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etheries1015 · 9 months ago

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after learning Silver uses a BAR OF SOAP to wash his hair...AND wanting to wish him a happy birthday, I decided he must be pampered with a...little spa day, and something a little special near the end <3 Happy birthday, Silver!!

General warnings: gender neutral reader

Upon visiting Silver in his dorm for a small birthday celebration and finding out the unfortunate truth behind his hair-washing habits, you were quick to insist you take him out shopping or teach him the ways of proper hair care.

"I had no clue it wasn't normal to just use a bar of soap," Silver shrugged, "As long as it makes me clean, right?"

"Just hearing you say that hurts," you joked exasperatedly, "I feel it's my duty now to train you in the ways of making your hair clean and feel like you're touching a cloud."

"Well," Silver pondered, "I guess it wont hurt to learn."

"Perfect!" You jumped up from your seat, the Diasomnia lounge, "you guys are done here, right?" Lilia looked as startled as Silver at your sudden outburst, before taking a glance at the already eaten birthday cake and open presents that lay out on the table.

"I suppose it is time to retire, I have a gaming session happening soon anyways," Lilia pointed out, before a sly smile crawled upon his lips and looking at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "Feel free to take him!"

"Take me?" Silver perked up, sitting up straight. Giving an...unsettling cackle and grabbing Silvers hands, you began to pull him up and urge him to follow you.

"Perfect. Yes, i'm kidnapping you. Remember, I told you that I left my present for you at Ramshackle anyways. AND this is a perfect opportunity for me to initiate my next mission..."

"Mission...?" you heard Lilia sing his goodbyes and waved a quick farewell to the other members of Diasomnia, before dragging Silver out the door and towards the direction of the hall of mirrors.

"Operation: spoil the birthday boy with a spa day!"

Wearing the world's softest robe you had let him use, Silver dosed off a few times after being completely pampered like a princess, and not as a result of his typical condition. You messaging his scalp was probably the most heavenly thing he had felt in a long time, the way your fingers worked on his head left his eyes fluttering shut. He was honestly sad when he realized he had fallen asleep and missed half of the process, but he could still feel your touch linger on his head and immensely enjoy the newfound softness of his silver locks.

You woke him up when you had placed a cool face mask on him, and fell asleep once more when you had started to massage his tense shoulders and cut his nails... He felt like floating on clouds, and those clouds also smelled like you.

"It's nice..." Silver hummed, eyes fluttering open watching you finish filing one of his nails, "You have a very nice scent. I would like to know where you get your hair products," He smiled at you.

"We can find you a scent that suites you more," you offered, "every person has their own unique scent! I'm sure with some time, we can find the perfect one for you." However, Silver shook his head in earnest. It was much more romantic than he probably intended, yet he leaned forward and took a light smell of your also freshly washed hair.

"I like your scent," he smiled, "besides, it would be nice to share something similar, right? So when we aren't together, there's always a piece of you there. You also convinced me that hair care is more important than I gave it credit for..."

Your face took a rosy hue, you groaned in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands.

"You're so...cheesy! You don't need my shampoo and conditioner to be reminded of me, I actually...got you...something. For your birthday." Silver raised a curious eyebrow and tilted his head with widened eyes.

"I thought you spoiling me with a little 'spa' was my birthday gift? you've already spoiled me plenty, I don't need-"

"Of course that's not all I have planned!" You exasperated, pushing Silver down onto the couch in Ramshackle lounge, "Wait here." Sprinting away, you were back almost as fast as you had left, in your hands you held a small box obviously held for some type of accessory. Taking it gracefully, Silver opened the box to reveal a silver bracelet adorned with...

"Acorns?" Silver asked startled, holding up the bracelet and examining it with curious and starry eyes.

"I saw the one you made for Lilia," You pointed out shyly, "Out of real acorns. I thought of making one myself for you, too...but, I wanted something a little more durable, something you can wear more often. If...you don't mind accessories." You hid your hands behind your back fidgeting with your fingers nervously, before a smile spread ear to ear and cheeks rose with a blush from the male. He gripped the bracelet with eagerness, and you swore the bright look on his face would surely give the sun some competition.

"I love it," Silver replied with a voice dripping in enthusiasm, "I won't be able to wear it while I'm training, but I'll be sure to have it on at all times. I'll take great care of it, thank you." You were visibly relieved, chuckling and bringing your hands to your front as you revealed an exact match of the same bracelet you had just given him.

"i'm glad, otherwise it would have been pretty embarrassing to wear a matching bracelet with nobody actually matching with me..." Silver stared with wide auroral orbs, mouth ajar upon seeing it. "So...we have something to share! Just like you were talking about before, right?"

Engulfing you in a hug after putting on the accessory in one fell swoop, Silver couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of affection for the prefect of ramshackle dorm. He squeezed you tightly, yet not enough to harm you. You smiled and returned the hug in full, chuckling at his sudden display of fondness.

"This has been a wonderful birthday," Silver said, "Thank you, truly. I will remember this day for a very, very long time." leaning into his touch, you pushed aside the urge to tell him he was overreacting, and took the honest boys words at face value.

"Of course...Happy birthday, Silver!"

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obeymefictionwriting · 4 months ago

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Brothers on Your Anniversary!

This blog honestly gives me so much life, thank you so much for reading and enjoying it! I hope you'll love this hc as much as I do <3

Lucifer

Lucifer has been planning your anniversary like half a year in advance

Meaning, the guy is C O N F I D E N T

You might think he'd be the type to take you to a fancy restaurant and such but he will actually plan the date according to your specific preferences

Doesn't mean he won't get you a huge-ass bouquet with the rarest Devildom flowers

Is actually pretty nervous since it's his first ever anniversary in a relationship and he is a control freak and want it to be perfect for you

Will kiss your knuckles softly and will then twirl you around, effortlessly spinning you in a smooth dance

Gifts you an intricate and beautiful pendant with his love confession engraved on it

"I'm looking forward to the eternity with you by my side, my love"

Mammon

The day will be 10000000% dedicated to you

Shopping spree, any restaurant you want, any activity you wish to try - just say a word

Holding hands 24/7 everywhere, proudly showing you to literally EVERYONE

"Dat's right, dat's my baby and damn we hit 1 year together!"

Is so proud of you being near him that he almost tears up

Poor boy has never had a relationship and is now determined to keep you forever

At the end of the night, will blush heavily as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss

"I'm s-so happy we are t-together...Thanks for dealing with my dumb ass..."

Levi

Decides to surprise you with a kick-ass 3-course dinner cooked entirely by him, obviously

Is EXTREMELY nervous but tries not to show it

Gets you a matching set of pjs and a super cute necklace

Proposes to watch some anime or movies and secretly hopes you'd say yes, because he doesn't feel like going out and wants to be just the two of you this evening

Holds your hand all the time

Plays with your hair lazily and grins

"Can't believe got a person like you to be my partner"

Satan

Classic romance is his thing

Be sure he'll take you to a small and cozy but ridiculously expensive place

He'll insist you two dress up because "the occasion is so very special"

Out of all brothers, is most likely to propose on your anniversary

After dinner, will probably take you to the nearest park; champagne and blanket ready

(oops, a momentary cat distraction)

Showers you with affection and can't keep his hands and eyes off you

"Kitten, I'm honored to be loved by someone like you"

Asmodeus

Mhmmm an anniversary... so exciting!

Plans out a whole day dedicated just to you two

Spa, fancy dinner, shopping, massage - all included!

It's the first time ever for him to care so much about someone else and he is dedicated to make this day unforgettable

"I have a special something just for you"

RENTS THE WHOLE RESTAURANT TO SLOW-DANCE WITH YOU IN THE CANDLE LIGHT

"Honey, you have immense power over me and I surrender to you now and forever"

Beelzebub

He loves you so much that he actually wants to make it NOT about food

The things is, he has no idea what else to do... like... sports, maybe?

You notice how tensed he is and directly ask what's up

Reluctantly agrees to your offer to just eat somewhere and then cuddle home with snacks

"I tried to think of something unique because you deserve the best"

Wraps his hands around you and won't let go

Offers you head massage and just uses any excuse to touch you

"Y'know... You are my dearest person"

Belphie

Actually MAKES AN EFFORT

An attic, stargazing, a bottle of wine, and amazing fruits and sweets - just how good does it sound?

Presents you with a photo album filled with your mutual photos; a sweet note going with every photo

"You made my life full of memories that I'd cherish forever"

Kisses you softly all the time and braids your hair delicately

Loves this moment of peace and happiness but is a teeny tiny bit worried you might have preferred something more outdoorsy

"Just stay with me always, okay?"

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alwayssassydreamer · 1 month ago

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Unbreakable Desire

A/N: thanks for the request ann - "a kid story where you and kid go to a spa and kid gets jealous while you were given a massage and so he takes over and him reminding you who you belong to" hope you like it and sorry it took so long

Warnings: nsfw, possessive and jealous Kid, teasing, edging, fingering, p in v, MDNI

Characters: Kid x F!Reader

You and Kid had been working hard with the crew, and today, you finally convinced him to take a break and relax at a high-end spa. Surprisingly, he agreed, although you suspected it was mostly because he could be near you while you were half naked.

The spa was serene. Soothing music filled the air, and steam rose from the hot spring pools where you and Kid lounged side by side. He was unusually quiet, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest. You figured it was as relaxed as he could get, so you let yourself enjoy the calm atmosphere.

After that, the two of you were led to the massage room. Kid's masseuse was an older, tough-looking woman, while yours was a man with a calm, professional demeanor.

As you lay face down on the massage table, the male masseuse started working on your shoulders, easing the tension from your muscles. His hands were skilled, and soon you were melting into the table, feeling more relaxed than you had in weeks.

Kid grumbled something under his breath but didn’t say much at first. That changed when the masseuse began complimenting your ability to "relax so easily," his tone friendly but professional.

Kid’s sharp eyes flicked to the man’s hands on your back, and you could feel the air grow tense.

“Relax, huh?” Kid muttered sarcastically from his table. You glanced at him, seeing his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

He was pretending not to care, but you could see the jealousy building in his fiery gaze.

The masseuse remained oblivious, continuing his work with firm, skilled hands. Kid shifted in his spot, his annoyance becoming more obvious.

Finally, when the man placed his hands lower on your back, Kid snapped.

“Oi, hands off.”

You blinked, lifting your head slightly in surprise.

“Kid, seriously?”

Kid sat up brushing his own masseuse off and glared at yours as if daring him to argue.

“You’ve had enough. No one else gets to touch her.” His tone was dangerously low, sending a clear message.

The masseuse stammered, clearly unsure of how to respond, and Kid wasted no time in standing up, shoving the men out and slamming the door behind him as if he owned this place.

“I’ll handle this.” he muttered as he walked back to you.

“You? Give me a massage?” you asked, half-amused, half-annoyed.

“Yeah, at leastthan I don't have to worry about someone else's hands on you,” he grumbled, but there was an unmistakable possessiveness in his voice and the way he pushed you down on the table again.

He made a rough attempt at a massage, his big hands pressing too hard in some places and too lightly in others. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Kid, you’re terrible at this.” you chuckled.

“Shut up,” he muttered, a bit embarrassed but trying to hide it.

“I’d rather be bad at it than let some other guy put his hands all over you.”

As Kid's attempt at giving you a massage ended in rough, mismatched pressure, you couldn’t resist a grin. His hands may have been strong, but subtlety clearly wasn’t his strength.

“Y’know,” you said, biting your lip to suppress a giggle, “if you’re this bad at it, maybe next time I should ask Killer to come with me. I’m sure he’d be much better at—"

Before you could finish, Kid’s hands froze on your back. You instantly felt the shift in the air, his entire presence bristling. Slowly, he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

“You wanna repeat that?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.You laughed, unbothered by his tone.

“I’m just saying, Killer’s got those calm, steady hands, y’know? Might be more suited for something delicate like this.”

Kid turned you around so fast you nearly fell off the table, his intense crimson eyes locked on yours.

“I dare you to ask him,” he said, a wicked smirk creeping onto his lips. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing after I show you what happens when you tease me.”

Your heart skipped at his challenge, but you couldn’t help the playful glint in your eyes.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Without another word, Kid pounced. His fingers found your sides, and before you could protest, he started tickling you mercilessly. Your laughter rang out through the room as you squirmed beneath his relentless assault, trying and failing to get away from his grasp

.“Still thinking about asking Killer?” Kid taunted, smirking as you struggled to breathe between fits of laughter.

"Okay, okay! I give up!” you gasped, tears of laughter streaming down your face. “I was kidding! I’ll stick with you!”

Satisfied, Kid finally let up, grinning smugly as you lay there, catching your breath, your bare chest heaving unevenly.

He stood over you, his hands resting on the sides of the table, looking down at you with a half-smirk, half-glare.

“You think teasing me like that is funny, huh?” he muttered, leaning down closer to your face.

You lifted your chin, challenging him, still grinning despite the heat building in the room.

“It was kind of funny, actually. You get all fired up over nothing.”

Kid’s eyes darkened, the playful teasing replaced with something more intense.

“You think it’s nothing?” he growled, voice low, and before you could say another word, his metal hand shot out, grabbing your wrists firmly, pinning them down to the table.

You blinked in surprise, your heart rate quickening as you tried to pull your arms down. “Kid—”

“Shut up,” he snapped, his grip tightening slightly, his voice gravelly with frustration. “If you want to tease me, you better be ready to deal with the consequences.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your skin. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you, but instead, his lips brushed your ear as he whispered,

“I’m not going to let anyone think they can take what’s mine.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the heat between you both escalating.

“What are you gonna do, huh?” you challenged, your pulse racing from the tension that had shifted from playful to something far more charged.

Kid’s lips curled into a smirk. “I don’t take kindly to people messing with me. And you…” He trailed his fingers along the curve of your jaw, down your neck, making your breath catch again.

“You’re going to learn what happens when you get me riled up.”

His lips finally found yours, but it wasn’t gentle—he kissed you hard, passionately, pulling you closer, his other hand now sliding down your body to grasp your waist. You felt his grip, possessive and heated, as if he wanted to claim you in every way possible.

Kid’s grip tightened on your waist, clearly going to leave bruises, his eyes darkening with a dangerous intensity.

“Let me make this clear,” Kid said, his voice steady but with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “You think I’m some fool who’s just gonna let you walk around, teasing me like I’m nothing to you? You’re wrong.”

"Kid…” you started, but he shook his head.

“No,” he cut you off, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw, his touch still rough, but now with an undeniable sense of control. “This time, you pushed me too far. You wanted to get a rise out of me, now you’re going to deal with the consequences.”

Before you could respond, he moved quickly, his body pressing against yours with an almost predatory force. You felt the heat radiating from him as he leaned down, lips brushing your ear again, sending sparks down your body.

“I don’t like being tested,” Kid continued, his voice a deep growl, “and you’ll learn what happens when I get serious.” His hands moved down to your hips, pulling you closer, his grip possessive, like he was marking his territory.

Kid’s breath was hot against your neck as he nipped and bit at the sensitive skin there, making you shudder in response.

“Don’t think for a second you can just walk away unscathed,” Kid murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. “I’m gonna remind you who’s in charge here.”

His hand moved expertly over your body, and you could feel his muscles tense with each touch, his every movement sending electric sparks through your skin. This wasn’t the same playful teasing anymore—this was Kid asserting himself in the way only he knew how, showing you that no one else could take what was his.

He pulled your body closer to the edge of the table, your feet tangling over it, his body completely covering yours as he pinned you against the soft surface. The tension between you both was suffocating, but it was intoxicating too. The kind of heat that made everything else disappear, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the intensity of his touch.

The mix of his dominance and the overwhelming sense of his presence left you speechless. His hands slid down your body slowly, deliberately, as if every touch was meant to remind you of his control.

"I’m not gonna let anyone else take what’s mine,” he repeated, his voice rough. “And you’re not going to forget that anytime soon.”

Your breath hitched as you felt his hand on your thigh, slowly moving higher and higher. The pressure was deliberate, each movement making your heart race faster, your body betraying your mind's attempt to resist. Kid’s fingers were warm and firm against your skin, and with every inch they moved upward, you could feel the tension building inside you.

“Kid...” you whispered, your voice barely audible, caught between defiance and desire. The air between you two was thick with unspoken things, and you felt it in the way his touch sent a shock through you, every nerve sparking to life.

You tried to move, to shift away or push him off, but his metallic hand didn't let go of your wrists and sonthey remaind pinned above your head with ease, his strength not giving you a chance to escape.

“You started this, remember? Now you’re gonna see it through.”

His fingers finally reached the hem of the towel, and you froze, your body caught between the heat of wanting more and the fear of what it meant. With a swift movement he ripped the towel from you the air against your bare skin making you shiver.

You could feel the weight of his hands on you, the possessiveness and power in every movement, and your body responded without hesitation, the need for him growing stronger.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” Kid’s voice was low, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down, his lips grazing your neck.

His hands never stopped, always moving, always inching closer to the edge of what you knew you wanted

You bit your lip, the moment stretching as Kid’s intense gaze met yours. There was no hesitation this time, no second-guessing. His hand was still dangerously close to where you needed him, and you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, a mix of excitement and anticipation that made your head spin. Every inch of you screamed for him to keep going

Kid’s lips twisted into a smirk, the dark glint in his eyes flaring with something that made your pulse race.

Without a second thought, Kid's hand brushed over your folds pushing you closer to the edge, his touch searing you with every movement. Before pushing at first one finger than another inside you, guiding you to follow his rhythm. It was like he knew exactly what you needed—and exactly how far to push.

His finger moved with purpose, the weight of his touch making your head spin. He pressed against you, his body heat engulfing you entirely, leaving no space between you. You were lost in the sensation of his lips on your skin, his fingers moving at a maddening pace claiming you in ways that felt raw and liberating all at once

The teasing, the slow build-up—it was all too much. Every touch, every move of his fingers, made your body ache in ways you couldn’t control. You could feel yourself becoming undone, your mind clouded with desire, your body trembling in anticipation of what you knew he could give you.

Kid, though, didn’t relent. His fingers were driving you crazy while his lips were grazing your skin in a maddeningly slow rhythm, drawing out each second until you were sure you might snap. His smirk only deepened at the sight of your desperation, his gaze flickering between your face and the way your body reacted to every inch of his touch. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed more.

"Kid..." You gasped as his lips found your nipple biting down on it, your voice breaking as you squirmed beneath him, desperate for him to do something—anything. The teasing had pushed you too far, and now the pressure in your chest, the heat in your body, was unbearable.

"Please…"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how you were falling apart. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Please, what?" he asked, his voice rough, like he was barely keeping it together himself.

You whimpered at the sound of his voice—so demanding, so confident.

It made your chest tighten in anticipation. The control he held over you, the way he was teasing you to the brink, was driving you insane. You needed him, needed him to stop holding back, to stop making you beg.

"I can’t take it any longer."

Kid chuckled darkly, the sound of it sending a wave of heat through your body. His fingers continued its maddening path, slowly, so slowly, that every inch felt like an eternity. He could see the desperation in your eyes, hear it in your voice, and he was loving every second of it.

"You're such a mess," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

"And it's all because of me."

You moaned, tilting your head back, giving him more access to your throat, unable to control the sounds escaping your lips. And suddenly he pulled his fingers out of you. His hand finally cupped the side of your thigh, gripping it firmly, pulling you even closer, the pressure between you two building.

"You're begging now," Kid said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled off the towel around his waist and aligned himself between your legs. "You want me to finish what I started, don’t you?"

You nodded frantically, your body aching, your chest tight with desire.

"Yes," you breathed, "please. Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t—"

But before you could finish, you felt his cock push inside you and Kid’s lips were on yours again, cutting off your moans as he kissed you deeply, fiercely, as if he was trying to take every bit of you with him.

His hands were everywhere now, his touch more urgent, more demanding, making you forget everything except the feeling of his body against yours. The teasing was over. You were past the point of no return. His thrusts became rougher more demanding as you arched your back your whole body on fire now.

You were moaning and screaming his name as you felt him release himself inside of you only for you to follow him with your own orgasm.

Kid pulled back slightly, his smirk returning as he studied your face, your expression wild with need.

"I told you," he said, his voice low and serious, "you'd be begging for more. And now, look at you."

“Next time, keep your teasing to a minimum,” he warned, voice rough. “Or I’ll remind you just how serious I can get.”

You stared up at him, eyes wide still panting but smirking.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both,” Kid growled, his voice dripping with possessive intent as he pulled you closer again, not giving you a chance to respond.

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therosebud · 6 months ago

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Welcome to Sims 4 Romance Reef Challenge!

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If you struggle to stay focused on legacy challenges or any grind-heavy tasks, this challenge is perfect for you. The aim here is to create drama and have fun!

This challenge is inspired by the TV show “Love Island” but with a twist and you do not have to have seen Love Island to enjoy this challenge. However, if you're curious, I recommend watching the Australian or UK versions, as they tend to be funnier and more unfiltered than the American one.

Thank you to the EA Creator Network for giving me early access to create content for you.

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Download the Notion Template on My Patreon

I've created a Patreon for those interested in downloading the Notion template to keep track of all your islanders and progress. Notion is an online organization tool with a Pinterest-like aesthetic. My template provides a layout of the rules and space to detail each Islander. It's not necessary, but it's here if you want it.

For fans of my throwback save file, I will also be re-uploading the save there as it’s more reliable than Sims Share. Thank you for your support over the years on my YouTube channel and other socials. I hope you all enjoy the challenge!

Villa Video Update: If you aren't a builder Don't worry because I will update this post when I upload my speed build of my own villa for you to use. In that video I will also talk about the challenge rules. In the meantime, feel free to build your own or use the gallery to update a villa.

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Initial Islanders: 4 female Sims and 4 male Sims ready to be placed in the villa. They can have any traits, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs, but no skills to keep it fair.

Bombshells: An extra 2 to 4 female Sims and 2 to 4 male Sims in a separate household. These "bombshells" are ready to join and shake things up when needed. They can have traits, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs, but no skills to keep it fair.

Optional Extra:

💡If you want to be extra, you can register all of them with the labor union and use that space to write out a bio for each Sim, but it isn’t necessary.

💡 If you really want to shake things up you could make each sim have a distinct style. For example, one can be cottagecore, sporty, old money, alternative, beachy, urban, witchy, academia, Barbie, outdoorsy, etc. Here’s a list for ideas.

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Bedroom: One large bedroom with 4 double beds for couples. (And a couple extra single beds if someone gets left out.)

Bathrooms: Multiple shower and bathroom stalls upstairs and additional bathrooms near the gym and pool.

Upper Balcony: Equipped with sun loungers and couches.

Kitchen and Sitting Area: Spacious kitchen and indoor sitting area.

Sundeck: Features a large couch and firepit for eliminations and coupling ceremonies.

Outdoor Kitchen: Includes a barbecue and large bar area.

Dance Floor: Designated area for dancing.

Gym and Yoga Area: Semi-outdoor/indoor setup for exercise and yoga.

Swimming Pool: Large pool area.

Hot Tub or Onsen: Relaxation area with a hot tub or onsen.

Skill Challenge Room: Empty space like a basement to host skill challenges.

Buffet Tables and Drink Trays: Available for parties and events.

Victor Suite: Locked except when won by a gameplay challenge winner. Includes high-end objects like a computer (the only one in the house), spa massage table, fancy tub, and bed.

Secluded Date Area: Gated area to control access for private dates.

Iconic Pathway: Long pathway for eviction ceremonies.

Extras: Poohoo bush, closets, woohoo blankets, and optionally a photo booth for added fun.

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You don’t have to play with mods, these are my recommendations.

UI Cheats: Allows you to view exact relationship points by clicking the "set relationship" button under each sim's romantic relationships.

First Impressions Mod: Provides detailed explanations of sims' initial impressions.

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Weather Settings: Turn off rain, thunderstorms, snow, and blizzards in the game menu. Set seasons to the longest possible duration. Start the game in summer for a Love Island vibe.

Aging: Pause aging to preserve the contestants' ages for post-challenge play.

Free Will: Keep free will turned on to allow sims autonomy in their actions. Micro-manage only for needs; let them pretty much choose their interactions, friendships, and rivalries. The exception of the rule is if you are trying to get everyone in one area to start a gameplay challenge. But make sure you turn it back on after everyone is on their gameplay station. I recommend giving them a few hours to complete the challenge depending on what it is of course. Keep track of the order of who finishes (or stopped) the quickest.

World's: I recommend playing in Sulani or Tartosa for this challenge but the new world Ciudad Emamorada would work too (beware the villa would have to be smaller in that world though.) However, feel free to do this in any world you want but it’s best to play it in the summer season.

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Utilize the in-game calendar system to structure your Love Island challenge. Each round typically spans 4-7 days, depending on your desired pace. Here are the key daily events to plan for:

Private Date Day: Select two or three couples to enjoy a private date in a special area of the villa or off-lot.

Gameplay Challenge Day: Determine the strongest and weakest islanders through skill challenges or quality assessments. The islander with the lowest quality item or skill percentage within a time limit of around 2- 4 in game hours, will risk elimination if they lack significant relationships.

Chaos Spin Day: Introduce random events to stir up drama and unpredictability among the contestants.

Coupling and Elimination Day: Held in the evening on the last day of each round. Contestants dress in formal or party wear for the ceremony. After the first elimination, the gender with numerical advantage chooses their partner first. Those without partners face elimination. Re-coupling may occur if islanders form closer bonds during the round.

"Bombshells": Introduce 4-8 additional sims (evenly split by gender) sporadically in each round to shake up dynamics. Morning of the date day in each round is ideal for their arrival, allowing them to participate in that day’s events.

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On the first day, your goal is to have everyone meet and interact in the villa. Here’s how to get started:

Equal Numbers: Begin with an even number of males and females to form 4 couples in total.

Numbering Sims: Number each sim from 1-8 for easy reference during wheel spins.

Lovestruck Expansion: If you have the Lovestruck expansion, observe the sentiments and dynamics as the islanders interact. Pair up those with stronger connections.

Initial Dates: Start the day with a few different dates. Roll for the number of current islanders to determine who goes on dates. If a new islander or “bombshell” is entering, they will get the date. Choose their date based on sentiments, attraction, and relationship levels.

Natural Relationships: Let relationships develop naturally. Avoid interfering, but you can offer slight encouragement if you notice two sims flirting. The challenge’s fun lies in the organic unfolding of relationships.

⭐️ Keep the first day focused on introductions and initial connections to set the stage for the rest of the challenge!

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Setting Up Private Dates

Use a number roller from 1-8 (or the current number of islanders). The chosen number gets to pick their date based on:

- Attraction system

- In-game sentiments/dynamics

- First interaction

Date Execution:

Unlock the gate for the couple to access the private date area, or teleport them in.

Bombshells:

When a new bombshell arrives, they get 1-2 dates to decide who they want to couple up with.

Limit the total number of dates to 3 per day. For example, a bombshell can have up to two dates, and you can still have one date among current islanders.

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Suggested Skills for Challenges:

- Candle Making

- Cooking

- Painting

- Cross Stitching

- Gemology

- Knitting

- Woodworking

- Flower Arranging

- Media Production

- Mixology

- Nectar Making

- Fitness

- Yoga

- Rock Climbing

- Fishing

- Guitar

- Violin

- Pipe organ

- Juice fizzing

Here’s a list to spin for skill competitions

Challenge Outcomes:

- Winner: The islander with the best quality item, highest skill, timed score (depending on the skill chosen or combo of those) wins a night in the victor suite. They can invite their partner or someone else for added drama. If an unpartnered sim wins, they get a chance to invite someone and potentially steal a partner.

- Loser: The islander with the lowest quality item or skill point is at risk of leaving if they don't form significant relationships by the coupling ceremony. If it comes down to two sims, the one who lost the challenge leaves.

Tips:

☑️ Place skill-related items around the house or in a special skill room to allow sims to use them autonomously. This ensures fairness when spinning for the next challenge.

☑️ Don’t force sims to gain skills; let them choose to do so on their own. Any skill points they gain is all fair game for when it’s time for a gameplay challenge.

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This day is just to keep you on your toes. The randomness will make your experience more customized and help you determine who is good with whom. I numbered these so you can use a number randomizer to determine which one you get for today.

⭐️ You do not have to read all 45 of them right now if you don’t want to. You may skip to the elimination section.

1. Use a number randomizer to determine which girls are getting into a fight today.

2. Use a number randomizer to determine which boys are going to fight today.

3. The couple with the lowest romance is fighting today.

4. The couple with the highest romance is fighting today.

5. Someone in the couple with the lowest romance is getting cheated on today.

6. Someone in the couple with the highest romance is getting cheated on today.

7. An old villager comes back for a day to cause some drama among a couple.

8. Get some activity tables; we’re doing a group puzzle.

9. Everyone gets on the yoga mats for a yoga class.

10. Throw a party of your choice; this can include villagers who have been voted out.

11. An islander of choice must get close with another islander outside their couple.

12. A massage therapist is hired for everyone today.

13. We get a slip and slide for today.

14. We get a couple of bowling alleys for today.

15. Tanning and beach combing day (if you are in Sulani or Tartosa).

16. Use a number randomizer (1-8) to give a sim 1+ skill points for free to use in the next challenge day.

17. Use a randomizer to determine who’s being messy today and woohooing with two different sims.

18. A couple of choice gets a date alone today; a couple with the lowest romance gets a chance to work on their relationship via a date alone.

19. A couple with the highest romance gets a date alone today.

20. Everyone plays a game of basketball.

21. Everyone has to skill up one point, but they each have to do a different skill from one another (and, of course, skills used for competitions).

22. The losers and winners of the last gameplay challenge day go head-to-head in a redo of the competition.

23. A new bromance occurs today.

24. It’s just me and the girls. Two girls get to be friends today.

25. A friendship occurs between a male and female who aren’t attracted to each other.

26. Everyone makes a friendship bracelet.

27. Throw a house party.

28. Throw a dance party.

29. Throw a pool party.

30. A sudden death occurs. You must kill off a sim; roll from 1-8 to determine who dies.

31. An engagement?! Roll 1-8 to see who’s getting engaged with their current coupled-up partner.

32. Tanning! Everyone just works on their tan today. (Maybe an enemy sabotages someone’s tan.)

33. Get a photo studio; let’s take some pictures for the house.

34. Everyone plays a card game.

35. We take everyone to another lot.

36. Take all of the girls to another lot.

37. Take all of the boys to another lot.

38. A double elimination occurs. The two people with the lowest gameplay challenge score go home.

39. They’re back! A female player that was voted out comes back for the next round.

40. They’re back! A male player that was voted out comes back for the next round.

41. Drama! Three islanders go on a date together in hopes of two coupling up.

42. Use the woohoo blanket.

43. Everyone plays darts or foosball.

44. Use a number randomizer to determine who’s getting a secret lover on Cupid’s corner outside of the household.

45. Throw a costume party and have everyone wear a random outfit from the costume trunk.

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The first elimination is based purely on the islander who loses the initial challenge, because not everyone might of made a romantic connection yet.

All other eliminations will be based on who has the lowest relationship(s) and ranking in gameplay challenge.

Set up challenge stations in a large room, like a basement.

Randomize the gameplay challenges for a fun and unpredictable experience. Choose skills that produce items with a quality rating or judge by the highest skill points achieved in a set time.

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Observing Interactions:

Pay attention to Sims naturally interacting, especially if they're already coupled but start talking or flirting with others.

If two Sims start being flirty around each other alone often, you can nudge the relationship by having them flirt once or twice to see if they will keep it going.

Recoupling:

A Sim might choose to recouple if their bond with another Sim grows stronger.

In a love triangle, the Sim that has the least connections (romantic and friend wise) and ranked the lowest among in the gameplay challenges, is the one that will be eliminated.

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Let Cheating Happen: If a Sim cheats, let it play out naturally. Don't intervene in saving Sims if they die; it's part of the challenge. Butlers or maids can be hired to manage the cleaning.

No Careers at the start: None of the Sims should have a career initially. However, you can write them a bio if desired.

Adapt as Needed: If you don’t have a certain pack for a skill or activity, replace it with something you do have.

Managing Needs: Assign a bedtime to ensure needs are met. In the morning, control them to shower and eat. The first Sim up makes breakfast unless you have a hired butler or maid.

Encourage Flirting: It's okay to make Sims flirt or chat generally whenever you like, but for new romances, only initiate flirting once or twice to get things started. Do this only if you notice Sims getting flirty around each other often, as Sims usually won't start a romance autonomously without a mod. After that, don't intervene. If the romance doesn't progress, it wasn't meant to be. Follow their social cues and wants to let you know who they like.

Unlimited Funds: This challenge isn’t about money, so feel free to use the "rosebud" cheat as much as you like. 😉

Rewards: The winners could win the villa and you can renovate it in their style. Alternatively, use them in another challenge.

Questions and Feedback: If you need any clarifications, feel free to ask. If you try out this challenge, tag me! Use the #ts4romanticreef

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lev1hei1chou · 10 months ago

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Monopoly

Gojo x reader ft. Nanami, Yuji and Megumi Genre: Fluff Words: 575 Synopsis: Gojo and the gang play monopoly Masterlist

It was a cozy evening at your and Gojo's apartment, and you had invited Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, and Kento Nanami for a casual game night. Little did you know that when Monopoly came out, chaos was about to unfold.

The game board was set up on the coffee table, money neatly stacked, and everyone promptly took their places around the board. Satoru, ever the enthusiastic one, couldn't contain his excitement.

"All right, you guys! Let the games begin!" Gojo announced with a dramatic flair, his vibrant eyes gleaming.

Nanami, as always, was calm and collected, his stern expression hinting at the seriousness he would bring to this seemingly innocent game. Megumi and Yuji were ready for the challenge, though it seemed that Yuji's eagerness might lead him into trouble.

The first rule was established by Gojo, of course. "Whoever rolls the highest gets to be my partner. And trust me, you want to be my partner."

Nanami raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. You rolled the dice first, and miraculously, you got a six. Gojo rolled next, and to everyone's disbelief, he also got a six.

"Looks like it's destiny, babe," Gojo winked, earning an eye-roll from Nanami.

As the game progressed, Gojo began introducing the most absurd rules. "If you land on my property, you owe me a massage. And if I land on yours, I get one. It's only fair, right?"

Nanami, having none of it, deadpanned, "We're here to play Monopoly, not engage in questionable transactions."

Meanwhile, Yuji was oblivious to Gojo's schemes, already planning how to spend his virtual millions. Gojo, seeing the opportunity, tried to convince Yuji to trade his prime properties for a mere railroad.

"Come on, Yuji, it's a special edition, super-fast, interdimensional railroad! Beats those boring streets any day!"

"Really?" the younger boy asked as if he believed Gojo's words.

Thankfully, Nanami and you intervened, saving Yuji from a potentially disastrous deal. Nanami sighed, "Stick to the rules, Itadori. Don't let him fool you."

But Gojo wasn't discouraged. He continued trying to implement new rules like "reverse rent," where the one landing on the property received money instead. His antics had everyone in splits, except for Nanami, who maintained his stoic demeanor.

As the game progressed, the tension rose. Gojo's fortune was fluctuating, and Nanami strategically acquired a Monopoly. Megumi silently amassed a small fortune, while Yuji struggled to understand the intricacies of trading.

At one point, Gojo suggested a rule that made everyone contribute money to a community chest for a group spa day. Nanami, unamused, said, "We're not here for spa days, Gojo. Let's focus on the game."

As the game neared its end, Megumi emerged as the silent powerhouse. He strategically bankrupted Gojo, acquired valuable properties, and built hotels with a poker face that rivaled Nanami's. Gojo, undeterred, proposed a last-minute rule change, but Nanami put his foot down.

"We're playing by the rules, Gojo. Accept your defeat gracefully."

In the end, it was Megumi who emerged victorious, much to everyone's surprise. Gojo, ever the sore loser, pouted for a moment before flashing a grin.

"Alright, alright, you win this time, Megumi. But next time, I'm bringing my own set of rules!"

Despite the absurdity and occasional frustration, the game night ended with laughter and camaraderie. As everyone bid their farewells, Gojo couldn't resist teasing one last time.

"Next time, we're playing strip Monopoly!"

Nanami sighed, "I think I'll pass on that one."

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gremlin-girly · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 28

Massage

Pairing: Masseuse!Ari Levinson x f!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, breast/nipple play, clit play/teasing, vaginal fingering, massage, improper use of massage oil lmao (pls read labels before use), voice kink/talking you through it (kinda), fully clothed vs partially clothed, praise kink, praise (good girl), petnames (sweetheart, baby) happy ending 😉, multiple orgasm, squirting

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or fed into an AI machine.

Summary: When you're gifted a massage package by your family to help you relax, you don't realise just how much you need to let go...

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Spas were never really your thing.

Being the resident stress-head of your family, taking time off or just relaxing in general was near-impossible.

So naturally, your family pitched in to get you an exclusive spa trip at the Brass Angel Hotel for your birthday full of luxury packages and facilities for you to enjoy. However, you being you, you were busy fretting about your home, and your job, to fully relax.

Aroma therapy made your head hurt. The free meditation class had you spiralling silently as a woman in hotel branded yoga pants and polo annoyingly dinged a triangle beside her very monotonous instructions. The only thing you had enjoyed so far from the services provided was the mud face mask; until the following morning your skin broke out in a red rash.

You were beginning to think you were allergic to relaxing.

By the third day of your trip, and second dose of antihistamines, you only had one treatment booked at the end of the day; a full body massage. From the booklet you'd been given on the first day, it outlined several massage packages to choose from, from deep tissue to hot stone.

Following the instructions, or moreso the warning, that came with your package; you undressed behind a screen, left clad in only your panties and a white fluffy towel one of the freakishly happy reception staff handed to you. You don't notice that the masseuse has entered until you step out catching you so off guard you yell in surprise.

You clap a hand over your mouth immediately and he holds up his hands in surrender, looking equally as shocked as you. He was tall, almost comically so, with broad shoulders and a muscled frame hidden beneath the periwinkle cotton polo uniform of the spa and a full hickory beard that matched a mane of hair. He was gorgeous.

"I'm so sorry," you gasp. "I didn't know you were there."

"Don't be. Rachel is supposed to tell me when a client is in the room so this exact thing doesn't happen." He sighs and offers you a sheepish grin. "I'm Ari, I'll be you masseuse for today."

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Ari walks you through everywhere he plans to touch from the top of your neck to the tips of your toes. However, it's very difficult to pay attention when Hercules is stood before you, describing in agonisingly seductive detail what he's about to do to you. Somehow, you're beginning to regret not doing the massage first.

"Feeling a little pain is normal but it's good pain."

"Good pain?" You raise an eyebrow at him. "That seems like an oxymoron."

"Depends on who you ask." He says simply that flirtatious grin still plastered on his face. Your face flares red and Ari chuckles. "Look, if it's too much you can tap out at anytime and I'll tone it down."

"Alright." You sigh and Ari makes a sweeping gesture to the massage table. You grip the top of your towel to secure it as you crawl awkwardly onto the table, placing your face into the oval gap.

"I'm going to have to move your towel." Ari says. "May I?"

"Sure." You say a little too nervously for your liking. You barely feel Ari's hands fold the soft towel down your back, your ass barely covered. You breathe out quietly, thankful Ari can't see or hear you.

"I'm going to start at your neck and work my way down, okay?" You can here the shake of a bottle as you give a quiet yes. You still jump when Ari's warm, large hands find placement on either side of your of your neck. However, as soon as his soft, oiled hands begin working at your tense muscles, your eyes flutter closed and you sigh.

"So," Ari says after a few moments, fingers gliding over your shoulder blades. "How has your spa experience been so far?"

Melting into the table, you begin detailing the last two days of your so-called relaxing trip; enjoying every hum of acknowledgement Ari makes as he kneads your flesh on your left shoulder. He was right about it being a good pain and he was damn good with his hands; although, perhaps because he was so deliciously attractive your brain thought his skills were better than they really were. The velvety feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, following the contours of your body had you fighting to focus on talking and not thinking about filthy things. The cherry on top of your spa retreat would be to make a fool of yourself in front of a hot masseuse.

Ari chuckles when you recount your mud mask incident. "You've not had much relaxation then."

"You're telling me." You huff as Ari moves around to your right side, mimicking the movements he had done on the left. "If I hear one more whale song I think I might just go insane."

Ari snorts and you can't help but feel a little triumphant.

"What's it like to work here?" You ask, staring at his shoes. Awfully big.... "Bet you meet all kinds of characters."

"Eh," Ari presses down and pushes his interlaced hands up the right side of your spine. "I'm not here much. It's temp work for me but I agree that the forced relaxation can be a bit...much."

He begins to work at your shoulder and you hum happily as the muscles melt beneath his fingers. But then the pain begins to increase and you frown trying to concentrate on forming your next sentence.

"What do you - oohh - want to do?" You manage to puff out, a gentle moan slipping past your lips until you clamp them shut. The pain doesn't increase but it's barely tolerable and you try to take deep breaths.

"I have a job with a friend of mine. We're going to be-"

Ari's thumb presses against the tightest part of a knot in your shoulder causing you to interrupt him with a loud, breathy curse. Embarrassment rushes you and you immediately begin to apologise.

"Don't apologise." Ari says, continuing to work the knot making you squeak as you fight for your life holding back moans of good-pain pleasure. "Unless you'd like me to stop?"

You contemplate it for a moment but you don't really want to cut your time with Ari short.

"N-no. Keep going." You stammer out, clearing you throat. "Please."

"Sure thing. Remember to tell me if it's too much and you don't need to hold back any...sounds."

Your cheeks burn and you stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together; you know damn well he's smiling.

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Who knew that the soles of your feet also needed massaging? You hadn't.

And by God did it feel fantastic.

Ari's hands worked magic as he made his way around each muscle, lavishing them with precise attention. By the time he'd reached your legs you were jelly on the table, humming and moaning with delight freely in between conversation.

"Okay, now for your thighs." Ari says, his hands running up the backs of your thighs, once, twice before moving back down to the back of your knees. Focusing on the left leg first he begins his kneading process before stopping midway up the thigh when his hand brushes with of your inner thighs and you tense.

"You're gonna have to open them wider for me." His voice is lower than before, quieter, and you hate that you feel a rush of heat at his words when he's just doing his job.

"Um sure." You wiggle your legs not even a millimetre wider and you hear Ari's rumbling chuckle again.

"Wider, sweetheart."

You do as instructed and open them wider, ignoring the sweet pet name on his tongue and how you can feel an already prominent damp patch grow in your panties. You can feel your heart thud against the leather of the table and pray that Ari can't hear it as he works his way upwards to the curve of your ass, barely covered by the towel. His fingers graze the sensitive skin of you inner thigh, tantalisingly close to your aching pussy, when they press down hard making you groan.

Your thigh muscle tingles under his touch, his other hand under the swell of your ass almost holding you steady. The thought of what his hands would be in bed crosses your mind; thick, strong fingers that can expertly draw groans from you should also be able to draw moans just as easily.

You push the thought away quickly whilst Ari works away at you for another ten agonising minutes, while you jump and squeak when he rubs at your inner thighs.

"Alright," Ari says taking a step back from the table. You take this as the cue that you're done and you start to lift your head but Ari continues. "That's your back done. You'll need to turn over."

"Turn over?!" You squeak, feeling the drape of the towel over your back again. You strain your neck to look at Ari who's smiles warmly down at you with a nod.

"You can't get half a massage." He points out and you feel a wave of stupidity flood you for a moment. "But I will need to get to your pecs so um..."

Ari shrugs and clears his throat. "I will be touching the top part of your chest so you'll need to drape the towel or we can forgo them all together."

"Right." You say dumbly and swallow when his blue eyes keep looking at you, waiting for a full answer. "I'll just... drape the towel?"

Sensing your nervousness, Ari holds up his hands in surrender. "How about I start from the bottom this time? Thighs then arms then chest. That way you have plenty of time to decide properly."

"Sounds good to me." You try for a smile and you just about swoon when Ari gives you that cheeky grin back.

"Great. I'll turn around so you can get ready."

"Mmhmm."

You push yourself up, taking a moment to admire the span of Ari's toned back under the company polo as he looks at the wall, before shuffling yourself onto your back carefully and adjusting your towel. Keep your head up so it doesn't fall through the small hole, you notify Ari that you're done. He turns and smiles before plugging the hole with a matching foam piece so you can lie back comfortably once again. You don't jump this time when Ari's warm hands start to work at the topside of your thighs and continue with your easy chit chat.

"Do you get many weirdos asking for massages?" You ask the cieling.

"Plenty." Ari says while drawing tight circles into your supple flesh.

You're thinking about how it'd feel to have those circles drawn on your clit and can't help but feel like one of the weirdos you just asked about.

"Lots of people ask for happy endings." He adds quietly. Your clit twitches and your force yourself to stay still as a flush blossoms up your neck and cheeks.

"O-oh?" You swallow your spit, throat suddenly dry, and lift your head enough to peek at him.

Big mistake.

There's Ari, focused on manipulating the flesh of your thigh, looking gorgeous and when moves to the bottom of the table his eyes flash briefly and he smiles. Your horniness skyrockets. It looks like he's about to crawl between your legs and bury his face between your thighs.

But then he moves around to the next thigh and you try to hide your disappointment by reading the labels of the various lotions and oils advertised for sale on the shelves.

"Women more than men." He says nonchalantly beginning the same process on your other leg.

"I'm actually not all that surprised." You say, eyeing up a vanilla scented lotion.

Ari's hands work in tandem as he looks up to give you another panty-dropping smile. "Really? What makes you say that?"

Because you're hot.

"Uhhh..." You scramble to think of anything answer but the above settling for a flirtatious comment that has you inwardly cringing instead. "Well, you're not half bad with those hands."

Ari's grin widens and he pushes a down on a tightly wound knot and you hiss out a groan. "Not half bad, huh?"

You manage a smile through the ache in your thigh. "Not half bad at all."

The rest of the topside massage is quick. Ari's work on your arms is a lot faster, albeit more painful at your biceps. When he reaches your chest, for the first time throughout your massage you notice he hesitates.

"I'm gonna touch here now." He says quietly, his fingers barely brushing the skin of your chest. Your breathing hitches and your nipples brush against the thick fluffy towel. "Tell me of it gets too much or if you want me to stop."

"Okay." You respond airily as his fingers push down where the hardness of your ribs meets the softness of your breast, kneading small circles into the tissue. You sigh with delight, both hating and loving the sensation he can pull from you.

"Feeling okay?" Ari asks with a smirk, oily drawing patterns across the swell of your breasts. From your laboured breaths your towel has moved down a little and Ari is using that to his advantage, squeezing at your supple flesh. His hands are dangerously close to your nipples and you're sure he knows that he's melted your brain.

"Yeah," you puff out, half lidded. "Feels nice."

"Do you want me to continue?" He's looking at you expectantly, begging you to say yes.

And you do.

"Yes." You murmur, barely recognising your own voice. Ari whips the towel away from you, exposing your panty-clad body to the room and you fight the urge to squeak and throw your arms over yourself. Glancing to Ari with burning cheeks, your heart jackhammers when you see the hungry look he's giving you, his slick hands cupping your breasts as he watches your expression.

"Remember what I said before, sweetheart," He says lowly, groping and squeezing at your tender flesh, letting your breasts slip through his hands, once, twice, thrice.

You're trying to focus on his words but the way your hard nipples brush against his soft, oiled palms, you're practically putty in his hands.

"W-what was that?" You half whimper, swallowing your moans in your throat, and peering up at Ari who's blue eyes dance with desire and warmth.

Although gentle, there's a definite pinch to both of your hardened peaks that make you gasp a moan.

"Don't hold back any of those pretty sounds you want to make," He murmurs, leaning closer over you. "I want to hear them all."

His beard is soft just like you imagined when his lips brush yours, his hands still busy groping and massaging your tits.

"Still feels good, doesn't it?" Ari murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours as he breaks the kiss.

Your chest heaves as you try to suck in a breath. "Mmhmm."

Another pinch, less gentle and a little more reprimanding that makes you groan. The intensity of his stare, the magnetic field surrounding you both since you entered the room finally coming to a head.

"I need to hear your words, princess."

One hand remains on your right tit, pinching and squeezing it gently intermittently, while the other reaches down between your legs to find with your clit over the damp cotton of your panties.

"Y-yes it still feels good. Oh fuck," The instant Ari's finger drags along your bundle of nerves you gasp loudly but it doesn't deter Ari's exploration. He presses down and draws tight circles, grinning devilishly as you writhe at his touch.

"That's right baby, you're doing so well." He praises, hooking your panties to the side and dragging a finger through your arousal, and bring it back to your clit.

It's all too much and all too little all at once. There's so much attention being lavished on your relaxed body that you can't think clearly. Ari's hands work in tandem so expertly that you know your thoughts about him being good in bed earlier were correct. The fact that his voice, both soothing and strained, is showering you with praises as he guides you through your first orgasm of the night.

"That's it, you're doing so well sweetheart. Cum for me, just like that."

You have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from yelling out as Ari's index finger strums against your clit quickly, occasionally slipping between your folds to gather more hot slick before continuing to prolong your pleasure.

"I've got you," Ari says quietly when your hands grip the sides of the massage table hard, your orgasm teetering on that blissful edge. "You can let go for me. You can do that for me can't you beautiful?"

Ari takes advantage of your limp relaxed form to nudge your legs wider, fingers dipping into your soaked cunt and you spasm around them, choking on your breath as Ari rips a second orgasm from you. You push yourself onto your elbows, legs splaying wider still as Ari's fingers find your sweet spot and move against it; massaging like they'd done to the rest of your muscles. Your legs writhe beneath you, the pleather of the table squeaking beneath your grip as yet another orgasm rushes towards you. Ari releases his hand that was focused on your tits, moving it to the back of your neck to support you as his mouth finds yours.

Your mouths move together, Ari's tongue swiping at yours. You're lost in him. You bring your hands to his shoulders, bunching the cotton shirt beneath them as you hold onto him for dear life, his thumb swiping at your clit as he swallows your moans of ecstasy like air. Your walls tighten around his fingers once more and you can only plead his name quietly like a prayer, your brain too lost in lust to form anything coherent.

"Go on, give me one more." Ari urges against your lips, nipping gently at your bottom lip. "I know you want to."

Floodgates release and your legs shudder as you cum hard over Ari's fingers, still pumping as you gush with a whimper. You'd feel more embarrassed if your body didn't feel utterly slack. Euphoric didn't even begin to cover it. Even as Ari's fingers slow and exit your cunt with a wet pop, your boneless body slumps against him as you pant for air. Ari holds you up with ease, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You're lucky you're my last client." He chuckles, his solid cock is visible through his cotton slacks as he grins down at you. "But now that you've had the taster, how about we head to your room for the full package?"

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scrubbinn · 2 months ago

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Mimic memoirs: The Spa

HRT month 22

Searching for date spots with Abi

Checking out a supposed local therian hotspot

Mayday pulled the car into the near empty strip mall. The entire building was mostly empty, save for about three rooms. Midwestern death is the term she would use to describe a place like this. It seemed to have, unfortunately, creeped into Hyper city at some point. The door in front of her was plastered in flyers and menus. All of them are fairly worn over years of use. Directly above the door and screwed into the concrete building were big, red, metal letters that read “massage.” Only the last three had maintained their neon glow, showing the age of the place.

“You said they have spa stuff, right? Abi said, stepping out of the car.

“Yep.” Mayday called back. “The website also included something called Therian massage. So I absolutely have to see what that's like.”

She had heard about this place from a few of the clients that passed through Erian's office. Far from being called popular, but any rumors of a location good to therians ended up spreading like wildfire eventually. She had to see for herself if they were true.

The pair pushed open the door with the bell hanging above, letting out a soft ring-a-ding. The inside was bathed in a soothing orange light. Flowering plants of all kinds were placed perfectly around the room and somehow made it feel bigger than it actually was. The sounds of soothing music and the ambiance of running water babbling through a creek with song birds singing their melodies. The calm vibes could only be described as immaculate. A small, old, human woman stood at the front desk. She had the smile of a sweet grandma that had just baked her grandchildren a fresh batch of oatmeal raisin cookies on a spring evening and radiated an aura that could put a blood raged werewolf at peace.

“Oh, hello! How are you lovely folk today? Do the two of you have an appointment here with us?”

Abi spoke for Mayday, “Yes, I'm here for the full spa treatment, and she's here for a massage.”

“Any preference on your caretaker's gender?” She asked.

Abi looked at Mayday, who simply shrugged.

“Guess not.” She said.

Mayday didn't have anything to say. To be honest, she was stunned. Most humans, especially the older ones, tend to look at her with some form of fear, disgust, and apprehension. But right now, she was being looked at with kindness. She was snapped out from her stupor as the old woman spoke again.

“You listed your species as a mimic on our website, correct? You'll have to wait for Lee then, he's our therian specialist. I'll leave you some water and a snack in case you get hungry.”

The woman walks to Mayday, placing a decorated glass cup of water and a small bowl of rice crackers.

She then turns to Abi. “Alrighty! Follow me, I'll take you to the spa room.”

The two of them walk to the back of the room and soon out of sight as they turn a corner. Mayday can only sit down in a nearby chair. She stared off into space, trying to figure out how she got here without saying a single word. Getting completely swept up in the conversation and having it suddenly end was something she wasn't used to, but it wasn't unpleasant. A fanged tendril peels off her arm and begins to eat the rice crackers. They were tasty.

After ten minutes had passed, a large younger man walked into the room. He stood nearly seven feet, and his hobby was probably working out every single day. His hands, though, looked incredibly soft. He wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweats. Perfect to immediately go for a 5k as soon as his shift ends.

“Mayday, right? Mimic? Follow me, I'll have to ask a few questions about your species. You don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable.” He said in such a sweet voice.

He walked to the back, motioning for Mayday to follow. As the two motioned through the hallway to the massaging bed, Mayday couldn’t help but notice the oddities in some rooms. All the chairs and beds were built with holes for a tail, what looks to be a grooming station you'd find in a farm, and what looked to be a modified taffy puller. It dawned on her that the reason half of the strip mall had empty buildings was because this place had purchased all of them and knocked out the walls.

The man named Lee saw the mimic's curiosity and smiled. “Dad made the puller, it took us a while to figure out how you massage a slime, and you especially have to be careful if they have a core, that's why we made a cup in the center there to keep it safe and attached while the rest of the body is pulled, and if the machine gets broken, then I've found that tossing them around like a pizza is a pretty good substitute!”

He laughed as he spun an imaginary pizza above his head. There's an earnest joy in his face as he talks about his craft.

“Your dad made it? Is this a family run business?” Mayday asked inquisitively

His smile grew even bigger. A millimeter more, and it would have threatened to pop off his face. “Yeah! Mom runs the financials and the front desk. Dad's an engineer and builds a lot of tools we need to use. And I'm in charge of studying new massage techniques for clients.”

He pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket and flips to a blank page. He begins to focus deeply on his writing before peering over to Mayday. “Do you have muscles? Bone structure? Organs?”

Mayday stammers out, “oh, uh… No but I could. No, but I could… Yes, but I could remove it, maybe. I haven't tried.”

She watches him eye the taffy massager, and she quickly speaks again. “If it's ok, I'd prefer a massage by hand.”

“Sure thing! Here's a standard room you can use. I'll be back later with some supplies. Is there anything you need right now before we start?”

Lee left the room at a lightning pace. Meanwhile, Mayday took the time to undress and get comfortable underneath the towel on the bed. A business run by a bunch of fast talking, fun having, family members. She almost felt a little dizzy with how fast things were moving. That, and she wasn't expecting them to be so nice. They seemed curious, yet kind. Despite ostensibly being completely human, they-

“Miss, are you ready for me to enter?” Lee called out from behind a curtain.

“Oh, yes, you can come in,” Mayday called back.

He entered the room with a bucket containing some heated rocks and warm oils. He pulled back the towel just a bit to examine what exactly he was working with. Fibrous strings that seem to shift and fold through itself. The consistency of soap. He writes down a few things in his notepad as he labels the top: Mimic, faux slime.

He sighs and talks in a reassuring voice. “I'm going to try a few things. Just let me know if anything feels too painful.”

Almost immediately, a sharp pain burts from Mayday’s back. She screams out, “STOP!”

Lee pulled his hands away as her back caved in and quickly closed like the mouth of some alien creature.

“Sorry! Sorry!” She spit out.

Mayday quickly turns her head around to make sure she didn't bite off a finger. She hoped no one else heard her. “I'm so sorry. It just really hurt.”

“No, don't worry. Believe it or not, this isn't the most dangerous thing I've done. Sorry for hurting you.” He spoke in a soft tone.

Mayday buried her face into the pillow in front of her and groaned, “Talk to me, please. I know that's not how you do things for massages, but I just need to keep my mind occupied. So that doesn't happen again.”

He looked surprised as the noise of his scribbling notes stopped. “Sure. I don't mind, really.”

He tried another massage method, and this time, it didn't cause Mayday to react badly. She can't help but let out a soft, positive groan that she quickly tries to cover up with a dialog. “So! What made you decide to come to Hyper city?”

He beams a stupid grin. “Family history, huh? Sure, I've been practicing my speech when we inevitably get written about in the papers. Our place used to be a lot smaller in America. The family line has always run the place since they first moved there from China. Me and my siblings were going to take over eventually. Though I originally wanted to become a veterinarian. We couldn't afford to run the place and pay for college. Then my sister told us about Hyper city. She heard about it from some online friends. She said we could live here and it'd make more money for the family. I probably should have guessed the other reason she wanted to move here when she chose her new name, Fang. Well, I have to give her credit. We'd probably lose the business if we didn't move here. That's basically it… You're sure this method is comfortable for you?”

Mayday takes a moment to compose herself and make sure she doesn't embarrass herself further. Soon enough, she spoke, “Yes it's fine. It honestly feels similar to when I used to be human getting a massage… Actually, that does make me think of another question. This place seems incredibly caring to therian needs. Is it because of Fang?”

He took a moment to structure his thoughts as he placed several heated stones on her. “Well, It's not like we haven't experienced our own discrimination living in America, and Fang is family. We listened when she explained what she was going through, and we loved her all the same when she started her own transition. It showed us all the accommodations therian aren't given yet… That's it.”

“That's it?” Mayday asked.

“Yep, that's your full body massage done!” He beamed.

“Oh. Right, sorry. Not used to it being over so quickly. But thank you. That was nice.”

“Of course! Customer satisfaction guaranteed! It's kind of like a puzzle if that's not rude to say. Finding the best ways to help each individual customer. I'm pretty good at it. We end up with a lot of therians as regulars. On one hand, it's good to keep this place afloat, but I can't help but be sad that they're probably only coming back because they have nowhere else to go for this sort of thing.”

For once, Lee's smile flips into a drooping frown, but only for a moment. Mayday couldn't help but see him as a buff golden retriever who didn't get his treat. But she wasn't here for sad stories and gave him a face asking if she could get some privacy.

He spoke after a bit. “Ack! You probably want to change. Sorry! I'll leave the room.”

Soon enough, Mayday was alone to dress back up. It really was short, but then again, it really was about as exhausting and pleasant as other massages she's had. Putting on her clothes, she met with the older woman and paid for her and Abi’s time here.

“Thank you for your time.” Mayday said.

“Anytime dear, here's your water.” The woman responded. “It will be a bit before your friend is done. Why don't you visit the tea store next door? It's run by my son.”

Mayday looked at Lee.

“My other son.”

Mayday shrugged. “Tea does sound nice. Thank you. This place seems nice. I'll have to come back here again.”

Mayday waved goodbye, mostly to Lee. He seemed like a really nice guy. Her wave continued as she walked out the parlor and turned to look for the tea shop. It wasn't difficult. The shop was so over decorated that one could be forgiven for not noticing the rest of the building attached to it. Was it just that the tea shop was doing so much better? Or perhaps the family was putting too much money into a passion project. The front was covered in vines with a patio right outside. The tables and door are surrounded by delightfully smelling plants. The large window revealed a massive series of shelves, all containing different spices and fruits for making custom blends. Mayday opened the door to get a better look inside.

The doorbell rang almost exactly the same way as the spa. The only person inside the store was definitely related to Lee. They might actually be twins, but where Lee was buff, tall, and had messy black hair. This person was a short bean pole with hair completely straight. He also wore a scowl so set in that imagining a smile on him was impossible. He turned to look at Mayday. He looked more closely at her than anyone else in the family.

On the table were only two objects besides the register. A framed picture and a morter and pestle. Inside it, Mayday found a color and smell that certainly didn't exist where she came from. It was incredibly calming, though.

“You here to order something?” He spoke in a grumpy tone.

Mayday sighed before putting on her customer face to deal with this sort of energy. “Just some earl grey and chamomile. I'd also take recommendations if you know any other good bedtime teas.”

She checked on the picture on the counter while the owner began sorting through bottles. It was a photo of Lee, what looks like a wolf therian and the tea shop owner. Carved into the wood frame were the names Lei, Fang, and Sheng. Mayday’s attention was placed on the wolf. The crude, almost fake looking fur and segmented lines moving down the body reminded her of something. No one but her would have been able to notice the distinct inaccuracies. The more she looked at it, the less it looked like a wolf. She turned her attention to Sheng.

“Is Fang a mimic?” She said with a sudden realization.

Sheng didn't say anything as he filled the tea packets. But his frown softened a bit. His mouth opened, but it took him a while to say anything.

“Y-yeah. She's gone now.”

“Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… it's just that we're both…”

“It's fine. It's been a while, and it's not anything bad. Just one day, she stopped being human and became herself. The crossroads, right? She passed it and after a while she disappeared from home. I'm not sure where she is, but she's scrappy. She'll survive. And she's happy out there. That thought keeps me going.”

Mayday started to reach out to comfort him, but she thought better of it and instead paid for her tea.

Eventually, she spoke, “thank you. I'm sure she's happy too. I expect I'll come back here again. Have a good day.”

He waved her out as she left. The bare hint of a smile moved across his face. Mayday made her way to her car and sat back in the driver seat as her untensed body finally caught up to her, and she nearly started to melt. Today, despite everything, was worth it, if only for this trip. Soon enough, her partner joined her.

Abi seemed to notice her partner's relaxation and grew a bit inquisitive as she spoke, “How do you get massaged?”

“I got pulled apart like a licorice.”

“...Huh?”

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