#jumping for juniper

[wrixie]

yeehaw

#holy FUCK is she hot #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #c #olevera legacy #jumping for juniper

[rheallsim]

Azure Keahi for @wrixie's "Jumping for Juniper" Bachelorette Challenge

Let me introduce Azure Keahi! 🏝️

Age: 23 y.o.

Pronouns: They/Them

Traits: Jealous, Maker, Vegetarian

Azure is a trans non-binary sim from Sulani. They're an only child, but they were the youngest by a couple years of all the other children living nearby, so they were constantly treated like a baby by friends and relatives. This lead to a bit of a tendency to over-achieve, rebel against authority, and try to prove to people that they're more grown up than they look.

[More under the cut!]

That being said, Azure is a bit of a quiet, old-soul. They're really into fixing up old things and engineering new furniture out of scraps they find around the island. They spend more time thinking and observing than they do talking, and love spending time outdoors in nature whenever they can.

They're a socialist anti-capitalist and have so far only worked odd jobs around the islands to supplement their family's rather meager income. One of their dreams is to live in a commune where its members help each other out and try to be as self-sufficient as possible. That may not be very feasible, but they live their life around the ethos of trying to consume as little as possible (and sticking it to 'The Man' whenever they can).

When it comes to love Azure is pretty inexperienced (never been kissed!), but they're impatient and eager to find their special someone and have so much love to give. They're very attracted to hard-working feminine sims, and love nothing more than sitting on the beach around a campfire talking about hopes and dreams for the future long into the night. <3

(They were assigned male at birth but take female hormones.)

Fun Facts:

Has had many burning crushes, but hasn't yet had the courage to act on them 😥

Their family has an ancient pet iguana named Humphrey that was treated like Azure's sibling growing up

They absolutely love anything with cherries in it 🍒

They're responsible for much of the "If it's called 'tourist season' why aren't we allowed to shoot them" graffiti hidden around Sulani 😅

Loves old-timey film noir and mystery movies (The Maltese Falcon is their absolute favourite movie of all time and they have a powerful crush on Peter Lorre 👀)

Still doesn't have their driver's license (not much call for it in Sulani, though they are pretty good at piloting boats of all kinds!)

Likes: Film noir/mystery movies, cherry-flavoured everything, grunge music and aesthetic, tinkering, thrifting, thunderstorms

Dislikes: being condescended to, pessimism, capitalism, cooking, littering, tourists, the colour pink, shopping

I tried my best to make them as CC-Free as possible! Wrixie, please feel free to dress them up or re-do them however you like to match your aesthetic/preferences. ^^ Also get in touch if you want more info or have any other questions. I'm so excited to see how this BC goes! <3

Here's a screenshot of their likes/dislikes and traits in-game:

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #jumping for juniper #ts4 bachelorette challenge #s4 #TS4 Bachelorette Challenge Entry #TS4 CAS Noodling #CAS Noodling #junipersBC

[anarchosimdicalist]

AUBREY LIU

(for @wrixie's Jumping for Juniper BC)

AGE: 25 PRONOUNS: They/She TRAITS: Foodie, Slob, Hot-headed SEXUALITY: Lesbian LIKES: Cooking, cigarettes, poetry, punk, grunge, metal, flirting, dogs DISLIKES: Pretension, small talk, maths, capitalism, singer-songwriter music, cleaning and tidying

Aubrey has always liked cooking. As a child she had a lot of responsibility to take on, and though she grew to resent a lot of it, the kitchen was always their happy place. School was a struggle and their home life was messy, but their part-time kitchen job was where they thrived. Once they finished school, Aubrey went straight into another kitchen job out in Oasis Springs.

Since then, they’ve lived in a shitty one-bedroom, made shittier by its constant smell of cigarettes and the sheer volume of dirty laundry on the floor - still, Aubrey finds a little comfort in the mess, and the rotating cast of women staying the night there don’t seem to mind. On working days they come home too tired to cook more than pasta for themselves, but on their days off they like to make themselves elaborate, experimental meals. They also bake once or twice a month.

Aubrey has a bit of a temper and comes off as standoffish a lot of the time, but under all that, they’ve got a big heart. While she can be snappy with people, they don’t like conflict and are at least as quick to make up with them as they are to fight them in the first place. They’re a bit of a romantic too. She likes to flirt and can be very physically affectionate if you let her. They especially like cooking for the people they love (and those people eat very well). She prefers more feminine women, though not exclusively. They hold a certain disdain for manners and social graces - while they’re rarely outright mean, they can be quite blunt and they aren’t great at small talk. They struggle to see the utility of it, so they struggle to put much of an effort into it. Still, she’s a generally kind person and they like to think their actions speak louder than words.

Fun facts:

They own a 1,600-simoleon knife that is only for cutting fish, but not a bed frame.

They write poems but don’t tell her I said that.

She has ADHD, dyslexia and dyscalculia, to which she owed most of her struggles at school as a kid. While the aforementioned poetry has helped them learn to like writing, they still don’t read much, though they do like books (usually in audiobook form, though they like the idea of being read to). They still haven’t really got the hang of maths, but they’ve come to terms with that.

They’re an anarchist and communist. Right now they’re in the midst of an ongoing and complicated war with their landlord. A lot of their poetry has a bit of a political bent too.

They have a huge nicotine addiction. Weed too, though not as much.

They have a little brother they’re very protective of, a mother they’re close to but who they’re glad they don’t live with anymore, and a father who (perhaps thankfully) isn’t really in the picture.

#franc's sims #junipersbc #jumping for juniper #took one look at juniper and went this girl needs a cunty little line cook butch

[seabeck]

Spring chickens

#baby yellow #baby Reeno #baby Reno #baby Reen #juniper #my pets #chicken #baby yellow and baby Reen are both crouching to jump out of the snow #by to the porch and BR to my arm

[schrodingers-catgirl]

The turnabout academy gang deserves everything tbh. Sometimes friendship is a guy who is forklift certified, the loudest girl you will ever meet, weirdgirl who lives in a box, and a sunflower child (Also I am officially a dual destinies apologist)

#<- she is watching a turnabout academy playthrough #LIKE WHEN HUGH AND ROBIN JUMPED IN AND WERE LIKE 'Hear about my epic murder plan!!!' #<3 them #they have my entire heart #robin newman #hugh o'conner #myriam scuttlebutt #juniper woods #turnabout academy #ace attorney #ace attorney dual destinies

[lexezombie]

Oops oops oops oops

Y'all ever go looking for your bestie/claimed sister and end up injured, trapped and being drained of ur blood?

yeah man I hate when that happens,,,

(Juniper is the glitter Pop-Troll, Caspian is the Techno-Troll)

This weird situation I think is happening either during the events of BTG or after it -- surprise to no one, I'm bouncing off the 'Trolls Are Drugs' idea again but making it much much worse <3

I prommy Juniper isn't dead don't worry she's just knockin on heavens door rn lmao

#lexart #trolls #dreamworks trolls #dreamworks #oc #trolls oc #Juniper (oc) #Caspian (oc) #cw torture #cw blood #cw injury #cw needles #well more IV than needle but u get it #cw implied death #Trolls AU #jumping on the magenta + glittery troll blood hc bandwagon finally lmao #Techno trolls #Pop Trolls #albino? #technically Cas is suppose to be albino yes #trolls 2 #trolls world tour #trolls 3 #trolls band together

[desidesidesi]

Professor Juniper was highly curious about Amber the Cat after I took her for a walk on the leash, and didn't protest when I attempted to get the leash onto her... So I decided to try and walk Junie again!

Results were... Better than last time!

#professor Juniper #she got the hang of it when she got to the grass #but then she wanted to jump in a gross puddle and i had to reset her #she was pretty much done after that 😅

[simplepotatofarmer]

this is terrible two au rivals duo at the beach with the twins, btw.

#terrible two au #juniper is the baby falling and she probably jump 'cause there was a neat crab or something #loyal talks about stuff and things

[favcritecriime]

@lcstinfantasy asked: sender kisses receiver's upper back. junie @ anyone

At the kisses plastered onto the upper of his back he shifted and glanced over his shoulder. "Morning to ya too, sunshine."

#lcstinfantasy #lcstinfantasy / juniper thompson #「 muse 」 — » barry #no clue why he jumped at this but he did lol

[softshuji]

Just write it down, no need to say it no one else needs to know.

-Mucho

Mhm okay, I'll do that. Oh and....can you make sure you get me a turtleneck or sweater? There's ...marks on my neck and chest I'd rather not be seen by izana or ran when he arrives. I don't need to give ran any more reason to dislike me.

#hals character anons #our little secret #juniper will be jumping for joy rn 🙄

[lesbiten]

i wanna draw but head empty no thoughts in brain

#good morning again i went back to sleep. love wins #junipers being a little freak #he keeps jumping back and forth on the water dish and every once in a while he will jump in and immediately jump out #repeat process #this is the weirdest bath i have ever seen #simon says

[wrixie]

expectation vs. reality of getting your first horse...

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #c #olevera legacy #jumping for juniper

[stormlit]

        ❝ tempest. ❞  a respectful bow of her head, and then juniper is jumping up as high as she can to wrap her arms around her friend’s neck.  ❝ keyleth. ❞ being home brings with it a mix of emotions, her stomach twisting itself into knots as she approached, but she can say that now, it this moment, she is beyond glad to be back. perhaps she will not stay forever --- for even if emotions did not tangle in her belly, she has realised just how much ashari work there is to do in the rest of the world --- but she will stay for now.  ❝ it’s good to see you. how have you been? ❞

@roguekinds​ (keyleth)

#roguekinds #JUNIPER MERRIWEATHER / ic. #JUNIPER MERRIWEATHER / verse / main. #this is just that b99 'if i run and jump at terry he will catch me' 'no i'm holding coffee' alkjsdhf

[pickleslice]

theres a creature under my blanky

#she jumped out and scared me i think she looked proud of herself #juniper

[seabeck]

Guess who’s brakes are garbo

#juniper #she’s getting so good at up! #I can get her to jump on anything now

[softlyspector]

Juniper

Summary: You're sleepy. Joel knows a good way to put you to sleep.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: unedited and written in a feverish haze in like an hour, pussy eating king Joel, f!receiving oral, uhhh that's it, that's the fic.

A/N: Happy Halloween! This fic has absolutely nothing to do with Halloween. As always, love to hear your lovely thoughts! Thanks for reading!

“I’m too tired, Joel,” you mutter, pushing clumsy fingers through his hair. “Haven’t slept in two days.” His nose pushes against your thigh, beard rough against your skin. “Feels like anyway.” 

Nose against the hinge of your knee, fingers under the plush curve of your ass, digging into the soft flesh. His eyes are closed. He looks at peace, the lines by his eyes not as stark, the bags under his eyes not as dark or puffy. “Good thing I ain’t askin’ you to do anything.” 

“Mm,” you tug on the dark locks between your fingers, that seems to be peppered and threaded each day with more and more gray. “Aren’t you tired?” 

Joel just tugs you closer by your hips, shoulder under your opposite thigh, broad palm splayed across your belly. “Yep. Want this more.” 

He isn’t though. Not as tired as he has been in the past. He sleeps without dreaming, and you know sometimes he feels guilty for that, even if he feels better for it. He kisses the hinge of your knee, lips parted when he blinks up at you. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with want. “You’re so good to me,” you say, still pulling at the threads of his hair, letting them slip through your fingers. “Aren’t you?” 

Joel’s thumb slides over your stomach, the dip of your navel, and you lose his eyes, a noncommittal sound made deep in the back of his throat. 

“You are,” you confirm. It’s rosy, the color in his cheeks, even in the dark quiet of your bedroom. 

“If you believe it,” he grumbles, tense and irritated about it, mouth working back down your thigh. “I will too.” 

“Okay,” you agree. “I believe it.” Always have, you want to add, but you’re dangerously close to making him bristle and pull away, and so you don’t. 

His mouth makes it to your hip, the caress of his touch like a dull fire, like a hot blade. He squeezes your ass. “You really too tired?” If you said yes, he would pull away without a word of complaint. 

You can barely keep your eyes open but there’s tension locked up in your shoulders from being on your feet for hours, a beginning of want curling around the base of your spine with the slow way he worshiped you. “No,” you admit. “I guess not.” 

“Guess?”

You hum and tuck your hands through his hair again, guiding him to your core. “Yeah.” 

“Uh-huh,” he says against your clothed cunt, some levity returning to his voice. “Like I said, you ain’t gotta do anything, darlin’. Just lie there and look pretty.” 

You stroke the divot between his eyes, chest and stomach cinching tight at his nearness, the hot pulse of his breath against your center. He mouths at your underwear before he hooks a finger in the material and tugs it to the side. 

“Joel,” you murmur, and then pinch his cheek. He grunts and jerks away from your offending hand. “I’m holding you to that.” 

He rolls his eyes and pinches you back, right on the swell of your ass. You jump, twitching in his grasp, inadvertently bringing your body closer to him. “Yeah. Just like I said.” He soothes the little ache, rubbing the spot he pinched. “You’re fallin’ asleep on me anyhow.” 

You do feel closer to sleep than ever, warm in his grasp, safe with his skin against yours, almost too hot where his shoulders rest against the backs of your thighs. It’s comforting, that warmth, the curve of his body under yours, the sharp twinge of want blooming wider in your belly, expansive and vast and needful. It’s knowing too, that he would satiate that vastness and leave you picked cleaned, sucked dry. 

He leans in and inhales against you, tongue sliding through your folds, experimental and slow, just tasting, the point of his tongue rubbing over your clit. 

“Oh,” you exhale, quiet with it. 

You’ve always been self conscious about that, about how you sound, how loud. Even though you aren’t, you know you aren’t. 

And Joel wants to hear you. He likes to hear it, even if he’s quiet himself. He likes knowing he’s doing a good job. 

The hand cupped around your ass slides down, to the back of your thigh, before he’s unwinding himself from you, pushing two fingers through your curls, through the slick dripping from you. 

He groans into you, the vibration of it sending shockwaves up through your chest, unfurling embers around the hooks of your ribs. It spreads you open, spears into the twisting curl of your gut, the want washing like a wave there.

Joel’s fingers circle your entrance, push slow and sure into you, stretching you just right, in a familiar way that makes the sea inside you flood its borders. His mouth comes away from you wet, webs of your want glistening on his lips and in his beard. 

He looks dazed and drunk and maybe sleepy, too, just from the taste of you, from minutes and hours spent between your thighs. His fingers curl lazily inside you, digging into that fleshy, spongy part of you, that makes a gasp tear from your throat. 

“There y’are,” he says, nose nudging against your pussy again, the messy fringe of his hair falling over his forehead, obscuring the dark cast of his blown open eyes from you.

He drowns in you one slow taking at a time, the caressing curl of the flat of his tongue, the press of his fingers that already knows everything inside you and still asks for more. He’s careful with it, taking his time, building you up slow and careful with attention you think might be better put elsewhere, but he likes to lie it down with you, likes to know every little nerve ending and every pinch and contraction of muscle and sinew. 

He can take better care of you that way, after all, if he learned it all well enough. 

Your mind is already fuzzy with too many sleepless nights in a row, too many hours on your feet, and the press of him against you, the delicate twitch of muscle in his shoulders, the way he groans into you, drinks from you like he’d gladly stay buried in your pussy forever—it both brings you searingly alive and sends you spiraling closer to sleep, relaxed and coiled impossibly tight all at once. 

Joel knows it, too. 

But there are still things he doesn’t know, like how when he inadvertently pushes that wide palm of his against your belly as he tries to bring you impossibly closer, it makes everything in you go white hot with the pressure, a bolt of lightening pleasure cracking up your spine, branching out across your whole body. You gasp and grip his hair tight and push him against you, back arching with the effort of it. 

There’s just a second’s pause, and then he’s moving, devouring, like a man starved, a snarling, hungry kind of consuming that makes you forget every thought you’ve ever had about being quiet. 

Your eyes flutter closed, the image of strong arms and thick shoulders tense with need, with the desperation that you passed onto him so easily, imprinted behind your lids. The curve of your calf presses into his back, urging him to a further closeness that is not possible. Getting closer would mean fusing your bodies together. 

He groans again when you come, gushing over his mouth in an almost embarrassing show of arousal. The ever tightening coil burning in your stomach and chest snaps and unravels and unspools, limbs going loose and pliant, muscle twitching sluggishly. 

The exhaustion falls over you like a veil, presses in on you from all sides in a dark tide. His fingers slide from your aching hole, pruned with wet that doesn’t stop him from sucking them clean. He grips your hip tight and hauls himself up to kiss you, the taste of your body heavy on his mouth, the scent of his clean skin surrounding you in a cloud—juniper, you think, like that soap you found. 

He tastes like you, like salt. 

“Christ,” he murmurs against your lips, forehead tight against yours, breathing deep and slow, just like he had between your legs. “You’re so good.” 

He’s stiff in the cradle of your thighs, achingly hard. 

You curl your arms around his shoulders, urge him in closer. “I’m good ‘cause you’re good to me.” When you push his briefs down and guide him to you, he doesn’t protest, just goes easy with it, willing.

Oops! Sorry for no Halloween fics, you like this anyway. Thanks for reading! Would love to know what you think! 💕

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you