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｡˚۰˚☽ K I N K T O B E R D A Y 9 ☽˚۰˚｡

Generous - Ryomen Sukuna

cw: degradation, blowjob, sorcerer y/n, curse sukuna, asphyxiation, dubcon, unprotected sex

You find the curse Sukuna, but your plans to exorcise him are interrupted by his own desires.

minors+ageless dni. 2.3k words

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yes i was listening to not the american average when i was drafting this

Sukuna was unlike any curse you'd come across. His presence was unbelievably strong; just looking at him was beyond an ordinary person's understanding. There wasn't words to describe the aura you'd been subjected to, power, and with that, had been attraction. You'd known, and held onto the fact, he was evil. He was a killer, plain and simple. And, there was no way he would ever change sides. He'd be an awful being for the entirety of his life. That's who Sukuna was, and the energy he'd radiated had reflected that.

He'd managed to escape the cell he'd been held in - the corporation hadn't been able to prepare for the abilities he'd encompassed. You were certain the only reason you were in his presence right now was because he'd wanted you to be. Even a powerful sorcerer such as Gojo would surely struggle in a fight with him - let alone a university student midway through their education.

A task had been given to you by your mentor - one you'd known was a death wish. But, you'd been determined to prove your classmates wrong - you were worthy of your titles, despite being born into a non-sorcerer family.

Now, before you he'd stood, in all his glory. Pink hair sat delicately on his head, tattoos etched into his skin. He'd taken his form as a human, a previous student named Yuji, but you'd heard stories of what he'd really looked like. Swallowing back the anxiety building in your throat, you took your stance, closed fisted and ready to give your all, or die trying.

Sukuna smiled, his eyes meeting yours. He'd been sat on a stall in a bar, tracing the glass in front of him gracefully with his fingertips. "You're going to do this here?" He spoke, staring at you. Looking around, the bar was dimly lit, mostly empty, a miserable worker serving drinks to the lacking customers. You didn't speak, only waiting for him to stand. He did, eventually, though his relaxed manner was a little insulting. Sukuna simply strolled over to you, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder. "Come with me." He whispered into your ear, walking past you and out of the bar. You followed quickly, racing outside to see where the male had turned. The streets were empty, and Sukuna's pink hair had been clearly visible against the concrete and dull colours decorating the city. You followed as he walked into another establishment - this one looked to be abandoned.

Stepping inside you realised your assumptions had been correct, an old stained carpet sitting under your shoes, dulled wallpaper peeling from the brick. There had been a few wooden tables with chairs stacked at the back, and a slot machine on the wall, but this had been the only furnishings inside. You'd been a little confused, why would he bring you here - away from people? As if Sukuna would have cared about injuring others - isn't that his whole shtick?

You ignored the questions you'd had, putting your dominant leg back, pushing forward and warping in front of him to deliver your first blow. Your foot grazed his torso, but he had grabbed your ankle and pulled you, and in one fast movement, he had you backed up against the wall, his hand still gripping at your lower calf behind his back.

He'd really dominated you the second you'd tried to fight him? Your nerves had gotten the better of you - this wasn't how things usually went, you were strong. Your mouth was agape as you'd racked your brain on how he'd managed to move fast and without your detection, unable to fathom what you'd just encountered.

"I'm feeling generous," Sukuna spoke for the first time since you'd left the bar, pulling you from the calculations spinning around in your head. "If you can make this worth my time, I'll spare your life." You scrunched your face in confusion as he brought his free hand to your face, trailing a nail down your cheek. "W-what do you mean?" You questioned, looking at him with confusion written over you. His eyes met yours once more. "When I first saw you," He drew closer to you, pinching your cheek. "I knew you'd fuck like a whore." Sukuna pressed his abdomen into you, looking down at your furrowed expression, a grin across his face.

You hadn't had the time to reply before he'd pulled at your blouse, a strong tug and the buttons had simply came off, your bra holding the last piece of dignity you'd had. You'd enjoyed his attention, and despite the moral obligation to reject his advances, you'd instead closed your eyes and allowed his hands to grip at your skin, cupping your covered breasts through the lingerie you'd picked out this morning - not that you'd planned to be seen by anyone but yourself. "Letting a curse touch you like this?" He whispered, lips closing the distance between himself and your neck as he sucked at it, bruising the skin. "You must be a fucking slut." His hand let go of the leg he'd been gripping, moving to slap your cheek. You inhaled from shock - your eyes had been closed and you hadn't sensed any movement from him. "You liked that, huh?" He laughed, holding your face between his finger and thumb. Your mouth was parted slightly, and he'd taken that as an invitation to push his index finger in, sliding it along your tongue to hit the back of your throat. You gagged as he pushed it, moving your head back against the wall. Your eyes watered as he removed it, moving to grab your hair as he stepped back, pulling you to your knees. The impact had hurt a little, but you didn't mind much, instead wondering what he was about to pull out from his pants.

He took no time in unbuckling the belt he'd worn, moving his pants down to release his erection, pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped around him, kneeling with your hands holding yourself upright on your thighs, an attempt to steady yourself as he gave no mercy, maneuvering your head back and forth over himself. Now, both his hands were positioned at either side of your face, using your mouth as a toy. "Look at me, slut." Sukuna spoke, your eyes trailing from the base of his cock to his stare. He looked at you through his own pleasure, groaning at the gaze you'd given him. The force he was giving had caused your eyes to water, your thick getting thicker with each gag, dripping down your chin.

"You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble," he grunted, tilting his head back and losing his composure for a moment before looking back down, his expression relaxed. "Maybe I should face fuck all of you." He slowed his pace, hands tightly holding you in place as he began to move his hips. "None of them will be so desperate for my cock,though. So quick to fall to your knees for me, slut." His voice was low, and through the haze you'd barely made out the words falling from his mouth, too focused on how he'd felt in your mouth, and looked towering over you, watching through half lidded eyes as he grew closer. He wouldn't admit how perfectly your mouth had sucked on his dick, or how good your face had looked stuffed full of him, eyes rolling back with each thrust, tears coating your cheeks when he'd go a little too far.

Sukuna let a loud moan leave his lips, allowing his cum to fill your throat. You'd almost choked at the amount he'd fucked into your mouth, not allowing much room to breathe between the sloppy thrusts. He pulled back eventually, leaving you to fall forward as he'd no longer been supporting you. You sat up, wiping the drool from your face and swallowing back the remnants of his seed, looking at the floor you'd been knelt on. You couldn't face him after what you'd just allowed him to do. Allowing the curse Sukuna to face fuck you? You'd be unable to look your sensei in the eye again- this had to be the worst thing a sorcerer had done.

"You should be grateful I didn't kill you for attempting to touch me. With a pathetic kick like that, you'd have done nothing anyway, brat." He turned around, crouching to meet you at eye level. His thumb traced a circle around your face as you'd finally regained the confidence to look at him. You had been at a loss for words, unable to process the events that had taken place. "Such a confused little fool." He whispered once more, though from your lack of communication with him it had almost been as if he was talking to himself the entire time. "Go home and tell your sensei that you allowed me to enter you, and use you like a whore. Tell them how you swallowed back my seed, and obeyed my commands." Sukuna laughed, though his soft movements on your face had contradicted the mean exterior he'd been giving off, offering you some comfort.

You struggled to stand, feeling a little dizzy from the roughness you'd endured shortly before, but adamant to show your strength. Sukuna raised a brow at your movements, so quick to leave him? Maybe he'd actually gotten through to you with the words he'd chosen, perhaps you'd been easy to break. He wondered if you'd hated yourself for choosing to please him instead of fighting to death - as a sorcerer would be expected to.

"You don't scare me, Sukuna." You spoke, holding together the pieces of your shirt he'd ripped apart at an attempt to keep any modesty you'd had left. The curse began laughing, in hysterics at your situation. "Is that a challenge, little girl?" He questioned, within a second the softness he'd allowed through had evaporated, his hand attaching to your neck and pushing you back against the wall. You'd hit your head with his force, though chose to ignore the dull throbbing, instead scowling at him.

"Maybe your dumb, whore brain doesn't see who she's fucking with?" Sukuna questioned, tightening his grip on your throat. The lack of oxygen passing through had made you feel light-headed, almost certain if he'd continued, you'd pass out. "I can end your life, little girl." The room began to spin, your labored breathing barely making it to your lungs.

Sukuna loosened his grip on you, holding you up as you'd almost collapsed. "You'll just let me do anything to you, won't you brat? You don't even put up a fight." Sukuna pulled the knee length uniform skirt you'd been wearing upward, tugging down the shorts you'd worn beneath. You were still dazed from the asphyxiation, unable to protest to his advances, though feeling your stomach in knots, you weren't sure you'd have stopped him anyway.

Sukuna pressed the head of his cock at your entrance, sliding into you with ease. Your vision had cleared up now, and you were back in the moment, no longer in the haze he'd forced you into. "You're so wet for me, slut." Sukuna pushed his length deeper into you, your back arching against the wall he'd had you so tightly pressed against, legs wrapped around his hips. He spread you out around his cock, fucking into you with no remorse. "You're fucked in the head." You managed to mumble out between his thrusts, pretending his pounds into your cunt weren't causing knots in your stomach, the friction from his waist moving against your pussy making your eyes water, each thrust grazing over your clit. You were aching to be touched. "You're the one being fucked by a curse, brat. I can feel you tighten around me in pleasure." Sukuna's voice was low, his half lidded eyes staring at your contorting expression as he'd pushed in and out of your soft walls.

"You want me to touch you?" Sukuna brought his lips to your ear, teeth grazing over the lobe. You nodded, eyes closed as you gripped his shoulders for support. A hand trailed down your stomach, lifting the material that had been pushed up to your thigh. His thumb brushed over your clit, Sukuna's cock still filling you to the brim as he began to carefully rub over you. A loud moan left your lips at the contact, his dick twitching in response. "If I see your sorcerer friends, I'm going to tell them how I made you cream on my cock." Sukuna whispered, knowing you'd barely been listening to his words as each circle over you had you whining desperately, tightening your walls around him. You were close to coming for him.

The familiar build up had occurred, until you'd finally fell over the edge, moaning his name and dropping your head forward, forehead connecting with his shoulder to shield your face from his gaze. "What's your name, slut?" Sukuna asked, still fucking into you as your orgasm fizzled out. "Y-y/n." You stuttered, lifting your head to rest against the wall behind you. "I can't wait to tell your sensei about how well you took my cock, y/n." Sukuna laughed, as you rolled your eyes - as if you'd be able to go back to university following this. They'd probably kill you if they'd found out.

"Fuck-" Sukuna groaned, pushing deeper as he filled you with his white ropes, gripping at your hips tight enough to bruise you. He slowed down, eventually pulling out of you, letting you stumble back as he'd no longer been supporting you. Your skirt dropped down, covering your lower half as you regained your posture, Sukuna already fully presentable while you'd been wearing a ripped uniform, disheveled hair and tear streaked cheeks.

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thatesqcrush · 1 year

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Staycation: Spooky Edition

A very very late Kinktober piece. Rafael x f Reader (established relationship). WC: 5Kish. CW: this got away from me - there is some very rough sex, some dom/sub dynamics, language, impact play (being smacked and spanked), some degradation talk, oral (m receiving).

AN: big thanks to @beccabarba for help & encouragement.

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The wind howled fiercely and the sky was an eerie green, a sign of an impending storm. You pulled over and put your car into park. You got out of the car and covered your eyes with your hand as you gazed upon the house ahead of you. It was massive, almost looming before you.

The house was advertised as Victorian and it certainly was, with its red brick, steeply pitched roof, gables and round towers and turrets to draw the eye upward. There was a wraparound porch likely intended to give the home a cozier feel, but overall the house gave off a sinister vibe. It was as if the house watched you back.

Your phone pinged and you were quick to check who it was. It was your boyfriend and he was on his way by train and would meet you later that evening at the house.

You quickly texted him back before grabbing your luggage and making your way up the winding path to the house that would be your home for the weekend.

Your boyfriend was one of the top prosecutors in all of Manhattan. Getting time off was rare but this weekend had been locked away months ago. Rather than spend time at a quaint B&B on the beach, you both decided to make the most of upstate New York in the fall with the ever changing colorful leaves and crisp air. You had found the house on AirBnB and it seemed to be a much more appropriate choice.

You knew from a message from the owner, there was a key under a rock. Sure enough you found the key and unlocked the door. The door was heavy, and opened with a creak. The interior design was ornate and eccentric. On the entryway table was a thick binder with the word ‘welcome’ plastered on it. There was a grand staircase and high ceilings. The house was furnished with hardwood floors, dark wood furniture and decorative wallpaper, multiple fireplaces, a formal dining room, a parlor and even a library.

You settled in quickly, spending the majority of the time poring through the thick binder, which gave a detailed history of the home. You also learned that the home was accompanied with a tragic love story –

In 1837, a man of considerable wealth by the name of William Axtell had this home built for his fiancee. His fiancee was educated, graceful and beautiful, but she was not the one Axtell loved — alas, he was in love with her sister, Alva. He simply couldn’t bear to be without her, and so he did what any man would do: built a secret chamber in his house and hid her away in there. Only one other person knew about Alva: a maid who took care of her and brought her food. Alva would wait all day until William could slip away, and then he’d visit her upstairs in their secret sex chamber. One day, when William was away on an extended business trip, the maid died. There was no one to bring Alva food or drink, and so she starved to death. Let that be a lesson to you if you’ve secreted an illicit love away in a clandestine sex chamber: have some kind of food distribution buddy system in place. You know, like how you don’t go swimming alone.

There was a blueprint of the home which notated where the secret chamber was and pictures of William, his fiancee and Alva.

As you traced the photos, a chill went up your spine. While you didn’t believe in the paranormal, you weren’t completely dismissive of the chill. You warily closed the binder. In that moment, your phone began to buzz causing you to jump. It was Rafael again. You saw the curtain of the window move and realized your chill must have just been the wind from outside. You let out a small laugh at yourself for getting worked up over nothing.

After speaking with Rafael, you finished unpacking before going to the neighboring town for groceries. You had planned on making a romantic dinner for when Rafael arrived. You loaded up on groceries and bottles of wine and made small talk with the cashier as you were rung up.

By the time you got back, Rafael had already arrived. He had settled in as well, having changed from his suit (as he had court that morning) into dark blue jeans, a maroon marled knit sweater. His hair had grayed considerably and was slicked back in a perfect coif. He had grown out his beard a bit, but it was still neat. His cologne was a combination that was equal parts earthy, peppery and citrusy.

“You made it!” You exclaimed as you walked in. Rafael pressed a kiss to your lips and then offered his hands to take the groceries from you.

“This place is incredible,” Rafael replied as he followed you through the house. You nodded excitedly.

“Right? It’s beautiful and there are so many rooms and halls to get lost in. I definitely want to check out the library. Though, when I first arrived, it gave me —“

“A spooky vibe?” Rafael interjected. He rummaged for a wine opener, winking when he found one. You reached for the wine glasses and quickly rinsed and dried them. Rafael set the opened wine aside to let it breathe.

Rafael wrapped his arms around your waist. “Yeah, I got the same vibe. You’re not scared are you?”

You ran your fingertips under the hem of Rafael’s sweater, letting out a little hum as his muscles twitched beneath your touch. Rafael pulled you even closer, lifting your chin with the crook of his index finger. His green eyes twinkled and you felt yourself grow warm. “Not at all. I’ve got my big strong boyfriend from the Bronx to keep me safe.”

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It had started to rain.

Raindrops pelted hard and the exterior board and batten shutters swung wildly, pounding against the house. You and Rafael ran around the house shutting them and making certain the doors were bolted.

The two of you settled in the living room, sitting in front of the fireplace. The fire crackled and popped. Rafael between your legs and leaned back against you. He turned the page of his worn copy of Jekyll and Hyde, and continued to read out loud. You closed your eyes, letting the timbre of his voice envelope you as you played with his hair, massaging his scalp in process.

Suddenly everything went dark.

"Guess it was bound to happen sooner or later," Rafael remarked. Carefully you both stood and you each turned on the flashlights on your cell phones to look around.

You looked at Rafael. “The binder said that the fuse box was downstairs in the basement.”

Rafael sighed. “I guess I’ll be going down to the basement.”

“I’ll go,” you volunteered. “Stay up here and text me if the lights come back on.”

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All Rafael could hear was the sound of the storm pushing through. He tried to check on the duration of the storm but his phone was loading slowly.

There was a flicker and then the lights came back on. Rafael sighed in relief and texted you that the lights were back. He anticipated the sound of your footsteps bounding up the stairs but nothing came.

Rafael waited a few more minutes, ignoring the knot of worry that was beginning to brew. He texted you once more and called your name.

Again nothing.

Fear pricked at Rafael. It wasn’t like you to not be responsive. He made his way down the basement, his heart thudding in his chest and his palms beginning to sweat. He called for you but was answered in silence. He crept quietly, but the floor still creaked with every step. His pulse pounded in his ears.

Rafael had been a prosecutor for far too long. His mind was racing in all the ways you could have been possibly kidnapped or murdered. He was all set to call Olivia when something caught his eye.

At the end of the hall, a bookcase was turned vertically, revealing a partially opened door. Rafael walked toward it, even though all his horror movie training screamed at him to not to. He called your name once more as he fully opened the door.

The oxblood-hued room was packed with recherché items that wouldn't look out of place in a grand gentlemen's club, including a posh Chesterfield chair, vintage ship model and antique carriage clock. There was a plush bed with bedding that could be described as sumptuous.

Rafael recalled the story of William and Alva that you told him over dinner. It dawned on him that this room was the secret chamber. He walked in cautiously and carefully, scanning the room. There was a knot in his stomach, and he felt tense all over.

He had the sense he was not the only one in the room. When he turned around, he was met with you shouting “Boo!” in his face.

Rafael let out a shout, nearly jumping out of his skin. “Jesus Christ!”

You began to laugh. “I’m sorry but that was just too easy. I couldn’t help it.” You continued to laugh, so much so that you had to double over.

Rafael gave you an incredulous look. “Ha ha, really fucking funny.”

You stood up, still chuckling a bit and wiped your eyes. “Oh come on! It was just a joke! You have to admit that I got you good.”

Rafael glowered at you and took a step closer towards you. “You know, I don't like practical jokes.”

You smirked and cocked your brow, challenging. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Rafael reached for you and pulled you close to him where you were practically chest to chest. Your palms were on his chest and you could feel his heart thundering rapidly. He gripped your chin with his index and thumb. “You’ll see.”

You saw the change in his expression to something more lustful and predatory, the sensual look in his eye sending a jolt of hot anticipation through you.

You jerked your chin from his grip but barely had a chance to look away as he gripped your cheeks, squeezing but not too tightly.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you. Do I look like I am playing a fucking game?” Rafael all but growled, his green eyes burning with desire. You shook your head in response. Your pulse began to quicken and arousal stoked your core. “For the rest of the time we are here, you will answer me as sir.”

“Yes.”

His gaze darkened as he ran his fingers softly along your jawline, holding your chin so your eyes met his. When his fingers flattened out against your cheek, you had an inkling as to what was coming. Still, when the sharp smack landed against your skin, you jumped slightly. The sting bloomed into heat. Rafael knew what that did to you, and you didn't miss his little smirk as he did it again, slightly harder, pricking your skin, watching your reaction. He put a fingertip beneath your chin.

“What did you say?” Rafael prodded, his brow cocked.

“Yes sir.” You breathed.

“Good girl,” Rafael murmured. He then kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue. His hand was tight in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss and suck along your neck. His teeth grazed sharply against your skin, causing you to groan in response to the pricks of pain. A dark mark bloomed easily and he ran his tongue over it, soothing the area. He again nipped up your jawline before kissing you once more, the kiss more soft than before, but still full of passion. His tongue licked hotly in your mouth. You could feel his cock, hard against your body. Your were certain you were already dripping and your nerves were buzzing, erotically charged.

“Strip. And get on the bed,” Rafael all but growled.

You looked at the bed and then around the room. You also were certain that the room was haunted as fuck, but you did not want to bring it up lest it change the mood.

“Did I fucking stutter?” Rafael snapped, bringing your focus back to him.

“No sir!” You yanked your shirt off and then sat on the bed to remove your shoes. This was then followed by your pants and undergarments. You laid prostrate on the bed, eagerly anticipating Rafael’s next move.

Rafael stood at the foot of the bed and placed his hands on his hips, his green eyes narrowing at you a little as took in the sight of your naked form. He began to undress himself. Buttons were undone nimbly and quickly, followed by his shoes and remainder of his clothes. He jacked himself languidly, casually spitting into his palm.

The bed creaked under his weight and you felt him move behind you. His large hands ghosted your skin, feeling the knobs of your spine. When he got to your ass, he squeezed your flesh, before laying a hard spank on your ass. You let out a small moan, which garnered another spank, this time harder than before. Rafael sat on his haunches, spreading your ass cheeks apart. Nothing major had even happened yet and he already knew you were dripping.

Rafael sucked on two of his fingers, using his own saliva to lubricate them. The tips of his fingers ghosted over your puckered rosebud before shoving his fingers inside of you. Your startled gasp turned into a breathy moan as he coated them in your wetness before pulling them out to spread it over your pussy, and then shoving them back in, fingering you roughly. His other hand landed sharply on your ass giving you another spank.

“A mess,” Rafael growled. “I can fucking smell how needy you are.” The pace of his fingers increase and the wet sounds of your arousal are evident in the quiet room. “Tonight is about me. Your one job is to make me happy.”

“Yes sir,” you gasped in reply, your hips moving in their own accord to match the thrust of his hand.

“You’re going to pay for your stunt. You’re not going to come until I tell you to. Me entiendes?”

You were completely lost in your pleasure and his words didn’t register. When you failed to respond, he abruptly removed his fingers, causing you to cry out at the empty feeling.

Two more spanks. The skin of your ass was hot and you wondered if Rafael could see the outline of his hand. Rafael grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you apart once more. You felt his stubble, pricking your skin and then you felt the prick of his teeth once more as he bit you - first one then the other, then repeating in a pattern. The bites are followed by additional spanks. It was unrelenting, the sting of the bites and spanks caused your toes to curl. And then it was over and you felt Rafael’s tongue on your skin licking soothingly. His mouth hovered over your pussy, his breath hot. You pushed back, desperate for more.

Rafael smacked your ass once more. “No sweetheart. Your job is to make me feel good tonight. And maybe, just maybe, if you’re good enough, I will let you come.”

You nodded and Rafael’s eyes narrowed.

“Use your words,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir. Going to make you feel good,” you whimpered. Rafael smirked and nudged you to roll over. He wrapped his arm around you, and pulled you flush against him. You could feel his cock on the small of your back, hard and leaking.

His other hand smoothed up your thigh, encouraging it apart from the other one as he reached your pussy and traced his fingers through your folds. He stopped as he pressed down on your clit and drew his hand back to deliver a short, hard spank to the swelling bundle of nerves. You squealed, body jolting at the sudden impact.

“Fuck,” you muttered, biting down on your bottom lip. Rafael’s face disappeared into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing your skin while one hand grabbed your tit, tugging and twisting your nipple. You let out a small moan in response. His other hand headed back down to your opening, fingers inside of you, pumping. You groaned, your nails digging into the meat of his thighs.

“I want to cum, sir, please,” you begged desperately.

“No,” Rafael replied sternly. “Hold it.”

“Please, please, I’ll be a good girl,” you begged again. A sharp spank landed on your pussy and you squealed.

“What did I tell you about begging me?” he growled. You felt the pad of his thumb tease your clit. “So fucking wet. I bet I could just slide my cock in and make that tight pussy take it. You’d take it, right?”

“Yes,” you hissed, your eyes screwing shut.

You felt your orgasm bubble up in your gut and you tried to ignore it but it was futile. Rafael felt you tense and he removed his fingers from you and slapped your pussy sharply once more. You let out a whimper in response.

You turned to Rafael and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was sloppy, open mouthed, his tongue licking hotly into your mouth. You pulled away briefly and grabbed his hand to suck his finger, imitating what you wanted to do.

“Want to suck my cock?” Rafael asked. His breathing was already labored, intent on making the evening last but he was already overworked. He knew once he fucked you, it wouldn’t be long.

You nodded, humming in agreement.

“Ask me to let you.”

“Yes sir. Can I taste your cock sir?” Your eyes met his. A delicious smirk curled on his plump lips and lit up his entire face. His green eyes sparkled with mischief.

Rafael nodded and spread his legs wider to make room for you. As you positioned yourself, he gripped himself at the base. You looked up at him and he tapped his cock against your mouth. “Open.”

You follow his command and open your mouth to take his cock. He’s cut. It’s a nice fleshy pink color, but the head is a couple shades darker; when you’ve been edging him, it darkens to almost purple. There are a few visible veins, and an especially thick one that runs along the underside.

Saliva gathered in your mouth at the sight of his heavy cock. A thick line of pre-cum dripped out of his slit, dripping down until it slowed at the base. Your hand ghosted over the patch of dark curls there, sending a shiver up Rafael’s spine.

You wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock, enveloping it in your warm, wet heat. You sucked, pulling the salty liquid from him and onto your awaiting tongue, letting out a small hum. You pulled off briefly and then opened your mouth wider so you could take more of him.

Rafael petted your hair softly, enjoying watching you take his cock inch by inch, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, and then pulled off to catch your breath.

“Let me change position,” Rafael commented. You remained in place as he climbed off the bed and stood. He beckoned you with a finger and you quickly scrambled over. You looked up at him, batting your eyes. He tapped his cock on your lips and you opened widely.

“Relax sweetheart, open your throat,” Rafael ordered as he began to feed his cock into your mouth. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply through your nose. His hands wove into your hair and he pulled your head forward as he snapped his hips, shoving the remainder of his thick cock into your mouth and throat. His hands were firm in your hair, keeping you in place. Your eyes began to water and saliva pooled from the corners of your mouth. He withdrew and repeated again and again, holding your willing mouth flush against him, your nose buried in his salt and pepper curls.

Finally, he relented and began to thrust into your mouth, a brutal pace abusing your throat with his thick length. Tears streamed down your face, and your eye makeup was smeared. Any gloss that might have remained on your lips was now gone.

“You take my cock so well,” Rafael praised. He pushed you a bit further, your jaw ached and throbbed. “Such a dirty girl with my cock in your throat. Do you like having my cock in your throat?”

You let out a muffled response and Rafael pulled you off of him, by your hair. The pain ebbed into a tingle of pleasure.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

He watched in fascination the spit string that connected your lips to his cock pull thin before finally breaking.

He gripped your chin hard, smushing your lips together. He slapped you once more. “Answer me.”

Your cunt clenched in response to the sting.

“Yes sir, I love your cock in my mouth,” you croaked. Rafael laughed and shoved your head back onto his cock. His hands were on the sides of your head, moving your head over his cock, his hips meeting the movements. He growled as he fucked your face, testing the limits your throat could handle. But you knelt there, mouth open wide as another wave of tears streamed down your face, moaning as he pushed you past the limits of comfort, ruining you. You could feel your juices slick on your thighs and there was a growing ache in between your legs that so desperately wanted to be touched. And while your throat was sore and your jaw ached, you loved it when Rafael used you as he pleased.

“Good girl, take that cock,” Rafael grunted. He bent forward, leaning over your body so he could slip his fingers back into your pussy. Because of the position, you began to bob on his cock, using a hand for assistance. The only sounds in the room were his grunts and groans, mixed with your muffled moans and whines.

“I’m going to cum if we keep this up” Rafael groaned and he withdrew from your mouth and pussy. You watched him as he sucked his fingers clean of your pussy juice. He let out a hum of satisfaction. Your eyes went down to his cock, it stuck out with a slight curve. Cum leaked easily now.

Rafael watched you and he smirked. “Is there something you want?”

“Yes sir.” You replied. Without prompting, you elaborated. “I want your cock sir.”

“I didn’t hear you say please.”

“Please sir.”

“Turn around,” Rafael commanded. You acquiesced to his request, turning around so you were on all fours.

Rafael wasted no time. The bed dipped with his weight and spread your cheeks once more. “Look at that pretty pussy. And it’s mine.”

He thrusted in himself inside of you, burying himself to the hilt. His pelvis was snug against the curve of your ass. He waited a minute, letting you adjust. He saw you nod and he began to move. He started slowly at first but steadily picked up speed. His balls are hefty and you can feel the weight of them slap against your pussy. He held on to your hips steadily, driving your ass lower into the bed until your legs buckled and you landed on the bed, ass up, torso down, face into the mattress.

The pace was brutal as he fucked you hard and deep. His fingers dug into your hips and you’re certain that there will be bruises once done. You felt every ridge of his cock against your walls with each harsh thrust and you needed more of it. You heard yourself - don’t stop, fuck me harder, give it to me - but it all sounded slurred to you.

There are a series of spanks to your ass in response.

Rafael’s legs were now framing your thighs, pounding down into you. You gripped the bedspread and cried out his name every time his cock pistoned into you again.

Suddenly you were aware that your arms were being pulled behind you. Rafael held your arms together, handcuff style, as he continued, giving you exactly what you wanted - what you both so desperately wanted. He’s also chasing his release, but he will give you what you want.

You bit down on your bottom lip as he took you closer and closer to the edge. Your clit throbbed, aching, needing to be touched.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking perfect,” Rafael grunted. Sweat dripped down his body and onto yours as he kept his pace. “I bet you wanna come.”

A stream of yes, yes, yes, left your mouth.

Rafael slowed his pace and you whined in protest. “Don’t stop, please. Sir, please.”

“Thank me for fucking you. And maybe I will let you come.”

You nodded frantically. “Your cock feels so good! Yes, yes! Thank you for fucking me sir!”

“Atta girl, now you get it. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours sir!” You cried out.

Rafael released one of your arms. “Go ahead, come.”

You frantically reach below to your clit and your fingers slip due to the mix of your and Rafael’s wet mess. You find your clit and rubbed in haphazard circles, chasing the sweet relief of orgasm. It doesn’t take long and before you realize it, you are coming hard, Rafael’s name escaping from your lips. It had never been this intense before, as if one orgasm rolled into the other. Rafael groaned as you squirted, your juices releasing all over his cock. He inwardly beamed - you hadn’t ever done that before.

“Yes,” Rafael hissed. “Coat that cock, cover it all up.”

You slumped forward, unable to hold yourself up. You are lost in your own haze, unaware that Rafael hadn’t come yet. You let out a yelp as Rafael pulled you upward, thrusting back into you. The pace is somehow even harder than before as you hear the sound of skin slapping on skin.

Rafael is growling and grunting. “You think just because you fucking came, that it means get to be fucking lazy on me?”

“No sir,” you cried out. The ache that had dissipated started to grow again. “Fuck me sir. Use me!”

Rafael’s teeth gnashed together as his release approached. A deep rumble emanated from his chest and you had been intimate with him long enough to know that he was about to come.

He grunted, pumping faster, and then his hips jerked, stuttering in their rhythm, and he came, hard. Ropes of thick white creamy come filled you. “Fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck!” He shuddered as he finished coming. He stayed there before withdrawing, his cock softening. You felt some of his come dribble out.

You both flopped onto your backs, bodies covered in sweat and heaving, trying to catch your breath.

Rafael shifted and he loomed over you. You furrowed your brows at first but then your mouth formed an ‘O’ as he pushed up your legs. He used his fingers to spread your lips and watched as his release dripped out of you. He scooped up some and spread it along your belly, as if he was marking his territory.

He reached back down to your pussy and scooped some more of his release. He then spread it on your clit, and began to rub you once more.

“I know you can do it again.” Rafael slid two fingers inside of you, curling them.

Your legs trembled as you felt yet another orgasm begin to build. You can almost feel Rafael’s smile against you as he jackhammered his fingers inside of you, fucking his come back into you.

“Come on, one more sweetheart.” His words were your undoing and your hips jerk. He lifted his head and you looked at him with wide eyes. “Give it to me.” He began rubbing your clit roughly and horizontally rapidly. You arched your back sharply, and wailed as you came again. Sound went fuzzy and you squeezed your eyes tightly. Rafael just kept his mouth open by your cunt, collecting your cum in his mouth as you squirted once more.

You collapsed against the bed as you came down back to reality. Rafael covered his body with yours and pressed a kiss to your mouth, sharing your come with you. The kiss was wet and messy but soft, dare say gentle.

“How was that?” Rafael questioned, his eyes searching yours. “Are you okay?”

You hummed ame gave him a smile. “Oh yeah. That was perfect.”

Rafael eventually peeled his sweaty body off of you. You snuggled into his chest, basking in his warmth.

All of a sudden, the lights flickered and the room was plunged into darkness. It was followed by a sound that could only be described as non human. You yelped and then the lights flicked back on.

You and Rafael looked at eachother, eyes wide, both of you clearly spooked. “Let's get out of here!”

Rafael nodded and you both scrambled, grabbing your clothes before peeling out of the room and heading back up stairs.

When you both got back to the main floor, you were both laughing hard as you redressed. “Jesus, Joseph and Mary!” You cried out. “What the hell was that?”

Rafael shook his head and rubbed his face. “Let's not go back down there.”

You nodded. “But what you did down there - that you can do again.”

Rafael gave you a wicked smile, his eyes lighting up in response.

“But first can we find someplace else to stay?” You questioned, your tone hopeful.

Rafael nodded, finding his phone. “Already on it.”

FIN.

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Background Details in Helluva Boss S1 E2 - Loo Loo Land

There were A LOT of background details in this episode so I won't be able to include all of them (tumblr posts have a 10-image limit) but here are some of the ones I found most interesting:

1. Octavia's Childhood Bedroom

The first thing I noticed about Via's childhood bedroom is this drawing of her and Stolas on the wall with Stella nowhere to be seen. It's possible that she has other drawings of her mother elsewhere, but in combination with Stella rarely (if ever?) interacting with Via throughout the show, this suggests she has a much closer relationship with her father.

There's also a TON of star and celestial related stuff in Via's room including decorative details like her starry bedding, wallpaper and night light but also more educational features like a telescope, star charts and books on Astronomy and Cosmology.

This suggests to me that as a child she either had a genuine keen interest in her dad's work or just took her role as his heir extremely seriously. Her seventeen-year-old bedroom lacks most of these details except for the telescope but her desire to see the stars in S2 E2 suggests she is still interested in this stuff but is just less blatant about it.

2. Fizzarolli Branding & Marketing

Maybe unsurprisingly, given Loo Loo Land is Mammon's theme-park and stars a Robo-Fizzarolli as one of its main attractions, both Fizz and Mammon are VERY present in the background of this episode.

Most of these advertisements are centred around products and performances specific to Loo Loo Land but Fizzarolli's face can also be seen on Mammon-branded breakfast cereal and adverts for those Fizzarolli robot sex dolls we've heard so much about (showing off an impressive array of features including but not limited to "tentacle action", "ten speed vibration" and "BDSM")

We also get a close up shot of the money used at Loo Loo Land, featuring Mammon's face and a stated value of 100 souls per-note, though it's not clear whether this currency is specific to Loo Loo Land/The Greed Ring or whether this is the currency that's used across all of Hell.

3. Lu Lu World References

This episode also featured a ton of references to Loo Loo Land's inspiration/competitor Lu Lu World; a theme-park created by Lucifer himself (or at least featuring his branding).

While we aren't given much info about Lu Lu World, it's suggested that Loo Loo Land is a pretty shameless and unsubtle rip-off and everything from the name (Lu being short for Lucifer) and the apple theme (relating to the forbidden fruit Lucifer gifted to Eve) supports this.

4. Hazbin Hotel References

While almost all of the rides and stalls at Loo Loo Land are apple-themed, I was surprised to see this angel-themed "Extermination" stall, featuring a giant Exorcist peeking over the top.

It's the closest Helluva Boss comes (that I've noticed so far) to referencing the yearly extermination that drives the plot of Hazbin Hotel.

This screenshot is also a good illustration of something else I noticed in this episode which is that all of the staff at Loo Loo Land and all of the guests apart from Stolas and Via are imps. Not sure if this is representative of the demographic of the Greed Ring in general or Loo Loo Land specifically but I thought it was interesting to note!

5. Blitzo's office (ft. Blitzo's horse thing)

Blitzo has a new phone (or at least a new case) this episode after breaking and/or losing his phone in the woods last episode. His new case says "wild and free" which is probably a subtle reference to horses, given it matches the horse poster on the opposite wall.

He also has a mug saying "Boss Bitch" and a framed photo of himself half-naked and posing seductively with a rose in his mouth, signed with the words "#1 Bitch Boss"

That's it for episode 2 but you can see all my other Helluva Boss background details posts here.

#hellaverse #helluva boss #my posts #hb background details #hellaverse background details

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prplocks · 3 months

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helloitsbees · 6 months

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headcanons for lesbian chainshipping :)

HI OK IM ON MY LAPTOP NOW!!!!

okay so I have so so many thoughts about these dykes (and also im gonna use the canon + names from the last tender place because im fucking obsessed with it and have read it like 20 times) (also this will get nsfw but I'll put that behind a cut):

Lauren has always known she was a lesbian but only came out after graduating from med school because she was afraid her parents wouldn't pay for her education if they knew she was gay. She was semi-wrong about this, her dad was fine with it & loved her unconditionally but she's only on speaking terms with her mom because she and Allison were able to give her a grandchild, and even then their relationship is considerably more chilly than it was before Lauren came out.

Addie is a surprisingly good cook with a natural aptitude for improvising, the only thing standing in her way is her ability to afford good ingredients for the things she cooks. She's pretty edgy about accepting Lauren buying her things (it makes her feel like Lauren's sugar baby [which Lauren is into, privately]) so when Lauren pays for the groceries that Addie picks out, everyone wins because Lauren, Allison, Diana, and Addie get a fucking delicious three-course dinner out of it, and Addie gets to live out her celebrity chef dreams. Diana helps her cook sometimes, and Lauren's phone wallpaper is a picture of the two of them laughing hysterically about some forgotten joke over a boiling pot of homemade spaghetti sauce.

Lauren used to wear a lot of skirts prior to losing her foot, but she doesn't like how her prosthetic attracts attention when it's bare so she mainly sticks to pants post-trap. Addie thinks that's absolute bullshit because if anybody's going to stare, it's because her girlfriend is fucking hot, okay? She's defended this position rigorously in the past when they were walking home from a movie one night and some asshole made a comment on the street, and Lauren had to physically pull Addie off of him before the cops came.

Addie's first kiss with another girl was in the darkroom of the boarding school her parents sent her to when she was 15, on a day when she and her friend were left alone to develop their landscape photography proofs. Her crush on her was the reason she'd gotten into photography to begin with, and even though it ended badly, she's still got the overdeveloped print from that day hidden away in her closet.

Lauren eats pussy like she's drowning and Addie's the air. like she will NOT stop until her girlfriend comes at least 5 times. Addie is EXTREMELY sensitive and it's not uncommon for her to start crying during sex from sheer sensory overload.

Addie doesn't shave and Lauren's kind of an absolute freak about it. She LOVES running her hands over Addie's legs and bush, and Addie jokes that it's like a fidget toy for her.

#apologies for inconsistent grammar and unclear phrasing im on like my third glass of wine #saw posting #also i WILL add to these when i have the time #I care them so much

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haggishlyhagging · 1 year

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Despite [S. Weir] Mitchell's praise for Jacobi, he did not approve of women doctors. Mitchell publicized his disapproval in a fictional series titled "Characteristics," which featured a physician who discouraged a young woman from pursuing medicine on the basis that the profession made women masculine and stripped them of all their feminine qualities. Jacobi wrote to Mitchell in protest and chastised him for attributing hysteria to healthy women studying medicine. She asked: "Do you not almost inevitably get into the habit of extending to the whole sex the estimate which you justly form of the multitudes of them which absorb your professional attention?" She then defended women physicians and lamented their limited opportunities for work. For Jacobi, challenging Mitchell was a matter of correcting "bad science,' claiming credit for her work, and contesting his position on the "woman question."

Jacobi's long-term frustrations with Mitchell informed her treatment of his most famous patient, Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Gilman's story The Yellow Wallpaper (1892) has become a feminist allegory and a treatise against the problems of nineteenth-century medical practice. Gilman's novella reflected her own experience under Mitchell's care and described the road to insanity traveled by a woman undergoing the rest cure. Confined to her room and deprived of stimulation, including talking, reading, and writing, the narrator is drawn deeper into mental illness by her seclusion and what she considers the sinister patterns of the yellow wallpaper that surround her. While Mitchell's name has become synonymous with the rest cure, Gilman's name has become associated with protest against it. Her indictment of medical men like Mitchell stands in opposition to her reverence of women physicians. Whether as fictional characters or real practitioners, women doctors were heroic feminist figures in Gilman's writing and personal life. In many ways, Jacobi was a more than logical choice to take over as Gilman's physician.

In 1901, Jacobi offered to treat Gilman for her "brain trouble," years after she fled the care of S. Weir Mitchell and almost a decade after the publication of The Yellow Wallpaper: In December of that year, Gilman noted in her diary, "Call on Dr. Jacobi & state my case. She is to undertake it—her own proposition." Jacobi was eager to help Gilman because this was no ordinary case; her treatment had symbolic power, considering her very public critique of Mitchell and the rest cure. They were also "interested in the same things, both medically and politically, sharing deep concerns about the mental health of American women and the social restrictions that caused and exacerbated them." They both operated professionally from feminist standpoints, and believed in the power of work to liberate women from economic dependency on men. Influenced by socialism, they shared an organic view of society, seeing it as a collective project where all members, including women, contributed to the broader good through their work and education. The two women were also interested in the science and social implications of evolution on American civilization, particularly the vitality of (white) women for the future of the race.

Jacobi prescribed to Gilman a graduated therapeutic regimen of mental and physical training. She began with electric therapy, applying electricity to the solar plexus, a large nerve center in the abdominal cavity. To promote digestion, assimilation, and nutrition, she had Gilman drink a mixture of phosphoglycerates in wine. To "set that inert brain to work," Jacobi assigned her mental and tactile exercises that gradually increased in their complexity to "reestablish the capacity for action." Gilman started off by working with kindergarten blocks, "just building things," to regenerate her cerebral activity. She quickly moved to reading more complex books and scientific texts such as E. B. Wilson's The Cell, a text on cell theory, evolution, and inheritance. Gilman followed Jacobi's advice and returned to writing her book Human Work (1904), a book that reflected her organic vision of society. Soon after, Gilman began a program of physical exercise, joining a woman's basketball team and playing at Barnard College in New York. True to form, Jacobi's treatment of Gilman rested on a regimen of increased mental and physical stimulation.

-Carla Bittel, Mary Putnam Jacobi & The Politics of Medicine in Nineteenth-Century America.

#carla bittel #Mary putnam jacobi #charlotte perkins gilman #female hysteria #medical misogyny #women in science #female oppression

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gnattyplayssims · 9 months

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Dandy Generation Gameplay Rules

Generation Challenges

First Decade - Sexual Revolution

Second Decade - Vietnam War

Marriage and Family

Divorce now allowed for whatever reason

Adoption now allowed

First Decade - Baby Boomer era. All couples should reroll for number of children even if they had already capped out their number.

Second Decade - Can marry sims of other cultures as well as have same-sex relationships (cannot marry)

Woohoo is now openly allowed and birth control now available (3% chance of pregnancy)

Second Decade - Teens can "mess around"

Bottle feeding now allowed

Teens come of age at 16 rather than 14.

Elder death rolls now done on d20 rather than d6

Birthdays are now as follows - Infant @ 6mos, Toddler @ 3 years, Child @ 6 years, Teen @ 13 years (marrigable age @ 16), YA @ 18 years, Adult @ 30 years, Elder @ 50 years

Affairs % = 20, Auto marry % = 50.

Architecture and Design

Bikinis now allowed

Apartments now available

Showers allowed

House can now have pop-art, carpet, patterned and brick floors

Kids paintings may now be hung anywhere (any size of canvas available for painting)

All wallpaper available

Fire alarm available

Women may wear pants freely

Second Decade - May now have expensive comfort items like couches, beds and chairs

Phones allowed but can only be used within own home and must always be used in the same room (preferably same part of room)

Private pools allowed (upper middle class)

Housing upgrades/updates are allowed again

Education and Hobbies

Elementary and High school are now mandatory

Better grades means better marriage (A-rich, B-well-off, C-Average, D-poor, F-destitute)

TV now allowed but only the three oldest/cheapest options and can only be watched between 6am-9pm. Only News and Classic channels allowed.

Pop music allowed (radio listening requirement lifted), Listening device allowed

Sunblock, snorkel and sun lounger allowed

Second Decade - May now visit Sulani and play with dolphins as well as study robotics, bowling alleys also became popular

Second Decade - Meditation, yoga, incenses and tea/coffee brewers are allowed and lava lamps become common as well as space heaters, kotatsu tables, in-home hotsprings and bubble blower.

Second Decade - Spooky and Japaense Folk music available as well as Action and Comedy TV channels.

Second Decade - All subjects available for studying in University and student loans are available

Parties and events allowed again

Second Decade - All YA's who remain single must roll to join (or start) a cult on their YA birthday (set MCCC club settings to monitor: enabled, open members: 3)

Second Decade - University not allowed until after serving in war

Second Decade - Female and Singles Nights are now unlocked

Career and Money-Making

Unlimited meals on the stove is allowed again

Butlers, Maids and Nannys may be hired by rich sims

Available jobs for men include: Criminal (boss), Doctor, Entertainer (both), Gardener, Military (both), Politics (both), Scientist, Writer (both), Critic (both), Culinary (chef), Painter, Detective, Secret Agent(both), Actor, Athlete (both), Critic (both), Engineer (Mechanical), Freelancer (Fashion Photographer, Writer), Interior Decorator, Law (both), Veterinarian

Women may have the above jobs with a few exceptions. They cannot become Military (Covert Operator) Doctors, Politicians, Scientists, Critics or Detectives.

Part time jobs available include: Babysitter, Fast Food, Fisherman, Lifeguard, Manual Laborer and Retail

Women may no longer marry after they become pregnant or as long as there are children or younger in their home. They can return once all children become teens. They cannot work active jobs as their goal is still to raise their kids.

Playground equipment available (except ballpit)

Second Decade - jobs for men include previously stated with addition of Conservationist (both), Astronaut (space ranger), Business (both). Jobs for women include previously stated with the exceptions of Astronaut and Business (Investor). Part time jobs remain the same.

Second Decade - Women have maternity leave (3rd trimester only) and no longer have to leave work when they become pregnant

Second Decade - All YA's (age 18-26) may be drafted at any time during decade. This does not include those who become YA's during decade, are primary caretakers for their children or have mental illness. Not all YA males will fight but all will roll for draft.

Musically inclined sims may opt out of a real job to be street performers.

Special Rolls

Draft - All YA Males roll d6 - Evens are spared, Odds get drafted (roll d20 to determine when to make survival roll. One number for each day in decade), must join military career and roll for survival. All eligible, unmarried females roles d20 - 1 = drafted as nurse (must roll for trauma trait)

Vietnam War - All drafted soldiers must roll 2d6 - Snake eyes = death. All drafted males must remain on military lot for 2 years

Trauma Traits - 1) Gloomy, 2) Hot-headed, 3) Clumsy, 4) Erratic, 5) Meloncholic, 6) Mean(or Evil), 7) Lazy, 8) Non-Committal, 9) Squeamish, 10) Paranoid, 11) Cold-Blooded, 12) Impassive, 13) Insane, 14) Joyless, 15) Unstable, 16) Avoidant, 17) Cruel, 18) Hostile, 19) Obsessive, 20) Repressed

Cults - roll d6 - odds start or join a cult - roll d6 again to determine which cult and change/add traits as necessary- 1: Friends of Fortune (kleptomaniac, add $1000 per year to leaders funds, ends with leader being considered fraud and breaking up) 2: Dragon Empire (Evil, add $1000 to leader funds each year and sacrifice townie sim, ends with leader being sacrificed) 3: Brother Nature - Vegetarian, move to lot with other members, ends with sim returning home) 4: Woohoo Womb (Player, open love for all members with no birth control, ends with disease scares) 5: Grilled Cheezus (Foodie or Glutton, only eats grilled cheese, minus $1000 each year, ends with sim being sick of grilled cheese) 6: Anarchy Echo (Erratic, minus $1000 each year for fines, ends with sim being killed)

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

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