#A Simple Seduction

[overflowingshelf]

April & May 2025 Reading Recap

Do you ever just feel creatively, emotionally, and mentally tapped out? Cause that was me in May. And that’s why there were no posts last month and why I’m over a month overdue on my April recap. May hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was just EXHAUSTED. I barely even read anything as I was just so tapped out. I took a step back from reviewing and even posting on Instagram to reset, refresh, and…

[anghraine]

I know it's well-understood at this point that Kirk/Spock is much more of a nerd4nerd ship than a nerd/jock thing, but it's just been kind of percolating around my mind that both of them aren't just space nerds but space nerds who were personally bullied.

Like, 18-year-old Kirk was targeted by an older bully who combines "total asshole" with "the most grating man in existence":

MCCOY: Well, yeah, I'm beginning to feel a little bit picked-on, if that's what you mean. KIRK: I know the feeling very well. I had it at the Academy. An upperclassman there. One practical joke after another, and always on me. My own personal devil. A guy by the name of Finnegan. MCCOY: And you being the very serious young— KIRK: Serious? I'll make a confession, Bones. I was absolutely grim, which delighted Finnegan no end.

This was five years after Kirk survived a genocide, btw, and likely well before his stint as an Academy instructor known to be strict and demanding (which is the period the "stack of books with legs" description of him comes from). By the time he's 33, fifteen years after all this, it turns out one of his deepest fantasies is just beating the shit out of his bully, but only if he can do it According To The Rules (the replica of Finnegan sneers, "Always fight fair, don't you? True officer and gentleman, you").

Spock, meanwhile, is viciously targeted by his Vulcan peers for being biracial from at least age 5; he's described as being tormented by other boys by that age, and "at home nowhere except Starfleet." I think he'd have been 18 or 19 when he left for Starfleet and it's... the least bad of his options, but he seems to have spent his entire career among humans and being persistently subjected to raw racism and profound disrespect for his culture at every turn.

Like, their histories of being metaphorically shoved into lockers are not identical or anything, but I think it's interesting that they both have them.

[demonwebs-a]

would u feed the stray y or n

[sexylittleslutsls]

Lunchtime coffee dates …. ☕️☕️

[kaiserouo]

Marking

[extasiie]

What kind of love are you?

Love as a Performance

Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.

Tagged by: @charmantevamp

Tagging: @1end, @frxncaise, @polarean (for andrei, of course!), @melpomeneprose (uno reverse to your other account because i want to hear from my dear sister elenushka <3)

[cosmic-walkers]

what the hell, was the relationship between henry and thomas in the tudors?? they are a trainwreck in the making T-T

[novococain]

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[fellhellion]

Obsessed w the way Valmeia picks Astarion because she knows he’s a liar; she’s a liar! every scrap of power she ever accumulated was due to honey tongued lies. And there’s something safe about knowing Astarion being so very familiar in this respect.

[c4toru]

nanami secretly lovesss car sex

the two of you were driving home from an exhausting night of mingling with his overbearing coworkers and higher ups. the two of you had given each other subtle seductive glances throughout the event, eyes yearning for one another’s presence. even the simple caresses of his arm or the gentle circles he rubbed on the small of your back had you both tensed up.

which is how you’ve ended up here, pulled onto the side of the road with your seat pushed far back and kento knees deep in the passenger seat. your panties are pulled to the side under your slim dress as he sweetly pounds his thick cock into your mushy wet insides. “being such a good girl, t-taking it so well.. mmh” he grumbles, his hands cupping your face to plant sloppy kisses across your face

“you’re s-so deep ken.. nngh!” your silky dress is bunched up at your hips, thighs pressed intensely to your chest as your dainty hand sneaks its way down to rub soft circles on your puffy clit. “yeah pretty girl? ya feel your husband stretching that p-pretty pussy out— fuckk..” he whines, eyebrows in a deep furrow with his jaw slacked open. he’s staring down at you through his fogged up glasses so fervently, almost like he wants to swallow you whole.

“ah!.. m’gonna cum kento please— w-wait i’m sensitive!” he pulled the neck of your dress down allowing his spit covered lips to latch onto your perky nipple, sucking and biting on the hard bud while the rough pads of his fingers knead your plump flesh. “so sweet, can’t wait to make you a pretty mama and see these so full, hmm?” he teases, gripping the fat of your thigh as he slows his pace.

“yes! fill me up hngh.. don’t m-miss ken! m’cumming- ah” you cry, toes curling against the dashboard as you bury your head into his chest. you’re creaming all around his thick cock, cunt tightening as he’s angling his hips to fuck into you so deeply, repeatedly squishing his rotund tip against your sweet spot.

“oh fuck f-fuck take it nngh!” he’s huffing out high pitched whines, letting his precious wife suck all he has left in him. you’re reaching up to grapple onto his face to drown him in sweetened kisses, hands tangled in his hair as your sweaty foreheads press against each other. he’s giving you slow strokes, hips stuttering while he winces in overstimulation.

“want more kento, wan’ you to make me a mommy p-please..” you plead, staring up at him with your lovingly doe eyes. he’s in disbelief with your request but responds to you with a soft yet greedy,

“alright.”

a/n : hi guys!!! sorry for being so inactive lol i write as a side hobby so i can’t promise i’ll continue posting consistently but i hope you enjoy this c: thank u for the support always 🩷

[haloreign]

tag dump.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

more words for characterization (pt. 4)

Age

adolescent, afresh, ancient, antiquarian, antique, big, childish, crude, doddering, elderly, fresh, full-grown/full-fledged, green, hoary, immemorial, infant/infantile, junior, late, medieval, mint, modish, new, novel, older, old-fashioned, originally, outdated/out-of-date, passé, quaint, refreshing, secondhand, stale, state-of-the-art, undeveloped, up-to-date, well-preserved, youthful

Appearance

adorable, aesthetic/esthetic, artistic, beautiful, comely, crisp, dapper, decorative, desirable, dressy, exquisite, eye-catching, fancy, fetching, flawless, glorious, good-looking, graceful, grungy, hideous, homely, irresistible, natty, ornate, plain, pretty, refreshing, resplendent, seductive, spiffy, striking, stylish, ugly, unbecoming, willowy, with-it

Genuineness

abstract, actually, alias, apocryphal, apparently, arty, authentic, baseless, beta, bona fide, circumstantial, concrete, contrived, credible, deceptive, delusive, dreamy, ecclesiastical, empirical/empiric, enigmatic/enigmatical, ersatz, ethereal, factual, fallacious, fantastic, far-fetched, fictitious, foolproof, fraudulent, good, hard, historical, honest-to-God, illusory/illusive, imitative, indisputable, invisible, just, lifelike, made-up, magic/magical, make-believe, matter-of-fact, metaphysical, monstrous, mystic/mystical, mythical/mythological, nonexistent, openhearted, ostensibly, paranormal, physical, positive, pretended, quack, quite, realistic, right, sincerely, specious, spurious, supernatural, synthetic, tangible, true, unearthly, unnatural, unthinkable, unvarnished, unworldly, valid, veritable, wholehearted/whole-hearted, wrong

Movement

ambulatory, brisk, clumsy, fleet, fluent, frozen, gawky, graceless, immobile, indolent, itinerant, leisurely, lifeless, liquid, lithe, maladroit, migrant/migratory, motionless, moving, nomadic, oafish, passive, pendulous/pendent, portable, restless, roundabout, sedentary, slow, speedy, static, vibrant, winding

Style

adorable, baroque, becoming, black, bold, brassy, cheap, class, classy, contemporary, country, cultural, dashing, dowdy, eat high on the hog, exquisite, featureless, flamboyant, floral, flowery, formless, futuristic, garish, gay, glamorous, gorgeous, grand, graphic, hot, improvised, informal, innovative, kinky, loud, lush, luxurious, mean, meretricious, modish, neat, new, obsolete, old-fashioned, orderly, ornamental, ostentatious, outdated/out-of-date, palatial, picturesque, plush, posh, prevalent, quaint, refined, resplendent, rustic, scruffy, sharp, simple, sleazy, smart, snazzy, spiffy, spruce, stately, state-of-the-art, stylish, swank/swanky, tacky, tasteless, tousled, two-bit, unbecoming, unworldly, up-to-date, vogue

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[rafeovermorals]

YOUR OLD NEIGHBOR JOEL who becomes your personal handyman.. always fixing things around the house for you. something broken? you bring it to him and he’ll take care of it.

he teased you at first. “no boyfriend to do this?” he questioned in his usual nonchalant, grumpy tone.. but when you replied that you were single, you saw his lips tug into a smirk.

after a while you didn’t have to ask anymore. joel came over on his own accord just to find things to repair, it made him feel useful that way.

he warmed up to you over time. “it’s no problem, darlin’. not like i got much else to do these days.” you always offered him a cup of coffee as a thank you, which he accepted.

you would help him too. he was skilled with his hands, but electronics were a different story. when he finally upgraded from his flip phone, he didn’t have a clue in the world on what to do with it. “not my generation.” he grumbled, clearly struggling to figure it out.

he was too embarrassed to ask. “let me do it for you, old man.” you teased with a giggle, snatching the device from him. you got everything ready to go— going the extra mile to downloaded tinder and offering to set up a profile for him.. even though he swore he’d never use it.

you added your number to joel’s contacts. it was the only number, actually. he texted like a dad, responding to your texts with a flat “sure.” or “no.” until you taught him what emojis were, then he sometimes used the thumbs up or a heart.

he gave in one day, deciding to try out the dating apps. his profile was simple— classic joel. nothing really special about it.. except that all of the pictures he had were taken by you.

he scrolled through, pressing ‘x’ on each women that was prompted to him. he was ready to delete it all together.. but a familiar face popped up. you.

your profile was unlike anything he’d seen from the others. you stood out from the rest, of course you did. he swiped back and forth between your pictures.. his cock stirring in his pants at the sight of one with you in a bikini. you were alluring, a seductive smile that was bound to attract endless messages.

he felt dirty for staring too long. it was wrong, yet he couldn’t get himself to look away. why were you on there, anyway? a pretty girl like you had no business searching for love on this app full of perverted, lonely men like himself. even if so.. why would it show your account to him when he’s three times your age? he knew for a fact that the user had choice in what range they were interested in— you told him that.

the thought stuck with him. those flirty remarks, sneaking glances, and lingering touches clicked in his mind. before he could regret it, he pressed the ‘✓’ beside your name with a hold of his breath.

YOU HAVE A MATCH!

quick drabble because this picture posted today sent me into an old handyman!joel spiral. i’ve seen a few neighbor/fixer upper fics, but i want to link inspo to this one as it is one of my favorite reads on here!

[lamaery]

As promised here the additions for the first part of Sandra Branderson's Way of Kings (Part 1 ... yes, why only make one if you can split them, does the full hardcover copy of Brandon Sanderson's Way of Kings fit into this jacket, yes... it only shows how PROLIFIC Sandra is. All that slow burn takes up space.)  As with the other covers, the amazing text (and that first ID) is written and put into layout by the wonderful @priscellie

💙💜 on the back of the cover 💜💙 

“I’d decided I couldn’t do it, but you convinced me that truth was not as simple as I thought it. You’ve opened a box full of storms in me. I made a mistake. I’ll make more. I need you.” Jasnah took a deep breath. “Sit down.” Shallan sat.

In the cavernous halls of the Kharbranth Palaneum, where ancient secrets lie hidden among the dusty tomes, young and fiery Shallan Davar seeks more than just knowledge. Drawn by desperation to protect her crumbling house, Shallan sets her sights on the enigmatic Jasnah Kholin, sister to the king, renowned for her scholarship and infamous for her heresy and icy demeanor.

Amid sharp debates and lessons in philosophy, sparks fly in the most unexpected of ways. As the two women navigate the shadows of trust and betrayal, secrets of both heart and history are uncovered.

(Also, a bunch of sweaty, desperate, shirtless men learn how to use their spears, if you know what I mean.).

“Smart, seductive, and utterly spellbinding. Sandra Branderson’s novels are the stuff of legend!” Jordanne Roberts 

💙💜 Praise for Sandra 💜💙

“Nobody writes romance like Sandra!” Dana G. Abbledon

“In Elantris, Branderson has crafted a lush tapestry of passion, power, and romance that burns brighter than any aon.” Booklist

“Isn’t Warbreaker already a romance novel?” Some Dude on Reddit

“I have already bought 631 copies of this book based on the cover alone.” Argent

“Sandra Branderson writes all the steamy romances that Brandon can only allude to.” - io9

“ANOTHER one? Already?” Martina George

“Sandra Branderson must be stopped.” Patricia Rothfaux

“It’s possible to take a joke too far.” Neither of these collaborators at any stage of this project.

[goyardgoyangi]

𐙚 sports car pt. 1 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⌗ pairings: sukuna x reader

⌗ summary: sukuna’s used to being in control— on the streets, in the sheets, and everywhere in between. but then you show up, watching him speed through the finish line like it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen (because, honestly, it is), and before he can smirk in your direction, you beat him to it. a simple bite turns into a steamy mess in the backseat of his car at a drive-in. sukuna wants it to be a one-night thing. but then why can’t he stop thinking about you?

⌗ word count: 3.3k

♥ pt. 2 ♥ masterlist ♥

You stand at the edge of the crowd, watching as cars line up at the makeshift starting line. You aren’t here for the cars—not really. You notice Sukuna the moment he arrives— it’s impossible not to with his striking tattoos, the cocky way he carries himself, and the absolute menace in his smirk. His car, a matte black Nissan GT-R with burgundy-red accents, looks just as ruthless as he does. He leans against the hood, eyes scanning the competition like a king surveying his territory.

There's no denying that he's handsome— sharp jawline, impossibly perfect cheekbones, eyes that burn like embers under the glow of streetlights. Even his scars, jagged and unapologetic, only add to his allure. He crosses his arms, exuding effortless control. He doesn’t just own the space; he owns the entire night.

The race is over in seconds. Sukuna wins, obviously. It isn’t even close. You aren’t surprised— how could someone who looks like that ever lose? He has the kind of presence that makes anything less than winning seem absurd.

When he steps out of his car, dripping in arrogance, you walk up without hesitation, tilting your head slightly as he looks down at you with amusement, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

He’s just so damn attractive, too sharp, too cocky, too effortlessly seductive. The kind of man who could ruin someone without even trying. And that’s why you want to watch the way his lips curve into a smirk, hear that voice in a more sultry setting that doesn’t involve screeching tires.

You just smile. “Wanna get a burger?”

For the first time all night, Sukuna hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want to—he absolutely does. You’re hot, and he’s used to women throwing themselves at him, but they never ask. They linger, they flirt, they wait for him to take control. He’s used to making the first move, to dominating the space, to pulling them in with that razor-sharp smirk and letting them know they don’t really have a choice.

You? You just invite him out like it’s no big deal. Like he is no big deal.

He’s intrigued by that.

“All right, sweetheart,” he says, spinning his keys around his finger with lazy precision, the metal glinting under the streetlights. He lets them twirl once more before catching them effortlessly, smirking as he looks at you. “Let’s see what you’re about.”

By the time you reach the drive-thru, you're mid-story about a disastrous first date you once had— something about a guy who spent the entire time talking about crypto. Sukuna actually finds himself laughing, something rare enough to surprise even him. You definitely aren’t intimidated by him, most people either fear him or admire him from a distance, but you just…talk. Like you’ve known him forever.

The drive-thru itself is part of an old-school car movie theater, the kind that plays classics on a massive outdoor screen while people eat in their cars. Sukuna pulls into a spot near the back, where the glow of the projector flickers against his windshield. The night air is cool, but the inside of his GT-R feels warm, thick with the scent of fresh burgers and the lingering trace of his spicy cologne. You unwrap your food casually, now paying more attention to the movie playing in front of you than to the man sitting beside you.

“So, what’s the deal?” Sukuna asks, watching you with lazy interest as you dip a fry into your shake.

“With?”

“You.”

You lick a bit of chocolate off your lip before answering, slow and absentminded— but his eyes follow the movement, sharp and unreadable. It’s such a simple thing, but somehow, it feels deliberate. Seductive, even.

His grip on his keys tightens for half a second before he spins them around his finger again, leaning back like he isn’t affected.

“Nothing,” you say casually. “I just thought you were hot, and I wanted a burger.”

His smirk deepens, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. “That simple, huh?”

You shrug, popping the fry into your mouth like you aren’t playing with fire. “You don’t look like you think that hard about anything.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his face— but it’s quickly replaced with an unexpected chuckle. He should be offended. But you aren’t treating him like some street racing legend, or like he’s someone to be wary of.

You aren’t scared, aren’t trying to play coy, and sure as hell aren’t trying to impress him.

It pisses him off how much he likes it.

He doesn’t believe in fate or any of that shit, but something about tonight feels different. Something about you feels different.

You take another sip of your milkshake, licking from your lips before catching the way Sukuna’s gaze darkens. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at your mouth. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you actually want to fuck me.”

Sukuna shifts in his seat, turning toward you fully now. His arm drapes lazily over the back of your headrest, closing the space between you as he leans in. His scent— something dark, spicy, and unmistakably masculine— wraps around you, making the air feel even warmer.

He lets out a low chuckle, his fingers drumming against your thighs. “And what if I am?”

The inside of Sukuna’s car feels smaller now, the air thick with something heavier than the scent of fries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow, acting unbothered even as your pulse quickens slightly. “Then I guess you should do something about it.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightens as he lifts you slightly, his crimson eyes glinting with that feral edge you’ve come to crave. “Ride me, but don’t you dare move those hips.” He repositions you effortlessly, settling you atop him in the cramped driver’s seat.

His cock, hard beyond belief, buries deep inside your pussy, fills you to the brim, stretching you in a deliciously overwhelming way.

He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t give you the friction you’re dying for—just keeps you there, cockwarming him, your walls clenching around his pulsing length as he leans back with a wicked grin.

His rough hands start to slide up your waist, calloused fingers brushing the curve of your waist before cupping your breasts. “Look at these,” he growls, squeezing them firmly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples until they harden under his touch.

He dips his head, his hot breath fanning across your chest, and then his mouth is on you. His lips latch onto one nipple, sucking hard, the wet heat of his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. He flicks it with quick, teasing strokes, then drags the flat of his tongue over it in a slow, deliberate lick that sends a jolt straight to your core.

You can’t help it— a soft whimper escapes your lips, your body trembling as his mouth works you over.

Sukuna’s teeth graze the tender flesh, making you gasp, and then he sucks again, pulling the nipple deeper into his mouth. His tongue rolls around it, sloppy and relentless, leaving a trail of spit that glistens on your skin.

He switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment—latching on with a hungry growl, sucking until it’s swollen and aching, his tongue tracing lazy circles before flicking the tip sharply.

The sounds start spilling out of you, quiet at first— little whimpers that catch in your throat, then soft moans as his mouth grows more insistent.

“S-Sukuna…” you breathe, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body quivering from the torment of his stillness inside you and the onslaught on your chest.

Each moan seems to stoke something in him; you feel his cock throb harder, swelling even more within your tight heat. It’s like your sounds are fueling him, his length twitching against your walls, hot and heavy, stretching you further with every pulse.

He groans against your breast, the vibration rumbling through your core as he pulls back slightly, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your glistening nipple.

“Fuck, keep making those noises,” he mutters, as his tongue leaves your breasts slick with spit as he alternates between them—sucking one while pinching the other between his fingers, rolling the bud until you’re whining helplessly on his cock.

You can feel it throbbing again, harder this time, and you swear you can feel every vein pressing into you, the sensation driving you wild as you sit there, impaled and desperate.

Sukuna’s grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he suddenly lifts you off his lap, his cock slipping out of you with a wet, obscene schlick that echoes in the tight confines of his sports car.

You feel the absence of his thick heat immediately, your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping with a mix of your arousal and his precum.

“Backseat,” he snarls, his voice rough and commanding, a primal edge to it that makes your thighs quiver. “Now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to move on your own— Sukuna manhandles you with ease, tossing you into the sleek, leather-clad backseat of his car like you’re a ragdoll.

The cushions squeak under your weight as you land on your back, legs splayed open, your slick folds glistening in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Sukuna climbs in after you, his massive frame filling the space, the car dipping slightly under his bulk.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard" he growls, grabbing your thighs and forcing them apart until your knees nearly touch the sides of this car.

You’re breathless, chest heaving as he positions himself between your legs.

The head of his cock brushes against your entrance, hot and heavy, smearing your clit with a mix of precum and your own dripping wetness. He doesn’t ease in— he thrusts, hard and deliberate, the blunt tip forcing your folds apart with a slick, squelching pop.

You cry out as he stretches you open, the first inch sinking in with a slow, burning pressure.

“Fuck, you’re so warm,” Sukuna grunts he grips your hips, pulling you onto him. His cock plunges deeper into, the thickness of it splitting you wide, every vein dragging against your walls with an instictive intensity.

You hear the wet slap of skin on skin as he bottoms out, his heavy balls pressing against your ass, the tip kissing your cervix with a dull, delicious ache.

Your pussy squirts a little, a hot gush of fluid coating his base, and the sound, a lewd squelch, fills the car, mingling with your shaky moan.

He starts fucking you then, hard and fast, the backseat creaking with every brutal thrust.

“Take it,” he snarls, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock in to the hilt again and again. Each plunge makes a filthy schlop-schlop-schlop as your soaked pussy grips him, sucking him back in every time he pulls out to the tip.

You’re whimpering now, a string of “Kuna— oh fuck—ngh!” spilling from your lips, your hands clawing at the leather for purchase. His grunts are guttural, animalistic— “Yeah, that’s it— fuckin’ take me”—his breath hitching as your walls flutter around him, squeezing tighter with every slam.

The air grows thick with the sounds of your bodies colliding— the wet smack of his balls against your ass, the rhythmic creak of the car springs, the faint drip-drip of your arousal pooling beneath you on the seat.

Sukuna leans down, his chest pressing against yours, and you feel the heat radiating off his tattooed skin as he pounds into you, relentless, the drag of his cock inside you driving you both crazy.

Sukuna’s thrusts grow more erratic, his hips stuttering against yours. The backseat creaks and groans under the force of his movements, the leather squeaking with each brutal snap of his hips.

Your pussy is a mess— swollen, dripping, stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, a constant stream of wet sounds filling the car as he fucks you mercilessly. You can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he leans down, his face hovering inches from yours.

Without warning, he spits— hard and thick, the saliva landing on your lips and dripping down your chin. The gesture is possessive, marking you as his.

"Open," Sukuna growls, his voice strained with impending release.

You obey instinctively, parting your lips, and he kisses you messily. His spit mingles with yours, the taste of him filling your senses. He swallows your moans, his hips pistoning faster, his cock swelling inside you as he chases his climax.

Your hands roam his back, nails digging into the hard muscles, leaving crescent marks on his skin.

You can feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath ghosting over your sweat-slicked collarbones.

With a final, harsh thrust, Sukuna buries himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing almost violently as he reaches his peak. A loud groan tears from his throat, the sound echoing through the car as he begins to cum.

Hot, thick ropes of semen erupt from his tip, painting your chest and stomach in white streaks.

It's an intense, messy release— his hips jerking forward with each spurt, cum coating you as he empties himself. You can't help but moan, your back arching off the seat, pressing your breasts up to catch more of his essence.

He looks down at the mess he's made— your chest and stomach coated in his semen, your pussy swollen and leaking. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice husky and sated. "Covered in my cum like a good little slut."

Without warning, he leans down and starts licking his own release off your skin. His tongue swipes through the sticky mess, lapping it up with obvious enjoyment.

Sukuna's tongue is hot and rough against your skin as he cleans you up, his mouth making obscene slurping noises as he sucks his own cum off your breasts. He hums, the vibrations sending shivers through you.

He circles your nipples with his tongue, the sensitive buds still hard and aching from his earlier ministrations. Each flick and swirl makes you gasp, your back arching off the seat as you chase more of that delicious friction.

Your mewls fill the car, soft and needy, as Sukuna teases you mercilessly. His lips close around one nipple, sucking hard, and you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. "Please, Kuna, want more."

Sukuna's eyes flash with a wicked gleam at your plea. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, only to latch onto the other, sucking it into his mouth with bruising force.

His hand comes up to pinch and roll the neglected bud, the dual stimulation sending electric shocks straight to your core.

"Beg for it," he growls against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. "Beg me to let you cum again."

Sukuna's smirk widens at your desperate pleas, his fingers now pressing against your clit as he feels you teetering on the edge. He increases the pressure, his touch growing more insistent, and you can't help but buck your hips, chasing the friction.

Your moans fill the car, a constant stream of needy sounds that only seem to fuel Sukuna's desire.

He sucks your nipple harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and that's when you snap. The orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing as raw pleasure consumes you. Your pussy clenches and spasms, gushing around Sukuna's fingers once more.

As your orgasm subsides, Sukuna slows his fingers to soothing circles on your oversensitive clit. He releases your nipple with a final, gentle suck, pressing a soft kiss to the tender bud. "Shh," hemurmurs, his voice surprisingly tender as he pulls you into his arms.

"You did so well, so fucking good for me."

He holds you close, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively as you tremble in the aftermath. His hands run soothing patterns on your back, his touch gentle and comforting.

"I've got you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've got you."

He reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of wet wipes and cleans you up, wiping away the sweat, saliva, and cum that coats your skin.

Once you're clean, Sukuna helps you sit up, pulling you onto his lap so you're cradled against his chest. His large hand rests on your thigh, squeezing gently as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You good?" he asks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it, softer than it should be.

You nod, snuggling closer to him, and he tightens his arms around you in response.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his breath warm against your hair. "Took my cock so well, sounded so pretty for me." He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest.

Sukuna maneuvers the both of you back to the front seats and starts the car, the engine purring to life. He wraps a jacket around your shoulders, tucking it in around you to keep you warm.

As he pulls out of the parking lot, he keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin. The motion is soothing, and combined with the gentle vibrations of the car and the warmth of Sukuna's leather jacket, you find yourself drifting off to sleep despite your best efforts to stay awake.

The ride to your apartment is quiet. Sukuna’s car hums with the low growl of the engine, the kind of noise that is familiar and comforting to him. He glances over at your sleeping form, a soft smile playing on his lips. You look so peaceful, so vulnerable, curled up in his jacket.

His thoughts drift, replaying the moments before— your body pressed against his, the way you felt, the way you moved. He can still feel the heat of you against him, the softness of your lips, how you pulsed around him.

Sukuna's thoughts turn dark, possessive. He wants to fuck you out, to mold your tight walls around his dick as if they were made for him and him alone, fill you up so completely that no one else will ever compare, so you can't ever take anyone else. He wants to train your body to be addicted to him, so only he could satisfy your desires.

Tonight was supposed to be nothing— it was just supposed to be a one-off, a casual fuck. But now that the drive is nearing your place, Sukuna realizes it isn’t as simple as that for him.

As you stir awake, your eyes flutter open to find Sukuna's large hand resting possessively on your thigh. The car is parked outside your apartment building, the engine off and the interior dimly lit by the glow of the streetlights. Sukuna is staring at you, his crimson eyes intense and filled with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"We're here."

As blink up at him, still groggy from sleep, he grins, making him oddly look almost… sweet. You open the door, slipping out of the car with the cutest stumble that only makes him want you even more. "Goodnight Kuna."

He leans back against his seat, watching you head for the entrance of the building. And for the first time in his life, Sukuna is left with an unfamiliar ache.

You hadn’t asked for his number. You hadn’t asked for anything. You had just… left.

Sukuna sits in his car for a long moment, staring at the empty space where you had been, his mind racing. What the hell? He isn’t some sentimental idiot.

He’s used to getting exactly what he wants, never having to chase after a girl, especially not after a single night.

But something about you makes him want something he’s never wanted before. Sukuna looks up at your apartment building one last time before starting the engine, his thoughts swirling in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

[deykxn]

The way I like to play is all about letting sims do their own thing and following their goals, making their own stories, and kind of just seeing where the game (or rather mods) take me. It’s more fun when things happen unexpectedly, and it helps keep the game from getting boring!!

You can mix this playstyle into any challenge like Rags to Riches, 100 Babies, whatever - It’s not really a challenge on its own, just a different approach to playing The Sims 4! 🙂‍↕️ https://www.youtube.com/deykxn This list will continue to get updated over time, probably missing some rules but hopefully this makes for a good base! Recommended Mods: Coolspear's Improved Autonomy Have Some Personality Please Social Variety Wants & Fears Lumpinou Pro Library LGBTQIA+ Mod Drama Unleashed Carl's Gameplay Overhaul Sim Control Hub Romantic Extensions More Kisses Better Midlife Crisis Goals General Rules: No cheats for money No exiting without saving Try to keep most interactions autonomous - No instigated flirting/woohoo - Friendly Interactions are okay to instigate - Mod interactions for storytelling mods are okay to instigate do NOT stop your sims from being mean/arguing!! this is something i know a lot of us do but if sims don't get along let them not get along - and turn mean autonomy back on with mcc if you've turned it off!! - Everytime you add an outfit in CAS subtract -100 Simoleons from your Sim! Mindset: Before you do anything major in the game - ask yourself “would this actually happen in real life?” Does it make sense for your sim’s current situation? How would it fit into their story? Try to treat your sims like they’re real people with emotions, goals, and limitations!!

Housing: Don't purchase a fully decorated perfect little house, always move your sims into either empty lots or shells and fill them up over time! We are allowed to move If a house was built up rags to riches style we are allowed to ‘sell’ it for it’s full price If moved into a shell we won’t get money for the property from moving out Repairs must be made using the ‘repair’ interactions or hiring a service 'replacing' is not allowed For every lot challenge we can put one lot trait that brings in a positive - Simple Living lot trait has to be applied Wants & Fears: Try to complete at least one want before each refresh Fears do not have to be conquered Try to complete the heirs Bucket List - Bucket List goals have to be randomized If in a midlife crisis pay extra special attention to those goals!! Personality: Aspirations - Randomized allowed to re-roll the aspiration after each birthday! Sims 4 Aspiration Generator Traits - Randomized Personality Discoveries have to be decided by the yes or no wheel Yes No Picker Wheel - Get Yes or No Answer by Spinning

Jobs: Not allowed to take Phone Job opportunities For the heir try to pick a ‘open career’ e.g. Small Business, Freelance, etc. - Allowed to do Odd Jobs/Side Hustles/Part-time Jobs Career has to align with the sims’ personality You are allowed to apply for goverment benefits Spouses/Partners: No moving in until Sim gets the want or Partner proposes it - Partner does not bring in money from moving in!! No Engagement/Marriage until Sim gets a want or partner proposes it - If Partner proposes moving in/marriage/engagement the yes or no wheel has to be spun Yes No Picker Wheel - Get Yes or No Answer by Spinning Wicked Whims: Random Sex offers have to go through the yes or no wheel - established partners can just accept/decline Seductive Looks have to go through the yes or no wheel Pregnancy: If one, or both, Parents do not want a child the yes or no wheel has to decide Yes No Picker Wheel - Get Yes or No Answer by Spinning - If the wheel says yes to terminating the Pregnancy but we do not have money to terminate it the pregnancy will go through!

Offspring: Naming: Go down the ABC per Sim Traits: Always randomized - unless you have an established idea for the sim Heir can be whoever we vibe with the most Lumpinou Mods: Interactions have to always be decided by fate Death: If a Sim dies we are not allowed to plead for their life Cannot bring a Sim back from the dead No interactions with ghosts unless the Sim is very into the Paranormal Wheel of Drama Can be used whenever you're bored! Not needed but definetly adds a little spice to calm eras. 🙂‍↕️ https://spinthewheel.app/sims-4-wheel-of-drama Save File: Cheating for money/aspirations/etc is allowed for anyone outside of the main heir for storytelling purposes - If you need some townies make sure to check out #deytownies on the gallery!! DON'T get caught up trying to make the perfect save file - grab some builds from the Gallery, swap out EA townies for ones you like better, and let your world grow and evolve as you go. It doesn’t have to be perfect!! Our main Priority is having FUN!!