kisses rachet up a level. Christ, you taste good. Clean and minty with that healthy human taste underneath. I could do this for hours. But we don’t get the chance to do this for hours because, at the feel of your tongue stroking mine, I move my hips without thinking. Only an inch or two but enough to bring my thigh into contact with your groin. Nothing more than a brush of skin on skin, gentle and fleeting, and I barely have time to think ‘Your dick is scalding’ as it twitches against my thigh before you freeze up completely and the grunt you make against my lips is not one of pleasure but of fear.

I stay exactly where I am, my body as frozen as yours, while I pull my face back an inch. The red flush is back on your cheeks and your mouth is a tense line, so much embarrassment and shame mixed in with the healthy glow of kiss-swollen lips and natural arousal. “You okay?” I whisper.

Your nod is strained, all your muscles locked into panic mode.

“Would you like to…” I fumble for the right words, “grind against me?” I’m still whispering, and the groan you let out as you press your jaw into the bedclothes is louder than my question. For a moment, you look like you’re trying to escape from me by burrowing your head into the bed but then you tilt your face back towards me again and nod shamefacedly.

I shuffle forward, and your legs part to let my thigh slide between them and then you’re rubbing your gorgeous, shuddering dick against my skin. You’re tilting me partway onto my back, burying your face not in the bed but in my neck, huffing and rubbing your nose and mouth over the sensitive skin there. Scenting me, I realise. Smelling me. Your hands pass stutteringly over my hips, my ass, down the back of the thigh that isn’t pinned between yours, getting dangerously close to the ticklish back of my knee with a palm that is now sweaty with nerves. This feels so frantic, so heaped with desperation. It feels so fucking good. This is you letting go and trusting me, and I know it would be horrible for me to laugh right now or squirm away regardless of the reason, but your hand is getting really close to the point where I will. Thankfully it reverses course and slides back up to cup the swell of my buttock before you can inadvertently set off a giggling fit by touching the wrong stretch of skin.

Thank God!

Your hips are still grinding, not even really thrusting, just pressing and trapping your dick between your body and mine, giving it just enough friction to… “Unnngh…!” Your hands tighten almost to the point of pain, squeezing my pelvis, digging into the fat of my ass, holding me still as you start to spill hot come across my hip and upper thigh.

And I lose my fucking mind.

“I’m sorry, sorry… Shit, I’m so sorry…” It’s like penance from your lips, whimpered hoarsely into the crook of my neck, even as you continue to rut – Christ, what a gorgeous word, rut! – and spurt on me. It is one of the sexiest things a guy has ever done with me, and I can’t help it, I moan and it’s a deep, wanton sound.

Your body gives one last shudder and you stop moving altogether, shoulders and spine locked with tension, your face damp and hot where it’s pressed against my skin. We are both sticky and you are so obviously mortified that I should feel bad for you, not because you came but because you feel so bad about it. Instead, my body has its own agenda and in that moment of quiet I feel a rush of my own juices tickle my pussy lips. I am so wet for you, it’s a bit ridiculous. So turned on, I should feel as embarrassed as you do.

“I thought I could hold on. Really, I…” Your words disappear into a frustrated groan, and I realise I have to do something right now to reassure you or you’ll disappear on me.

I stare at the ceiling above your shoulder as I pet your hair, combing the tips of my fingers through your long curls, easing them over the curve of your ear, the base of your skull, feeling the heat of your dark emotions through your skin. I don’t know how I am going to manage to say these words but somehow, because you need something to take you out of your shame, I do.

“I have this fantasy…” No response from you. Fine, yeah, everyone has fantasies, no big revelation there. I swallow thickly around a mouth that is suddenly filled with too much saliva. “In this fantasy, I’m with a man, someone I care for and who cares for me, someone like you.” Your shoulder shifts beneath my palm. Do I have your attention? I hope I do. “We’re teasing each other, kissing and touching, and then, then…” Jesus Christ, has my face always been this hot? I feel like I’m burning up. “This man, this gorgeous, beautiful man is coming uncontrollably on me. Coating my skin with his spunk. Totally unable to stop.” I don’t use the phrase ‘inhuman quantities of spunk’ because there are some physically impossible aspects of my fantasy that don’t need to be spoken aloud and I don’t want you to feel more pressure than you already do. “Just my mere presence, just the touch of my skin on his makes him lose control. It’s so hot, so… nnngh,” the sound out of my mouth is animalistic, “I don’t even know how to describe it, Eddie, but if I touch myself while I think about this man…” While I think about you. “…I come so goddamn hard!” You jolt in my arms.

I’m not naturally a talker during sex although I have been trying recently to get better about putting my desires into words. Right now though, it feels like the floodgates have opened and I may never be able to shut up again. “You just gave me my fantasy, Eddie, and it was beautiful.”

You raise your shoulders and tilt your head up to catch my eye. Your mouth is still a grimace, though softer now. There is still a line deep between your eyebrows, though whether it’s embarrassment or judgement or downright disgust, I can’t tell. I force myself to match your gaze, even as I stew red-faced and twitchy in a feedback cycle of horniness and shame. In the end, you’re the one to break the stalemate, pushing yourself up on your elbows and peering down between our bodies. I follow your lead to find that we are both smeared with the pearly whiteness of your come. You are growing soft against my upper thigh, relaxing there even as the rest of your body is tense, warm now rather than scalding hot.

“You’re objectifying me.” Your voice is low and gruff. I blink back shameful tears and nod, then manage to hiss out an apology so soft I can barely hear my own words. Your hand leaves rumpled bedclothes beside my head and your thumb and forefinger catch my jaw to tilt my head and force my eyes back to yours. You stare at me gravely for a long moment. “I’m not bothered by it.” There’s a tiny twitch at the corner of your lips and I realise you’re relieved and amused by my admission, maybe even a little turned on by it, even if it’s too soon for your body to start to respond again. You shrug. “You’re not the only one with fantasies, Ranger girl.” You push yourself up and off of me, rolling away to sit on the side of my bed, hands on your knees and head bent to look down at yourself, while I lie unmoving and wondering whether, despite your words, I’ve just blown things completely.

Before I can reach for you or apologise again, you’re on your feet, disappearing into the ensuite bathroom, and I hear the sound of running water. Fuck. You’re cleaning yourself up and in a moment you’ll come out for your clothes and then you’ll leave and I’ll… I’ll… what will I do?

I’m still lying on my back in the middle of the bed, one hand raised to press my fingers to the bridge of my nose in an attempt to hold off the headache that is threatening me, when I feel the warm stroke of a damp washcloth over my belly. My hand falls to the side and my eyes snap open to find you dragging the cloth down over my hip to caress my thigh. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” you sigh the words out like it’s a particularly tiresome chore. “And then we’ll see just how hard I can make you come with my hands, mmmkay?” The dimple in your cheek pulses as you try to hold the smirk on your lips at bay. One moment it’s there, deep and teasing, the next it’s gone as you regain some control and strive to look serious. In the end you fail, and I spread my legs wordlessly as you ease the cooling cloth over a second pass of my thigh. As you approach my hip, your hand veers towards the soft skin my inner thigh as if you’ve missed a spot there and you brush the back of your knuckles against the damp curls at the apex of my thighs.

Oh yes!

My hips buck instinctively, hands clutching at the sheets when you rock your hand back and forth, pressing your knuckles against my pussy. You glide easily with the movement because, even swimming in embarrassment moments before, I’m still soaked. My juices coat your skin and you mumble a surprised, “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”

You disappear for a moment, and I hear the slap of the washcloth landing in the bathroom sink. Then you are back and kissing my lower belly, peppering featherlight kisses to the stretch between my bellybutton and mons. Your hand returns to its place between my legs but now it’s turned around, fingertips rather than knuckles nudging gently against my clit and trailing over my pussy lips, smearing my own juices in a swirl of liquid bliss over my skin. I groan at the sensation, spreading my legs wider to give you all the access you could ever need to get me off.

“Dirty girl… Making me blow my load all over you like a horny teenage really did it for you, huh? Teasing me and telling me I could grind a little on you like you were doing me a service, when all the time you were using me to get yourself all… worked… up.” You pump a finger into me, once, twice and then withdraw to flick it wetly over my clit. Holy shit, I’m going to combust! Whatever I though about myself talking sexy, I’ve clearly misjudged you. You are a master at this. A fucking god.

“How do you like it?” The question is kissed into my hip and then there is a little scramble as you reposition yourself, dragging yourself back up the length of my body to curl your free arm around my shoulders and press your face back into my neck. The hand you have buried between my legs doesn’t move at all though, except to keep petting and stroking. “Hmmm… tell me, dirty girl. Need to take my revenge and make you come ‘til you can’t see straight.”

We’re back to frantic but now I’m the one who’s frantic. I can barely get the words out. “Please, I need… my clit, I need you to stroke it in circles… gentle… Oh, ye-esss, just like that!” You follow my instructions perfectly. “Could you, I could…? I like to come around something. I have a dildo!”

Christ, I did not just shout that last bit, did I?

You growl in my ear, dismissing my dildo suggestion. “Not a chance! What do you think my fingers are for?” You flex your hand, fingers on my clit suddenly sliding down to dance around my entrance and I’m wondering if you’re ever going to push inside when you drag them back up to my clit and coat it in the slickness you have gathered. You kiss and suck and scent my neck, setting the nerves there alight while you pump your fingers into me, testing and teasing. The stretch is delicious and then the deliciousness of it all ramps up as something circles my clit. Your thumb, I think, and it’s the last coherent thought I have for a while because there’s a little flick to the circular motion you’re making and it’s… it’s… oh God, it’s so good that I come all over your hand within seconds.

Like a wave of perfect warm water, it sloshes around between my hips and flows through my stomach and thighs, causing the most wonderfully achy little cramps in my muscles. And when I clamp down on your fingers, because I have to, I can’t help it, my body’s going to do it regardless of what my mind might want, you feel so solid inside me that I’m sobbing with happiness. And thanks. Apparently, it’s really important to my orgasm-addled brain to thank you right now so I babble out several iterations of it until you’re shushing me gently, your lips pressed to my ear and then my jaw and then then my mouth.

“Thank you, thank you, oh good sweet… mmmmm… thank y–mmphf!”

I spend a while coming back to myself, just wallowing in the bliss and mess of it all, while you pull your fingers out from between my legs and inspect them. Then you stroke them wetly over my belly and my breasts, tweaking my nipples between your thumb and forefinger. Your mouth follows the path of slick that you’ve painted on me, lapping up my taste and wetness, until you reach my lower belly again and then you part my lips and place a single prissy little kiss on my clit. The sensation makes me giggle which, to be fair, is my usual response to oral. I wasn’t lying about it not working for me if I want to climax. It’s too hard to come when I feel like I’m being tickled into a laughing fit.

Fortunately, you’ve taken on board what I said in the pub about the limited options available to eke an orgasm out of my body, and soon you’re aligning your long torso to mine and shuffling your hips and then, with a resigned sigh, you hitch and press them to my belly.

Oh, you’re hard again!

I’m trying to formulate a request, an invitation, something, anything that will allow me to feel you coming against me again when you beat me to the punch. “I’d like to come inside you…” Your words fray a little at the edges. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, I’m not going to last much longer even on the second round, but –”

“Yes!” I rudely cut you off. “Please. Yes, please. I’d love that.” It’s my turn to pepper your skin with kisses, little soft pouts of my lips against your collarbone and chest. My mouth dances over one tattoo that I’m too close to see the detail of and I murmur, “Can you touch me first, before we…” I trail off, not wanting to load you with the pressure of the word ‘fuck’. “Just until I tell you to stop? Just my clit, please?”

You don’t make me explain myself which I’m thankful for, and when your wet fingers find my swollen bud of hypersensitive nerves again, I respond with puppy-like eagerness. My hips rock to the rhythm of my pulse, pressing myself into your hand for greater friction. It doesn’t take long for your touch to get me where I need to be and I find myself grasping your wrist and pulling your hand away before the “Stop” sobs itself out of my mouth. “Now… please,” I beg, and you oblige, lifting yourself away from my side and hovering over me, settling your hips between my eagerly spread legs.

We’re both shaking as you grip yourself and a little whimper escapes your lips. I reach down between us and spread myself for you in the hopes that that will make it easier. I’m drenched and ready in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been before and my body offers no resistance when you push in, the drag of your swollen dick like a balm against my inner walls. I’m not sure whose mouth lets fly the punched-out “Fuuuu-ngh!” that echoes around my quiet flat when you are finally fully sheathed inside me and I don’t care. I’m pretty sure we share the sentiment.

You’re so tense now, so tight in your spine and shoulders, that shaking doesn’t properly describe what your nerves are forcing out of you. Vibrating is more accurate. “Gimme a min–ohhh, Christ!” Despite your words, you don’t take a minute. Instead you grind yourself hard against me, trapping my hand and forcing the heel of my palm against my clit.

“Oh, oh, ohhh…!” I can’t help it, I’m too strung out on the path to this particular orgasm and without warning, I come around you with no regard for how it might affect you. Oops!

There’s a rushing in my ears so anything you might say or shout or babble is lost to me but I feel you thrust once and then grind a second time like you’re trying to get as deep inside me as you can. A solitary, barely-functioning part of my brain that isn’t totally overwhelmed by the bath it’s taking in a soup of happy hormones thinks you might be coming. I really hope you are. The thought of your dick pulsing and attempting to twitch inside me while my clenching muscles hold it so tight that it can’t move, even while you’re emptying your balls into me, while your lovely dick is soaking in our combined fluids… I inadvertently press my hand down harder on my thrumming clit and a tiny, little bonus orgasm licks its way along my nerves like a kitten made of electrical current and candy floss. Any remaining working parts of my brain lock up and all I’m aware of is bliss and the whimpering wordless pleas hissing through my teeth.

When I’m again in a fit state to take in my surroundings, I find that you are my most immediate surrounding. You’ve wrapped your arms around my back and rolled me onto my side with you, my chest to yours, my head tucked under your chin. I feel slick and vaguely out of touch with the overworked nerves between my legs. Experimentally, I flex my Kegel muscles and when you hiss I realise you are still inside me.

“Sorry!”

You huff and I think it sounds pained. “That’s my line, remember?”

I pull back to glare at you, tired of you putting yourself down like this, tired of you not appreciating that we have been having really fucking good sex regardless of your hang-ups! What greets my eyes is not what I expect. You look exhausted… but in a good way. Tired and relaxed like you could sleep soundly here in my arms. Unlike the other night in the pub, it doesn’t showcase your age, instead it seems to have stripped away some of those harder years.

“I came inside of a minute and I didn’t care. You felt so good and you were coming too, and…” You suddenly look worried. “You did come, didn’t you?”

I snort without entirely meaning to and the jerk it imparts to my body causes you to slip from me. We both utter little moans at the sensation, and when I recover I am quick to reassure you. “Eddie, I came twice. My brain engaged in some kind of operating system-level reboot!”

I’m rewarded with a grin and that dimple again. “Good, I’m glad you got something from it.”

“Something!” I scoff, feeling bolder about teasing you now that we’ve both confirmed that we enjoyed ourselves.

“I’m just… Thank you. I haven’t enjoyed being with someone like this in a long time.” You kiss me on the mouth. You kiss sweetly. Almost platonically, I’d say, if we weren’t lying here naked in each others’ arms, coated in come and the hazy after effects of several orgasms.

A suspicion niggles at my gut.

“You know I want to do this again, right?!” The look on your face confirms that you do not in fact know that. “For Christ’s sakes, listen to me, man!” I huff. “I enjoyed you. I am enjoying you. And yes, I probably have some shit to work out in my head about not objectifying my partners and I’ll go to therapy for it if you want me to. But regardless of that, I want to enjoy you again, have sex with you again, make you come again and hear that gut-punch of a noise that you make when you do!” Your eyebrows are climbing towards your sweaty bangs as you take in my exclamations. I take a deep breath and steel myself for the next part. “Assuming you want all or any of that too?”

You look at me, eyes full of surprise and a little wariness. “Please,” I whisper. “I really like you, Eddie.”

That, apparently, is what sells you on the idea.

“Yeah, I’d like that too.” The smile that spreads across your handsome face is easy. Like I didn’t have to just put so much effort into convincing you that you might enjoy yourself with me. Like I didn’t just bare my soul to you. “I like you too by the way… just in case that wasn’t entirely obvious. Even though I’m clearly a total fucking idiot for turning you down the first time.” You blush. Oh my God, a grown man is blushing over telling me he likes me! I swear my knees would buckle if I wasn’t already lying down. “I’d also like… maybe a shower? With you?”

I nod. We are quite the mess. Sweaty and sticky. The insides of my thighs are smeared, and something warm and wet is starting to drip out of me. It’s not an unpleasant sensation but if the bedclothes aren’t already ruined, they soon will be. Good thing I planned to do a load of laundry tonight and have a freshly covered duvet and sheets ready in the closet for a quick change. But first… “A shower sounds perfect. Or we could have a bath if you want?”

Your eyes widen at my suggestion. “How is it I somehow missed that you have a tub in your bathroom?”

I grin, shaking my head in amusement. It’s a big bathtub too, perfect for two people if you don’t mind snuggling close together. Skin-on-skin contact is a must. “You must have been a little distracted, sweetheart.”

“Mmm… that must have been it,” you murmur against my forehead as you pull me back in for a warm hug. Also the tub is in the main bathroom, not in the tiny ensuite, which explains why you didn’t see it.

“Since we’re talking about things we want… I kinda also want to order pizza after our bath. And maybe pop a film on, something we can snuggle up together to watch?” I fuss with the smattering of hair on your breastbone, realising belatedly that I never got to taste your nipples. Sounds like a great activity for the bath, I think to myself.

“Dinner and a movie? That sounds like a date,” you tease.

“Is that a yes?” I push, cursing myself as I do so.

“Yes!”

I want to ask you if it really is a Yes. If you really mean it. If you have this glowly, squeezing heat in the pit of your stomach like I do, because sex is never really just sex for me and I’m aware that I’m in a little bit deeper here than I really should be at this stage of things. I don’t do any of those things though. Instead, I grab your hand and pull you off the bed and across the hallway to the bathroom and its big bath and start running one for both of us.