#so maybe I could fit some sims in there somewhere

[melien]

[simpjaes]

HYPER-SEXUAL (s,jy)

If there’s anything in life that Jake wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need. or the one where jake is inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.

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WORDCOUNT― 13.8k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader

CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her

NOTE― not proof read in the way it needed to be.  disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog [@ncteez] for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― jake isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jake’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-” 

Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny. 

Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three. 

Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point. 

It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself. 

The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again. 

It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting. 

For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway. 

Almost given up.

A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Jake is proud to admit.

“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Jay had said to him. “It’s only June!”

Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Jay had advertised. “Even got Jungwon laid.” 

Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too. 

Maybe this one really is better.

And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though? 

We’ll see.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ah. Okay. Nice.

Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh. 

The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck. 

Safe to say, Jake’s profile went a little something like this: 

you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.

LOOKING FOR: Female PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more] PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]

NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn

Embarrassing? Yeah, probably. 

Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him. 

He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point. 

Apparently girls like desperate guys. 

Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually. 

“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?” 

“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?” 

“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”

Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.

Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.

Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did. 

And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real. 

“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”

One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–

Oh.

Fuck yeah.

He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?” 

Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.

He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God. 

You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.

And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?

You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.  

Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances. 

Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?

Please.

Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs. 

And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you. 

Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems. 

Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back. 

Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?

Dick pic #1. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol

Dick pic #2 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Wake uppppppppppp! 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Please? :(

Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Do you already have me silenced?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….

JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”

Oh, he has an accent. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff? 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw? 

Etcetera. 

And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed. 

You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond. 

YOURUSERNAME: that was cute. 

It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone. 

YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby. 

JAKE_02: oh god please don’t say that

JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again

YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then? 

Yes, you’re teasing him. 

JAKE_02: if you’d let me

YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?

JAKE_02: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again

You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you. 

YOURUSERNAME: show me?

And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?

YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?

Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.  

JAKE_02: i’ll come over right now. 

JAKE_02: let me come over and show you

YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me

And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.

Public meeting first. 

Always.

JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense. 

JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then

You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits. 

Meaning, he has to settle with them too. 

And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…

This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden. 

He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it. 

JAKE_02: thats so hot…but….

JAKE_02: pussy….

JAKE_02: please show me your pussy

Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice. 

And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open. 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again. 

JAKE_02: tht was hot lol….um

JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want

You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately. 

And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.

YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot? 

JAKE_02: ….would u want me to? 

YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good

JAKE_02: hahah damn

JAKE_02: so you’ll come see me?

YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you

JAKE_02: ok cool :)

And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good

Sounds promising. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.

Fucking handsome and charmingly cute. 

Perhaps even, hot. 

You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.

 Oh wow. 

On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying. 

 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock. 

Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.

Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough. 

You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used. 

No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy. 

It’s hot. 

And when you approach, Jake nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first. 

“Hi, did you find everything you–” Jake stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.”  He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.

You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot. 

No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” 

It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda. 

You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal. 

No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.

“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.” 

You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there. 

“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”

Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.

“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.” 

Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place. 

“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Jake?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.” 

“Please–” Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this. 

“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”

His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.

“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.

Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse? 

Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then? 

Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you. 

You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.

Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now. 

And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.

“Here it is.” Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.” 

You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever. 

It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers. 

You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open. 

You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally. 

He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot. 

“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny. 

And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.  

“Jake,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”

You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove. 

Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things. 

And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan. 

You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place. 

“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”

He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more. 

Jake’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.

And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand. 

“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket. 

“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”

You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket. 

“I’ll text you my address.” 

And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end. 

Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently. 

It’s not doing anything to hold him over though. 

He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.

Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again. 

“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles. 

Jake wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy. 

“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater. 

Jake doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right. 

“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!” 

Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too. 

And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough. 

“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!” 

“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.

He needs to leave. Right now.

“S’all good,” Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!” 

And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum. 

He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful. 

Careful isn’t something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work. 

He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle. 

“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck. 

He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore. 

You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems.  He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.

“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.” 

You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect. 

“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”

Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind. 

“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”

You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back. 

“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”

“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”

“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”

Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either. 

It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours. 

“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone. 

“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it. 

The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.

“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”

“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”

You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”

If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.

Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….

“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads. 

The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair. 

Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up. 

It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.

“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath. 

He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud. 

“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”

As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you. 

You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue. 

“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really? 

Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?

 “God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you. 

He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself. 

Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue. 

Oh fuck.

“Ahh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything. 

You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him. 

“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?” 

He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face. 

There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.

Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.

“Jake–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose. 

He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn. 

And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you. 

Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now. 

You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock. 

“Hah–” Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”

You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose. 

He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way. 

“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”

Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer. 

Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match. 

You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling. 

He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow. 

Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too. 

You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.

“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”

Right. Bedrooms exist.

Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him. 

You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time. 

You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.

He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.

He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward. 

Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp. 

“Could eat you out again.” Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead. 

Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Jake could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please. 

“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated. 

He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you. 

“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?” 

Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”

Oh, damn. 

The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake. 

Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night. 

Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…

“Yeah?” Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are. 

“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”

God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock. 

“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–” 

He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.

“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”

Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body. 

“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”

With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches. 

Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore. 

You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely. 

That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.

And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…

Oh no.

“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.

And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.

Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries. 

“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely. 

He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay. 

He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more. 

“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”

That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you. 

“Don’t say that, oh god–” Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”

Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.

Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.

And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.

“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms. 

And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes. 

“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would. 

His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…

His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips. 

“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways. 

Good. 

“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,”  He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”

You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips. 

“Well, Jake–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”

Jake rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.

“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”

You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this. 

“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.

It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.

Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t. 

Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.

He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold. 

You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.

“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time. 

The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.

For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.

He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”

Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation. 

Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently. 

“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”

You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw. 

“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”

A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw. 

“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”

You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope. 

“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”

Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t. 

“You can have it any time you want.” Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.” 

You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.

“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”

You shake your head. 

“Not usually, you just turn me on.” 

Jake feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl. 

Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of. 

“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again. 

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.

“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”

Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this. 

“Yes, Jake,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”

His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use. 

“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”

You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot. 

“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”

Oh.

“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”

So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic. 

“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”

This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control. 

“You want me to sit on it, Jake?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction. 

The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth. 

Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it. 

He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are. 

And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch. 

“That’s it.” Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.

And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it. 

“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving. 

Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation. 

It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation. 

You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed. 

“Oh, oh shit, Jake–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no. 

“What– What’s wrong?!” Jake’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest. 

Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?” 

And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.

“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe. 

Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before. 

Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–

“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours. 

Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”

At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.

But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural. 

And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression. 

“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.” 

And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The rest didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.

To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves. 

And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely. 

Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key. 

Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties. 

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 160 (Blast From the Past)

Felix pulled back anxiously as the blonde woman read his rights, a righteous anger creasing her dark brows. "Last I saw you, you floated up to me on my wedding day and begged me to run from my husband to join you as a ghost!"

"You what?" Lilith looked between them with a nervous smile.

"I..." Felix stammered. "I was still processing everything, Lil. I've had more than enough time to let go; it's been a century and a half."

"At least we hope so," she lamented, remembering they were here without Emit. She turned to the angry woman she suspected was her great-great-grandmother, Maude Alcorn Ruggbyrne. "Ma'am, do you know what day it is?"

The blonde cocked her head sideways. "July 13, 1920, of course! How don't you know that? Are you both dead?"

Felix reeled. "July 13th? You're certain?"

Maude pointed to a newspaper strewn across a nearby bench. "That's the paper I write for. Today's edition."

"We're a day early," he said to Lilith.

She frowned. "I must've set the wrong date on the device after we jumped from January 13th, 2020."

"What in blazes are you two talking about?" cried the blonde. "Felix, are you dead or not? And who in Watcher's name is she with all those nails in her face?!"

Felix and Lilith glanced helplessly between themselves. They weren't supposed to do anything that might change history, and they weren't supposed to tell anyone who they were, either. But Felix couldn't exactly lie to someone who knew beyond a doubt who he was. "They're piercings. Maude, and her name is Lilith Pleasant. She's my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend!" she cried. "You...you were dead!"

"I was! For almost a century and a half," he said, leading the three of them to a nearby bench. "But a few years ago...In the future, I...I was still a ghost, and I made some friends who cooked up some ambrosia for me. You know how much I wished I could live again. Where I came from, Britechester looks pretty much the same as now, but it's been a long, long time."

"That old wives' tale about fish cakes is real?" He nodded, and Maude's face softened. "Why are you back here?"

"Lilith and I are helping a friend catch a time thief, but we overshot our landing by about 24 hours."

Maude looked at them as though they had two heads. "Felix, are you telling me tall tales? You sound like they just rolled you out of the asylum!"

"I promise it's not like that," he vowed. "But everything we tell you, we need to you to promise never to tell another soul."

"I'm a reporter, Felix! Telling the world the truth is my job."

"The world isn't ready for this. I'm not sure you're ready for this..."

"Spill it," she demanded. "Convince me your painted jumpsuits weren't issued by a psychiatric ward!"

"Could we go somewhere more private to talk? Maybe find a change of clothes so we don't stick out too much?"

Maude thought for a moment, studying Lilith with a discerning glare. "You're sure we can trust her? She looks spiky."

Felix laughed. "She's a lot like you."

Backhanded compliment or not, Maude appreciated the thought, studying Lilith with keen interest. "Berend's in Komorebi trying to become the first sim to scale the mountain, and Bruno's with his governess. I think she could fit into some of my roomier skirts."

Lilith laughed, unfazed. "She's not like me. She's more like Angela!"

"And who's Angela? Another girlfriend?"

Felix shook his head. "No, she's your great-great-granddaughter. And so's Lilith."

Maude's stunned expression remained until they'd made it to her two-storey home in Britechester. She lived here with her husband and three-year-old-son, but the elegant rooms were empty of voices when they entered.

Maude quickly found some clothes for Lilith to change into. "That hat hides the metal on your face quite nicely," she enthused.

Lilith forced a smile. None of the clothes she was wearing were her style, and she hated tucking her bright red hair under a hat. But she and Felix were stuck here waiting for Emit and the time thief to arrive the next day. She had to make the best of this.

Despite the rules they were supposed to follow, Felix and Lilith told Maude almost everything - about the ambrosia, about falling in love and Maude's connection to Lil's family tree. They showed her the time travelling device, and explained their mission to prevent a time thief from changing too much about the future.

But they didn't mention the young Landgraab behind the device - even in 1920, the name was too well known, and they'd promised Heather and Conrad they'd help protect him.

Maude listened intently, sitting before a portrait with her husband and young son - Lilith's ancestor, Bruno Ruggbyrne. "I never met my great-grandfather," said Lilith, but my grandmother Coral used to tell us he was the biggest charmer you'd ever meet."

"That sounds like Bruno." Maude smiled intently as she glanced at the portrait. "But Felix has been around a long time. It's a bit strange he's never found another soulmate except my own kin."

Lilith shook her head. "I think it makes sense. If he married you, my sister and I would have never been born. Bruno would have never been born."

Maude's face fell. "So this was meant to be? I was always supposed to be with Berend and you were supposed to live happily ever after with a girl with piercings in her face?"

"Lil's beautiful, Maude. She's your kin, after all."

"I think...you really love her," Maude said, rapidly processing this new information.

"I do. As much as you love Berend. Maybe more."

Maude smiled proudly. "My boss wanted me to quit the Times when Bruno came along, but Berend marched right downtown to insist I keep reporting to show our son what a hard worker looks like. When the boss promised to let me keep my job, Berend told him I'd take his job one day, too."

Felix was well aware of the future and he knew this was true, but he refrained from mentioning it. As long as things stayed the same, he didn't need to tell Maude what she would accomplish in her life. "I know I wasn't happy for you before, but a lot can change in a hundred-fifty years. I think you and Berend truly were meant to be."

"And I think Felix was always meant for me," said Lilith. "Before I met him I was stuck in a cycle dating an endless stream of losers and dreamers who didn't really care about me, but Felix showed me what it was to be really loved."

The corners of Maude's mouth turned upward. "Felix was always a good man. He let me pursue my career and didn't rush us into marriage, and I appreciated him for it every day...until the day he died on me. It's hard to overstate how important it is for a woman to be seen on the arm of a man to survive in this world, and after Felix' death, Berend offered opportunity. And I do love him, Felix. I know you said I never could as much I as I loved you."

"Maude, I was wrong. I'm sorry I tried to put you on the spot that day," said Felix. "You deserved better and you deserve this life. This beautiful house and your beautiful family suits you better than even I could have done."

She laughed. "You think you can date my great-great-granddaughter with that attitude? I know you, Felix. You were the best man I knew. I can see you haven't changed much, but I don't know you anymore. I don't know anything about this world you say you came from, with time travelers and computers and websites and eyeball phones, or whatever you called it. I don't know what a podcast is and my editor never puts my stories on the front page. Just his own tripe with spelling mistakes. A story like this could make my career overnight."

"If you tell anyone, you'll change the future in ways no one could possibly know," Lilith pressed. "Simanity doesn't figure out time travel until Emit appears in 2060. Even then, no one's saying much about it because it's so dangerous."

"That's why it's been so important to put the component together to catch the time thief," added Felix. "But if we get discovered here by anyone else, or you tell anyone about this, everything we've been though could be for nothing. Will you help us wait out our friend's arrival tomorrow?"

"I can't let you stay here tonight. My son and his governess will be home soon, and I don't know how to explain you to either of them, but I can help you find a room that'll let to unmarried men and women. I do need to work tonight at the Foxbury Jazz Club - why don't you come with me?"

Felix perked up at the mention of the club. "Foxbury Jazz Club was the place to see and be seen in the Roaring Twenties! I went once or twice, but never let anyone see me as a ghost."

"If you stick with Lilith tonight you shouldn't be recognized. Tonight's event's mostly out-of-towners who've come together for the Simlandia Builders' Club gala, and everyone's so well-known, they won't be looking at either of you. My editor wants me to take photos and sniff out content for the gossip page. You two could help me find a story to make up for the one I'm not allowed to tell."

Lilith, a loner at heart, didn't love the idea, but it would probably be a more interesting experience than sleeping on a park bench waiting for Emit to arrive the next morning. "I don't know any of the dances," she said sheepishly, but outgoing Felix grinned.

"I can lead."

"Berries!" said Maude with a grin. "I love the new jazz, and the Foxbury Club is heavenly!"

As they chatted, the front door opened and Maude stood, with a beaming greeting for Bruno and his governess.

"Mama!" Bruno raced into his mother's arms as the governess slipped quietly upstairs. "Mama we went park!"

"Did you have a nice time?"

"We threw rocks at pond!" Bruno laughed while he recounted his morning, looking up with curiosity when he spotted Lilith and Felix. "Who they, Mama?"

"These are friends of mine," said Maude, careful not to name either one. "They're going to work with Mama tonight to help me get a headline!"

"Mama Headline!" he celebrated, half understanding what it meant, but happy enough to join his mother in laughter.

Felix smiled at Maude with her son. He'd wanted children and a family of his own for so long, but he couldn't begrudge Maude for achieving her happy ever after. Not the way he once did.

"Motherhood suits you, Maude. Just as well as your career."

He felt Lilith's hand wrap around his own as they looked back to the portrait, and he wouldn't take for granted how their lives - or second lives - had thrived in recent years. In different timelines.

Felix knew his own happy ever after was just a proposal away. ->

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FUN FACT: When I was putting together the newspaper, I looked up real history on July 13, 1920 and picked the weirdest piece of real news I could find. On this day in history, the US Postal Service had to ban people sending children through the mail because enough people were actually doing it.

WCIF: Thank you @deardiaryts4 and @matchalovertrait for letting your sims stand as models for the top right photo on the newspaper! I was so, so excited to play with them, you have no idea! And they look so good in some amazing period cc pieces, like Antoinette's La Maison Blanche coat by @javitrulovesims, Flapper Fabulous by Kiara Zurk (Antoinette's headband and Lilith's '20s hairstyle), Chorus Curls by Retro Pixels (Antoinette's hairstyle), Dmitri fashion set by @happylifesims (Antonio's hat), and happylifesims' Blessan jacket with @pleyita's matte trousers (Antonio's suit and Berend's portrait outfit in different swatches).

Lilith is in happylifesims' 1920s Cloche hat and Lady Mary's Day Dress, while Maude wears the 1920s Guest Dress in the family portrait on the wall. In the scene, she's wearing another happylifesims' Cloche hat and Day Dress 03. If you get the urge to set some scenes in the past or throw a costume party, happylifesims has incredible cc from many eras that I can't recommend enough. I couldn't have done any of this without their work.

I used @beto-ae0's Imperial Dynasty posepack for the portrait of Maude, Berend, and Bruno, and Maude and Bruno are posed in the living room with Guess How Much I Love You (Part 1) by @simmerberlin. The Ruggbyrnes' house can be found on the Sims 4 Gallery by JoaoDiBarro, and the Governess was aged up to elder and can be found on the Gallery by NMinnow.

And finally, I did not create Maude. A whole plate of cookies for after Iftari goes @purplesimmer455, who knew it was Maude when she showed up last episode! She guessed that this might be Mimsy, if not Maude - and fun fact - I used a Gallery-submitted version of Mimsy called 'Mimsy Von Haunt Teen Fix' and aged her up. I thought it looked nothing like OG Mimsy, while also resembling her just enough to be a sister (and the sim is beautiful), so Gallery-user mariuopole put up a good one!

I could not have put this installment together without the combined forces of everyone mentioned in one of my longest WCIF postscripts ever. Thank you so much, everyone!

[its-avalon-08]

One in which the reader is a engineer, the young drivers see her as a big sister and they are trying to get her and Hulkenberg on a date.

set us up (nh27)

im so sorry for getting to this so late, this got lost somewhere in drafts and never saw the light of day but now here it is! enjoy <3

✦ pairing - nico hulkenberg x female!reader

✦ genre - all fluff

day 1: The Coffee Caper

Y/N was exhausted. The post-race debrief had dragged on forever, and all she craved was a strong cup of coffee. Stepping into the motorhome kitchen, she was surprised to find Nico already there, rummaging through the cupboards. "Morning, Nico," she greeted, stifling a yawn. "Looking for something?"

He whirled around, a half-empty bag of coffee beans clutched in his hand. "Uh, yeah. Looks like we're out. Big day ahead, you know?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Funny. I could've sworn I saw Daniel bringing in a fresh box yesterday." Suddenly, the door burst open and Daniel Ricciardo himself strutted in, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Good morning, lovelies!" he declared, brandishing two steaming mugs. "Just brewed a fresh pot especially for you two... because, you know, sharing is caring." Y/N and Nico exchanged bewildered glances. "Thanks, Daniel," Y/N mumbled, taking the mug. "But really, there was no need."

Daniel winked. "Nonsense! Sharing a morning coffee is practically a first date tradition, wouldn't you say, Nico?" Nico choked on his own spit, sending Y/N into a fit of giggles. "Date?" Nico sputtered. "This is just coffee, mate." Daniel winked again before sauntering out, leaving Y/N and Nico flustered in his wake.

day 2: The Simulator Shuffle

Practice Day 2 was underway, and Y/N was meticulously analyzing telemetry data when Pierre Gasly materialized beside her. "Hey, Y/N," he said casually. "Need a hand setting up Nico's sim session?"

Y/N looked up, surprised. "Nico's already done with his laps?" "Uh, yeah," Pierre stammered, avoiding her gaze. "But his settings seem a bit off. Maybe you could… check them out?" Y/N raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Pierre, what's going on?"

Just then, a sheepish grin spread across Charles Leclerc's face as he peeked around the corner. "Just some friendly driver bonding, wouldn't you say, Y/N?" he chirped before disappearing as quickly as he arrived.

Y/N sighed, a smile tugging at her lips. She found Nico already strapped into the simulator, looking equally bewildered" "Hey," she greeted, a playful edge to her voice. "Having trouble with the settings?"

Nico chuckled, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Seems so. Maybe you, the resident genius, could lend a hand?" Y/N spent the next few minutes fiddling with the settings, her presence making Nico acutely aware of the way his heart hammered in his chest. They fell into an easy conversation, discussing racing lines and strategies, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.

day 3: The Post-Race Pitstop

The race had been a nail-biter, with Red Bull pulling off a surprise victory. As the celebrations died down, Y/N found herself face-to-face with Nico by the champagne fountain. "Great race," Nico said, raising his glass in a toast. "You guys deserved that win." Y/N clinked her glass against his, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Nico. You weren't too shabby yourself out there."

Suddenly, Alex Albon materialized behind them, holding two large ice cream tubs. "Victory ice cream, courtesy of yours truly!" he declared, shoving a tub into Y/N's hands. "Chocolate chip cookie dough, your favorite, Y/N," he winked before handing the other tub to Nico and disappearing as quickly as he arrived.

Y/N and Nico stared at each other, then at the ice cream in their hands. "Well," Nico said, a hesitant smile gracing his features. "This seems like a good spot to enjoy the view... and the ice cream." Y/N laughed, a genuine, carefree sound. "Agreed."

They sat on the pit wall, shoulder to shoulder, savoring the sweet treat and the unspoken connection that crackled between them. Maybe, just maybe, the young drivers were onto something after all.

time skip

The Monaco twilight cast an almost romantic glow over the bustling paddock after the race. Mechanics were packing up, champagne flutes were drying on tables, and a tired but satisfied energy crackled in the air. Y/N, having just finished a post-race debrief with her engineers, was about to head back to her hotel when a familiar shadow fell across her path.

"Hey," Nico greeted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Still analyzing the data? You engineers are a meticulous bunch."

Y/N smiled, the playful banter a familiar comfort. "Someone has to keep you drivers in check, make sure you haven't just been out there winging it."

Nico chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine despite herself. "Oh, trust me, there's plenty of winging it involved. But hey, at least it's entertaining."

They stood there for a moment, a comfortable silence settling between them. Y/N knew what everyone else had been whispering for days – the other drivers, trying (and failing) to subtly nudge them together. She couldn't deny there was a spark between her and Nico, a shared love for the sport that transcended results and podium finishes.

"So," Nico started, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit Y/N had come to find endearing. "I know this might seem a little… well, after all the matchmaking attempts from the others…"

Y/N couldn't help but grin. "Let me guess, they finally wore you down?"

"Something like that," Nico admitted, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "But honestly, it's not just because of them. There's, uh, there's something about talking to you that's different. You understand the pressure, the thrill, the madness of it all."

His blue eyes met hers, sincere and kind. A blush crept up Y/N's cheeks. "Maybe you understand it a little too well, Mr. Hulk."

Nico's smile widened. "Maybe we could understand it together sometime, outside of the paddock. How about dinner? No post-race debriefs, just good food and good conversation."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't just any invitation, it was Nico asking her out, on his own terms. "That sounds… perfect," she finally managed, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

"Great," Nico said, relief washing over his features. "Then how about I pick you up tomorrow night? Eight o'clock work for you?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Y/N replied, her voice brimming with excitement.

As Nico turned to leave, a playful glint returned to his eyes. "Just a warning, though," he said over his shoulder. "I might be a wing-it kind of driver, but I promise to bring my A-game to dinner."

Y/N laughed, the sound echoing through the emptying paddock. "We'll see about that, Nico. We'll see about that."

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happy 202-five 🥳🥂 (sorry i think i’m hilarious)

as it is new year’s day, it only felt fitting to write a little snippet of glitter on the floor max and daniel celebrating new year’s alone—or so they thought. (1.2k, G)

“I feel like we’ve forgotten something,” Daniel says as Max passes a flute of champagne to him. Below them, the hoards of people wanting to catch a glimpse of the fireworks over Port of Monaco grow louder, as the clock ticks down till midnight. “Or someone.”

Matilda’s stuck in London after her flight was delayed. Lucia’s out with Andie and their friends at some Michelin star restaurant somewhere. Gary and Steve are probably destroying the new chair they got after they destroyed the last one. Molly is sleeping soundly on the sim chair in their office. Daniel’s next to him on their balcony, curled up on the sofa with two blankets and a puffer jacket on him.

(Two blankets because Daniel still refuses to wear shorts even when he’s cold.)

“I think this is the first year in a long time we’re spending New Year’s alone,” Max responds, tucking himself between the couch armrest and Daniel. “So maybe that is why it feels so weird.”

“Yeah, the house is so quiet without the kids. Reminds me of when we first started dating,” Daniel says, balancing the champagne flute on the armrest next to him. “Could do whatever we wanted without two children bickering in the background,” he murmurs, turning to face Max and sliding his frozen hands underneath his shirt.

He nudges a knee between Max’s legs and slots himself on top of him, swinging a leg over his thigh and placing his weight on it. Max reaches up and threads his hands through Daniel’s hair, pulling him down into a kiss but it’s hard to take him seriously when his puffer jacket squeaks at every movement.

“Daniel,” Max murmurs in between their kisses. “Daniel, your jacket.” He tugs on the zipper, trying to get his husband to temporarily part with it when Daniel pulls back.

“Daniel,” he says again. “Your jacket. It makes that sound that you know I do not like.”

“Aw. But I like this jacket,” Daniel pouts, like he doesn’t know that Max has been trying to get rid of it for the past twenty years. Every time it’s in the donation pile it mysteriously finds its way back into their closet, front and centre.

From behind them, there’s a big slam from the front door, before a voice yells down, “I’m fine!”

Max is about to chalk it down to one of their neighbours being drunk and confusing the apartments for one another, when the voice comes echoing down the apartment again, with three knocks on the door.

“Papa! Dad! Can you open the door? I think I broke the lock.” Max and Daniel take one look at each other, before pushing themselves off the couch and making their way down.

Lucia is standing there with a sheepish look on her face, a box of pizza in her hand. Andie’s next to her with a nervous smile. “I tried the code and it wasn’t working, and I left the keys at Andie’s place. Sorry.”

Daniel waves them in, hugging them as they walk past. “All good Luce. Thought you two would stay out longer?”

Gary and Steve immediately saunter down the hallway, tails up in the air and weaving between them. Gary lets out a long perfunctory meow at Andie, who picks him into her arms, bouncing him like a baby. He can hear his purring, even from a distance.

“I just don’t think we’re fine dining people,” Andie explains. She has a finger underneath Gary’s chin, scratching him to his heart’s content. “Plus the restaurant doesn’t have Sir Gaga, does it?”

Lucia pulls a face. “Absolutely not. Sir Gaga is worse than Gazza. I am not letting you name our future children, your track record of names is terrible.”

“Don’t listen to her Sir Gaga,” Andie gasps in mock outrage, walking past her and out to the balcony. “You have a wonderful name, Lucia’s just jealous.”

Molly comes trotting out of the office, sitting herself right in front of Lucia. She shakes her head fondly, following Andie with Molly in tow. “At least you have a normal-ish nickname, don’t you Mozzarella?”

Daniel takes a moment to process Molly’s nickname. “Mozzarella?”

“You named birds, Daniel,” Max says bluntly. “So I am not sure you can talk.”

They’re about to move back to their outdoor couch when the sound of keys jingling in the lock plays. Max opens the door to find Matilda on the other side, two suitcases behind her and slightly frazzled.

“Did you know they wouldn’t let me into the street until I proved I lived at the apartment? And of course none of my ID showed this address—why would it show my parents address—and this cop was such a dick to me,” Matilda rants, yanking her suitcases inside.

“Oh my god, I am never travelling on New Year’s Eve again, that was horrible.” Matilda looks at the door behind her. “Did you change the code?”

Max waves his hand around. “Lucia timed it out. We’ll fix it in the morning.”

The broken door lock offender sticks her head out of the balcony door, pointing at her sister with the pizza box in hand. “Why are you here? I thought you were stuck with Riley in London,” she asks, using air quotes for her back half of the last sentence.

“No, I was actually stuck in London, don’t do the air quotes,” Matilda shoots back. “Why are you here, I thought you and Andie were at that fancy restaurant or whatever with your friends?”

“We got hungry, so we left,” Lucia explains.

“At a restaurant?”

“The portions were really tiny—look, shut up. Maybe I just wanted to eat pizza with my fiancée at home instead of wondering if I was using the right fork or not,” Lucia says pointedly, shaking the box. “Do you want the pizza or are you still judging my restaurant choices?”

Matilda practically vaults over all the living room furniture and snatches the box from Lucia, almost planting herself on top of Andie when she jumps over the back of the outdoor couch.

Andie slides a soft drink across the coffee table towards Matilda, who downs a quarter of the can in one sip.

“What?” Matilda looks around at them. “I refuse to pay for bad airport food, this isn’t a new thing about me.”

“Where’s Riley?” Andie asks instead, passing another soft drink across in preparation. “I thought you two were going to visit his parents in Colorado?”

“Left him in London,” Matilda mumbles through a mouthful of pizza.

“Matilda!” Daniel chastises. “Are you serious?”

“I did ask if he wanted to come, but apparently staying in a hotel overnight was more appealing than flying back here, so.” Matilda shrugs in a way that definitely tells him she’s annoyed at him over it. “Would rather spend the new year with you guys than in some random hotel.”

There’s a silent pact between them to not push too many questions about Riley on Matilda. Max could barely keep up with the way they were bouncing around each other at the very beginning.

They’re all saved from accidentally saying the wrong thing when the fireworks start. Daniel startles with the loud bangs echoing across the sky, scrambling to get his jacket off the floor and pulling the hood over his ears.

“Pretty cool fireworks, right?” Matilda asks, looking over at them. Max stretches his arm over Daniel, pulling them all closer.

Daniel slides his hand into Max’s underneath the blanket, squeezing it three times. “Yeah,” he exhales. “Pretty cool fireworks.”

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Eternally Mine, Chapter 68

Chris was round at Louise’s for the afternoon, helping her to box some of her main belongings up. He’d managed to get the rest of the week off after being in, in the morning. As Louise was moving in with him today, to get a few days to settle in before her op on Thursday.

Then they’d get the rest of her things once she was better, and to give her time to decide what she was doing with some of her furniture, since Chris’ place was already furnished. Though he said she was welcome to take whatever she wanted and they’d fit it in or replace his with anything.

She loved his furnishings though, it fitted his home. Although there were a few smaller items she’d like to take with her.

‘What about your record unit, guessing you want to take that with you, love?’ Chris shouted through from the living room, but he didn’t get a response from her in the bedroom.

‘Pumpkin?’ He made his way through to see what she was doing, he found her sitting on the floor on front of her wardrobe, crossed legged. She was holding a bag, staring into it.

‘Hey, are you ok? What’s wrong?’ He asked with a frown as he got his long legs under control to sit down on the floor next to her, gently rubbing her back.

‘Yeah… I uh… I forgot all about this.’ She said quietly, her voice breaking a little.

‘What is it?’ He asked, looking at the bag, he couldn’t see what was inside it though.

Louise turned it upside down and emptied it. There was a purse, her passport, a small file with important documents inside, some painkillers, an old Nokia phone with a sim card, toothbrush and mini toothpaste and a set of clean clothes.

Chris was still confused. Louise opened the purse and there was a bank card inside, plus £500 in cash.

‘I… I made up this go bag years ago. When I got away from him. I kept it hidden in the back of my wardrobe, in-case he ever found me. So I could just literally grab and go. If I could. I completely forgot about it, though I used to be obsessed with it, I’d check it daily to make sure it was all still there. It gave me a sense of comfort and control. The bank card is for a different account I set up, I think there’s around two grand in it. I used to put some money into it monthly, but stopped completely when he died, I forgot all about this.’

‘I’m proud of you for doing this, glad you never needed to use it, but that you were able to be prepared just in-case. That you also had the willingness to run away if he did find you, that you wouldn’t just give in and stick with him again.’ Chris said softly as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

She smiled and leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly for a while.

‘I know you’re practically rolling in money… but maybe we could use this money for a weekend away or something?’ Louise suggested after a while.

‘Really? Are you not wanting to keep it in the bag?’ Chris asked, leaning back a little to look at her.

‘Why would I? I don’t need the bag anymore.’ Louise said as she turned to look at him.

Chris reached up and brushed his thumb over her cheek. ‘I won’t be offended if you want to take it and hide it somewhere, not telling me. If it makes you feel better.’

Louise smiled and put her hand over his, she closed her eyes and just leaned into his touch for a moment. Her heart felt so happy and loved.

‘This just makes me not want it even more. I know I won’t need it with you. For one, I know you’d never lock me up or hurt me. Even if I did want to leave. Which I know I won’t. I love you, so much. I feel safe and secure with you. I definitely won’t need this.’

Chris felt his heart bursting. He still couldn’t get over how much his human trusted him. After everything he’d done in the past, and she knew all about it. Yet, she still trusted her life with him. He cupped her face and kissed her passionately, taking her breath away.

‘You will need your passport, pumpkin.’ He chuckled.

‘Well, yeah. You know what I mean, though.’ She giggled. ‘Besides, with Toshi’s training, if I did ever need to escape, I’m pretty confident I could just whip your ass to get away.’ She threw in cheekily.

‘Oh yeah?’ He grinned and grabbed her, making her squeal as he playfully tackled her down onto her back and tickled her as he straddled over her, trapping her under him.

‘Not so cocky now, hmm?’ He teased and leaned right down to kiss her again.

‘Just a few more lessons, I’ll get there.’ She laughed.

‘You keep telling yourself that, love.’ He winked at her with a chuckle and slipped off her, letting her sit up again.

She wasn’t finished though. When Chris sat down again, facing the bag and wardrobe, expecting her just to sit by him again, she instead pounced on his back and clung tightly to him.

He laughed and managed to get up to his feet, with her still on his back, he turned towards her bed and walked up to it. He reached back to grab her, lifting her over his head and he tossed her, carefully, onto the bed like a wrestling move.

‘Are you finished now?’ He asked with a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest and towered over her, upside down.

‘Mmmm, dunno.’ Louise rolled round and reached out towards him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt she tried tugging him closer.

Chris chuckled and tumbled down onto the bed with her, rolling them around for a moment before pinning her down. He dipped down to kiss her hungrily, met with just as much enthusiasm.

‘Do you want a bite?’ Louise asked against his lips.

‘Oh I always do, pumpkin.’ He growled, his fangs emerging as he trailed them down her exposed throat, making her whimper. ‘However…’

She let out a whine when he sat up a bit, chuckling at the disappointment on her face. He wrapped his hand around her neck, gently stroking the side with his thumb.

‘I’m not going to feed from you, you need all your strength and blood for Thursday, my love. Once you’re fully recovered, you can be sure it’ll be back to business as usual.’ He winked at her.

‘Aww.’ She pouted.

Chris bent down to kiss her. ‘I’ve already had to scold your sister and my brother today, don’t need to be scolding you, too.’

‘Really? Why?’

‘Claire looked like the living dead today, Loki’s been drinking from her far too much.’

‘Ah. Yeah, Claire did tell me they’ve done it a lot lately, twice last week, actually.’ Louise sighed.

‘What? That’s worse than I thought, that’s far too much.’ Chris facepalmed.

‘I know. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love you to bite me that much, but I know you know what’s best in that regards.’ Louise smiled and trailed her fingers lightly along his cheek.

Chris smiled and pressed his body down firmly against hers, she could feel his arousal pressing against her stomach as she traced his lips lightly. He parted his lips and sucked on her thumb, then nibbled lightly and let his fangs graze against her.

‘Although… I wouldn’t mind you scolding me, you know.’ Louise teased.

Chris growled against her finger, then gathered her hands into one of his and held them down above her. ‘Does my little pumpkin need to be taught a lesson, hmm?’

She just nodded eagerly in response. He sensed her heartbeat quickening and could practically taste her arousal already without even removing any of her clothes yet.

‘Hmm, what to do with you. There are so many possibilities.’ He grinned, sliding his free hand under her top, lightly stroking her side and up to caress the side of her breast.

‘Anything you want.’ She giggled, her cheeks were flushed.

‘You might come to regret saying that.’ He grinned wickedly.

Louise did, and didn’t at the same time. Merely minutes later, she found herself draped across his lap, with her jeans and knickers pulled down around her knees, getting a spanking.

She was trying her best to keep quiet, biting her lip to stop herself from making too much noise. Though Chris loved to hear her making as much noise as possible. So, as he brought his hand down harshly on her already reddening backside, he let his hand momentarily slip down between her thighs, lightly stroking her and finding her wet. She began whimpering and moaning straight away.

‘Seems my little pumpkin needed this spanking, hmm? You are taking it so well, always such a good girl for me.’ He purred and lightly stroked her clit, before trailing his wet fingers over her ass and giving her another two spanks.

He returned his fingers to her wetness, slipping two into her and seeking out that sweet spot, making her toes curl.

‘Sing for me, love. Let me hear you.’ He coaxed as he spanked her a few more times for good measure, then went back to fingering her until she came on his fingers.

When she went completely limp on his lap, he lifted her up and had her sit on him with her legs at either side of him. He kept one arm around her, supporting her, while he used his free hand to unbutton his jeans and unzip, pulling his cock out.

He gently gripped her hips and lifted her up slightly, to then pull her back down onto him. She moaned loudly and fell limp against his chest, burying her face into his neck as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine.

‘Mmm, so nice and pliant for me now. Are you feeling dozy, little pumpkin?’ Chris hummed, moving his hips up ever so slightly, she felt so nice and snug around his cock.

Louise whined in response, making him chuckle as he slid a hand into her hair and the other slid round to grip her ass, controlling her movements.

Her mind sort of came back to her as he fucked her slowly, moving her up and down. She mumbled something incoherent against his neck.

‘What was that, love?’ He chuckled, tugging on her hair a bit to take her face away from him.

‘We… we were… supposed to be packing.’ She said breathlessly.

Chris chuckled and his hand slipped round to hold her neck as he kissed her, then bit at her lower lip, tugging on it. ‘You’re the naughty one that needed scolding, or so you claimed.’ He began tickling her back with one hand, making her screech and laugh.

‘You started it though.’ Louise argued back playfully.

‘I think you’ll find it was you.’ Chris laughed and tickled her even more, attacking her sides instead for a bit while she squirmed and wriggled on him.

‘Nooo, it wasn’t.’ She laughed, but then caught her breath and gasped out loud when Chris growled and flipped them around, pinning her underneath him so he could thrust harder into her.

Five minutes later, they lay on Louise’s bed, taking time to get their breath back. Louise’s ass was stinging quite bad, but she found she rather liked it.

‘Have you already packed your moisturiser?’ Chris hummed as he slid his fingers through her hair.

Louise frowned in confusion. ‘Uh, not yet. Why?’

Chris was silent, but he slid his hand down and gently patted her bottom, making her squeak.

‘Oh. Ah, it’ll be fine. We should carry on packing.’ Louise said as she crawled off the bed.

‘Are you sure about that, pumpkin?’ Chris asked with a light chuckle, he knew she would regret it if she didn’t moisturise it.

‘Yeah.’ She pulled her trousers back up, then got back on the floor to sort out that go bag. But as soon as she sat on the floor, she let out a yelp and quickly rolled down onto her side.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh as he slid off the bed. ‘Is it in the bathroom?’ He asked as he stood over her, unable to hide his smirk as she looked up at him and nodded.

-

It was Wednesday night, Louise had settled in quite well already at Chris’ place. She had spent long enough there anyway, so it was like she’d always been there.

‘I’m going to nip out for a half hour, get hunting before bed time.’ Chris said to Louise, they were on the sofa watching TV, their show they’d been binge watching had just finished.

‘Bed time? It’s only nine just now.’ Louise frowned.

‘It is, but you’ve got a big day tomorrow and need plenty of rest.’ He kissed her forehead.

‘I’ll have plenty of time to rest when I’m under getting it done. And after.’ Louise said as she pulled a face.

Chris chuckled and brushed his thumb down her cheek. ‘That is true, but the more strength you have beforehand too, the better.’  

‘I guess so.’ She sighed.

‘Exactly. So when I get back, I expect to see you in bed. Or at least getting ready for bed, hmm?’ He smirked at her and kissed her forehead.

‘So bossy.’ Louise huffed.

‘But you love it.’ Chris winked at her as he got up and stretched upwards.

Louise couldn’t deny he was right, and he knew he was by the slight blush on her cheeks.

‘I won’t be long, pumpkin. I love you.’ He leaned over her to kiss her on the lips.

‘Love you too.’ She murmured over his lips, her heart fluttering as it always did when he told her he loved her.

Chris stepped outside and turned into a bat, he headed into the centre of the city and flew around for a little while, looking for a certain victim that Toshi had told him about. He flew down into the retail park, it was empty but the guy he was looking for was known to hang around there, dealing drugs to kids.

Though as he turned into his vampire form and scanned the place, he didn’t see anyone at all.

He groaned in frustration as he ran a hand down his face. He was hungry, desperate for some blood. Not taking from Louise had been tough, but he knew he had to be on top form to support her tomorrow.

‘I need to eat.’ He growled to himself as he walked over to the small kids park that was behind the retail park.

He sniffed at the air as he caught scent of someone nearby. As he turned the corner, he spotted a drunk man stumbling around just outside the kids park. it wasn’t who he had been looking for, he didn’t recognise him at all, so had no clue if he was an innocent man that had just drank too much or not.

His fangs slowly came out to play, but he balled his hands into fists.

Don’t do it. He might be an innocent man… But I’m so hungry, I need to eat and get back to Louise.

Chris growled deeply and took a few steps towards the man, but he stopped again and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. The drunken man kept stumbling around, not getting very far very fast.

‘Ugh.’ He snarled and took a deep breath. ‘Blood is blood.’

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The Sims 4 - The Soul Legacy (Official)

The Sims 4 | The Soul Legacy

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✨ [The Soul Legacy] ✨

This challenge follows a deep, emotional legacy filled with growth, hardships, dreams, and generational struggles. Your Sims will navigate love, ambition, family dynamics, and self-discovery over 10 generations, each with unique stories and goals.

📜 Rules

• Each generation has required aspirations, traits, and career paths to guide gameplay.

• You can play on any lifespan but must complete each gen’s goals before moving on.

• Mods/CC are allowed to enhance storytelling!

• Feel free to tweak anything to fit your playstyle.

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🌟 Generation One: The Dreamer (Actor)

“People like us don’t get to live in fairytales.”

You’ve always loved acting, getting lost in stories where you could be anyone but yourself. Your parents never understood, calling it unrealistic, childish—a waste of time. You wanted freedom, so you ran away before they could force you into a life you never wanted.

Now, with nothing but your dreams and determination, you’ll make it in the world of acting. But will fame fill the void, or will you have to face your past to truly find happiness?

🎯 Goals:

✅ Run away as a teen/young adult (move out before finishing school)

✅ Start with §0—work odd jobs until your first acting gig

✅ Live in a tiny, run-down apartment or outdoors

✅ Join the Acting Career (Reach level 8+)

✅ Have a signature role (e.g., star in a famous movie/TV show)

✅ Have a strained/non-existent relationship with family

✅ Fall in love with someone completely different from you

✅ Have at least one child and try to be the parent you never had

✅ At some point, confront your past (visit childhood home, rekindle an old relationship, write an unsent letter)

Traits: Creative, Romantic, Self-Absorbed

Aspiration: Master Actor

Career: Acting

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🌿 Generation Two: The Escapee

“I just want to live a normal life.”

Growing up with a famous parent was suffocating. **Paparazzi, expectations, pressure—**you wanted none of it. While your parent saw glitz and glamour, all you saw was loneliness and exhaustion.

Determined to escape their world, you move somewhere small, quiet, and cozy—just a normal life with a normal job and a stable family. But maybe life has other plans…

🎯 Goals:

✅ Move far away from your childhood home

✅ Work a normal 9-5 job (Business, Education, Salaryperson, or any non-celebrity career)

✅ Find love with a childhood sweetheart or someone equally simple

✅ Never discuss your famous parent—keep your past a secret

✅ Have a big, loving family and be a devoted parent

✅ One of your kids feels trapped by normalcy (setting up Gen Three’s story!)

Traits: Family-Oriented, Neat, Unflirty

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Business/Education/Salaryperson

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🎸 Generation Three: The Wild Heart

“You only live once.”

Your parents were stable, predictable, safe. But you? You crave **excitement, music, art—**a life of passion. You refuse to settle down early, choosing music, festivals, and freedom over responsibility.

But when life throws you a curveball, you must choose: continue chasing dreams, or build a life you never wanted?

🎯 Goals:

✅ Pursue the Entertainer (Music) or Freelancer (Artist) career

✅ Have multiple lovers before settling down

✅ Travel often & experience at least 3 worlds fully

✅ Accidentally get pregnant/have a child early—this changes everything

✅ Struggle balancing art and parenthood

✅ Eventually give up your dream for stability—your child becomes your new purpose

Traits: Music Lover, Outgoing, Noncommittal

Aspiration: City Native / Musical Genius

Career: Entertainer (Musician) / Freelancer (Artist)

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🍞 Generation Four: The Provider

“I refuse to let my kids struggle like I did.”

You grew up watching your artistic, free-spirited parent struggle. You swore you’d never live like that. Stability, wealth, security—that’s what matters.

But in chasing success, do you forget what really makes life worth living?

🎯 Goals:

✅ Reach level 10 in a high-paying career (Law, Doctor, or Tech Guru)

✅ Own a large, fancy home

✅ Be strict but loving as a parent

✅ Never let your kids experience financial struggle

✅ At some point, have a midlife crisis—do you choose family or career?

Traits: Ambitious, Perfectionist, Materialistic

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Career: Law / Doctor / Tech Guru

🎭 Generation Five: The Black Sheep

“I never asked to be born into this family.”

Your successful, workaholic parent wanted you to follow in their footsteps, but you never fit their mold. Instead of stability, you seek thrill, rebellion, and chaos.

You get caught up in parties, bad decisions, and shady deals—a self-destructive spiral that seems impossible to break. But maybe there’s still hope for redemption…

🎯 Goals:

✅ Have bad grades as a teen and get kicked out or run away

✅ Get into criminal activities (Criminal career, hacking, or selling stolen goods)

✅ Get arrested at least once (if using Basemental Mods)

✅ Struggle with relationships and commitment

✅ Have an accidental pregnancy but struggle to raise your child

✅ Eventually, turn your life around and break the cycle

Traits: Hot-Headed, Kleptomaniac, Party Animal

Aspiration: Public Enemy / Chief of Mischief

Career: Criminal / Freelancer (Hacker)

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🌿 Generation Six: The Healer

“I won’t repeat my parents’ mistakes.”

You grew up in chaos, neglect, or instability. As a child, you dreamed of creating a calm, healing space for yourself and others.

You dedicate your life to helping people, spreading positivity, and breaking generational trauma. But do you prioritize others too much and forget to take care of yourself?

🎯 Goals:

✅ Become a Doctor, Therapist (Social Work mod), or Wellness Guru

✅ Have a calm, cozy home with a garden

✅ Learn meditation, yoga, herbalism, or wellness

✅ Adopt at least one child—you believe in second chances

✅ Try to repair your family’s broken bonds but struggle with boundaries

Traits: Good, Outgoing, Self-Sacrificing (or Overachiever)

Aspiration: Friend of the World / Inner Peace

Career: Doctor / Social Worker / Wellness Guru

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🎨 Generation Seven: The Daydreamer

“Life should be beautiful.”

Your childhood was nurturing and safe, and you grew up soft, romantic, and imaginative. You believe in true love, artistic passion, and the beauty of everyday life.

But is it possible to stay in your dream world forever?

🎯 Goals:

✅ Be a painter, writer, or photographer

✅ Live in a small cottage or artistic loft

✅ Collect postcards, poetry books, and small sentimental items

✅ Fall madly in love but struggle with heartbreak

✅ Eventually, find your soulmate and start a family

✅ Paint or write a masterpiece that outlives you

Traits: Creative, Romantic, Over-Emotional (or Gloomy)

Aspiration: Bestselling Author / Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Painter / Writer / Photographer

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💰 Generation Eight: The Workaholic

“Love doesn’t pay the bills.”

You grew up watching your dreamy, artistic parent struggle financially, and you swore you’d never be like them. Success, money, and power—that’s your focus.

But what happens when you realize money isn’t everything?

🎯 Goals:

✅ Reach level 10 of the Business, Investor, or Politician career

✅ Live in a luxury apartment or penthouse

✅ Have one failed marriage or engagement—love takes a backseat

✅ Eventually, realize family matters more than wealth

✅ Retire early and dedicate your time to philanthropy or mentoring

Traits: Ambitious, Snob, Workaholic

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Business / Investor / Politician

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🌲 Generation Nine: The Nomad

“I don’t belong in one place.”

After a childhood of wealth and structure, you feel trapped. You crave adventure, freedom, and exploration.

You reject traditional life and choose to live off the land, travel, and embrace nature.

🎯 Goals:

✅ Live in a tent, tiny home, or off-the-grid cabin

✅ Travel to every world and experience all cultures

✅ Make money through fishing, foraging, or odd jobs

✅ Have a relationship that’s on-and-off due to your wandering lifestyle

✅ Eventually, settle down and realize home isn’t a place—it’s people

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Adventurous, Loner

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast / Strangerville Mystery

Career: Freelancer / Self-Sufficient / Odd Jobs

⸻

🌅 Generation Ten: The Full Circle

“Maybe everything was leading to this.”

Your family line has been through struggles, dreams, failures, and triumphs. You feel an unexplainable pull toward your family’s past.

You find old letters, journals, or artifacts connecting you to Generation One. Their story inspires you to find your own purpose.

🎯 Goals:

✅ Discover a family secret and document your lineage

✅ Write a biography or make a documentary about your ancestors

✅ Pursue any career that reflects your family’s past

✅ Have a big family, bringing everyone back together

✅ End the legacy where it all began—return to Gen One’s home or acting career

Traits: Bookworm, Family-Oriented, Curious

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim / Archaeology Scholar

Career: Historian / Writer / Actor

[theageofsims]

Ya girl is sad and mad… and in a bit of shock, but I said I didn't want to talk about about Andre, but of course I was going to have to talk about Andre.

LISTEN TO ME… why did it HAVE to be ANDRE…?????!!!!!!!

I literally just posted about not being able to wait to see him go full-on gray and the game TOOK THE MAN FROM ME.

You don't understand. He hasn't been the only one. There has been Sims that have come into my legacy and have been such good, helpful Sims. Andre was not the first one and he won't be the last, BUT LISTEN TO ME… Andre was the only one with a LEGIT JOB AND he had a passion for Archaeology.

And not just some job… he was a COLLEGE PROFESSOR and he loved ARCHAEOLOGY… HE WAS BASICALLY INDIANA JONES WITH BLUE EYES AND A DAMN TAN, WHAT IN THE FUCK!!!!!

The pain in my heart… I wept.

Let try and focus here. I specifically built the 6 bed rental in Tomarang for Sulani and Andre and their 6 children. I literally just adopted their two sons (I always wanted them to have two sons, I even had the names Chester and Kevin picked out for them before they even had their what turned out to be twin daughters) -- but I knew that Sulani was pushing into her elder years (he was much younger than Sulani) and I didn't want to have her have children under a certain age (for long) by the time she got there.

And with their funds (which is a TON), from his findings as well as the many books she had written since she was still in college, I figured they would be the perfect ones to adopt two children and raise them along with their other four.

So that's what literally happened. I had them adopt the boys then I spent a day and a half trying to have google help me build a home that would fit in the world of Tomarang.

I have never brought any of my legacy members on an actual vacation. Sometimes I'll send them to Selvadorada if there's a reason, but that's been literally it.

When they arrived it was rainy/stormy for a few days and I booked them for 7 days, but had this idea that I'd have them travel to Selvadorada for a whole week after that JUST BECAUSE.

I had no idea there's this 'cave' or whatever in Tomarang and so when I discovered it and Sulani along with some of the kids and Andre were in the water, I clicked on him to swim over to go explore it because he's like Indiana fucking Jones. And that's when the game alerted me "Andre is drowning!"

There was no way to save that man. Sulani was literally RIGHT next to him and I tried to see if she could interact with Grim, but you just can't -- maybe it can only be done on land? I don't know, but man… what a damn SHOCK it was to me.

I sent them all back home after that, I mean what else was I going to do?

Andre's ghost lives with them because since the beginning of my legacy, if there is a child within the household of someone who has passed, they are able to see their spirit. Like an actual kid. Once they age into teen years, the ghost is released/the person gets properly put to rest.

Sulani and Andre got a bunch of kids so I'm assuming he will be here for awhile as a Ghost, but that doesn't make it any better.

I feel so… I just feel. I really do just feel.

Anyway, let me post some photos of Andre's info and life. I feel like he brought so much to my legacy because of what Sulani went through in her life so I'll mention that here as well.

So Andre appeared in Oasis Springs as a college professor as Britechester. It was literally right after Sulani's first boyfriend died from a house fire… in her Oasis Springs home. They immediately started dating and then they moved to Britechester where she finished college (at Foxubury so there wouldn't be any conflict of interest sort of stuff or whatever it's called, but not that she had him as a teacher or anything ).

They lived there until she graduated and then they moved to Chestnut Ridge.

Andre already had a guitar when she met him or at least he had a high guitar skill. He also had a passion for painting then, too.

I had him quit his job somewhere around her 7th or so book because I knew that they would have beyond enough money to work from home. Andre also wrote a few books, but not as many as Sulani (who is still writing them). I also figured he would be working on those relics they send to the house for him to use at his archaeology table.

There's not much to say about Andre beyond that. Sulani met him when they were both young adults and he passed away as an adult, but I feel like he was in my legacy FOREVER… just because I loved him so much.

I mean, I loved him so much for Sulani, you know? Her mother was turned into a vampire and then vanished. Her father had passed away in his older age (from a broken heart). Her first boyfriend burned to death in a fire AT HER HOUSE. Her older half-sister who raised her passed away as soon as she literally finished college.

She lost her first dog, Indiana, who she adopted from Selvadorada…

And now her damn husband, the only man she ever truly loved and had FOUR children with and adopted TWO children with fucking DROWNS.

I really thought she was going to have the ultimate happy ending after all this bad shit in her life, but NOPE. The game said fuck you! Well fuck you too, motherfucker!!!!

[armoricaroyalty]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 / ❛ boy crazy ❜ part two (@nexility-sims)

When Zofia walked into a room, everyone noticed. It might have been the enormity of her hair or the constant noise of her rings and bracelets or else the overwhelmingly sweet scent of her favorite body mist, but she was captivating in every sense of the word. Hannah had been jealous of her, once upon a time. It would have been impossible to grow up with her without any jealousy: next to Zofia, everyone became shabby and dull. Ranks didn't matter at all, no title or royal honor could ever compete with that kind of natural charisma. Hannah loved her, but there had been days when she'd hated her, too. Now, though, she was only grateful. When Zofia walked in, nobody noticed the rest of them slipping out.

read part one here

author's note: @nexility-sims and I have been working on the zofia/rui romance since....early 2022? some time in 2021? since #rufia has completely dominated 2/3 of our joint brain power for years, it seemed fitting to finally let them out of our DM's to celebrate Love Day Valentine's Day. Happy V-Day, everyone!

Transcript under the cut.

CHEF | Aren't long nails against dress code, anyway? SERVER | [laughs] Girl, I don't give a fuuu— SERVER | You wanna know who else is wearing acrylics tonight? CHEF | [bored] I dunno, who? SERVER | Oh, nobody, just the Princess Zofia. CHEF | [gasps] CHEF | Shut. Up. You actually talked to her? What was she like? SERVER | She's fucking gorgeous. Like, obviously, but up close, she's even more beautiful. CHEF | Yeah, yeah, but what was she like? SERVER | Okay, so I didn't actually talk to her because she was all over her new boyfriend. They were like, so into each other. It was so sweet. CHEF | Really? I heard it's just a PR relationship so people will think she's over Sigis. SERVER | No way! They're obviously crazy abut each other. You can't fake— UNIDENTIFIED MAN | [offscreen] EVERYBODY OUT! HUGO | What, do I gotta say it again? All of you, clear out! HANNAH | [sighs] Please excuse us. HANNAH | My cousin and I need somewhere to speak privately. Will you please excuse us for a moment? CHEF | ??? SERVER | [shrugs] HUGO | ...anyway, did you see it? HANNAH | See what? HUGO | That stupid little hair flip. He did it a million times. HANNAH | He's growing it out for her. HUGO | Really? Hard to believe, he's so fucking vain. HANNAH | She told me she asked him to grow it long. [deep, beleaguered sigh] She thinks it's sexy. HUGO | What, are you for real? HANNAH | Oh yeah. She's always had a thing for guys with long hair. HUGO | ...huh. HANNAH | Anyway...what's your take? Personally, I don't see what she sees in him. HUGO | [snorts] He's better than Marshall. HANNAH | That's the world's lowest bar. Subterranean, in fact. HUGO | So what are we going to do? HANNAH | He's not a dog, we can't just run him off. HUGO | Well, you can't, but maybe if I— PIDGE | [offscreen] HEY! What are you two talking about? PIDGE | ...and why are you hanging out in the kitchen? ARTHUR | ....hi. HUGO | [icily] Farrier. HANNAH | It's late, Pidge. What are you still doing up? PIDGE | Uh, excuse you. Mama said I can stay until midnight. ARTHUR | ...you two aren't talking about Rui and Zofie, are you? HUGO | ... HANNAH | ...no. PIDGE | You two are such LIARS! PIDGE | Both of you are judgy control freaks! I thought he was really nice. HUGO | He could barely string a sentence together. ARTHUR | I mean...Armorican is his third or fourth language, isn't it? HUGO | Whatever! He gives me the creeps. HANNAH | Well, she says she's in love. HUGO | [scoffs] In love? They've known each other for six months. PIDGE | So? What if it was love at first sight? HANNAH | [exasperated] Pidge— HUGO | Just ignore her, she's fourteen. PIDGE | For your information, I'm fifteen. And I'll be sixteen in May, sooo— HUGO | Yeah, a baby— ARTHUR | Can I remind everyone that Zofia is twenty-two? She's an adult, she can make her own choices, and this is none of our business. HUGO | You're right, Farrier. It's none of your business. HANNAH | [offscreen] Hugo, enough. PIDGE | [mouthing] Rude. HANNAH | Arthur, what was your read? ARTHUR | I don't know, and I don't want to form a judgment until I've actually gotten to know him. He seems...fine? On par with the other guys she's dated. HANNAH | [sighs] "On par with all her other boyfriends" is the entire problem. HANNAH | I just don't want her to get hurt again. This happens every time, you know? She falls hard and fast and then the guy turns out to be a scum-sucking lowlife. PIDGE | [laughs] Hellooooo, what about Van? He was— HANNAH | Probably thw worst of all of them. Trust me, Pigeon. He's...he's no good. HUGO | [jokingly] You see, baby bird? That's why you're not allowed to date until you're thirty and why Hannah's gonna join a convent— PIDGE | No way, that's not fair. HANNAH | [tiredly] Hugo, shut up. No one asked. PIDGE | Yeah, Hugo. No one asked. ARTHUR | Look, I think we should at least give the guy a chance. HANNAH | [sighs] I guess we owe her that much. PIDGE | Guys, I actually talked to him, and trust me: he is like, sooo nice. HUGO | ... HUGO | I bet I could take him. PIDGE | Hey! Hannah, did you hear what he just said—

[frogshipping]

Alice: Return to Madness, The Sims, & Uncharted

Hi, Rebecca!! Hope you and Rumi are enjoying your Saturday! Tysm for the ask <3

I'll answer for multiple f/o's this time!

Alice: Return to Madness - How do you and your f/o(s)’ clothing styles vary? Do they steal your clothes? Do you steal theirs?

Goku and Viti's styles don't vary too greatly. They both mostly wear their gi around. But even in plain clothes they dress somewhat similar (open button down shirts, casual pants, bomber/letterman jackets, that sorta thing). Viti is more likely to be dressed in plain clothes, though. They also really like pastel colors compared to Goku who tends to stick with his signature orange and blue, with some bits of black, white, or brown in the mix occasionally. Viti is more willing to wear fancier/more formal clothes in the form of either dresses or suits, while Goku hates having to wear a suit or tux. Viti loves to steal Goku's weighted undershirts. To them it feels like a big hug when wearing one! Goku is too big and muscular to fit in any of Viti’s clothes.

With Katsuki he kinda dresses edgy and almost emo, even in his mid 20's. Viti does sometimes as well (she loves to wear band t-shirts, leather jackets, ripped up jeans, and anything with skulls on it is really cool. Viti also likes spiked chokers and accessories like that). Again Viti is the type to enjoy pastels. But Katsuki prefers darker or bolder colors at all times. Still, both of them will share clothes occasionally, mostly jackets or shirts (Viti will wear oversized shirts from time to time if the outfit will good good with it). Again, though, Viti is mainly the one who steals clothes.

The Sims - Describe you and your f/o(s)’ dream home!

The dream home would be very similar all across the board for my selfships. Something modern I'd say. I'm not too familiar with house styles, but something cozy and not super big inside is nice. Or a cabin could be neat, too! 2 stories, with maybe 4 or 5 bedrooms would be enough (1 master bedroom, one office each for the f/o and s/i to have their own creative space, one or two guests rooms for friends that can be converted into bedrooms if they decide to have kids.) There has to be a big kitchen though, maybe a dining room as well. A pool in the backyard is a must, and the yard itself must be quite spacious for celebrations, training, pets, or whatever else may be kept out there (depends on the ship and particularly who the f/o is). Something like one of these houses would be perfect

Uncharted - What is you and your f/o(s) dream vacation? Do you go somewhere far away or just do a staycation at home? Is it more relaxed or full of activities and events?

Staycations are usually the norm, because in all my selfships so much crazy stuff happens that being at home and relaxing would be the most appealing thing for my f/o's and s/i's. That isn't to say none of them would take a traditional vacation, though. Viti and Katsuki would probably be the most likely to travel around the world together in their off time, visiting popular places. The Galapagos Islands are a dream location for Viti, and with their zoology degree, the two would definitely have a chance to visit there (probably multiple times, sometimes as a working vacation, other times to enjoy the sights).

[x-bee-x]

Hi Skink, happy holidays a few days late. Sorry if this isn't exactly what you had in mind for a fic, the more I was writing the more kinda angsty it became, and I just kinda ran with it. If you want another fic ever, maybe one that will go on the other blog, you're more than welcome to request one. I hope you still like it anyway though. Enjoy some Purgatory Spiderbit.

Six

Angst, suicidal ideation, grief

647 words

No one was really absolutely sure how long they had been at this, sometimes it felt like they were searching for one another and battles between them lasted minutes, sometimes it felt like it all lasted for days.

Look up towards the scarlet sky and sun for anything hidden among the trees, dig into different areas to look hidden under the sand and dirt, pick up a colored flag and put it into pockets, swipe weapons across the fronts or through the backs of opponents, wipe sweat from their brows, take a breath, repeat.

Fit ran across the desert, quiet as a mouse, one ping after another on the communicators the team wore on their biceps indicating each time he got a kill.

Etoiles could be heard somewhere nearby, or his echo carried by the hint of a breeze could, telling someone "it's me, it's me!"

Roier shoved the cloth of a flag in his pocket and searched for any hints of his next victim, when footsteps crunching along earth approached from behind, he raised and held Bobby's Soul in attack position as he turned to face his opponent.

"Hola, Guapito."

"Olá, Gatinho."

And the sound of swords connecting and clashing rang through the air.

"How long have we been at this?"

Roier asked as their diamond swords swiped against each other with a shing.

"This like this flag game specifically?"

"This like how long we've been in this place."

Roier dodged each swing before connecting their weapons once more.

"I don't know, Gatito, a veces parecen años."

Another ding coming from the band on his upper arm that meant one of his teammates got a kill.

"You are doing good, Guapito, you and your team."

"I don't know if it's enough."

"I hope it is."

"I don't."

"Por que?"

"Because if we are doing good, that means you are not, and that means you lose, and if you lose then you die or something, and I do not think I can live in a world where you lose and that you are not in."

The edge of the blade froze at Roier's exposed throat for a second, barely grazing skin, as Cellbit processed his words.

"You could lose to."

"Mhm."

"And that would be a bad thing."

"Would it?"

"O que você está falando, Roier? Of course it would."

Cellbit lowered his weapon and held it by his side, touching Roier's wrist and encouraging him to do the same.

"I'm tired, Cellbo."

"I know."

"I miss Bobby."

"Me too."

"And if we lose, then maybe it could take care of both of those things, and that doesn't really sound so bad."

"Guapito."

Roier raised his head, watching Cellbit open his mouth then close it again in hesitation and consideration, then drop his sword on the ground.

"Qué estás haciendo, Cellbit?"

"Giving you the chance to win. Use that, on me, it's okay."

He wrapped his hands around Roier's so they were both holding the hilt of Bobby's Soul.

"You have to stay though, for Richarlyson if nothing else."

"Both of us know that might not even be an option."

"But it could be."

"Richas might not even be out there, maybe none of the kids."

"But it could be."

"Roier."

"Cellbo."

Cellbit tightened Roier's hands around the handle, brought it a bit further up in the space between their bodies and positioned it so it was facing more towards his own torso, and dropped his hands.

"It's okay, Gatito, you can do it. Give your team a point, sim? It will be okay."

"Gatinho."

"It will be okay."

Cellbit pulled him closer until their lips connected, messy and unfocused and perfect.

"Todo va a estar bien, Guapito."

He whispered into the others mouth, and they kissed until Cellbit's lips broke contact as he fell slowly into a heap, Roier's hold on the diamond sword never loosening.

[aikoiya]

LoZ: Link's Attractiveness

Am I the only one who feels like, the more androgynous that Link gets, the less attractive I think he is?

Like, Twilight Link was, by far, the hottest Link. But then again, he was also the most physically masculine of the Links too.

Like, just look at this side-by-side comparison, ya'll!

I dunno about ya'll, but I know which design I prefer! It's the goat herder on the right in case you were in any way confused.

I don't know why they keep designing the Links more & more femininely. Though, I do remember reading something about one of the designers or something. Apparently, he asked his wife or whatever how she would make Link more attractive & she said what amounted to "make him look more like a girl" & I'm just sitting there thinking to myself, "please, don't."

Like, maybe Japanese women just prefer them with girly hips & bones like a bird, but not me. Which, looking at it, this seems to be indicative of the Sōshokukei Danshi (草食系男子, grass-eater men) trend that's become so big in Japan. Which, itself, is just something I'm very much not into. I just don't want a man who uses more cosmetics than I do, okay? I simply don't see it as attractive.

Like, why not just admit that they wanna date girls? Because that's what it seems like.

I just want another Link with abs, ya'll. Being traditionally masculine isn't a bad thing & shouldn't be treated as such.

I don't care if he's short (I mean, I'd like a tall Link, but I can live without one), but please give me a more masculine Link. Like, he doesn't even need to be uber muscular either, just don't make him so damn girlish, okay??

Like, I get that part of the appeal for a lot of people is that they can put themselves in his place & making him as androgynous as possible allows as many people as is possible to be able to fit into his place. But for me, personally, that's just not the draw.

I'm just not that into the whole reader or player insert thing because I like myself in reality where I am. When I play or read shit, I'm not doing it to read about or play myself unless it's a farming sim or some-such, I'm doing it to read about or play someone else.

Like, yeah, there will always be a little bit of "how would I do this" in it, but ultimately what I'm invested in is not me. I'm just not that self-obsessed & I like it that way.

All I'm saying, ya'll, is that masculinity is hot.

That's likely part of why so many are simping over Ganondorf. Because, for all his evilness, he's the most physically masculine person in damn near every game he appears in. Same with Sidon, he's pretty damn masculine too, just in a different way. You could even say that Rauru is also pretty masculine in his own way, just not the way that Ganondorf or Sidon are. Rather, he's more so in the way that a wise king is & even though I'm not really into the anthro thing unless it's werewolves (I own up to my flaws), I can definitely see why a lot of fans simp for him.

Now, don't get me wrong, Link is masculine in his own way. Trust me, there's a lot masculine about being a hero who helps people & saves the princess. And even just that sort of masculinity is very hot. He's just not very masculine physically. Especially with those hips. He's got too girly hips & he doesn't have the right build to make up for it the way that Rauru does.

Even Twilight Link wasn't extremely masculine.

Edit: Apparently, this post sparked some sort of ire? She insisted that I was being a bigot towards Japanese men & the Japanese culture as a whole, which... really doesn't sound right.

I thought all I did here was state my preferences.

Re-Edit: Someone made a very good point a bit ago somewhere else.

If you compare BotW Link to TotK Link, you might notice that he's gained a bit more muscle. And I'm obviously all for that, but it also got me thinking about something. What if the reason he had noodle arms before was because of the 100 years he was asleep?

I mean, it'd make sense, wouldn't it? That's a long time to be asleep, so why wouldn't he experience some form of Sarcopenia or muscle atrophy?

And if I'm right, then I'm suddenly not so disappointed in how wimpy he looks in BotW, because it suddenly makes every bit of sense.

Edit: A while ago, I learned that in TotK Wild gets a bit more buff. And it's true. So, now that I think back, it's entirely possible that the reason why he was so noodly in BotW may've been due to literally being asleep for 100 years.

If so, then I can let it slide in that case. Besides, he's more muscular now. Not as much as Twilight, but I'm cool with it.

LoZ General Masterlist

[vickieuncommon]

Made a Zoi today..

This is Donte Edwards, probably the blackest Zoi created so far. lol He came out lookin' so cute too! He just needs a grill in his mouth, then he'll be *chefs kiss*. lol I'm terrible at creating women because I'm not girly enough..

What I can really appreciate is the customization in most aspects of your Zoi. It's definitely detailed and gives you a lot of free reign, even down to selecting accent colors via color slider on certain assets. I really like the clothes provided and was able to make an outfit that fit my mans here.

The in-game photo editing features, poses, and animations are pretty cool. I'm still learning when it comes to those types of things, so I was glad to see that it was beginner friendly as well. Lastly, I found the traits to be interesting and they seem to give your Zoi more of a personality and not just the player pretending they act that way.

Also, they look real af. Unreal Engine 5 is crazy for a simulation game. It's giving GTA 5.

Though there was plenty of customization, there were some areas where I felt that feature was a bit lacking. The lack of afro textured hair and the absence of bigger bodies was definitely disappointing. I actually wanted Donte to be bigger but he's as big as he can be. I love me a big man! I also couldn't make his shoulder/neck wider or feet bigger.

I also found the face presets limiting as well. Maybe I missed where it was, but I could only choose those presets to customize what's already there. I wish there were mouth, eye, nose, etc. presets preloaded as well.

I wish there were categories for clothing, instead of just saving a preset. I am not sure if this is the case for situation events (sleep or weather), but from what I've seen in early access gameplay, you still need to go into create a Zoi to access your save preset. So like... Why else would I save a preset other than to easily access it in game? I will need to see how that's going to work.

Finally, I think the biggest deterrent from playing this game is the use of AI. Really tired of these lazy companies pushing out something that is not only harmful to creatives in the present and exploitative of laborers, but will harm the environment in the long run. Because Donte looks so real, I'm afraid that this is actually someone's face that they've ripped from a picture somewhere. So I am sorry to that person if that's the case. Cuz I swear he look like someone I know....

I'm not sure if I'll come back to this game. I think it looks good initially and it was pretty cool to mess around with, but my last point really doesn't make me feel good about it. This game has so much potential but it's very tone deaf to associate with AI at this point. We know too much. I don't think this will make The Sims obsolete because I think the aesthetic for both games are very different and will come down to the players preference. If anything, they'll just give The Sims a little pressure.

Donte thanks you for listening.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 105 - San Sequoia Insecurities

Ophelia and Xander are woken up by not one, but two crying kiddos.

Ophelia: I'll take Gemma, you take Lulu.

Xander: Got it, chief.

The girls are fed and ready for a new day of reaching milestones and being an object! Guess which applies to which.

Lulu is aging up into an infant soon and Gemma will age up to a toddler on the same day. Ophelia wants to have some time alone with her husband before that, the calm before the storm. She sends a text to Greta and Jace, who are more than happy to watch the girls (for money).

Ophelia: What would you say to some alone time?

Xander: I don't think it's safe to woohoo so quickly after giving birth.

Ophelia: No, normal alone time! We didn't get the chance to go for a walk around Gilbert Gardens when we were in San Sequoia. What do you say?

Ophelia: Greta and Jace said they'd watch the girls. I figured we could use a breather before Gemma's birthday.

Xander: Sure, sounds fun. Let's hit that loading screen!

It's winter, so Gilbert Gardens isn't exactly lush. Still, the air is crisp and refreshing. Good day for a stroll!

As they start their nature walk, they walk past a familiar face.

Xander: Hey isn't that-

Ophelia: Don't make eye contact.

Ophelia shows Xander the sights and tells stories of walks she'd go on with her grandparents.

Ophelia: I think I wrote my initials in the concrete somewhere around here…

Xander pulls out an apple and snacks as his wife shows him the initials when she finally finds it.

These dang Simillennials, always on their phones. All Sims know how to do is text on they phone, be pansexual, eat grilled cheese and lie.

Ophelia spots the splash pad and tells Xander all about the fun times she'd have with her Gramps and Gran as a tot.

Ophelia: Maybe Lulu will be old enough to play in it by the time summer comes around. I wonder if she and Gemma will like water as much as I did…

By the time they finish their loop around the gardens, Ophelia has talked Xander's ear off about memories from her childhood.

Ophelia: This was nice. Thank you, sweetie. It's a shame we can't go for walks like this around Tartosa.

Xander: There's always Mt. Komorebi

Ophelia wraps her arms around Xander's neck and gives him a soft kiss.

Ophelia: Can you take a picture of me by the sign for Simstagram?

Xander: Of course, we've got to share such groundbreaking content with your loyal followers!

Ophelia: Jerk!

I wish we could zoom out on photos. Oh well. You can sort of see the sign. Say cheese!

Back at home, the girls are taking naps while Ophelia checks her social media timeline. The paparazzi did end up following them around, figures.

That doesn't matter. She and Xander had fun, and he didn't bother them. It wasn't the worst thing to happen.

Ophelia checks the comments on her Simstagram pic and a couple rude ones catch her eye.

'omw she let herself go' 'more like ophelia grapefruit'

She rolls her eyes but another comment makes her heart sink.

'if she doesn't go to the gym she's gonna die before her kids are teens'

Ophelia can't get that comment out of her mind. She hasn't gotten that big, has she? She's about the same size she was before she lost weight, but she has a lot more eyes on her now. She's not as active as she used to be… And is she really unhealthy enough to die young?

No, Ophelia isn't going to leave her girls motherless. She'll take control of her health before things get out of hand.

She sends a text to the Hot Girls Only fitness club, who hadn't met in a while, asking if they can meet up tomorrow. Libby can't but Summer and Becca agree!

Ophelia comes back downstairs before Gemma's bedtime and makes a promise to her.

Ophelia: I'm going to make sure I stick around for a long, long time, nooboo. Don't you worry, Mommy's not going anywhere.

Gemma doesn't understand, but she just likes being around her mommy.

When she gets ready for bed, Ophelia passes the mirror again and internally cringes. Xander liked her body no matter what, and she thought she looked fine, but clearly others didn't share that sentiment, to the point they thought she was gonna drop dead.

She'll show them.

[inkabelledesigns]

I'm seeing a lot of comments where people are trying to figure out where to go to roleplay with real people. So I wanted to add on with some advice for you.

If you're unsure where to go, there are many places to find fellow roleplayers. Look around on Tumblr's search feature for RP and askblogs, or consider making one yourself and tagging it with your fandom to be seen. If you write fanfiction, maybe put an offer at the end of your fic to roleplay with people in that fandom.

Search around for fandom Discord servers that have an RP section. I recently found myself in a Kirby server where the roleplaying scene is really fun. I'm mostly a spectator, but it's amazing how many tools there are for that, from typing regularly to making character profiles with Tupperbot and similar tools. Look for forum websites to see if they have any RP forums. I used to be a part of a forum on TV Tropes for a roleplayl called We Have All Been Gender Flipped, or WHABGF for short. Genuinely had a lot of fun there.

Heck, back when YouTube had a comments section on people's channels, my earliest internet roleplaying days were there. If you want to go make a YouTube video and use the comments section for roleplaying, by all means, go for it. It's unorthodox, but so long as everyone consents to it, why not? XD I mean there were days where my high school friends and I would make color coded Google Docs to roleplay together, we had some Sly Cooper level adventures that were so much fun. When you have friends or mutuals, reach out to them directly to ask if they'd be into it. I remember briefly playing around on a website called Chatzy for private chat rooms. I can't vouch for how it is now, but maybe that would be up your alley.

If you want more than text, then there's always a good drawing roleplay. Maybe you open up a Magma canvas and open it up to some friends or the public, and you doodle out some scenarios of your characters together. Maybe you find an online multiplayer game where you can goof around together. I can't say I know enough about VR chat to recommend it, but I'm told it's good to go in with a group of people you already know for that (and to be cautious about spicy stuff). Heck, you could probably do stuff like this in stuff like Minecraft if you wanted.

I know it can be scary to reach out to someone about this stuff, but I promise you, it's worth it. Be kind, be polite, and remember, the worst thing they can say is no. And it's okay to say no, that's not the end of the world. One door closed means another door is open somewhere else. Just remember, the person on the other side of the screen is in fact a person. They have a life outside of their phone that has them doing all sorts of things, and sometimes roleplays will be slow because of that. I know it's hard to wait, but waiting is worth it to have fun with someone whose company you enjoy.

If you're still anxious about being with real people, there's always playing life simulation games like The Sims. Most of the time, the base game is free for Sims 4, and there's so many mods you can download without ever needing to use Expansion packs. And on stuff like the Gallery, you can find lots of Sims of your favorite characters made by others, and you can tweak them to your liking. I personally love designing OCs and characters from my favorite media in games like this to play out their lives, romances, etc.

If you like text based games and want to imagine a character, a lot of my friends have been enjoying Fallen London recently. There's a lot of imagination and character creation you can do within the different scenarios they give you, and seeing all of their OCs from this has been a treat. There's also a messaging system there (that I keep neglecting to use, I'm so sorry guys) for a little bit of roleplay adjacent communicating between characters from real people, but it's not required. I'm sure there are other things like it out there that fit this niche, this is just the one I know of.

There are many ways to fill the part of your heart that loves roleplaying, and I promise you, it's worth it to take the time to try them. You will become a better writer and get better at socializing the more you exercise those skills, and ultimately, you'll find your people. And it's going to be so much fun! Just remember, be kind, get consent, and talk things out if you're unsure of where the boundaries are. It's gonna be okay, you've got this, you are gonna find something that works for you. I believe in you!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go take my own advice and try to be less scared of roleplaying with some cool people I know. XD Because boy did I need a reminder that it's not so bad, and things are gonna be okay.

reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

[thoughtsoffoxes]

Why do we have to monetize everything?

I haven't been doing so well, but recently I've gotten more stable. It's probably a life crisis. I'll think about how working is what I'll be doing for the rest of my life. It won't matter if I'm in this same position or in another, but I'll be working. I get really upset thinking how lots of people just stay at jobs for decades. I haven't been able to stay at a job for over a year in a long time and I just have to strap down somewhere? Maybe other people are more fortunate and are able to find something they're okay with staying at. Personally, it's been hard. After a few months I get tired, I want to leave, things that are just standard for the job are annoying. I think maybe it's the sameness of it all. After a while the luster wears off and it's the same thing day in and out. I doubt there's any job that will truly fit the 'we do different things every week'. 

It's also crazy the sort of things people do to supplement income along with a full time job. We do door-dashing and sometimes it's been worth the money. Some people do Uber or those other delivery apps. If you have an extra house, somehow, you can rent that out as an AirBnB. One plus is that you can make the guests do all the housekeeping if you want so it's an even easier side hustle. Some people do tutoring, which is great if you're educated but I am not. Some people do art commissions. Some people do streaming. Some people do sex work or feet work or whatever kinky work, but (I hate to say this) the market is saturated and brutal. Some people do TikTok shop nonsense where they earn commission on drop-shipped items. Or they run little companies or brands. '5 ways to WFH, use my link on my profile.' 'Here's how to uplift yourself financially, Step 10 is buy my book'. People doing brand deals. Even pyramid schemes just popping up all over the place. I knew people who would do dog-walking on their breaks through Wag or something. There's apps to 'pay' you for scanning receipts or playing games or walking or some 'too good to be true' nonsense. There's transcription sites where you get paid one cent for every 'e' you write or something. Hey do you have a backyard you aren't using? Try Sniffspot! So people without a backyard can rent one for like thirty minutes for their dog! Have an extra car laying around? Put it on an app for people to rent! You just have one car laying around? Well get it wrapped with ads!

It's exhausting. It's disheartening. I can't paint one thing without pondering having a store and selling them. But I don't want to sell them. Not really. I've been trying to write a book, but I think I've put so much pressure on publishing it and making money from it that the joy is gone. When I play the Sims, I think about how I could post it and build a brand from it. But building a brand takes a lot of work and dedication and time. The Sims community is also oversaturated with content creators that I'd have to be extremely lucky to make it. I think about making a Youtube channel (again). I think about posting pictures of my body (and have) in the hopes of some cash. I then feel humbled in my job because I know other people would love the time to work on their various side hustles. Maybe if I just make the right TikTok and post it at the exact right time, it'll blow up and I could do something. 

Is this what the economy has to be now? People working a main job, a side job, and a side hustle to make ends meet. There's people making shitty AI music to make a few extra bucks. There's people begging on TikTok for money. There's people advising you to use all your time to make something of yourself, but I still have laundry to do. I still have groceries to get. It's bleak and part of why I feel so damn hopeless all the time. I constantly feel like I'm not doing enough, like I've failed in society for not wanting to labor more. For not wanting to spend more. 

In the first Hunger Games movie, Gayle asks Katniss, "What if everyone just stopped watching?" She responds with "They won't, Gayle. " He goes on to say, "If no one watches then they don't have a game." I've always had that concept bouncing around in my mind, like what if everyone stopped voting? What if we all stopped driving? What if everyone stopped paying rent? What if everyone stopped working? What if everyone stopped buying things? But they won't. There will be people who vote, who will drive, who will pay rent, who will work, who will buy things. Not that boycotting things hasn't worked in the past, but viewer the amount of chaos spread by one day of no one buying things? I doubt we'll see a significant amount of change like we did during the pandemic. As a kid I also thought about what would happen if no one voted, but even then I knew that the people who would absolutely vote no matter what would send things into ruin. Or at least change things that I could have avoided through voting. Imagine the change that could happen if we stopped buying things? Or just stopped working altogether? Would that actually change things? Would the minimum wage increase? Would the rents go down? Would quality of life improve? Probably not. I don't know, I didn't go to college.

So now we have too much supply, in my opinion. We have clothing factories making so many clothes as if everyone and their mothers are buying it. We have a plastic problem, despite how god damn useful it is. At least one fast food place in your town had someone drop a fuck ton of plastic lids on the floor and had to throw them all away. If one person doesn't follow recycling rules, one piece of non-recyclable material, the entire recycling bin is now trash. Even the new electric cars are bad for the world, using child slave labor to mine the cobalt for the batteries. 99% of food places have food waste. Someone screws up an order, things get dropped, things get thrown out at the end of the day. Maybe you're wondering, viewer, if we could just give this away? It depends on the place you work, honestly. But for hot food specifically, after two hours it can't be served anymore. For donations, it has to be food safe, so only one day before expiration. It's a lot of bureaucratic nonsense. 

There are lobbies with empty chairs and chaises as tons of homeless try their best to survive outside. Empty offices with no workers, just gathering dust. In Denver at least they've been bouncing the idea around of converting it to housing, but that will take years to come to fruition. The streetcars that used to get people around are no more, replaced with efficient RTD. If you haven't noticed, viewer, I'm talking about Denver specifically. Granted, many big cities did this too. They sold their streetcars and replaced it with personal cars. Instead of taking a nice train up through the mountains, we all drive. Just increasing more and more ozone. New cheaply built high rises keep getting built. They add another lane on the highways. They revoke more social services. Things keep getting more and more expensive. Then the planet will be too hot for us humans to survive. We will have brought on our own demise. Those with the money and power to change these things, just won't. The current way makes them too rich, too powerful. Those of us who want things to be better, who fight, who protest, all have to work together, but there's just too many of us who can't stop our lives. So we're just stuck on a speeding train, heading towards a cliff who knows how far down the track.