#so maybe I could fit some sims in there somewhere
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i think ts3 is comfort game. when i feel stressed, sad, pissed i always get the urge to play
#i miss her so much#idk it’s sad but I feel like I won’t be able to play any sims game until the end of April when the semester is over#I don’t have time during the day bc I have class#and then have to do hw#and by the time I’m done with my hw I’m too tired to do anything but bed rot#and I can’t stay up late on week days bc I have morning classes#I’m waiting to see how I feel on week 3#by then I should have a good class and study schedule#so maybe I could fit some sims in there somewhere#ughhh wanting a higher education sucks sometimes
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#sims#ts3#sims 3#photoshoots#character verse#eden astra-fletcher#she's just such a good egg#fun fact when taylor wasn't existing in the verse eden was briefly emmelie's girlfriend due to a dream I had once about them#I've done some fancy ass photoshoots with them#they looked nice together but... ah#in the end I guess they're like from two different worlds and it wouldn't last#and when I brought back taylor and started redeveloping her I eventually realised she and em have always been the one for each other#(literally. taylor swift's song the 1 reminds me of them)#so I had to discard edelie with a heavy heart and they don't even exist as exes anymore as it would be awks if em dated tay's cousin before#but yeah good memories. maybe in one of the parallel verses it still happens. who knows#but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna put eden back with april#they could have a nice friends to lovers arc#and april would fit perfectly into the freya stuff that I'm trying to figure out right now#in the previous version of the verse they were all friends actually and had elemental powers but that's a story for another time#note to myself: make a ts3 post with april I have her pics lying somewhere
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
#enhypen smut#jake smut#jake sim smut#sim jaeyun smut#enha smut#enhypen x reader#enha x you#jaeyun x reader#jake x reader#enhypen hard hours#enha hard hours
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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."
#nico hulkenberg#nh27#nico hulkenberg x reader#nico hulkenberg x y/n#nico hulkenberg x yn#nico hulkenberg x wife!reader#nico hulkenberg x fem!reader#nh27 x y/n#nh27 x yn#nh27 xfemalereader#formula 1#f1 imagine#formula one#y/n#haas f1 team#female f1#f1 grid x reader#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x female reader#requests#anon#ava speaks
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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.”
#in honour of molly mozzarella and gary Sir Gaga i would love it if you would tell me the most absurd nickname you've got for your pets#i'll go first: matilda's current nickname is tutu or turtle. she is not a tutu or a turtle. she is a cat.#i’ve been dealing with some very bad fatigue in the background so i haven’t been really able to write or participate in anything#is it anemia is it CFS is it POTS is it something else?? whatever it is i am Not Having Fun#but it was nice to pretend to be okay for a little bit and write in my favourite universe (i felt the ghost of matthew be offended at that)#glitter on the floor#maxiel#five writes
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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—
#armorica story#behind the scenes#character: hugo st. fleur#character: hannah st. fleur#character: margaret st. fleur#character: arthur farrier#holiday special
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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
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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.
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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.
#inzoi#create a zoi#life simulator#life simulation#simulation#unreal engine#unreal engine 5#gaming#he's so hot#he could've been hotter though
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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.
#The Sims#The Sims 4#The Sims 4 Legacy#The Lemon Legacy#TS4#The Sims 4 gameplay#sims 4#generation 1#ophelia#xander#gemma#lulu
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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.
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Okay I'm going to be talking about supernatural dating/farming game (not the TV show!!!) it's mainly babble just thinking out loud but also having a record of it so I don't forget anything
So I've already posted before about the romanceable characters.
But lately I've been thinking about more of what the game would consist of and not just who your romancing because like first this started off it's just a romance game and dating game, and then it evolved into a farming Sim as well.
So I think I figured out that the main plot is that you are moving into your great great grand aunts house that she left to you and you are taking over her business unbeknownst to you.
Your great great grand aunt, while not a witch herself, had just enough magical ability to create potions and provide the supernatural with stuff they would need for their own potions. So your 'farm', would be a big giant garden. And I would do research on holistic remedies and stuff and also witch stuff, to see what you would actually need. And then you can either sell the individual ingredients, or you can make potions/salves/ect. And I'm also thinking of maybe having goals every week like someone puts in an order so you have to fill that order - kind of like the errands you can do in stardew and coral island? (I also want to at one point have like an online store for your business so maybe ratings could be included as well, so if you don't fill those goals your rating could go down? And I think the rating could work like the town rating in coral island??? A higher rating means you can get access to more seeds and ingredients and recipes for potions and stuff??)
I definitely want to do a museum aspect and I think the best way to fit this in is to have Nova and the man who is in charge of her (because she is a Djinn/Genie) be the proprietor of the museum. I don't know how to fit in why Farmer needs to completely 'restock' the museum, but I'll figure it out.
And then I was thinking of the mines / dungeon and having it ran by dwarves and they can also be the blacksmith (should I have a romanceable dwarf??? A lady dwarf with a bitchin' beard?????) and then they also run like the guild for slaying monsters and getting rewards for that.
And then because I want this to take place somewhere in the PMW (a small coastal town surrounded by mountains and forest) I want to have all the fish and insects native to that general area.
I also want to add some NPCs like Bigfoot, and you think it'll go too far if I have like a Mulder and Scully kind of duo?
I also think because the game kind of revolves around witchcraft and paganism (which will go over well with the Christian crowd rotflmao) each season has its own pagan holidays. Like Samhain and Yule, instead of Halloween and Christmas. So of course I'm going to have to research pagan holidays like I know a little about them but I'm not pagan so...
And because my cast of characters are diverse I'm also going to have to look up holidays for their nationalities, they won't be big town wide celebrations but it'll be personal celebrations for those characters.
Because while Vinny, being Korean, doesn't celebrate those holidays because she is 2nd gen American, her parents and grandparents who live with them still celebrate Korean holidays.
#supernatural dating sim game#not the tv show#personal#long post#< just in case the read more doesn't work
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week one hundred and twenty three
i haven't met l all week and we don't talk a lot. i think i'm getting used to it though. i don't know. i'm just going to choose to trust he's just busy and that it isn't something else bothering him. i'll let it go on for a tiny bit and as of right now i've decided to not ask him to hang out and just wait for him to ask me since he keeps saying he's so busy and can't meet up a lot. it makes me feel so mean talking like this if he actually just is THAT busy but i don't know. i guess it's just weird to me because i tend to prioritize social relationships over a lot of things.
anyways, monday was my weekly shopping day! after going to a few second-hand stores all over town i decided to finally give up on looking for a cd shelf second-hand and i was just so tired of walking and everything so i decided to just do the grocery shopping. i just really need somewhere to store my cds... i have so many...
on wednesday the garfield plush i ordered a few weeks ago arrived. he's my baby, so cute.
on saturday i wore my new black button-up. i wore it over a my chemical romance tee and i looked so... gender.
speaking of which, i've literally entered a crisis.
i've been questioning like... every part of my life. my studies, my hobbies, my gender... literally e v e r y t h i n g. actually, on friday, applications for uni courses opened. it's open for a month and since my major doesn't have a program for it, i have to apply to the following courses each term. so now i applied to korean iii and korean regional culture but aside from those, i decided to apply to a course in game music and a beginner's course in dutch. game music seemed fitting since i really want to work with translating games and i already have a music degree so like... it seemed somewhat fitting. i actually put it higher up than the korean regional culture course because i really want to get in. the dutch i just added because i've been practicing dutch on duolingo and it's quite a good language to have for your repertoire of languages as a translator. although honestly, if i wanna work with games i should've gone with japanese or even chinese.
hobbies have been one of my concerns recently too. i wish i was creative. like i literally own a bunch of instruments and have a fucking degree but why do i never feel the urge to practice. i love the idea of performing and creating but i know no one in the area who wants to play in a band and i suck at writing songs. i love writing lyrics but adding the actual music part of it is not my greatest talent and just makes me feel like shit for even trying.
i've also been interested in trying to do youtube or maybe stream FOR A WHILEEE but i keep finding things that just keep me from doing it. for youtube i need to learn how to edit better. i've edited before and i honestly find it very enjoyable so i'd like that part of doing youtube videos. the recording kind of scares me off though. i just don't want to record videos when people are home, that's so humiliating.
streaming just seems like fun to me though, i'd have to get quite a lot for that though. feels a bit dumb doing it on my laptop TT my sister was so pro this idea though because we were talking about doing streams and i was like "oh, i'd like to try, it seems like a lot of fun," and she was so supportive of it and wanted me to try. i'd have to get a lot for it though: camera, mic, at least one monitor and every sims pack there is so i can actually like do everything. wouldn't be too mad about getting all the packs to be fair.
gender's also been a lot on my mind. i can't really explain the feeling though. i think if i were to not be cis i'd probably be something like genderfluid but i don't really like to be perceived as androgynous weirdly enough. i wish i could just grow a mustache on demand and grow some man muscle and look like that every now and then. like i like dressing feminine and doing makeup and a lot of the time i do just that but i don't know. i think the best way for me to describe what i want my gender to be is that i really enjoy loving girls as a girl but i want to love guys the way guys love guys. sorry for the binary sound of it but i hope you like... get the vision? i honestly have struggled a bit with just that feeling after starting to date l bc we're bi4bi but straight-passing.
this whole gender thing has kind of sent me into a spiral and i think i want more piercings and tattoos than ever now. i think they'll be weirdly affirming.
ugh, anyways, saturday afternoon my (our? don't really know how to word it since it's both me and my sister's cousin but not my sister's boyfriend's whom we live with?) cousin came by and stayed until midnight. it was really nice and we had tacos and played board games and just talked over cocktails.
at one point we were playing our silly little question game and one of the questions was which celebrity you'd pick for each person to marry and i got kristen stewart by my cousin and paul mescal by my sister's boyfriend and i am very happy with those!
my cousin came by this morning as well with a game she was lending to my sister and her boyfriend. we had a coffee together before i went back to getting ready for the day.
sotw: kim petras - throat goat
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Jonathan Sims Is Dead In The End
Chapter 8: NO MORE PSYCH STUDIES (AO3)
chapter summary:
NO MORE PSYCH STUDIES AS A CHAPTER THEME IT'S LIKE 50% OF THE REASON BEHIND THE SLOW-ASS UPDATES
that said i still love me my psych studies but tryna think of some off the top of my head that fit the chapters is ASS so im not doing that anymore ok? ok thanks im now going to be talking about ~random bullshit~ that relates to the brain. because im insane and tbh if i have a captive audience for *checks watch* 60 chapters then by god youre going to learn something
"Tim," she starts, and then quickly realizes that she has no idea of how the hell to convince him that she's real, that she isn't a Stranger that's stolen her own skin. What is she supposed to tell him in this situation? The truth? He'd just kill her faster if she'd told him, 'oh, my eyes are green because I'm from the future!'
No. She'd like to tell him, but quite frankly he scares her a bit, especially considering that she knows full well exactly what he's capable of doing, especially in this type of situation to people less dangerous that he thinks she is, just because they're somewhere in the process of possibly becoming Strangers.
Oh, who is she kidding? Tim slit someone's throat because she was tortured by the Stranger, and for some reason Sasha's still holding out hope that he won't kill her while he thinks she's one of their willing agents. Of course, the jury's still out on whether he can kill her at all, or if she can even die at all anymore, but she doesn't want to chance it.
"Tim," she starts again, because she can't let him think she's overthinking it, can't let him think she's making something up, "do you remember when I told you we wouldn't work out? As a- as a thing, as a couple, or- or whatever arrangement you were talking about. I told you I had a boyfriend, remember?"
Tim doesn't move the knife. He seems like he's stalled out somehow, or maybe he thinks she's stalling for time. Either way, it doesn't matter, because he engages with her.
"Yes." He says tersely, a single word spat like a curse, like he'd wield it as a weapon if he could. He's probably wondering where she's going with this, what kind of trick she's trying to pull. She doesn't know if there's anything she can do to convince him she's herself, honestly; the only believable excuse would be 'colored contacts,' and that would be easy enough for him to disprove when the supposed contacts don't come out. She's screwed. She's still going to keep going on this track that she's started herself on, in the vain hope that she can convince him she's not something malevolent.
"I lied. I didn't have a boyfriend. I just didn't want to date anyone right then, and it was an easy excuse to give you so your feelings wouldn't get hurt." She isn't even lying. It's a secret she would've taken to her grave if the circumstances were different, and it's certainly a secret she held beyond Tim's grave the first time around.
The knife twitches ever closer, drawing a few more drops of blood that she isn't sure if Tim can see. She isn't sure if Tim's paying attention, and she doesn't want to Look in his head to find out. Even in a life-or-death situation, she'd like to think she's better than that; she swore to herself she'd be better than that.
He hesitates. He doesn't say a thing for a little while, because Sasha's done something very stupid and the both of them know it. Why would she purposely say something that would upset him like that if she's trying to convince him not to kill her? It's illogical at best, it's a claim that a Stranger would make if it had exhausted all other options and was just trying to get under his skin, but they both know she hasn't run out of options. Sasha hasn't even tried fighting back, so why the hell would she immediately try to irritate and unsettle him? It's too ballsy of a move for anything that he was right about, it's too ballsy for any kind of pretender.
It's exactly as ballsy as Sasha's always been, it's exactly as ballsy as Tim knows her to be. She probably can't really convince him, but she can make him hesitate, and that's all she needs right now.
"... I feel like I would've been less hurt with the truth on that." Tim finally says, and Sasha's a little confused. Why is he just... continuing that line of talk? Why is he going with it? Is he hoping to catch her in some kind of lie? He probably is, he's probably weighing the likelihood of this being a trick or not.
"Well I panicked, okay? I panicked and I was kind of busy trying to figure out which one of us paid for the hotel room, because if you remember correctly- "
"Your memory's always shit after a night out." Tim interrupts, with a not-quite-unrelated tidbit. He's not wrong, it always takes her a bit to remember the details of things that've happened while she was drinking, which only improved after her appointment to the Head Archivist position- suddenly her memory became nearly perfect, even when inebriated, and she'd thought it a coincidence until nothing was a coincidence anymore.
"It was, yeah." She mindlessly agrees, and Tim's grip on the knife tightens where it had slowly slackened with the conversation. Stupid, why the past tense?
"Was?" Tim asks, and Sasha closes her eyes in frustration with herself.
Is there a lie that can cover this up? Does she even want to lie? Is Tim even going to believe it? She remembers when he knew her, inside and out, and when she thought she knew him in turn. It feels like a lifetime ago to her, but it was only last week to Tim. There's a world of pain and death between them.
... Does she want to let him into it? Can she trust him like she once did, can she trust him to believe her? Can she trust him with the knowledge of her past and his potential future?
She wouldn't have hesitated a few years ago. She wouldn't have hesitated while he was alive, and it's only now that she's outlived him, that she's seen all the secrets he couldn't bring with him to his burial, that she's scared now. She knows the very worst of Tim Stoker, the lengths to which he will go when fear and hatred drive him; can she risk him being driven to those same lengths against her?
"I'm not a mannequin, Tim. Even if I was, it wouldn't give me a better liver or a better tolerance in general. I'm not one of the things that killed your brother." Her tone is resigned, exhausted, because she's made her choice and now she's going to commit to it.
Tim sucks in a breath through his teeth, digging the knife in minutely. Any further and she'll need stitches. She doesn't know if he cares about that right now.
"How the fuck- " Tim starts, angrily, with the tone that wouldn't have been all that unusual just before the Unknowing, but she interrupts him.
"Because I know everything. I know that the clown mannequin, Nikola, murdered your little brother you loved more than anything, and I know you're going to kill her in two years as payback. You're going to die in the process, but you didn't- you're not going to care about that part anymore. You lost everything, and that- that was all you had left. Your words, not mine. You even said it on tape. I rewound it and listened enough that the tape started to wear thin, your voice distorted too much to be yours anymore, all while I asked myself if there was anything I could have done to stop it. To stop you." She abandons the future tense, she abandons all pretense of not having lived this before, she stops pretending that she's not being threatened by a man she mourned despite the fact that she would've been hesitant, at least, to see him again after finding out what he did before blowing himself up.
It takes her a moment to realize that the knife isn't pressed against her throat anymore. It takes another second or two to realize that the weight on her back is gone.
Sasha opens her eyes to see Tim's hand outstretched, in a clearly tense offer of an olive branch.
"How about you start from the beginning on that?"
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If this is based on a combination of the dolls, the the games, the movies, and the live action movie it makes a lot of sense. So I wondered if I could find references to some of the games I had a as a kid. Most you have, but a couple you don’t. Here’s the games I played as a kid:
Adventures with Barbie: Ocean Discovery (I guess scientist would be the closest to this one? It’s been years but I remember it was about being a marine biologist more than any mermaid stuff)
Barbie Riding Club (you basically have this as the countryside Barbie)
Detective Barbie (you don’t have this one, but the Barbie mysteries were great imo and there is actually a detective career. I don’t remember much but I think you had some of the ancillary characters help her out? This is one of the games old enough to have the small clear cd rom case as opposed to a big dvd sized case, and my copy got damaged, so I haven’t been able to return to it.)
Barbie as Rapunzel/Sleeping Beauty (there are other princess related legacy challenges, but I always liked these ones. I remember this version of rapunzel made a rope of her own hair to escape the tower by herself. Then went about helping the town like the baker and dressmaker, so absolutely a helpful and resourceful character)
Barbie Magic Genie Adventure (another of my favourite and another one that broke. I had the cumbersome genie bottle with usb plug in and it’s still somewhere in my parents house. I’d give anything to play it again. Also, I know genies aren’t in this version of sims but wouldn’t it be fun to find a workaround?)
Barbie Pet Rescue (again this is one you have. I remember scrubbing the tortoises and helping them cross their enclosure. Going out on calls to rescue the pets and then fix them up with tape and treats was good. I miss it)
Secret Agent Barbie (I completed this game so many times. I loved all the secret lore about the flower they were hunting to make translucent clothes (iirc). It was really fun. Also you obviously have this one too)
Barbie Explorer (Maybe a Selvadorian relic hunter? I mostly remember having to dodge boulders and make awkward jumps with this games. Very much a Barbie as Indiana Jones type game)
Barbie Horse Adventures: Mystery Ride (again the countryside basically fits here)
Barbie Mermaid Adventure (you got this one already)
Just took some time to reminisce here about barbie games and how maybe a few like detective and explorer could also make cool optional generations?
THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Legacy Challenge!
oh hi there! i haven't posted here in a while, but i just watched the barbie movie a few days ago and needless to say, it is now my entire personality. so here's my first ever legacy challenge based on barbie's many, many careers and achievements!
apologies in advance, this challenge uses a lot of packs! i'm sorry! i might try to make a base game version at some point
BASE GAME version
portuguese translation by @demaciana-sims
sims 3 version by @appaloosawhims
challenge rules below the cut
All heirs must be female and named Barbie. (non-heir children may have any name)
You may use the freerealestate cheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!
You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and rewards to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.
Packs you will need:
EPs: Get To Work, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, High School Years
GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood
Optional packs (for the optional generations):
EPs: University, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch
GPs: Strangerville
*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it's fine to skip out on it.
You've been raised with traditional values: find a good man, start a family, be a homemaker... But you want your children to aim higher, so you'll make sure to set them up for success.
Complete Successful Lineage aspiration
Max Parenting and Cooking skills
Have at least 3 kids and 1 pet, each child must complete at least one child aspiration and they must all max out their grades in school
Must have Family-Oriented trait
Your mother was happy staying at home, but not you. You're ready to fight your way to the top and make enough money to support your family for generations to come.
Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Max Charisma and Logic skills
Max Business career (Investor branch)
Must have Ambitious trait
Your family is pretty wealthy, so you've used your funds to open up your very own vet clinic and follow your dreams of being surrounded by furry little guys all day! But it might be more difficult than you thought...
Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration
Max Veterinarian skill
Run a 5-star vet clinic
Have at least 3 pets and be good friends with all of them
Must have either Cat Lover or Dog Lover trait
You grew up surrounded by pets, and you now want to explore even more of the animal kingdom... So you're going underwater! What magical secrets will you discover on your journey?
Must live in Sulani
Complete Beach Life aspiration
Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)
Become a mermaid
Max Logic and Fitness skills
Must have Child of the Ocean trait
Your mother had an almost supernatural level of fitness at sea, so now you've been inspired to master fitness on land! You're determined to reach your full potential in physical performance and become a world class champion.
Join Cheer or Football team as a teenager and reach highest level
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Max Fitness and Charisma skills
Max Athlete career (Athlete branch)
Must have Active trait
Your family has achieved many, many accolades, and you've set out to capture all of it in an epic Tell-All novel that you spend your entire life writing!
Complete Bestselling Author aspiration
Max Writing skill
Write Book Of Life and bind it to your parent, use it to successfully bring them back from a premature death
Must have Creative trait
Movie stardom is the next logical step for your lineage, so you set out to conquer the silver screen. Will you catapult the family name into even greater heights, or will it now be associated with infamy?
Complete Master Actress aspiration
Max Acting skill
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor!
Must have High Maintenance trait
As the child of a successful actress, people may roll their eyes and immediately write you off as yet another nepo-baby trying to start a music career... So you must prove them all wrong by becoming a proper rockstar!
Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration
Max Singing skill
Max skill in at least 2 instruments
Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)
Must have Music Lover trait
What's next after conquering so many careers and reaching worldwide fame for the family name? World domination, of course! Become the greatest Leader this nation has ever seen!
Complete Mansion Baron aspiration
Max Politician career (Politician branch)
Max Charisma skill
Must have Self-Assured trait
Now that you've conquered the world, it's time to venture out into Space! There's so much to explore out there, and Barbie must leave her mark all across the galaxy.
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Astronaut career (Either branch)
Max Logic and Rocket Science skills
Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir
Must have Genius trait
Still want more? Here's some extra Barbies that you can play with!
Secret Agent Barbie
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Must have Active and Geek traits
Complete Secret Agent career (Diamond Agent branch)
Max Logic, Fitness and Charisma skills
Become enemies with a Sim in the Villain branch of the Secret Agent career! (You may need to cheat this career level for sims outside your household)
Countryside Barbie
Complete Country Caretaker aspiration
Max Gardening skill
Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!
Must own a horse and have it max every skill
Must have Animal Enthusiast trait
Army General Barbie
Must live in Strangerville
Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration
Max Logic and Charisma skills
Max Military career (Either branch)
Must have Erratic trait
Scientist Barbie
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Scientist Career
Be abducted by Aliens at least once
Must have Genius trait
Ultimate Barbie
Set lifespan to long
Complete at least 2 child aspirations
Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations
Max 10 skills
Have 12 or more traits
Graduate from college
Reach the top of any career
Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons
Have at least 5 kids and max your relationship with all of them
that's about it! if you play this, please use #sims barbie legacy
have fun:)
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Never Alone
Whooo are you? Who, who, who, who I really want to know
You are the second doctor because the first (your hot-headed mother) is ready to retire.
Ho, ho, ho Happy Winterfest Jamie!
You get a pet all your own, plus there was a townie reckoning and all their pets were reallocated. So a bonus for you as you take control.
And that ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between is how you cover the fact you didn't take any in-game pictures for almost 2 sim weeks. Jamie's entire teen years. Gold star to Zoot.
Jamie is a people person doctor, unlike his analytical mother. So he loves a good party and has way too many friends. Seriously if you invited all his friends the game would break. Just fall into a black hole never to be seen again.
And no one wants that. By the time I got to this house, I finally had eco-living up and running and the neighborhood seems to be well, bad.
Fighting is encouraged? I mean who came up with these action plans? Certainly not Jamie with all his friends coming over all the time the last thing he needs is a repeat of this birthday party. Besides after one final walk with her dog Gebek, Dorothea and Mark are heading to a Sulani retirement home.
That just leaves Jamie with his pets and a crummy neighborhood.
EUREKA
It's time to move to somewhere less fabulously rich and famous and more Jamie.
Welcome to the kitchiest neighborhood in Oasis Springs. Where they value the creative arts not random acts of violence. This is a place Jamie is proud to call home.
Jamie fits right in with his love of music and goofy personality. Maybe he should get some flamingos for the yard? But flamingos don't come for free, every sim has got to work, and being the sim lover he is Jamie works in politics. But not that power-mad political crap he focuses on charity and actually helping the people.
Quite frankly he's really good at converting people to his cause and would make a fantastic proper politician. But he'd rather volunteer his time and work one one-on-one with the public. It's so much more rewarding to make new friends.
Not long after moving in our sim of the people had to have a house party. This time without all the fighting.
Life is simply perfect. A sim can go out, protest, and help the people then enjoy a good streak on Snow Bunny Day.
Then come back home to your green neighborhood where the sun shines that much brighter.
And at night? Oh Watcher the skies are absolutely beautiful.
A sim can breathe out here.
However, there is one hiccup.
But if you surround yourself with friends and get the best out of every day you can almost forget what happens real late at night.
With all his charity work Jamie is out a lot and if you're already out why not enjoy yourself?
Late-night dinner? Not a problem for a sim like Jamie he could get any number of friends to meet up with him. But sometimes a family-oriented sim just needs to be with family.
With the final day of winter upon him naturally, yet another party was in order.
Just when Jamie was getting ready to wind down for the night and wake up to a new spring day. After all his friends left ... THEY came again.
Why does it seem like they just will not leave him alone?
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Legacy of the Girls - Part 7
Let's continue reading, shall we?
When the girls got home from the Festival of Snow it was snowing! How fitting. Winter is officially here in willow Creek and the neighbourhood looks amazing.
Winter's off to work at the hospital as usual.
And Solar's back to grading papers. She does this on her own, by the way. I don't ask her to do it. She must like her job.
Loren and Radley can't seem to get along. So I'm trying to get them to mend their differences. Radley: I dunno Loren, maybe if you eat more veggies your body wouldn't be the hot mess that it is. That's just my advice, take it or leave it.
Loren: ... Girl, I came over here to talk about rainbows. Radley: Take it or leave it!
Radley: Hey Solar, did you know that coral bleaching is happening in the Great Barrier Reef because you use too much electricity? Solar: I thought that was because of climate change? Radley: Electricity is a contributing factor!
Radley: The earth is getting warmer and it's messing up all our ocean ecosystems. You're a child of the ocean, this applies to you too. Solar: Can I please get back to fixing the coffee machine now? I need coffee...
So I thought it was high time I put some work into Loren's aspirations as well. She's a serial romantic so it's important she gets out there and meets a lot of people. Today I've taken her to the gym - just to see if she clicks with anyone. This is how people meet these days - or maybe it's just me who constantly gets harassed at gyms?
Oh great, the local werewolf pack is here too. Charming.
Wolf Teen: Girl, you are fire! Hot damn!
Loren: Oh right, I know what you are. So you're like some kind of alien, right? Wolf Teen: What? No... I'm a werewolf... look at me... Loren: Right...
She could not be wearing a more inappropriate outfit for working out. That's on me. But damn she look cute!
There was a lot happening at the gym. A lot of people checking each other out. Loren wasn't really biting for any of them though. And that's okay! I thought the guy with the glasses was cute, but I try to make sure my Sims actually like the people they fall for.
And then she saw this piece of work with the ugly mohawk and she liked him. Well, if that's what your cup of tea looks like Loren - then sure!
Loren: Ugh, nobody cares. Go howl somewhere else.
So the next day Loren asked this guy she liked from the gym out on a date. I can't remember what his name is - it's really long and complicated to say. Anyway, we've gone to Club Calico for the evening.
Once again, this place is really pretty. Well done Sims4 developers. well done.
The date was going really well.
Until they ran off somewhere and I realized wicked whims had taken control of our lives again.
In public this time! Classy. That poor old lady did not come to the country club to see that. The women at bridge will be hearing about this.
Anyway, while they were busy I found some pigeons while I was exploring! Pigeons! <3
Oh look, they've changed spots! I guess they wanted to do it where there was a nicer view. Ya know? Gotta make sure you've got something to look at while your hands are busy I guess.
Back at the lot, I got Molly a guitar. It's hers. I put it in her room specifically for her. She sucks. She sucks so bad! But once she gets better I'm sure she'll be amazing.
This is because she's a music lover and she wanted an instrument.
That's Don Lothario in the hat there. He's actually a really good family friend of like everyone in the household. He's never tried anything with any of the girls and comes over all the time.
Honestly, I haven't checked what his orientation is yet but at this point I don't think I need to.
Oh, he just walked away from her in the middle of a conversation. Awe, sorry Molly. I guess all that computer talk was boring him?
Is she? Is she about to snap?
No one walks away from Molly Rozee! *rage*
This other guy with the mohawk playing chess with Loren is called Makoa - he's also another really good friend of the family. I think he might even be Loren's best friend? They hang out a lot. Super platonic. I think he's married actually. Once again, he's never hit on any of the girls.
I love that they can have relationships like that too :3
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