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making out with her + nipple sucking

g!p vika fucking you while pulling your hair

sevika sitting on your face

fingering you while you sleep

sloppy make out sesh

sucking her t*ties and getting her off

size kink

tatted sevika tribbing you

sitting on her face

squirting all over her

strapping you before and leaves for work

riding her strap

overstim

lowkey her with her fuckass bob that I love

missionary

JUST DESSERTS LEGACY CHALLENGE

created by clumsy.romantic (previously strawberrysim/strawberrysimyt)

originally i wasn't going to bother with my other legacy challenges, but i decided to completely revamp my just desserts legacy challenge because she deserved some love!!

if you are playing the old version, keep at it if you would like, but here are the new and improved rules! if there are any mistakes or you may not be able to read the graphics, you can find the google doc here.

if you do this challenge tag me on here or instagram or use the hashtag #justdessertslegacy !

i love you all so much, thank you for the continuing support and love i don't know where i'd be without all of you. thank you *big hugs*

this has been in my head for days

college fuckgirl!caitlyn hcs (+ basketball star) who is totally whipped for u and doesn’t know what the hell to do about it

fuckgirl!caitlyn, hardtoget!reader, sub!caitlyn, fluff. (for once not pure jerkoff material i know right) she likessssss you.

▸ not the notches in her bedposts type; caitlyn doesn’t brag about her conquests. she’s classy like that. she does strut about the halls, exuding a casual sort of elegance that has girls falling over their feet. remembers all their names. grasping her solo cup between slim fingers like a wine glass and smiling over the rim. cryptic and beautiful and so utterly entrancing that she’ll have girls’ who were cursing her name two moments ago bent over the bathroom sink, with just a drawl of their name, followed by a “right?”, even if they know they’ll be discarded like yesterday’s trash.

▸ excellent in bed. obviously. charm isn’t everything. she also has a talented tongue and fingers and the stretch of her cock. priorities the girls’ pleasure because good manners have been beaten into her since she was born and she likes the way it feels to fuck into a pussy sopping in cum, gliding in the silky trenches of fiercely clenching folds as they scramble into the sheets and moan her name, fucking the nerves out of them.

▸ and then; you. she wants to fuck you so bad it’s driving her insane. caitlyn doesn’t brag. she doesn’t have sex for the sake of having sex. she just does—often. and she does it well—which has had her gain a teensy-tiny reputation for it. that doesn’t mean she’s a complete ass! doesn’t know why you hold it against her. she’s not some meathead jock trying to get her dick wet. she’s the star of the team, top of (most) of her classes, and shoe-in for valedictorian. plus, she’s rich. and pretty. and just—totally fuckworthy. everyone knows it!

▸ decorated basketball player. plays shooting guard like she was born for it; all lean limbs and sinew as she glides about the court like a koi fish in the water. oh, and she’s a show-off, too. avoids saying corny shit like “this is for you,” even if she really, really wants to—but when she spins on the court and hurls a three-pointer—and her eyes flick up right to you in the stands, intense and focused. that’s when she mouths. “that was for you.”

(jogs up to you afterwards, sweat dripping off her brow and down the long stretch of her neck, as she airs out her jersey with that cockily arched brow. can’t resist the grin on her face. 21 points to her name—meeting your eyes everytime. it falls at the unimpressed look on your face.

“you had to wait til’ after you made the shot?”

“well, i’m not gonna dedicate a losing shot to you. that’s lame.”

“you are lame.”

“objectively untrue.” caitlyn frowns, ball still curled under her arm as she paces after you, as you stride off the bleachers, and if there’s a little whine in her voice there isn’t. “you know, there isn’t a girl on this college who wouldn’t be dying to get under me.” she says it so matter-of-fact, in that irritatingly attractive accent of hers, and even though it’s true it doesn’t make her sound any less like an asshole.

“i wonder why.”

“darling.” whiney, whiney, whiney.

“dickhead.” and if you sound just a little smug that you have caitlyn kiramman wrapped around your finger, that’s just for you to know.)

▸ caitlyn just doesn’t get it. how can you possibly not like her? or at least find her attractive enough to at least want her a little bit. she certainly wants you. she’s at a loss. usually, a bat of her lashes, a whisper of her name is enough to get anyone’s legs splayed wide open for her. when you don’t, she has no fucking clue how to work you. starts lingering just a few desks from you at the library, to catch glimpses of you studying (and yeah? caitlyn looks a little cute like that; glasses perched on the tip of her nose as her brows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out as she thinks about the pretty lilt of your jaw whenever you fix her with that im-so-sick-of-you look.. the way your arm muscles stretch behind your head when you yawn like a cat arching it’s back up for a scratch.. the way your voice sounds a touch raspy whenever you’ve been staying up super late studying and grant her the mercy of your husky, velvet undertones telling her to fuck right off… has to release a deep, long, wistful sigh just thinking about it)

▸ it goes on like that, for what feels like forever. caitlyn niggling her way into your day-to-day life as you begrudgingly entertain her. following you around like a lost puppy to the point where it starts rumours.

(she’s been sitting three seats away from you on the table for the past half-hour. sneaking glances every so often as she rereads the same paragraph over and over again, before she clears her throat and asks, chin held high. “so.. what’d you get in that test?”

shit. did her voice just crack?

the so-called legendary mystique of caitlyn kiramman really wears off when you realise how hopelessly awkward she can be.

you take pity on her, lips quirking as your gaze slides to meet hers, exasperated. yet, you answer her anyways. “92%.”

she hums, fingers drumming against the table. “uh—nice.” oh. now she’s blushing. you can also tell it’s taking everything in her not to let her own 100% bubble up and out of her lips, because she doesn’t want you to think she’s conceited. you know she’s totally itching to say it, though. wants you to know. it’s almost cute.

a sigh. you move the bag off the seat next to you. “c’mere.”

caitlyn’s head snaps up, and her eyes are really so very beautiful, all wide and starry in disbelief. “what?”

“hurry up, superstar. don’t make me regret it.”

caitlyn straightens, and then hurries to take the spot beside you, cheeks burning. she squirms a little in her seat, and the gleam of amusement only makes her want the ground to swallow up because god, she’s never acted like this with anyone. she’s caitlyn kiramman! cool, composed, collected; an energy that takes up the most space in the room, makes girls’ knees buckle, has boys stammering with just a smile. and yet, you have her melting in a puddle with the barest glimpse of your attention.

..fine. maybe she doesn’t just want to fuck you.

"don't piss your pants, kiramman." you say, without missing a beat, pen still scrawling away notes. "i don't bite."

caitlyn splutters for a response, and.. hey! that's her line!

oh. she’s so, so screwed).

woven through pines

YELLOWJACKETS!AU vi x reader

synopsis: in the forest, love festers like something ancient—hungry, all-consuming, impossible to tear away.

words: 1.2k

contains: NO SPOILERS ! blood, mentions of violence, very slight nsfw, cannibalistic imagery, obsession/unhealthy devotion, co-dependency, survival themes, slight horror imagery, etc.

a/n: MAJORITY SAID YES SO HERE WE ARE :P I have so many drafts for this vi and yellowjackets au. I went insane hehe :>

you were bound to each other long before the crash, long before the trees closed in and the world narrowed to this.

It started before the cold, before the endless, gnawing hunger. back when love was something softer—though even then, with her, it was never truly tame. even then, there was a need, a pull, something just shy of dangerous. the wilderness didn’t create this. It only stripped away the pretense, left you both raw and real and reaching.

the first time the others truly see it—see what you and vi are—it’s in the firelight, when hunger is at its worst.

not the kind of hunger that gnaws at the stomach—that kind is familiar, constant, but bearable. that kind of thing is simple. 

no, this is something else. something deeper, something that has seeped into the marrow, turned your ribs into a cage of gnawing want, turned your heart into a beast with too many teeth. and vi—vi is the only thing that soothes it.

and that terrifies them.

because they have seen love before. they have seen devotion. they have seen desperation. but this—this is not love as they know it. this is something else.

It is love the way roots claim abandoned things, slow and unrelenting, pushing through the cracks until nothing is left untouched. It is love like ivy strangling the bones of old houses, sinking into the wood, impossible to separate, impossible to tear away without destroying the thing itself.

all of you have lost yourselves out here. you know it. they know it. the woods have stripped you of reason, peeled back the thin layers of civilization, left only want and hunger and need. you don’t remember where vi ends and you begin anymore, and maybe you don’t want to.

freckles dust her nose, her cheeks, barely visible in the dim light, but you know them by heart. you’ve traced constellations across them, kissed each one, memorized the way they shift when she smirks, when she scowls, when she’s looking at you like this—like she might devour you whole. she is gripping you too hard, too tight, fingers pressing bruises into your skin like she’s afraid you’ll slip away if she doesn’t keep holding on. and maybe she should be afraid. maybe you should be, too. 

because you don’t know what you’d do if you ever lost her. and vi would tear the world apart before she let that happen. she would sink her teeth into fate itself, rip and snarl and fight until the trees burned and the sky cracked open, until there was nothing left but the two of you, tangled in blood and devotion. she would hold onto you, and you would hold onto her—because love like this doesn’t wane. It only grows, winding through the cracks, steady as the earth beneath your feet.

the trees whisper above, their voices hollow and endless. the fire flickers, throwing frantic shadows across your bodies, casting your limbs into something inhuman. and vi is watching you like she sees something holy in the ruin of you. like she’s listening to something beneath your breath, beneath your pulse—some unspoken thing only she can hear.

“say it,” she breathes, her lips brushing your ear, voice raw, desperate, something starving. her fingers dig into your skin, like she’s trying to anchor herself, like she needs to feel you solid beneath her hands.

the fire crackles beside you, shadows twisting, but none of it matters. not the cold, not the hunger, not the eyes watching from the dark. just her. just the way she’s trembling against you, just the way her breath catches as she waits.

you tilt your head, just enough to catch her mouth, to taste the salt and copper and fire-smoke on her tongue. 

“I love you.”

she exhales, a ragged, shuddering thing, like those words are the only thing holding her together. and maybe they are.

because it’s the truth. because if she asked, you would let her pry you apart, piece by piece—lay yourself open and let her press her hands into your warmth. because if she needed it, you would let her sink her teeth into your ribs-–crack you open and press herself into the hollow space left behind.

the others are watching. maybe you know, maybe you don’t—but neither of you would care.

taissa’s jaw is tight, eyes dark with something unreadable. shauna’s fingers twitch, like she wants to reach out and stop whatever this is but doesn’t know how. lottie is the only one who smiles, slow and knowing, tilting her head like she understands. like she sees.

they are not afraid of monsters. they have done monstrous things themselves. 

but they are afraid of this. fascinated, yet afraid. 

because love should not be this consuming. love should not make people feral. love should not make people dangerous. 

and yet, here you are.

vi drags her teeth over your throat again, slow, teasing, before her tongue glides over the blood smeared along your jaw—the same blood she drew when your hands tangled too tight, when neither of you could tell where grasping ended and clawing began. her lashes cast shadows across her cheekbones, her blue eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. fuchsia strands cling to her temple, damp with sweat, as she hums against your skin—slow, indulgent—savoring it, savoring you, like you’re something sacred, something she was always meant to consume.

you let her.

you let her because it soothes something in you, too. because the heat of her tongue, the press of her body, the way her hands grip you like she could keep you tethered to this world if only she holds tight enough—it’s the only thing that makes sense anymore.

she murmurs your name against your skin, reverent, aching. you barely recognize the sound of it, barely recognize yourself in the way she says it, like a prayer, like an offering.

but that’s what you are now, isn’t it?

now, you are something else. something for her. something meant to be taken, worshiped, consumed. an offering—not just to vi, but to whatever force has taken root inside both of you, pulling you closer than you were tethered before, binding you together in something deeper than love, something raw and unshakable.

or maybe you are both just slowly seeping into what is more than a lost mind—sinking, unraveling, becoming.

the fire crackles. the wind howls. the trees loom overhead, ancient and unfeeling, and you wonder if this is how they love each other—wrapping and twisting and strangling until they are inseparable, until their limbs knot together so tightly that to take one away would kill the other.

vi exhales, pressing her forehead to yours. the fever between you is unbearable now, blistering, unbearable and perfect.

“If you asked me to,” she whispers, breath ghosting over your lips, “I’d let you take me apart.”

you smile, slow, sinking into her, into this.

“I know.”

and that is all that matters.

because the hunger will never leave. because it will claw and gnash and bite. and the trees will watch and they will claim lives that are not their own.

but if it must consume you, at least it will consume you together.

like roots splitting stone. like ivy sinking into ribs. like the forest reclaiming what was always meant to be its own.

a/n: someone tell me not to make a midsommar vi au too (lowk already did oops). will maybe have the rest of my little yellowjacket vi drabbles out soon :3

Hi! I've been playing the Sims for more than a decade and I love legacy challenges. I've finally made and shared my personal challenge: Personality Types Legacy Challenge.

I was inspired by the old Sims Personality Diagnostic Quiz that used to be on the main menu, all descriptions of each Gen are the description of each personality type from the quiz. You can play the generations in any order or don't have to do all 12, it's up to you!

I'm currently playing through this legacy, see my progress here beginning | recent

Happy Simming <3

ELLIE WILLIAMS

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warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, tribbing, usage of strap, usage of double ended dildo, overstimulating, usage of vibrator, pussy eating

──requested──

♡┃bouncing on your cock

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃overstimulating her

♡┃tribbing

♡┃you're on top but not in charge

♡┃fucking you from behind

♡┃going rougher than usual

♡┃rubbing her cunt against yours

♡┃starting slow

♡┃she loves using a double ended dildo

♡┃cumming while fucking you with the strap

♡┃fingering you from behind

♡┃eating you out

♡┃making you feel good

♡┃fucking yourself on her strap

lis girls 🌽 links

nsfw 18+

working on one for vi, cait jinx + sevika but i found this in my drafts and had to finish it since theres lots of abby + ellie so had to add my girlies too🙂‍↕️

chloe

♡ chloe eating you out

♡ riding loser! chloe’s strap

♡ you both get home from a concert and chloe’s been wanting to fuck you all night :3

♡ being her passenger princess is fun

♡ chloe domming you

♡ chloe using a vibrator on you

♡ chloe’s a certified munch <3

♡ waking up with her

♡ you’re needy and want her now <3

♡ chloe being pussydrunk on you

♡ tribbing w her

♡ you’re overstimulated but she’s not done eating

♡ riding chloe’s thigh

♡ chloe loves your tits

♡ loser!chloe can’t help but touch herself while you ride her face :3

♡ chloe fingering you in the bathroom while out at a bar

rachel

♡ taking her strap

♡ rach being rough with you

♡ tribbing w her <3

♡ rachel fingering you

♡ having a bath with her

♡ trying to dom her and failing :,)

♡ rachel riding your face

♡ rachel eating you out

♡ she can’t keep her hands off you

♡ she loves being ate

♡ worshipping her <3

♡ sleepover with her

♡ she doesn’t care that you’re both in public

♡ rachel finger fucking you dumb

♡ her choking you :3

♡ rach takes you to the bathroom at a party

max

♡ helping her cum

♡ riding her thigh

♡ you come home after a date w her

♡ max eating you out <3

♡ max fingering you while you stay over in her dorm

♡ max using the strap on you

♡ her fucking you with a dilly doe

♡ getting her off

♡ her praising you <3

♡ her fingering you :))

♡ masturbating with her

♡ she’s rlly rlly good at eating ur pussy <3

Legacy Challenges if you're burnt out on the game

Sims in Bloom by a-sims-garden

Whimsy Stories by kateraed

Occult Legacy by asphodelmoon

Occult Legacy Graphics by kimbasprite

Solar System Legacy by GinovaSims

Star Sign Legacy by GinovaSims

Joy of Life Challenge by simelune

Hallmark Lore Legacy by WestCoastCowgirl

Bromance Legacy by maice

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warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, usage of strap, thigh humping, face fucking, tribbing, rough sex, pussy eating, breast sucking, scissoring

── requested──

♡┃tribbing

♡┃face fucking

♡┃eating you out

♡┃she loves your tits

♡┃she doesn't bother to take your panties off

♡┃ass up face down, that's how she likes you

♡┃fucking you with her strap

♡┃pitfighter!vi taking her frustrations out on you

♡┃she loves when you hump her thigh

♡┃a quickie in the bathroom

♡┃fingering her

♡┃she always wants you

♡┃riding her leg

♡┃she fucks you so well, doesn't she?

♡┃fingering you early in the morning

♡┃no strap? doesn't matter

♡┃scissoring

♡┃fingering you