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remember-to-be-gentle · 11 months

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Friend, I just screamed. SCREAMED.

How about this~ if I may request an Enji that happens to see a perfect little darling happening by and can't help himself...

...I'll happily write a request for you in exchange!

You'll get yours 😈 when I think of one

Subject: BNHA, Enji Todoroki aka Endeavor

Title: Future

Trigger Warning: Obsessive behavior, kidnapping, fantasizing, breeding (mentioned), Enji is a Karen confirmed

Enji fumed walking to his tailor. He had received a message from one of his sidekicks stating that his presence was "unnegotiable" at tonight's charity gala and worse, he needed a new suit within a handful of hours because he'd put on so much muscle mass that he'd burst out of his old one. It was turning out to be a rough and irritating day.

He shoved open the door to the shop, the little bell jingling to make his presence known--as if he needed it when his heavy footsteps.

A tiny figure popped up from behind the counter. "Just a minute! Mr. Ao is currently working with another client but I'll be more than happy to help when I put these swatches away."

Great, the apprentice. Well, it didn't matter to him as long as you sewed his suit correctly. He was paying good money for the best possible service, after all.

He didn't pay much attention when you lead him to a private fitting room. It wasn't until you closed the door that he remembered where he was. The private room was decently sized with a rack of premade jackets to the side, three mirrors that caught every angle in the room, a small table full of sewing equipment, and of course the dark wooded chair for Enji to sit in.

In this room alone with you, he finally processed who he was looking at. You. With your pretty little sewing apron and messy hair. Your tiny but nimble hands unwrapping the measuring tape. The way you politely commanded him to lift his arms as if you could possibly command him to do anything...

He wanted you. Bad.

Feeling your hard-working hands wrap around the meat of his muscles, giving a gentle squeeze to measure the give for the fabric. Your short arms struggling to wrap around his waist, pulling the measuring tape taught against the planes of his abs and dragging it up to the full curves of his sculpted pecs. He shivered when the tape scraped his nipples through his shirt.

"Are you cold?" You asked.

God, even your voice was cute.

"I don't get cold," Enji said. He was still grumpy, you being the cutest thing he'd ever seen hadn't changed that.

"Oh, okay." You picked up his old suit and examined it, comparing your new measurements with the old recorded in Ao's customer book. "Wow, you sure gained a lot of muscle Mr. Todoroki. Looks about a whole three inches of girth all around."

Why did you have to say girth? Now he was thinking about those little hands wrapped around the meat of his cock. Would those tiny hands of yours even be able to wrap around his balls? God, feeling you cup them would be amazing, desperately trying to wring his cum from them--

Now was not the time to be fantasizing, he reminded himself.

"Where's my tea?" Enji demanded, trying to get his mind off of you. "Mr. Ao always has tea prepared for his guests."

"Right! Sorry, sir." You skittered out of the room and returned with a paper cup of steaming green tea. When your hands brushed his for that split second of transference, Enji could have sworn he felt sparks.

When he married Rei it hadn't been for love. It had been about power when he spread her open and bred her. Enji knew of love and saw it everything and everyone but himself. But now... He felt it. This was love. Or at the very least, this was his breeding instincts begging for one last round in the ring.

Would you be a good girl for him, like Rei? Or would you fight him every step of the way? He could imagine you clawing at the wide expanse of his back, your tiny legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into you hard enough to ensure you couldn't escape him the next day. You wouldn't want for anything under him, nothing but freedom--assuming you were coherent enough from his cock that you remembered you wanted it.

Shit, you were talking again. Oh you pretty little thing, didn't you know what you were doing to him? You had to know.

It took him everything to focus on what you were saying, "Since we don't have time to make a whole new suit, I thought maybe we could change the design to add more fabric in a fashionable capacity." You picked up a tablet and showed him a rough sketch of his jacket with red fabric inlaid in the seams to accommodate his size. Frankly he knew nothing about fashion so it looked good to him.

He just wanted you to touch him again.

"That's fine," he said. "As long as I have full use of my arms and legs. You wouldn't know anything about being a hero, but even the clothes we wear outside of work need to accommodate our movement as well as be quirk resistant."

"Of course, sir! Hero work is really intense. I can get started on your suit right away and have it delivered to your address with time to spare. Should I have Mr. Ao bill to the usual account?"

"Will you be the one delivering it?"

"Ah, no. We usually outsource deliveries, sir."

"Hm. I think it would be best if you did. That way you can come with me to the gala." What was he saying! "It would be... Uh, it would be a good way for you to show off your work, maybe make some connections. People from all walks of life will be there, I'm sure that this could be a good opportunity for you."

"I... I don't know what to say." You blushed, sweet and shy, confidence slipping in the face of opportunity. "I would love to."

"Excellent, my driver can take us there and back. Just dress nicely."

"Of course, sir, and thank you again. I'm going to get started on the modifications."

"Please do." Enji stood up, turning away from you quickly and coldy to walk out the door so you couldn't see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants.

He reminded himself to be patient.

Later that night when you arrived in your pretty, slim fitting dress and his bold but fashionable tux, Enji said, "You're a little early. Please come in. I'll make you some tea before I change."

"Oh, I don't want to bother you Mr. Todoroki!"

"It's no bother." He gestured for you to come inside and the moment your foot crossed the threshold of your new home, Enji firmly closed the door and locked it. "Now, why don't we talk about your future?"

#raven writes #Enji Todoroki x Reader #Endeavor x Reader #Tailor!Reader #Yandere x Reader #Male Yandere #Yandere Enji Todoroki #Yandere Endeavor #TW obsessive behavior #TW kidnapping #TW breeding (mentioned)#TW fantasizing

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sims4luxury · 1 year

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The Nursery/Kid Collection

Hello everyone 🤗

I'm wishing you all a Happy New Year 😍🥳🥳 I hope you're all doing great at the beginning of 2023!

I'm so, so happy today to share with you the biggest collection I ever made and to show you my progress in Blender 😱

About my progress this month:

One of the biggest new skills I have now is that the bed blanket is animated!!!!

I learned how to make a cloth simulation on a mesh, which means I created from scratch for the first time in my life the pillow, the blanket (bed cover?), and the bed canopy

As I already said, I learn how to animate the blanket, which means the bed is fully functional exactly as it should be. No more strange animation when a toddler will going to sleep in it 👌

I also learned how to create a curve, which was needed for the garland

Most of the rugs in this collection has now a thickness even if the shape is not a basic shape such as a square, rectangle, or round. I learned how to add texture details to them which gives a realistic and mellow appearance which can be great if you have a Simstagram and share cute toddler poses for example

I started learning several new other skills but the end result is too bad to be shared right now 😂

Thank you all so so much for all your support without which I simply wouldn't be able to spend as much time learning new 3d skills 🙏❤

About the collection:

The collection is composed of 25 new CC with a total of ... 291 swatches! 😱

I wanted to cover as many styles as possible with plain colors and matching patterns for you to be sure to be able to create a lot of different toddler bedrooms even if you're using the same mesh. I'm personally always frustrated when the CC is exactly the one I want to use but can't find the swatch that is matching with the other items made by another CC creator.

Of course, I couldn't create all the textures ever possible, but for sure when an item has 38 different swatches, you'll find at least 1 of them matching your interior 😍

The color palettes I used to create this collection are mostly white, pink, orange, green, and blue with matching patterns and for some items, I created different kinds and tones of wood from light to dark.

Everything is base game and HQ compatible

Everything is functional and playtested

All items have from 1 swatch up to 38

When possible, all items have all their LODs

Except for the bed canopy (sorry), everything is low poly

They all have their custom thumbnails and are correctly tagged

Most of them can be found under "kid's furniture" or "kid's decoration"

All of them can also be found with those keywords: sims4luxury; nursery; toddler; kid

Here are all the thumbnails of the collection:

How to make the bed functional:

The bed is coming in 3 separated pieces:

Bed frame

mattress

blanket

and ONLY THE BLANKET is actually functional. Bed frames and mattresses are only decor items with 0 interactions or animations linking to them. So you'll need to place the blanket if you want your toddler sim to be able to sleep in the bed from this collection.

You can use the blanket with any other bed frame you have, it will work the same.

I separated the bed into 3 pieces for you to choose between all the swatches and mix and match all of them the way you prefer.

About the bed canopy:

The bed canopy is a high poly mesh. I did my best and created several versions of it but the only one which didn't look too weird to be shared is the version that has 25k poly. So please be cautious!

I created the mesh to be placed as close as possible to the walls in a corner so that the bed frame can be placed below it, not next to or in front of it and it does not create a collision with any sim.

Tips:

Because of the number of swatches a lot of the CC in this collection has, the files are large.

If you need to save space on your computer but still want to keep this collection installed, I suggest you delete the swatches you like the least with Sims4Studio.

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Et voilà 🤗

I wish you all to enjoy this new CC collection and all the best for 2023 😍🥳

Full love to everyone of you and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support 🙏

Mélissa

* FREE DOWNLOAD *

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pluto-sims · 2 years

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Forest Friends Dress for Kids and Toddlers

awh yeaaaaah back with some cottagecore content once again lmao. basically, you know the super cute rabbit pattern that came on some of the build/buy stuff with cottage living? I love it, but wanted some different colour options, and rather than dick about in photoshop I just redrew it myself, made the drawings a bit more vibrant, and did a bunch of background colours. Anyway, I figured it would make a cute dress, so made a matching set for kiddos and toddlers!

It comes with 3 dress patterns (beige background, green background and charcoal background), each with 17 different undershirt colours. And I'm sharing the patterns, too, in case anyone wants to use them!

Details, downloads and swatch previews under the cut :)

@maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds @mmfinds @mmoutfitters

Huge thanks to everyone who helped test them! You're all literal angels tysm!

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Matching dress set for children and toddlers. BGC!

Three different dress pattern options, each with 17 undershirt options - so, 51 swatches in total.

Custom thumbnail, disabled for random, correct colour tags.

Dress Swatch Previews

Obviously not all 51 swatches because that would be mad lmao asdfgh but here are all the undershirt options. Each one is available with white, charcoal, and green patterned dresses.

Bonus Patterns

Sharing the patterns I made, too! Available both as PNGs and Photoshop pattern files. Feel free to use them however you want, just please credit back if you do :)

Aaaand I think that's it lmao, sorry for the ridiculously long post! I really enjoyed this one, and I hope some of you like them, too! And as always, please let me know if there's any issues!

Download: SFS │ Patreon (both 100% free for everyone)

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cal-kestis · 1 year

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HOW TO: Make a Pantone “Color of the Year” Gif

A few people have asked about my Pantone sets which use the “Color of the Year” swatch design. So, here’s a full tutorial with a downloadable template of my exact overlay! Disclaimer: This tutorial assumes you have a basic understanding of gif-making in Photoshop.

PHASE 1: PICKING A SCENE + PANTONE COLOR(S)

I’m starting with this because it’s crucial for planning your gifset as well as making sure the execution is smooth sailing. The steps in this phase won’t necessarily be literal steps but some tips for how I usually go about making a Pantone set:

1.1 – Picking a scene. Scene selection is everything. To make things easy on yourself, I suggest choosing scenes where the background is mainly ONE color — for example, a scene where the subject has a clear blue sky behind them. To make things even easier, choose a color that isn’t the same color as the subject of your gif. Like, if your subject is a human, I’d avoid using a gif with a red or yellow background unless you want to do a lot more work to mask their skin.

Rip me using a scene of green lil Grogu in green grass lmao. But I guess that goes to show you could really do this with any scene (I just did lots of masking and keyframe animations to perfect this green shade). BUT selecting your scenes wisely = a lot less work.

1.2 – Picking Pantone colors. People often ask me how I choose my colors and there are a few methods which I’ll go over below.

But note that not all Pantone colors have a cute name, or any name (fun fact: only Pantone textiles have official names and they end with TCX, TPX, or TPG).

METHOD A: Google Search “Pantone [Color]” Source: Google Easy but not always fruitful, all you do for this method is open Google and type “Pantone [insert color here].” For example, when searching for teal colors, I searched several things including: Pantone Teal, Pantone Turquoise, Pantone Blue, Pantone Green, Pantone Blue Green, etc. Then, just sift through the Google results and click on whatever comes up from the official Pantone website! Since Pantone’s site blocks some info behind a paywall, you won’t be able to get a hex code from them. But you can just screenshot the swatch from their site, put it in Photoshop, and use the eyedropper tool to figure out the color.

METHOD B: Color-Name Site Source: https://www.color-name.com/ This handy website lets you search by colors using the upper navigation bar. Or you can just type something like "magenta" or "blue pantone" or even “frog” and see what comes up lol. Color-name can put together palettes too! I like that this site also tells you the hex code of a color, which is really helpful for getting the right code to put in my overlay. Note: Not every color on this site is a Pantone textile, so not all of these names are Pantone-official names. You can tell it’s official if, in the Pantone row of the Color Codes table on the middle of the page, it has a code that’s 2 numbers, a dash, 4 numbers, and either TCX, TPX, or TPG.

METHOD C: User-Made Pantone Colors Archive Source: https://margaret2.github.io/pantone-colors/ For my Wednesday characters as Pantone colors set, it was all about matching the color name to the character’s vibe. So, before looking at the actual colors themselves, I wanted to find the perfect color names. I stumbled upon this page. The pros = it lists pretty much all of the current official Pantone names. The cons = it’s not convenient since there’s no filtering tool. You can do Command+F and search for keywords, but that’s it. I literally scrolled through this whole page for my Wednesday set and read every single name, which... I think means... something’s wrong with me /lh /hj

METHOD D: Official Pantone Color Finder Source: https://www.pantone.com/pantone-connect This is last on my list because I don’t actually recommend it. Unless you already have access to this resource from your school or work or something, I would never pay for it and it is a paid feature only. Boooo 👎 But there is a free trial (which I’ve never used), so if you want to see what it’s about, you can definitely go for it.

PHASE 2: MAKING THE BASE GIF

Again, just some super quick tips for making a gif that, I think, looks best with this kind of set — but if you’re still learning how to gif, I do have a basic gif-making tutorial here for extra guidance!

2.1 – Uncheck “Delete Cropped Pixels” before cropping your gif. When you use the crop tool, this checkbox appears in the top toolbar. Unchecking it allows you to move the positioning of your gif later on, which is handy in this case when you want to choose which part of your gif will be underneath the Pantone swatch. You can read more about this tip in my basic gif-making tutorial (linked above; Step 1.5 – Tip B).

2.2 – Make your gif 540px width. My gifs for these sets are usually 540x540px but I think 540x500px will also look good. I think it’s more impactful though to make a big gif to show off your coloring.

PHASE 3: ADDING THE PANTONE OVERLAY

3.1 – Download my template I made this template myself, so all I ask is that you don’t claim it as your own and that you give me proper insp or template credit in your caption if you decide to use it! Get the PSD with the transparent background here!

3.2 – Download the font Helvetica Neue Bold The font I use (and I’m pretty sure it’s the same font Pantone uses) is Helvetica Neue Bold, with some very specific letter spacing (which I determined by studying Pantone’s official Color of the Year Very Peri design). It’s already set in my .psd but here are specs in case: color name spacing = -40, color code spacing = -75 (sometimes I’ll do -25 for the numbers after the dash if I don’t like how tightly they’re packed together).

I uploaded Helvetica Neue Bold to my dropbox here!

3.3 – Import my overlay You can either drag the whole folder onto your gif from tab to tab or right-click the folder, select Duplicate Group, and select your gif as the destination document. Just make sure this overlay group is above your base gif!

3.4 – Fill the color swatch In my .psd, on the layer labeled “Pantone Swatch,” just grab the hex code of your chosen Pantone color and fill that layer using the Paint Bucket tool! I’ve already put a layer mask on the layer for you so it fits perfectly inside the square outline.

If you’re using my .psd, all the blend mode settings are already in place! I usually set the colored square behind the Pantone logo to the Color blend mode, but sometimes, I prefer the way Hue looks. It’s up to you!

You can also adjust the drop shadow settings to make your text more visible as needed. The layers are arranged in this order so the drop shadows don’t interfere with the semi-transparent part of the colored swatch.

3.5 – Insert the color name and code My .psd has two versions to choose from: (1) a color name that fits on one line and (2) a color name that requires two lines. Use the one that applies to your color name and simply type that and color code into the corresponding text layers!

Note 1: Pantone doesn’t keep their font size uniform for every color of the year. They’ll sometimes shrink the text to fit longer names, but I like being consistent. So, I use this one font size for all my colors.

Note 2: My template has all the text left-justified and matching the starting point of the P in Pantone. BUT, sometimes the gif looks better if you nudge the text a bit so it looks more centered. Use your discretion when aligning the text!

Note 3: Btw, you definitely don’t have to use the TCX/TPG codes like me. (I’m a nut and there’s no way I’ll ever do a Pantone set and not use those types of codes to maintain uniformity across this series lol.) I’ve seen others do sets inspired by mine using different color codes or even just the hex code itself!

PHASE 4: COLORING THE BASE GIF

The key here is to make a majority of your gif feature your chosen Pantone swatch. If you’re really smart with your scene selections, this should be a breeze! If you’re stubborn like me and want to use specific scenes with the opposite color of your chosen Pantone swatch, there will be a bit more color manipulation involved... However, this isn’t a coloring tutorial, so again, I’m going to give some tips and resources that will hopefully help you out!

4.1 – Color matching. Now that you have the Pantone swatch on your gif, you should be able to reference that center square set to Color/Hue to match the rest of your gif to that color. Feel free to paint a little blob of your color onto another layer anywhere on your gif so you can refer to it closer over a specific part of your gif. For example, I put a little circle over Grogu’s head to see how closely I matched Pantone’s Peapod color, then I tweaked my adjustment layers a bit more until the colors matched near perfectly and I couldn’t tell where that blob begins or ends. The left is the solid color and the right is set to the blending mode Color (like the square):

4.2 – Moving the base gif. This isn’t really about coloring... but remember when I said to uncheck “Delete Cropped Pixels” in Step 2.1? Well, here’s your chance to adjust your canvas and move the gif around so the exact part you want under the color swatch is in the right position. I personally think these kinds of sets are more impactful when you put a differently colored part of your gif under the swatch so you can see through it and the difference is clearer. In my example, I put Grogu in the center so the green box would cover some of his brown potato sack robe.

4.3 – Color manipulation. Color manipulation is when you transform your media’s original color grading into a completely different color. The Grogu gif isn’t a great example because the original scene was already a green-yellow color:

I mean, the difference is still pretty drastic but that’s mostly because my file was HDR and washed out as a result.

So, here’s an example I made using a gif from my first Pantone set for ITSV (I’m not doing this demo to the Grogu gif because it’d be too much work to manipulate a green background with a green subject. This ITSV scene is perfect bc the majority of it is blue while the subjects are mostly red.)

For the “basic coloring,” I did everything as I normally would: mostly levels and selective color layers.

For color manipulation, my fav adjustment layer is Hue/Saturation (those are the screenshots that are on the gif above). When you’re smart with your scene selection, it’s pretty easy to manipulate colors with one Hue/Sat layer because you usually only need to tamper with 1-2 colors and, hopefully, they shouldn’t interfere with skin tones (obviously you’ll do other layers to further enhance your gif’s brightness, contrast, etc. — but I just mean the heavy lifting usually only takes me one layer with a good scene choice).

All you have to do is figure out what color the majority of your gif is, toggle to that color’s channel, and fiddle with the hue slider. In the gif above, you can see that I played with both the Blue and Cyan channels. Here’s why:

If I only adjust the Blue hue slider, I get those speckles of cyan peaking through in the gif above. Unless you’re working with completely flat colors — like 2D animation with zero shading/highlights — a color is never just one, solid color. Blue isn’t just blue, it may have some cyan. Purple isn’t just purple, I often have to toggle the Blue channel too. So, yeah, be mindful of that!

I’ll sometimes go in with the brush tool and paint over some areas of my gif to really smooth out the color and make it uniform. When I do that, I just set that painted layer to the Color blend mode. Some of the resources below go into that technique a bit more!

4.4 – Coloring resources. While not all of these tutorials cover the same type of color manipulation I did in my gifs, I think the principles are similar and would be helpful to anyone who’s a beginner: – color manipulation tutorial by usergif/me: I go a bit more in depth here (I think lol) – how to change the background of any gif by usergif/fionagallaqher: a great tutorial for using keyframes so you can manipulate the background of a gif with lots of motion – bea’s color isolation gif tutorial by nina-zcnik: this tutorial has more tips about hue/saturation layers as well as masking your subject – elio’s colouring tutorial by djarin: this tutorial shows a lot of examples of first manipulating the colors then brushing over the gif with a matching color for extra coverage

And just one last note on coloring, I always try to appreciate gifs with the mentality that “good” coloring is 100% subjective. One of the only things I would classify as “bad” coloring is when you whitewash or [color]wash someone’s skin tone. So, as long as you keep the integrity of your subjects’ natural skin — especially if they’re a POC — you should feel good about your coloring, because it’s yours and you worked hard! <3

PHASE 4: EXPORT

That’s it!! If you work in Video Timeline like me, just convert from Timeline back to Frames, export your gif, and voila!

Easy PEAsy. 🥁

If you have specific questions about this tutorial, my ask box is open <3

Also, check out these other Pantone-inspired sets by my friends @nobodynocrime (Mulan set) and @wakandasforever (Ponyo set)! There are so many ways to use Pantone colors in your set, so I hope this inspires you to create something beautifully colorful <3

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auteurdelabre · 2 months

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PLEASE, MISTER MILLER? (Sequel part 5) BFDJoel! x f!Reader

Chapter summary: You and Joel navigate long distance, your parents and the realization that college graduation is just around the corner.

series masterlist

rating: 18+

a/n: Y'all this chapter is a fuckin beast. I had to break it up because its lookin' like another marathon chapter and I am a slut for comments so I had to break it up. Please comment, reblog, all that good juju and you'll make your girl real happy.

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I miss you.

[HIM💜]Miss you too, baby.

Send me a pic.

[HIM💜]

NOT THAT KIND.

[HIM💜]

Much better. You're cute, Miller.

[HIM💜] You're not so bad yourself, Snowflake.

I wish you were here, Joel. I keep waking up thinking you'll be next to me.

[HIM💜] I feel the same, baby. I keep looking over in bed expecting to see you and that way you smile when you’re all sleepy. Then I get all blue when it's nothing but empty mattress.

[HIM💜] Is it cheesy if I say I can't wait to hold you again?

Not at all. I’m counting down the days until graduation.

[HIM💜] Coming up quick. You excited?

Sorta. What are you doing right now?

[HIM💜] You alone?

Yep.

[HIM💜 CALLING]

Joel's face pops up on your phone, smiling at you from what looks like a hardware store. Warmth floods you as you gaze at him. You see that he’s dressed casually, a grey t-shirt over his broad torso, a baseball cap over his tussled curls.

"Hey, baby." He smiles broadly at you and you swear you can feel your heart skip a beat.

"Where are you?"

"Paint store." He holds up a color swatch if several shades of dark green. "Whadda ya think of this color?"

He holds the simple up closer to the camera. Some of his curls peek out near his neck under his hat. You can still feel their silken texture wrapped around your fingers like some sensual ghost.

Fuck you miss him.

"Nice," you offer. "What's this for?"

"Wanna repaint my bedroom," he says grinning like an excited schoolchild.

“Why are you repainting your bedroom?” You ask amused. Joel’s face contorts from beaming excitement to a somber flinch and you regret asking it.

"Tess moved out last weekend," Joel says almost timidly. “And uh, I wanted to repaint. Fresh start and all that.”

Your stomach jumps at those words. Tess moved out. For the past few months you and Joel have been in regular contact via phone and texting. He mentioned that the divorce papers were drawn up, that Tess had agreed to it with an almost upsetting lack of emotion. But actually knowing that she had moved out? That feels momentous.

"Woah, so it's really over," you croak with a nervous shiver breaking out along your body.

"Was over for a long time, baby," Joel assures you. "This just makes it official."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just feel guilty. Feel like I should be more upset but I'm just so fucking relieved."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You pause, uncertain where you two stand. Yes you said you wanted to continue this together. But what does that mean exactly? Maybe now that Joel is single again he’ll want to play the field. And why not? He’s early forties, gorgeous and has the most wonderful, caring personality of anyone you’ve ever met. Why wouldn’t he want to sleep around and have fun before committing himself to a relationship again?

"You've gone quiet, baby."

You give a smile to yourself. "Just thinking."

"Thinkin' 'bout what?"

"Just that you're getting divorced, and maybe... Maybe you want to sow your wild oats or something." You cringe at your phrasing. "Maybe you don't wanna be tied down in a relationship right away.”

You aren't expecting the sharp laugh from over the line. You love how his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you. You watch him move to a corner of the store that’s a little quieter, a little more private. Then he switches the call to voice only. You raise the phone to your ear, heart thudding.

"Don't you think you're the one that should be sowing wild oats?" Joel chuckles. "You're the one in her twenties."

"Nah, I've done enough of that," you admit shyly.

"So've I," Joel tells you and he sounds earnest.

"Maybe you don't wanna be tied down in a relationship you know?" You offer feebly. "I mean, maybe you wanna date around or... I dunno."

You trail off feeling embarrassed.

"Only interested in datin' one girl and it's the one I’m talkin’ to," Joel says evenly. "Same girl who has me smiling like a fuckin' idiot at my phone so much my brother commented on it at work."

You can't help but blush, even though he's not even there to see it. "Yeah?"

"Yep. Had to tell him it was a dating app just so he'd leave me alone."

You laugh at the thought. You don't know Tommy other than what Joel tells you, but he sounds like trouble. The fun kind.

“I’m lookin’ very forward to seein’ her next month,” Joel offers and you feel your lower belly pool with arousal at the sound. “Thought I’d book us in at the same hotel but only one bed this time.”

“Mmm I’d like that,” you coo, sighing softly at the thought.

“Yeah?” Joel’s voice is so low it’s a purr. “Eager to make up for lost time?”

“Mhmmm.” You can’t help but feel the tug of lust skittering across your body. “I can’t stop thinking about all the things I wanna do to you, Mister Miller. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it. How do you wanna fuck me first?”

“Fuck,” Joel hisses out and you giggle at the sound. He turns the phone back to face time and you see his pupils blown wide.

“Don’t do that to me here, honey. Not while I’m lookin’ at paint samples. Now, be a good girl and tell me, what do you think of this one?"

He holds up the paint sample again. It’s a dark green, too dark for a bedroom in your opinion. But You think back to sitting on the hotel bed with Joel during your time together. Of him telling you that Tess took control of everything down to the color of his bed sheets and you hesitate.

You don’t want to do that to him. You don’t want to control him.

"I like it," you answer, narrowing your eyes slightly. "It's just..."

"What?"

Joel is frowning at the screen now, looking concerned at your thoughtful silence. He raises a brow when you look back at the phone.

"It's a really nice color," you concede. "I love green."

"But?"

"But nothing."

"Baby," Joel says gently, a softness in tone that draws your gaze to his waiting eyes. "C'mon now, no lies here."

"Doesn't matter what I like."

"Matters to me."

You feel anxiety pricking at your body, making you nibble the inside of your cheek. Joel watches you through the phone, you see people wandering the aisle behind him.

"I think it might be too dark," you finally offer. "But that's only because to me a bedroom should make you feel calm and relaxed. I've always been partial to blues. But honestly, Joel, that's just personal preference. You should get what you're drawn to. With all that green it's like you're sleeping in the forest which I know you like."

Joel nods, lower lip stuck out in thought. All of a sudden you hear a key at your door and you panic.

"Shit, I gotta go."

The call ends just as Sarah walks into the dorm room yawning. She almost trips over the cardboard boxes the two of you had been packing earlier.

"I'm so sick of essay formatting," she says with a groan as she tosses her backpack onto the ground.

"Same." You peek at her over your phone. "There's an iced coffee for you in the fridge."

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Sarah sings, taking the coffee from the fridge and throwing herself on the bed next to you.

You wouldn't love me if you knew why I bought it.

You give a short smile, giggling as she rubs her shoulder next to yours, urging you to give her more room on your bed. She's often remarked that despite you both having the same college -dorm -issued mattress that yours is far more comfortable.

“It’ll all be worth it when I’m walking around South America with Charlie this summer,” Sarah sighs. “Three whole months of museums and delicious food and-“

“Fucking,” you finish for her. She blushes wildly before pushing you with her arm.

"I feel like you've been buying me a ton of stuff lately," Sarah muses all of a sudden. "You never let me pay for dinner and this is like the tenth time you've had coffee waiting for me. What gives?"

You force a natural looking smile on your face.

"Dunno. Guess since we won't be roommates next year I'm just trying to enjoy you while I can."

And because I've been fucking your dad in secret for months and have no intention of stopping.

Sarah gives a sarcastic laugh before growing somber. "Are you nervous about graduation next month?"

"A little," you say honestly, your eyes drifting from her face to the popcorn ceiling above you. "I still haven't told my parents about grad school."

"What?" Sarah drains the last of her coffee before propping herself up on an elbow and looking at you severely. "Why?"

"Dunno."

That's a lie. You know exactly why. Because you're parents are the least supportive, most caustic people you know. Sarah frowns at you over her drink.

"You're gonna have to tell them eventually."

"Yeah I know."

“Have you seen Conrad lately?”

“Not since the trip,” you answer with a small smirk.

Thankfully you haven’t seen Conrad since that night months ago when he caught you and Joel fucking in your bed. You’ve seen him in passing around campus a few times, but he usually just goes red in the face and strides past you.

"I'm so glad you dumped him," Sarah tells you with a guilty smile. "I was so worried he was gonna propose in Ibiza and be stuck rearing his moron kids. But ever since you got back you've been different."

"Different?"

"Yeah," she nods giving a knowing smile.

She pushes herself off of the bed and goes to the boxes she’d been in the process of packing before classes. She sits herself down on the rug, staring up at you looking into middle distance, still laying on the bed.

You take a moment to covertly look through your photos of Joel. Fuck you miss him. You look at the photo of him at the gallery, of him in glasses, of the two of you in bed, of him carrying your bags to the elevator. You smile.

"Is it the married guy?"

You don't answer. You don't want to answer. You don't want to know what Sarah thinks about you being with a married man, especially when that man is her father.

You sit up and join her on the floor, going through the box you yourself were packing before Joel called. It’s your collection of trinkets collected during your time in school. A ticket stub from your first theatre going here, a cut out from the school paper where you’d submitted an article on the anthropology of monogamy, amongst other clutter that makes you smile.

"Well if it is, it seems like he's making you really happy," she offers tentatively. “Honestly in all the time I’ve known you I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”

“Well I did get into my Masters program,” you remind her. “And I am graduating with honors.”

“Right,” Sara concedes as the two of you continue packing up your modest dorm room, wrapping her horse figurines in newspaper. She glances over into your box of trinkets and spots the carving Joel made for you. The one that you’ve rubbed down with your thumb over months of keeping it in your pocket.

“You still have that?” Sarah says with a sweet expression on her face. “Isn’t that the one my dad carved for you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, forcing yourself to sound neutral.

“I love that you kept it,” Sarah says with a hand over her heart. “My Dad loves carving these things. I have so many from over the years. Soccer balls, horses, mermaids. Even a dragon from when I was really obsessed with them.”

You love hearing stories about Joel and so you listen intently while trying to appear casual. But every time you get a new piece of information something in you bubbles in delight. The thought of your Joel in the world maybe carving at this very moment.

Your Joel.

“Well it was really nice of him,” you say. “More thoughtful than anything my parents ever bought me.”

Your eyes trail to the dress hanging over the door of your closet and you sigh. The latest gift from your parents, a dress for graduation. A virginal white dress with ruffles that doesn’t suit you at all.

“Oh my God do you remember this play?” Sarah asks holding up your torn ticket. “The fucking lighting guy kept missing the cue and the actress was in darkness half the show?”

The two of you collapse into giggles at the memory and you realize with a small devastation that Sarah is the closest thing you've ever had to a best friend. She's supportive and encouraging. She helps you study, she was there for you when you broke up with Conrad, she was the first person you told about grad school because she was the one that insisted you apply.

“Who cares what your parents think? This is your life!”

There's a very large part of you that hates how you're keeping everything from her even though you know there's no other option. It runs a thread of fear through you that makes you question how you and Joel can continue.

Would Sarah support it? Or would she be disgusted? You don't really know. You've never been on Sarah's bad side before. When you and Joel have talked about it he's been clear that he wants to be the one to bring it up to Sarah 'if it gets to that point'. But when will you both know you’ve reached that point?

“Tell me more about married guy,” Sarah insists, nudging your knee with her socked foot. “I wanna know everything.”

“He’s…well, he’s great. Handsome and smart and he really listens to me,” you eventually admit with an amused pull of your lips. “He makes me really happy, Sarah. I’ve told him stuff I’ve never told anyone.”

Sarah’s eyes go soft. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes drop to your hands and you feel tears start at the corners. “I’ve never trusted anyone like I trust him. He makes me feel… Cared for.”

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence as you continue packing up your dorm items. Suddenly Sarah pipes up.

“Is he good in bed?”

You try to swallow the disgusted expression on your face, but she catches it. Her eyes widen with amusement as she tosses a throw pillow at your head. You catch it, trying to will the panic from your expression.

“What?” Sarah gives a small giggle. “You used to tell me everything you and Conrad did, which wasn’t much by the way. But now you’re a vault?”

“It’s uh, just different with him,” you say quickly lowering your eyes to the newspaper you pack your collectibles in. “It feels more… special. I dunno how to describe it. Next question.”

“Are you in love with him?”

You barely pause.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Yeah I am.”

///

Sarah leaves for her evening class later that night and you sit staring at your phone. You want to call Joel and tell him how much you miss him. You want him to speak filth into your ears so you can come. You want to be in his arms with his full mouth on yours. You just want him.

The future is so precarious in many ways. When you’d received your acceptance letter into your Masters program you’d been delighted. When you’d called Joel later that day he’d been so fucking supportive it brought tears to your eyes.

And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell your parents. Couldn’t stand the knowledge that a man you’d known for less than six months had known exactly how to support your successes better than your own parents did.

But it’s time now. Graduation is next week and they’ll be coming out to ask your plans. They’ll take you to your fancy dinner and they’ll espouse how a future in Anthropology is a hobby. How you should have gone into Business or something more realistic. And you’ll sit there like you always do with your eyes on your plate willing the evening to be over.

Get it over with.

You punch in your parent’s number and raise your phone to your ear. Your stomach twists when you hear the sound of the phone ringing as you hold your cell to your ear. Despite the fact that you're calling them on any other line, it almost feels like the ring home seems more barren, more echo-ey.

The phone clicks and you hear your mom bark out your name. You wince.

"Hey mom."

"Hello. Did you get the dress?”

“Yes Mom,” you say in an obedient tone.

“Well, it’s quite late. Is anything the matter?"

"No," you say feeling your heart in your chest. "I'm calling because I wanted you to-"

"We received the graduation tickets," your mother continues, not even listening to you. "Not even assigned seating. Ridiculous."

There's something about calling home that makes you feel impossibly small and insignificant, but not in a comforting way. More the reminder that you could be squashed under foot at any moment.

"Yes well that's why I'm calling, sort of-"

"Speak up I can barely hear you."

You sigh deeply, trying to steady your voice. "I wanted to let you and Dad know that I got into that Master's program for the fall."

There is a loaded silence and then you hear your mother cover the phone and murmur. She’s probably telling your father. Finally her voice comes back over the line, crisp and abraisive.

"I hope you don't expect us to fund that daydream.”

You knew it was coming and yet it doesn't remove the sting entirely.

"Nope. I've got enough scholarships to cover it so far. Just need a part time job for extra expenses. I just wanted to tell...." You trail off.

You hear the sound of your father calling your mother's name in the background.

"Your father is tired, darling. He has to be awake early and the light from the phone is keeping him up. We'll see you at graduation."

The line goes dead and you throw your cell onto the bed angrily. You can't wait until fucking graduation is over and done with. You can't wait until you're parents are out of your life for another semester.

///

Sarah’s in class. Wanna chat a bit?

[HIM💜] Can’t baby. Tommy fucked up one of the orders and I gotta get it fixed quick.

The tone is sharp and you can hear his irritation flowing through the screen. You go to type out your response when another one of his comes through to the screen.

[HIM💜] I’ll give you a ring later tonight.

It’s final, resolute. He doesn’t have time for you right now and that’s totally fine… Except his words from earlier are echoing around in your brain. Eager to make up for lost time? Fuck yes you are. You can already feel arousal pooling between your lips.

In the months between spring break and now you’ve done your fair share of phone sex. Joel is remarkably adept at getting you off with only his voice, his words and the distant sound of his belt rasping against his zipper as he strokes himself.

You sent back racy photos every now and again, nothing too obscene for fear that Tess might see. Your face is never included for the same reason.

But right now you’re so fucking horny for him and you need to make him come for you. Probably because you know you shouldn’t bother him. It’s that bratty urge that pops its head out every once and again, urging you to push him, to test him, to make him want you, hard for you even when he shouldn’t.

You look at one of your packed boxes and are suddenly inspired. You pull the tabs open before reaching in and pulling out one of your packed winter items. The snowflake skirt. The skirt that tipped the scales in your relationship. You smile.

You shimmy out of your jeans, shirt and panties before pulling the skirt on and standing in front of the mirror. After a moments deliberation you remove your bra as well, giving yourself a once over and smiling in satisfaction.

You get onto the bed and begin to do a selection of seductive poses, aiming your camera, setting it on a timer and trying your best angles before deciding on a few that turn you on. Your first selection is the snowflake skirt hooked up over the globe of your ass. You’re leaned forward, presenting to the camera. The result is a peek of your glistening folds framed by your skirt on your pale pink sheets. Filthy.

You giggle just at the thought of sending these to Joel while he’s in the middle of work. Your fingers dance over the screen of your phone.

I miss you.

[HIM💜] I told you I was busy, baby.

You feel another bubble of laughter begin as your finger hovers over the selected thumbnail of your naked form. You toss over the idea in your head a moment before pressing send and waiting. His response is almost immediate.

[HIM💜] Are you insane? I’m at work.

I didn’t know you were gonna check your phone!

I was just sending it for later.

[HIM💜] Little liar.

Just missing you. You missing me?

[HIM💜] You know I am. Now stop it.

You can almost hear it in his growled timber.

You giggle before sorting through your remaining photos. You send him the one of you lying on your back, tits out and pussy wet and spread wantonly with your fingers. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist. Your eyes are half lidded looking up into the camera and you bite your lower lip. It's fucking debauched and you send it with a little thrill in your stomach.

He doesn’t reply right away and a part of you is worried that he’s not checked his phone. You wait a few moments before typing out your message to him, a small smirk on your face.

I'm so wet just Thinking about your cock. How good it felt. Wish you were fucking me right now.

[HIM💜] Quit it.

You shouldn’t be as turned on as you are, but you can’t help it. Your fingers begin to rub your clit in earnest, knowing that he’s looking at these photos at work. Knowing that he can’t just stroke his cock in his office. With your free hand you type shakily.

Wish I was sucking your cock under your desk, Mister Miller. Want you to fuck my mouth in the middle of work with people around. Wanna make you come down my throat.

[HIM💜] You like acting like a filthy little slut?

There’s the inherent menace of that statement combined with your arousal that sets the next action into motion. You press voice record and place the phone next to your head. Your breathing is heavy and labored. You imagine Joel in bed next to you, the smell of him, the way his beard rasped between your inner thighs. It’s not long before your groaning and coming hard on your fingers, whimpering his name.

With shaky breath you send the voice memo off and slip into a drowsy warmth. His response is delayed a few minutes, likely because he’s listening to it. The thought amuses and thrills you. Finally a beep sounds through.

[HIM💜] Two can play this game, baby.

///

He doesn’t call you that evening but you’re so busy with studying for finals you don’t really notice. It’s not until your morning lecture the next day that you get a text from him. Distracted you glance at the number and see his name. With a smile you assume it's a cute message and click it, shocked when you see the very obvious erection barely hidden in his boxers.

Your heart jumps and you glance behind you to ensure that the other classmates in your lecture hall haven’t seen. None of them glance your way; all are focused on the professor talking at the podium about your final exam next week.

WTF JOEL. I’m in class!

[HIM💜] Sorry baby. Just missing you.

He’s not sorry at all and you both know it.

You go red in the face before dashing out of your class and into the nearest bathroom. It's mercifully empty and you take the nearest stall. You open your messages and feel a giddy thrill go through you when you see he’s sent through a video.

There's a mixture of embarrassment, terror and thrilling excitement that goes through you at the sight. Joel sent you a dirty video. He's never done that. You can only assume it's payback from your texts yesterday and you couldn't be more delighted.

You lean back against the stall, not even feeling the cool metal because you’re so focused on your cell phone. With trembling fingers you pop your ear buds in and press play. Joel's husky baritone immediately floods your ears and you close your eyes.

"Those were some filthy fucking photos you sent me yesterday," his voice murmurs off screen, sleepy and rumbled. "And sending ‘em to me at work. Naughty girl. I was hard all fuckin’ day."

You smile gently to yourself at the thought of it. Joel stuck behind his desk, jeans tight as his erection pulses desperately. Your eyes open now and you see that he’s lifted his phone to point at his waist. He’s lying in bed, you recognize the sheets. He’s naked now, but he’s not pointing it at his cock yet.

"Don't know that you deserve this video at all," Joel teases and you watch his lower belly twitch. "You're lucky I like you so much."

That little comment thrills you. The camera points down, showing you the glistening head of his cock. Beads of pre-cum already dot it.

"Betcha wish you were licking this thick cock right now, aren't you my sweet little slut?"

His wide hand lazily strokes, making you whimper to yourself in the empty stall.

"This is your come baby," Joel mutters behind the camera. "Been saving it up all day. Thinking about you and t-that... Video we made. Watched it this mornin'."

He breaks off and you watch his wide hand start to jerk his cock more hurriedly, moving more towards the head you desperately wish you were licking.

"You looked so fucking good. T-that innocent way you looked up at me with my cock stuffed in your pretty mouth."

Your pussy is throbbing at this point, watching your sexy boyfriend jerk off for you while he babbles filth in that sexy twang of his.

"You like being my little slut, baby?" Joel croons. "Like knowing I'm carrying around that video? Watching you suck my cock anytime I want?"

Fuck yes you do.

"And you look so fucking eager for it," Joel breathes and you hear that familiar urgency in his voice as he nears his climax. "So desperate to swallow my cock... Tits painted.... Painted with my come."

You’re absolutely soaked, your nipples stiff peaks under your t-shirt. You want nothing more than to be on your knees in front of him, his cock in your mouth. This is pure torture.

“And then those f-fuckin’ photos,” Joel groans and it’s a debauched sound that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “That perfect fuckin’ pussy so wet for me. The way you’re.. touchin-“

Whatever he was about to say is lost in the garbled grunt of his orgasm. His hands stutter and then he comes in thick ropes spurting from between his knuckles, his moans ragged and broken from behind the screen

"All for you, baby, this come is all for you," he's rambling as he erupts. "All yours my good, good little slut."

And then the video ends. Another message has come through.

[HIM💜] Just a preview for next week. Have a great class, baby.

You stand in the stall panting and wet. You're so turned on its insane.

How the fuck are you supposed to last until graduation?

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apologies

empires superpowers au masterlist (currently out of date)

a story that takes place during chapter 10 of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, anxiety, food

“Hi, Major!”

Jimmy starts, looks behind them.

Blossom is standing on the curb across the road, opening up a mailbox to remove the contents.

Scott waves back cheerily, one hand still unlocking the front door. “Hey, Blossom! Your garden looks so cute today!”

“Scott,” Jimmy mutters, tugging anxiously on the hem of his own hoodie. “Scott. Can we please go in?”

“Aw, thanks! Hi, Major’s roommate! How are you doing?”

That’s Blossom. He can’t—he looks over at Scott, silently begging him to unlock the door and let him in so he doesn’t have to answer.

“We’re both doing wonderful,” Scott replies, in lieu of Jimmy saying anything. Blossom smiles widely, and Jimmy’s close to actually tapping Scott on the shoulder because they’ve been standing there with the keys in the lock for what feels like hours and he really doesn’t feel comfortable making small talk with Blossom, of all people.

“Scott, please,” he whispers, and Scott finally notices his distress and pushes the door open, stepping aside to let Jimmy in.

Jimmy pushes past him, uncaring of how rude it probably seems, as Scott calls another pleasantry across the road.

It wasn’t his first venture out of the house, but only his third, and he’d been on edge the entire time at the hardware store, had barely been able to give his opinion on the paint swatches he was supposed to be looking at.

They’re painting his room, as much as he insists he’s fine with the white walls. He’d decided on a pale green eventually, and now he sets the two cans of paint down on the dining room table and puts his hands beside them and just tries to breathe.

He’s fine. It’s fine. He lives in a neighborhood of superheros, of course he’s going to run into them at some point. It’s unreasonable to think that he can live in total isolation and still get better.

He’d just prefer they were strangers.

The front door closes. “Jimmy?”

Jimmy doesn’t look up, just presses his hands harder into the table. “I’m fine,” he lies, voice shaking.

Scott sounds unsure when he next speaks. “Was it—was it just someone talking to you? Or was there something else?”

There are some things that Scott will just let go. Things that he clearly doesn’t know how to handle, so he doesn’t push and accepts that it’s something Jimmy isn’t capable of and they leave it at that.

This is clearly not one of those things.

“I’ve hurt her,” he manages, swallowing past the lump in his throat. “Both recently, and . . . before. I’ve—I’ve hurt all of them, Scott, I’ve hurt Pearl and Gem and the Mad King and—”

“Do you want to sit down?” interrupts Scott, and Jimmy nods gratefully and lets Scott take him by the arm and lead him to the living room sofa.

“Jimmy,” Scott starts, glancing uncertainly at him, “they don’t . . . Blossom doesn’t know, you know? Most of them don’t know who you are.”

Most implies that some of them do, and that does little to calm Jimmy’s nerves anyway. The facts of the matter are that Jimmy’s hurt a lot of people whether he meant to or not, and some of those people just happened to be well-loved and extremely powerful superheroes, and if he tries to apologize and explain to any of them, he’s more likely to be killed or jailed than forgiven.

“Who does know?”

Scott bites his lip. “Gem, for sure. She knows just about everything, actually, and she’s a very forgiving person and is fine with it.”

Gem is one of the people he’s hurt the worst—he remembers hurting her so badly back when she first became a hero that she was out of commission for weeks.

He needs to apologize in person.

“And because Gem knows, fWhip knows, and maybe Mythics and Pearl, considering whatever weird friendship they all have.”

Great. That doesn’t make him panic any less. He knew that Mythics knew the connection between Solidarity and the Canary due to less than fortunate circumstances, and he’d had a hand in kidnapping Gem so that makes sense anyways. fWhip doesn’t particularly like him, but if he hasn’t said anything then hopefully he doesn’t have to reach out. Pearl is an unknown.

“Oh, and Joel, of course,” Scott waves off, and Jimmy frowns.

“Joel?”

Scott blinks, his face falling. “Forget I said anything?” he tries half-heartedly. Then he shrugs, grins at Jimmy. “Eh, you would’ve learned it eventually. That’s the Mad King, he helped a lot in getting you and Gem out of there.”

Okay, that’s not . . . that’s not too bad. His memory is, admittedly, blurry, but he can vaguely recall the Mad King turning up at the end of . . . that day.

At least it’s not the entire city. Jimmy knows that Scott had had to pull some pretty powerful strings to arrange for his identity to be kept a secret, which he’s forever grateful for. It’s just utterly terrifying, knowing that there are so many people who do know who he is, and those people just so happen to be those wronged by him.

He clenches his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. “I need—I need to apologize to them. If I can.”

Scott doesn’t answer at first, just surveys him with an unreadable expression. “You sure?”

Jimmy nods. It’s absolutely terrifying, but he has to do it—just like how he still has to apologize to Lizzie.

Maybe apologizing with other people, for less important transgressions, will make the eventual confrontation with his estranged sister easier.

“Well, there’s actually a neighborhood barbeque this weekend,” Scott offers, and there’s something—there’s something sly in his voice, something suspicious, but Scott’s face is open and innocent when Jimmy meets his eyes. “Masked, of course. We could go to that, and you could see those people in person.”

Already, a pit in his stomach opens, dread spilling out of it. It’s Tuesday. That only gives him a couple of days before he has to see these people. Barely any time to plan anything, barely any time to try to find the words that he’s been searching for for the past five weeks while he postpones Lizzie’s visits.

Scott’s been talking a lot lately about spontaneity.

Jimmy used to live his life based around spontaneity.

Maybe he can just . . . be spontaneous again. It’s been so long since he didn’t have a schedule (even if it wasn’t one that he planned out), so long since he just rolled with the punches.

Maybe this will be good for him.

Jimmy’s precisely thirty seconds into the barbeque and he knows it will not be good for him.

It’s being hosted in the Mad King’s backyard, just down the street, and he and Scott are early enough that they’re the second to arrive, just after Blossom.

“She’s usually on time to stuff,” Scott whispers to Jimmy as they help the Mad King—or, Joel—lug coolers out onto the patio. “Gem is too, but if she’s bringing fWhip along she’ll be late.”

Gem doesn’t arrive at six on the dot, so Jimmy assumes fWhip is coming along. Joy.

It’s not a large group that’s gathered in Joel’s backyard by the time a half hour has passed, but there are several unfamiliar faces—or, masks, rather. Scott mentions that they don’t necessarily all live here, but there are many upstart heroes in the city and inviting them to neighborhood events is a way to show that the city-sponsored ones recognize the good they do.

He mostly sticks to Scott’s side, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie, tugging at his mask every so often. It feels like everyone at the party is watching him, knows who he is. There’s no way they don’t recognize him. There’s no way they don’t see his hair combined with his frame and mask and see the Canary or Solidarity.

“Hi, Major’s roommate,” Blossom greets him cheerfully when he and Scott make their way to the drinks table. She’s getting herself some lemonade; Jimmy fills a red solo cup with water and holds onto it to try and stop his hands from shaking so much.

“Hey, Blossom,” Scott says for him, picking up a cherry tomato from the vegetable spread someone had brought and popping it into his mouth. “I’m not sure I ever thanked you for catching my shift last week. Did anyone give you any trouble?”

“Not at all! I think they knew that I was around, and I wasn’t playing games, Major,” Blossom teases. Scott scoffs.

“Yeah, right. More like they decided to go easy on you.”

“Hey, TJ, right?” someone says loudly from behind him. Jimmy jumps, spins around to be face-to-face with the Mad King, a mask crooked over his eyes and a plain apron thrown over his jeans and t-shirt.

“I—uh—”

The Mad King jerks his head toward the grill. “Don’t freak out or anything, just wanted to ask for some help.”

Jimmy glances at Scott, who gives him an encouraging nod, then follows, feeling almost as though the Mad King is leading him to the gallows.

Which is entirely overdramatic, especially since the man helped rescue him in the first place.

The Mad King hands Jimmy a pair of tongs and a plate of hot dogs, explains the segment of the grill he ought to put them on, and tells him when to rotate them, even as he seasons burgers already on the grill and flips them around. Jimmy’s not quite sure what’s happening—he’s never used a grill before, so he isn’t sure if Joel’s cooking is anything particularly talented, but he’s impressed at least.

“How’ve you been holding up?” The Mad King asks after a moment, voice low. Jimmy blinks.

“Um. I’m—well, I’m here?”

Joel snorts. “Yeah, I thought that was kind of weird, really. What’d Major have to do to convince you to come to the superhero barbecue?”

At some point while crossing the yard, Jimmy had set down his cup. He wishes that he still had it, so that both his hands could be occupied. Instead, he stuffs one in his hoodie pocket, and very carefully turns a hot dog with the other.

“I want to apologize,” he says eventually. “I—to the people who know who I am. S—Major said, like—like, Gem, and fWhip know? And maybe Pearl? But I don’t know . . . I don’t. . . .”

“Know how to, like, start a conversation like that?” Joel suggests, and Jimmy nods. Joel clicks his tongue. “Go for it blunt. ‘Hi, my name’s TJ, I beat you up a couple times. How ‘bout we let bygones be bygones, yeah?’ Like that.”

“Absolutely not,” Jimmy says instantly, horrified by the idea. “I can’t just—I need to do it right—”

“‘Hi, Gem, remember when I kidnapped you and submitted you to torture? That’s my bad. Want to play pin the tail on the donkey?’”

“Oh my gosh—”

“‘Oh, fWhip! Yeah, I’m the guy who broke your back. Good times. How’re the kids?’”

“You are something else,” Jimmy manages faintly, setting the tongs down to bury his face in his hands. “Does he really have kids? Did he really break his back?”

“Pretty sure he didn’t break his back, you know, but yeah, his back got broken. Not sure about the kids.”

“I’m never going to get through this,” Jimmy mutters, slightly hysterical. “I’m going to die here. I’m going to panic and break something and then Scott will send me away and—”

“Hey, hey, secret identities,” the Mad King chides. Jimmy presses his fingers into his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. After a moment, there’s a heavy pat-pat on his shoulder that he just barely doesn’t flinch away from.

“There, there,” Joel says awkwardly. It’s out-of-place enough that Jimmy laughs a bit, sucking in a long breath.

When he can, he lifts his face, picks the tongs back up, returns to watching the hot dogs cook. He glances around, checking to see if anyone’s watching. Everything’s going as normal, nobody seems to have noticed—even Scott, across the yard and lightyears away, is just laughing at some joke Pearl made.

“Sorry,” Jimmy says. Joel chuckles.

“How about you just start with apologizing to me?”

Well, the Mad King is on his apology list. But though he’d just been talking with him, though the conversation even seems almost friendly, Jimmy’s suddenly sweating from everywhere, heart jumping into his throat.

He has to do this.

“I’m—sorry,” he ekes out. He sets the tongs down, then doesn’t know what to do with his hands, and picks them back up. He avoids making eye contact with the Mad King. “For—for all the times I hurt you as the Canary. Or as Solidarity. I wasn’t—things weren’t going great. And also that time I hit you with a trash can.”

“Twice,” Joel points out.

Jimmy swallows. “Yeah. Twice.”

“Those are probably done, by the way,” Joel says, holding out the plate. Mechanically, Jimmy layers the hot dogs onto it.

“Honestly, TJ?” says Joel, flipping a burger and setting another one on the plate. “I’m really surprised you’re even here. It’s been, what—five weeks? Six? Since you got here?”

Jimmy nods.

“Right. Well, if I were you, I’d—I’d be bloomin’ terrified. I wouldn’t have even left my room. You just being here—even if you don’t talk to anyone else—that’s huge, in my opinion.”

Jimmy nods again, glances over to Scott, who is now alone. He starts to sidle away—he isn’t sure how to end conversations, really, he hasn’t had much practice and Scott never minds it when he just heads out to avoid the ending part, but Joel holds a hand out, offers him a small grin.

“And thanks. I accept your apology,” he says, before waving Jimmy on. “Go on, have a good time. Or don’t, more likely. At least eat something, yeah? Lizzie would kill me if she knew you weren’t eating.”

Jimmy doesn’t process that until he’s halfway across the yard, but when he does, he freezes in his tracks.

And it kind of makes sense, when he thinks about it. He’d witnessed the Mad King in battles teamed up with his sister, and they’d both gone with Scott to rescue him.

He tables that for a later date. Maybe Scott knows something about it. He doesn’t really want to strike up another conversation with the Mad King just to ask about it—as nice as he is, he is a little disconcerting.

Jimmy continues toward Scott, only to freeze again when someone taps him on the shoulder.

He spins around, and—fWhip.

fWhip offers him a toothy grin. “Hey, Major’s roommate, yeah? How long have you guys . . . you know. . . ?”

Jimmy stares back, mouth slightly agape. One of the people he definitely has to talk to, and the anxiety in his chest is bubbling up past boiling point.

fWhip’s grin fades. “Right. Um. Anyway, my sister and I—that is, Gem—we were wondering if we could chat with you for a quick minute? I promise we won’t keep you from Scott for very long.”

Which is an odd thing to say, but not exactly wrong. Jimmy thinks for a moment longer—for all he knows, they’ll lead him to a back alley somewhere and beat him up—but he’d deserve it, really, so he decides to go along.

Gem is waiting just inside the house, leaning against the kitchen counter. She smiles wryly, waves a little bit.

“Hi,” she greets him. “Are you still the Canary, or just Solidarity?”

Jimmy winces. “Er, neither,” he says stiltedly. “Just—just TJ. If that’s okay.”

“You weren’t mind-controlled, were you?” fWhip says bluntly. “The Mad King always said you weren’t. And—”

“TJ,” Gem interrupts. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. Mythics told us how badly you were hurting, and we never even noticed anything was wrong. It’s made me rethink my approach to being a hero. I want to help people, but I think I made things worse for you, and I’m sorry.”

Jimmy blinks. Tries to process that.

She’s apologizing to him? But—he doesn’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve it when he’s the one who hurt her over and over before he was even Xornoth’s, then kidnapped her and subjected her to torture.

His head feels a bit like it’s spinning.

“I mean, I’m not gonna apologize,” fWhip says, shrugging. “But no hard feelings, yeah? I think we’ve both been in some pretty bad situations recently. So yeah.”

Jimmy swallows a few times. At least fWhip hadn’t apologized, he’s not sure what he would’ve done if he had.

“I’m sorry, too,” he forces out. “I shouldn’t have—I hurt you, both of you, a lot. You didn’t do anything.”

“It’s fine,” Gem says at the same time that fWhip says, “Thanks for apologizing.” They exchange a look, then both turn back to Jimmy.

“I know Major pretty well,” Gem says. “I trust him to be a good judge of character. I look forward to getting to know you, TJ.” She smiles warmly, then slides past him and out the backdoor.

“I don’t really trust you,” fWhip says. “Or Major, really. But I trust Gem. So, just . . . glad you’re reforming and all that. See ya.”

And then Jimmy’s alone in the kitchen, and that hadn’t exactly gone as anticipated. It hadn’t gone at all like anticipated, actually.

He’s going to need a couple of days to come to terms with that.

Jimmy heads back out, making a beeline for Scott. This time, nobody pulls him aside, and he can get all the way to him with no issue. Scott raises an eyebrow, but Jimmy shakes his head, so Scott just points him to the grill.

“Go get something to eat, yeah? We can leave after that if you aren’t comfortable.”

Joel shoots him a grin when he takes a hot dog, and Gem passes him the mayo at the condiments table, and Blossom corners him by the chips to ask him if he and Scott have seen the latest episodes of some unknowable TV show (and when he says they haven’t, she gushes about it for a good ten minutes while he tries to eat, frequently giving him strange looks whenever she brings up the main character’s romance).

It’s a lot. It’s inevitable that something goes wrong—and it does, but nothing big, just Jimmy trips over a small crack in the patio that quickly becomes a very large crack as the corner of the paving splits off.

He looks over at Joel, who shrugs, then back to Scott, who calls out an apology to Joel. And that’s it. Joel turns back to his conversation with Pearl and that’s it.

For the first time that evening, the knot in Jimmy’s chest loosens a little bit.

And if he can handle this, then talking to Lizzie will be a piece of cake.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #empires superpowers au #esh au #040924 #mas writes #hskjdhj this one was lowkey so ufn #*fun #jimmy hanging out with the heroes is just a lil fluffy!#still away of course #so not much to say here!#hope yall enjoyed this one #love you guys

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rockethorse · 1 year

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Day eight: A random object recolour/mesh edit dump!

First up is a mesh edit of this wheelchair ramp by beosboxboy. I really liked the concept of this, but originally it had a huge “wheelchair access” sign standing off to the side, which made it difficult to place and, ironically, less accessible. So I got rid of it in Milkshape.

Then, as it had always bugged me that it didn’t align properly with foundations even though it so easily could... I learned how to tweak that, too.

If you have the original by beosboxboy you’ll have to delete it to use this one. You can find it in Deco > Sculptures for §2,500.

Next up - I always loved this tarpaulin/canvas “rug” converted from TS3 by Misty-fluff, especially for placing under yard sale items. Unfortunately, it was a bit too high off the ground, and it clipped really noticeably with any objects on top of it. So again, I lowered it a tiny bit, and figured I’d share.

The recolours are NOT included - you can get them over at misty-fluff’s original download post. Let my file override hers.

Now onto the Maxis object recolours!

Here are some first-aid kit recolours for the non-reflective medicine cabinet that came with Apartment Life (original in the bottom right for comparison) and one “hazardous materials” recolour I thought would work well for medical labs or hospitals.

You’ve got the typical red cross, and then - if you would like your game to comply with the Geneva convention - a green cross, then a white cross on a blue background taken from the hospital in The Sims 3. Finally you have a few made using the TS2 icon for the Medicine career, the white-on-red version of which turned out to be my favourite overall, surprisingly.

These are extremely simple recolours of the H&M wall banner (original on the left) to use as a green (or blue) screen for your aspiring influencer/gamer/streamer Sims.

And finally - some practical, everyday recolours of the “Mystic Dust” craftable reagent from Apartment Life (last swatch), because normal people own mortars and pestles too. You get black stone, a coppery sort of thing, grey and brown granite, cherry wood, marble, green stone, white porcelain, and then five cute retro colours.

They’re all grinding the same thing - probably sesame seeds.

You don’t need any mesh, but remember that you’ll need a buyable reagents mod to get it from the catalogue if you don’t want to have a witch craft one.

Download all mesh edits & recolours @ SFS

#the sims 2 #sims 2 custom content #S2CC #sorry about the mortar previews - I had to edit it a little bc I took the pics outside and forgot how bad my lighting was #Maxis Madvent

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oceanlix · 1 year

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Perfect Pattern

Pairing: Mark Lee x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1502

Warnings: Teasing, improper use of fabric samples, breast play, nipple play, masturbation (male), oral (male receiving), handjob, praise, creampie, unprotected sex

Mark likes his office spotless. It’s where he has to meet clients and he doesn’t like it when things are out of place there, to the point that even a stray paper can upset him. That’s part of why he has you around, to make sure there’s never a speck of dust or a knickknack in the wrong spot.

It’s cute, really, the contrast between his studio and his office. Fabric scraps are everywhere here; on the floor, pinned to corkboards, draped over furniture. Nobody is allowed in Mark’s studio aside from the two of you, so this is where he lets things be as messy as he wants. That includes you, laid out naked on satin atop a work table.

“Pretty,” he comments, fingers stroking up your thigh. You’re trembling with need. Mark’s had you laid out here for a while, teasing you in between working on his spring collection. His glasses are perched on his nose as he hums thoughtfully, grabbing a piece of yellow tulle and laying it over your hip.

You know better than to ask him for more than what he’s currently giving you; you’re here to be his inspiration right now, not to get off. Mark decides when you get to cum, and that’ll be after he settles on a color for this next dress. Who knows how long that will take.

“What do you think about green?” he asks you, laying a new swatch down over your right breast. His fingers press it around your nipple, making you gasp. You can’t tell whether you’re trying to get away from his touch or move closer, but the look on his face tells you anyway. “Stop moving,” he orders.

You lay still again, breath hitching as he grabs a blue swatch and puts it over your wet pussy. He’s not going to be able to use that one again, you think to yourself, desperately trying to keep from moaning. Mark squints and leans down until he’s at eye level with your dripping folds. You feel your cheeks burn as he studies you; you’ll never get used to his critical gaze, even if you know he’s looking at the fabric that way and not your body.

“I think I like the green better,” he says after another minute of silence. Mark removes the swatches from your body, then smirks down at you. The designer has officially left the building, leaving just the man you love behind, and you feel your own face stretch into a smile. “Now spread your legs for me, baby.”

You hook your hands behind your knees and obey, practically salivating as Mark pulls you down to the edge of the table. Your legs wrap around his hips instinctively, your pussy rubbing against his jeans. Both of you groan, Mark’s eyes closing briefly as he lets you rut against him like a dog in heat for a moment.

“Enough,” he scolds you, slapping your hip. You stop moving, but you can’t avoid the whine you let out. “Shh.”

Mark leans down and kisses you, wet and filthy. His tongue licks into your mouth as he slides his hands up to your breasts, massaging them gently. You’re leaking against the fabric of his expensive jeans, but he doesn’t care. Mark likes you the most when you’re messy, begging and desperate.

“Sit up,” he says suddenly, pulling away from your mouth. Mark walks over to his chair and sits down, legs spread invitingly. You stay on the work table, watching as he takes his dick out and spits onto the tip. He spreads his saliva down the shaft, eyes locked on yours the entire time. You want to touch yourself so badly, but you know better. Mark just wants you to watch for now.

His eyes fall closed as he strokes his cock, precum oozing from the head. You lick your lips, wishing he would just shove you to the floor and use your mouth. Those are some of your favorite afternoons in his studio, when he just buries his cock in your throat until you’re choking and crying for him.

“Come here,” he calls for you, fingers rubbing over his nipple through his shirt. You hop off the work table and walk over, dropping to your knees between his legs. Mark slides a hand into your hair, his eyes opening slowly as he smiles down at you. “Wanna suck me off?”

You don’t point out how stupid it is of him to ask you, instead you just open your mouth and allow him to guide the tip inside. You moan right away, the vibrations making his cock twitch slightly. You would argue that Mark’s dick belongs in your mouth.

You wrap your hand around the part that can’t fit, looking up to see Mark staring back at you with desire. It feels good to be wanted by him, to be his muse. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, but you certainly enjoy it nonetheless.

“You can do better than that,” he says, a little condescendingly. His fingers come down to stroke your jaw, which you open a little wider as he pushes his cock further down your throat. The stretch makes your eyes water, but you’re not a quitter either. Anything for Mark Lee, you tell yourself.

“That’s it,” he coos, smiling at you. He shouldn’t look so cute with his dick down your throat and his glasses askew, but somehow he does. You reach up and cup his balls in your hand, feeling satisfied when his eyes close again and he lets out a low groan.

You can feel your juices leaking down your thighs onto the wooden floor, but you don’t dare touch yourself yet. Mark will let you know when you can. Instead, you squeeze and play with his balls some more, swirling your tongue around his tip, swallowing around his cock.

He’s twitching in your mouth almost nonstop now, his grip on your hair tightening painfully. You moan around his dick, drawing him closer to his orgasm. “Gonna cum,” Mark warns you suddenly, right before his hot seed splashes down your throat. You pull off him quickly, milking his cock over your open mouth. It gets all over your lips and chin, even dripping down onto your breasts. You keep working his dick until he swats your hand away, chest heaving as he collapses back into the chair.

When Mark finally looks back down at you, he has a satisfied smile. He gestures for you to come up, cupping your chin in his hand as he kisses you deeply. His tongue massaging yours, he pulls you down into his lap.

“You did great, baby,” he compliments, his hand gliding down your spine and over your ass. You try not to jerk against him, but you’re so sensitive and you just want to feel him. You let him touch and squeeze your ass, your pussy leaking on his denim covered thigh with every slight movement. You lay your head down in the space where his neck and shoulder meet, leaving shaky kisses against the skin there.

After what seems like hours of light touching, Mark adjusts you over his cock and grabs his shaft, rubbing the tip up and down your messy folds. “You want me to fuck you now?” he asks teasingly, like you aren’t on the verge of tears from his ministrations. You can only nod, still mouthing at his neck. “Words, baby.”

You let out a whine before you know what’s happening, your mind practically in a blender. Mark’s hand comes down on your ass hard and fast, startling you right into sinking down onto his cock. You let out a cry at the feeling, your thighs trembling.

“Mm, you’re so warm,” he comments, turning his head to kiss you. You press into him desperately as he lifts you up off his cock and drops you back down, swallowing your moans with his mouth. You’re so full of him, your mind blank as you focus on the feeling of his cockhead rubbing up against your spot.

“Mark,” you moan when he pulls away, lips attaching to your neck. He reaches between you and tugs at your nipples, rolling them into stiff peaks as he keeps thrusting up into you. You feel your orgasm coming quickly, all the teasing and buildup paying off now.

“Cum on my cock,” he says sweetly, looking far too innocent for any of the things you’ve just done. You clench hard around him as your climax happens, your nails digging into his shoulders. Mark hisses and mouths at your shoulder, still fucking you until he cums again. He fills you up, oozing out with every slowing thrust that he gives you.

You collapse against his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses the top of your head. “Thank god you’re my muse,” he rasps, tipping your head up towards him. “I don’t know how I’d finish my collections without you around.”

#nct 127 smut #mark lee smut #nct smut #mark lee x reader #mark lee fic #yeah i wrote a designer fic sue me lmao #my fics #100

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sihakadan · 1 year

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what if you wrote reader making arcane characters a flustered mess 👀

Hehehe otay

Slightly NSFW for some adult themes or situations

I am going off of the dictionary definition because I forgot what it meant lol If you meant something different, my apologies anon. I think I made some of them more annoyed than anything. I'm so sorry...

Fluster: make (someone) agitated or confused:

"there's nothing you can do or say to fluster Bernie" · "the false start flustered me a bit"

•🐀Silco

-When you call him on his bullshit or when you're right in an argument.

-Also gets annoyed when you do a power play on him. It is supposed to be his thing and there you are, being so...sexy

"You're not being discreet, Silco. You messed up and you know it." You said as you flipped to the next page of your book. "Just admit that you were wrong, and I was right." You looked up and saw him swirl his drink, giving you an annoyed look.

"If you were right, I would-"

You shut your book and leaned forward. "Darling. The whole bathroom is bright pink. I told you not to buy her that dye-"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, lighting his cigar. "She was making you a gift."

"And I love it, but the bathroom renovations? Not so much." You got up, going to him and sitting on his knee, running a hand over his chest, seeing a slight pink on his face. "Now say it." You purred in his ear.

He huffed and leaned back, hand resting on your thigh. "You were right."

Humming and pulling on his tie, you leaned closer to his ear. "Good boy."

•💣Jinx

-When you fix things that she can't

-Wearing her clothes and looking super cute in them. Why doesn't she look that cute in them?

"Pudding, you're pouting." You said in a sing song voice from your perch on her desk.

"And you're being annoying, sitting there like some hot piece of cake." She snapped back, fidgeting with another one of her gadgets.

"A second ago I was an attractive asshole. Am I being promoted?" You slid off the desk and swayed your hips as you walked over to her, bending over when you got in front of her.

"Promoted to thief!" She huffed, her face bright red. "They're my favorite underwear and your ass is way juicier than mine so now, they won't fit."

So, your ass was bigger than hers and therefore you had ruined her favorite underwear? Oh, this was good. "Then take them off."

Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at you. "What?"

You leaned in a bit more and licked your lips. "Take. Them. Off-"

Jinx had you on the ground before you finished that sentence.

•⌛Ekko

-Cleaning his workspace. How. Could. You?

-Doesn't take criticism well, even if it is constructive.

You tapped your boot on Ekko's and he turned his face away, still pouting with his brows pulled together in that mean frown of his.

"I didn't say it was ugly, Ekko." You sighed, tapping his boot again.

"'Babe, I don't think that the green was the best choice for our room.'" He said in a mocking tone. "I spent all day painting!"

You groaned as he threw your words back at you. You clapped your hands together. "'Was the best choice'. Not the worst." You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, planting a kiss on his cheek. "And it looks nice, but next time, lets pick the color together, yeah?"

"Hmph." He was still pouting, upset that you weren't thrilled about Firelight Green being the theme of the entire space you inhabited with him.

"Wanna see if the walls match my underwear?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him. "Do a couple of 'swatches'?"

He picked you up so fast and put you over his shoulder as he marched up the steps to the room, still muttering about how he was going to prove you right.

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-Compliments, telling him he is handsome in front of his friends

-Really gets to him when you put yourself down. Will not have it, you are an angel on earth

You noticed the glare almost immediately when you were talking to a new Firelight and the guy had put a hand on your arm. Then the arms crossed, and you could tell he was biting his cheek to stop from himself from saying something stupid.

The man was mad. Excusing yourself, you made your way over to Scar, watching as his lip twitched. "You okay?" You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

He growled and looked back up at the new Firelight, then back down at you, lip twitching again. "Oh, no! He was just being nice."

That didn't make him feel better. "Scar..." You pouted a bit. "He doesn't even have cute ears. How can you be jealous of him?"

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes and his arms dropped, hands on your shoulders. Smiling, you reached up on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips. "Well, tonight we can be loud enough, so he knows who belongs to who? Hm?"

You always knew how to cheer him up.

•💪Vander

-Putting yourself in dumb situations without thinking

-Backtalking

The door slammed behind you as you stomped into the room you shared with Vander; jaw clenched, and hands balled into fists. He was hot on your heels, and he had the biggest scowl you have ever seen him make.

"Don't get mad at me." He crossed his arms "You had no business getting between two brawlers to break up a fight."

"We can't afford a new pool table!" You threw your hands up. "And they already broke a regular table. Thankfully we have an extra to replace it."

"I had it, love." His scowl was beginning to fade, but he was still upset. "You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't." You held up your finger. "In fact, I got a couple good jabs in myself."

"That's not the point, dove." He took a deep breath and took a moment to get his thoughts together. "One of these days I'm not going to be there to get you out and then what?" He put a hand on your arm. "Please stop giving Vi ideas."

You giggled, not that angry anymore. Yeah, it was a bone head move. "Yeah, she gets all of the bad ideas from me." You said sarcastically. "Never you."

"Never." He kissed your forehead.

•🔥Finn

-Telling him no. Pouty, pouty baby boy

-Undermining him

"No, Finn." You snapped, pushing the contract back at him. "It's a bad deal and you know it."

"Do I?" His eyes turned into knives as he glared at you. "I don't think I asked for your opinion."

"Hm." You crossed your bare legs, watching his eyes gloss over a bit while he watched you do it. "I think you did when you showed it to me."

He stared you down while flicking his lighter, cursing himself for doing this while you were in your silky night clothes. He could see your nipples and your legs were exposed. "Maybe I showed it to you so you would know who really makes the decisions around here."

You clicked your tongue. "Oh, I see. Still seems to me like it isn't you."

Click. Click. Click. "Do you really want to go there?"

A devious smirk spread on your face, and you licked your lips. "I didn't have too. You did it on your own, pretty boy."

Click. "Get your ass over here and we will see who is in charge of who."

•⚒️Jayce

-Is actually a tidy person. So messing with his tools will drive him nuts and disorient him.

-Lying about touching his tools and don't blame Viktor. He knows.

"-did too." He muttered as he set the wrench back in its place. If Viktor was bad, you were worse about keeping things in place.

"Janna, Jayce, I did not!" You spun in your chair, pulling your goggles down. "I put it back in the drawer!"

"It hangs up." He straightened up and pointed at you; he just caught you in your lie. "Try again, sweetheart."

You sputtered and groaned, rubbing your face. "Ok, but I tried to put it back!"

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "In the wrong place."

"I tried! I can't remember where it all goes. This is crazy." You turned around, turning your back on him. "-becomes a counselor and a terror all in one week." You mumbled under your breath and picked up the gear you had been trying to carefully put in place.

"Say you're sorry, baby." You saw two large hands on either side of you and could feel his breath on your neck.

"Sorry you're a clean freak." You sniffed, pretending to concentrate harder.

You could practically feel him tense up and make a face of frustration, making you hold back a laugh. No, you would not do it this time.

"Okay, then." Without warning he had you up on the desk and pinned, smirking at you.

It made you laugh, how he thought this was going to make you say you were sorry. "Now I am definitely not sorry." You pulled on his shirt.

•📖Viktor

-Folding the corners of books to book mark them. Only animals would do that nonsense.

-Unnecessary noises drive him insane. Please, do not-

The tapping was getting louder and louder and now he was barely unable to think, just tap tap tap.

"Darling, would you be so kind as to stop?" He turned in his chair and asked you politely. You probably didn't even know you were doing it.

You looked up from your book and blinked before you looked at your hand, realizing you were tapping your nails on the table. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." You put your hand under your thigh.

He gave you a sweet smile, thanking you before turning around and going back to his work.

Swishswishswishswish- he turned back around and saw you looking at him while running your hand over a textured surface. "Darling-"

"Yes?" You smirked, seeing his eye twitch.

"Must you?" He raised his brows, his jaw flexing as he clenched it.

Swishswishswishswish- you went faster, keeping eye contact. "I fear I must."

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, licking his teeth. "My dearest, most beloved darling- fucking quit."

You burst out laughing, your stomach muscles getting sore with how hard they clenched with laughter. Did he just say fucking? You had never seen him so annoyed with you.

"Oh, this is funny?" He was trying to look intimidating, but you could see the smirk. You heard his chair rolling towards you and then you were trapped between him and your desk. "You think this is funny?"

"-I made-" You wheezed. "You said fucking." Your ribs hurt so bad.

His hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer before sliding up to more intimate parts. "I'll show you funny."

•🖌️Mel

-Tickling. Why would you do this to her?

Finding out that Mel was ticklish had been a delight to you and anguish for her. You found out by running your fingers down her side as you laid in bed with her. Your eyes lit up and a big smile spread across your face as she wiggled away from you.

"Mel, are you-"

"If you do it, I swear, I will-" You pounced and tried to pin her, but this was Ambessa Medarda's daughter and she was not going down without a fight.

"Darling, you better stop!" She was a lady! A councilor!

You were able to pin her momentarily and get her real good and for the first time you heard a real good laugh out of her. Not a chuckle or a soft, reserved laugh, but a good loud laugh right from her belly.

Stopping, you wrapped yourself around her, smiling like mad as you pressed your face between her shoulder blades. "I like your laugh."

"That was so unbecoming." She looked at you with disbelief.

Giggling, you kissed her shoulder. "I know and I loved it."

•🚬Sevika

-Hiding her cigars. She knows you hate it but babe, stop

-Using her weaknesses against her

"I swear, I put them on the table-" Sevika felt over her pockets and growled when she didn't find what she had been looking for. "Babe!" She turned around and looked at the living room. No, she didn't leave them there.

"Yes?" You called from the bedroom.

"Have you seen my smokes? I left them on the table- damn it, babe." She groaned as you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, smokes in hand, completely naked.

"Oh, these? Yeah, I have them." You held them up and waved them around a little.

She sighed and held out her hand. "Please give them back." Try the honey first.

"Hmmm." You pretended to think. "No, I don't think I will."

She rubbed her chin in aggravation and groaned again. "I do love you, I really do, but you are being such a shit right now."

Giggling before faking a pout, you looked at the cigars in your hand. "You're not even gonna fight for them?"

What did you want? A full-on brawl? "What do you want? I'm gonna be late."

Smug and feeling very empowered, you held out the cigars. "You can have these-" You pulled them back when she went to grab them. "Or..." Your voice got sultry. "You can have me."

Oh, she loved you so damn much. "Hm, I have to think about that." She teased you back and you gasped, feigning offense.

"Ok, fine." You tossed them on the bed behind you. "Gotta get through me to get them."

Sevika was already taking off her cloak. "Oh, I'm coming."

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itsonlythee-sims · 1 year

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Eli's Simblreen 2022 Masterpost

Thank you everyone who sent Delta and I asks the past 2 weekends! We really enjoyed the cheesy jokes and nice messages!

I had a lot of fun my first time participating in Simblreen. I hope you enjoyed your treats! For everyone who missed out, I've scrounged up some leftovers to hand out. I'll leave them out on the porch for you to grab at your leisure ;)

Download my Simblreen treats after the cut!

Week 1

On day 1, I shared this silly Bony Hands Skirt set. I was inspired after @thatsimslady sent me the pic on the left and knew it would be a great addition to the game.

base game recolor

deep purple with fluorescent green hands print

both frames

2 swatches each

color tagged & thumbnails

Download at SFS

On day 2. I shared the Chalk-or-Treat blackboards, a simple recolor of a base game wall deco with fresh wood and chalk art.

base game recolor

6 swatches

color tagged & thumbnail

Download at SFS

Day 3 was a small CAS set for kids. First, the Hallow-onesies set, a 5 piece recolor of a kids' Get Together pajama, great for watching scary movies in.

requires Get Together

kids' full body category, both frames

5 seasonally appropriate swatches

There was also this kids' facepaint set which I had a lot of fun making. I hope your sim kids enjoy them too :)

facepaint category

requires Spa Day (I think? it was cloned from the Spa Day face masks)

9 hand painted swatches

tested across different skintones

Download both sets at SFS

Week 2

Had a bit of trouble getting the first gift of week 2 working correctly without its original pack but I did manage to do it. (thanks Esther!)

Day 4's Have A Sweet ottomans seemed like a good candidate for some Halloween recolors. Originally an SE mesh, I've made them base game compatible.

BGC

7 cute swatches + 1 creepy eyeball swatch

color tagged & custom thumbnails

Download at SFS

And finally, here's the treat I was most excited to share, my Spooky Mingos as they appear to be called at retail? I saw these guys IRL one time and they're so silly. Skeleton flamingo is one of my favorite Inexplicably Skeletal Animals for Halloween time. I upscaled & cleaned up the original flamingo texture, and then painstakingly hand painted the skeleton swatch. I'm really happy with how they turned out.

BGC retexture

5 spooky swatches

kitschy goodness

color tagged & custom thumbnail

Download at SFS | MtS

Hope everyone has a great Halloween! I'm gonna follow Delta's lead and take it easy (and try out all the cool things you all shared!)

#mycc #itsonlythee-sims #buildbuy #the sims 4 #simblreen #simblreen 2022 #delta the skeleton #sims halloween #simblreen cc dump #halloween cc #long post #ts4 #maxis match cc

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baticeer-sims · 1 year

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Guess what, I learned how to make default replacements! Don't ask me what the relationship is in my head between this outfit and bowling lol, but I think it's cute and I didn't quite vibe with any of the existing replacements for this NL outfit, so there you go.

afbodybowler replaced with Casteru's Check Long Skirt (x) converted by @platinumaspiration

DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF

Like the original it's AF/YF only, everyday. Has all morphs. The 3 colors I used are the ones shown above plus a green & red swatch (it's one of the ones in the preview of the custom version).

it's my first time making a default so please let me know if there are any issues with it! pretty sure it's all good tho 😊

#s2cc #ts2cc #sims 2 default replacement #sims 2 default clothes #weirdly staged preview brought to you by the screenshot background rug not showing up in my game for some reason

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maayoi · 2 months

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Hi @vampryoteuthis happy (feb 20) valentine's day!! I was your secret valentine for @valensemblestars. I hope you enjoy this kurokei!

Rating: General Pairing: Kuro/Keito Words: 904 2/3 of Akatsuki goes to review a maid cafe.

“– and I still cannot believe we were asked to do this. Our radio appearances are always so serious, if this was the topic the producers had in mind, why didn’t they ask for Ra*bits? It seems to me like they would be much more suitable reviewers – really, a maid café of all places –”

“Hasumi, quit workin’ yourself into a frenzy. We’ve reviewed restaurants before, just treat it like that.”

“Kiryu, we’re not just reviewing the food, we’re reviewing their Year of the Dragon promotion as a whole. That means analyzing the theming, including any merchandise and… special dialogue lines…”

“Relax, if you’re too nervous to talk to the maids, I can do it.” Kuro chuckled.

“You know that’s not the issue.”

The sight of a chalkboard sign with a cardstock dragon wrapped around it signaled that they had found the café. Bright red lanterns hung across the awning, and the sign listing the hours was bookended by drawings of maids performing dragon dances. How cute.

Still, Keito never imagined he’d be paid to go to a maid café with his boyfriend. He hesitated to open the door, but steeled himself and pushed.

The doorbell chimed as the two walked through the doorway. The interior was decked out in red and gold streamers, lanterns, and other decorations, but the original pink was almost made it feel more Valentines-themed.

That is, except for the dragons.

Several of the side booths were ‘guarded’ by large dragon cutouts, providing more privacy to the patrons that sat behind them. A maid exited one of the booths, swinging open the dragons’ front claws like saloon doors.

“Welcome to Café Tsukikoro, where we send you to the moon and back! Do you have a reservation?” She was hamming it up a little too much for having just opened, but nonetheless, she seemed so excited that you couldn’t help but find it cute. Keito was reminded of Mitsuru’s boundless energy.

“Err… Yamada, 9am.” Kiryu was quick on the draw. They were booked under one of the producers’ names so as not to telegraph their arrival.

“Right this way sirs! Oh, and I see you’ve requested a dragon booth.” She picked up a few menus from the stack and motioned for them to follow her.

Sliding into the booth, Keito noticed that the seat was only about one and a half people wide. Clearly intended for couples. He could pretend this was just a date he didn’t plan, he supposed.

“Can I get you some drinks to start?” the hostess asked.

Keito glanced at the drink options. “Sure, I’ll have a hot green tea.”

“Uh, the same, thanks.”

“We’ll have those right out for you! In the meantime, feel free to enjoy an activity page,” she motioned toward the coloring pages by the sugar packets and left the booth.

“You should draw something, danna. Gotta review the crayons anyway,” Kuro suggested as he picked up one of the pages. It had a line drawing of a dragon holding the moon like a ball.

Keito sighed. “There’s really not much to review here. I think the owners just purchased bulk dragon décor and called it a day.” He decided to humor Kuro by swatching the red crayon on the dragon. It applied a bit more smoothly than he expected, and he considered coloring more, but put the crayon back down.

“Yer selling the place short, Hasumi. I don’t think you can just buy these dragon doors – these gotta be custom made.” Kuro gave the door a slight push to watch it swing back and forth.

“I suppose I was a little harsh, yes. I just – you don’t feel patronized at all?” Keito fiddled with the crayon still in his hands.

“Not really, no. Everything’s colorful and a little bright, but that’s not a bad thing. Reminds me of what my sister liked a few years ago, actually. She probably would’ve liked this place.” Kuro smiled slightly.

“I don’t know, Kiryu. We’re two grown men about to order dragon parfaits – because we’re being paid to do that, maybe, but still – and fill out coloring pages, and ask for the ‘lunar blessing’ on the parfaits, and – look, I know I’m a little bit hypocritical here because I basically breathe manga, but I feel like a child –”

“Danna.” Kuro took each of Keito’s hands in his two larger, warmer ones. “If you’re a child, you’re the only child I know that meets with high-up business executives. I like seeing you relax and have fun. So promise me ya won’t worry so much today.”

Keito ran his fingers over Kuro’s palms. His partner always knew how to make him feel better. “Sure, Kiryu. Just for now.”

They held hands for a few moments longer until a maid returned to their table. Unlike the hostess, she was wearing a headband with dragon horns, and her dress had a red dragon-scale pattern.

“Here are your drinks, masters~ Will you be ordering any food today?”

“Yes, two limited-time dragon parfaits please,” Keito replied, handing the menus back.

“Coming right out!” She disappeared into the kitchen, her skirt flouncing as she walked.

Kuro seemed to be staring after her, and Keito was about to say something until the redhead spoke up first.

“Y’know, Danna… you’d look really cute in one of those dresses.”

“Kiryu! I’d never – well –” he paused. “Maybe if you made it. And only for you.”

#i would have made it longer if i did not have several irl interviews in the past month #still can't believe i got you for the event!#i love your kurokei headcanons so much. they are so t4t #they can be t4t in this fic too it just. doesnt come up bc of the plot #enstars #kurokei #adrian writes #valensemblestars2024

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