#jealous of my own sim..

[mikachusblog]

Sydney's dorm room

[trailerparkdad]

welcome to the life of a quiet lab technician

[yeahyosims]

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[fiendishartist2]

the fact that martin is like "teehee im so nice and i want everyone to be happy and safe :)" until anyone even LOOKS in jon's direction is so funny to me

(image 1): "let's gouge our eyes out and run away together"

(image 2): "it was the most romantic thing i've ever heard" "martin i think smth's wrong with us"

(image 3): "i think the boss has something going on w/ that police woman~" (gripped w/ jealousy)

[black-rose-writings]

You know, in terms of "worst place to look up references for a visual project", I would say your aunt's FB page is definitelly up there.

[sommersong]

@cordoliae as n.ikolai l.antsov : how would i know, if you never told me?

THE INFERNI’S HEAD FEELS SO STUFFED FULL OF COTTON THAT THE ONLY THING HE KNOWS FOR SURE IS HOW LITTLE HE WANTS TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION. his temples throb and his stomach roils uncomfortably even as he sits moodily in a plump armchair before @cordoliae, the second born prince, in chambers far more elaborate than fitting for the current state of simeon sommerfeld. although he's at least somewhat confident he won't be sick here, all he really wants is to tuck himself in bed with some biscuits and a spiked tea and sleep it all off. at least until the next time he feels the itch to make a mess of himself again. he hasn't bothered to try to cover the aroma of kvas that undoubtedly lingers around him, partially because he's confident it would be impossible and partially because the smell of liquor certainly conceals evidence of even less savory activities. not that he cares what nikolai notices. simeon is far too small a player in this world to matter anyway, and he can take care of himself.

not that it had felt like that when tolya dragged him practically by the scruff of his neck from the room he'd rented in a little inn just within the bounds of the inner city, while tamar bargained ( questionable ) promises of payment with the owner even for the privilege of allowing sim to leave at all. somehow, despite the state of him, he'd managed to flash a charming wink to the companion in his sheets who would undoubtedly expect a note from sim that would never come. simeon has no doubt the innkeeper would have tolerated and even welcomed his rowdy behavior – not least because he draws customers with his particular skill of becoming life of the party – if it weren't for the rather enormous unpaid bill he's racked up throughout his time in the city.

he could say he wasn't used to not having the funds, that in ketterdam his family's accounts were easily accessible and already had lines of credit extended to his frequented locations, that he'd been on a ship most of the time since and hadn't been prepared. but the truth is, he's not at all unaware of the hole he's been digging for himself since reaching the city. he likes the bitterness of its taste, the way it makes him feel untouchable one moment and chipped away the next. for all his posturing, he feels he deserves this moment, as well. he deserves nikolai's disapproval as much as he deserves this wretched hangover. in a way, he welcomes it like a foul-tasting tonic to combat sickness. in another, he remains steadfastly stubborn, his jaw squared, his eyes narrowed and arms crossed over his chest as he stares stonily at a spot on the gilded wall. never mind the sallow and pale state of his skin, never mind the fact that his hands would shake if he uncrossed his arms.

" because maybe you don't have to know everything, moi tsarevich. " some rational part of him tries not to make the title sound like a curse, but fails rather miserably. it emerges in half a hiss, lip twitching into a bit of a curl even though he still refuses to look at the prince. yell at me, go on, shake your head, tell me how disappointing I am, scold me, admonish me, tell me I embarrass you and your crown, cast me out and send me away now that you've seen me for what I really am. to some degree, he's grateful for the hangover, if only because it mutes his ability to summon ; his anger – at himself, at nikolai, at whoever he can be mad at – doesn't leak natural gas, doesn't threaten to light the palace on fire this morning. " because I didn't want to tell you. is that what you wanted to hear? happy now? "

his eyes wander from his chosen spot on the wall to a bottle of brandy sitting temptingly on a cart not far away. it reminds him of the flask in his pocket, which suddenly seems so much heavier, so much more distracting. his jaw flexes again and he pulls his mug of tea closer to him on the tray beside him, pausing a moment before snatching the flask from its place and pouring a thumb of brandy into his delicate porcelain cup as though it's nothing. his gaze finally finds nikolai's, blue eyes hardening icily as if daring him to challenge his decision to remedy his state with more liquor. his stomach threatened to heave when he caught a whiff as he raised the teacup to his lips, but he forced it back, and once he managed to take a sip, his stomach seemed to calm almost immediately.

" it's not your concern, nikolai. I'm not important enough to be able to soil your reputation, nor will my habits affect your coffers. I've written to my mother, I'll have funds incoming shortly. " he doesn't mention anything about having already burned through far more than his cut of the spoils from his time on the volkvolny, but at this point, it seems rather pointless to discuss at all. nor does he see any point in mentioning that he's typically not so poor with his money ; such revelations will likely only lead to more questions he has no desire to answer. " I can take care of myself, I assure you. you're free to focus on your princely duties. courting the sun summoner. whatever it is you're up to these days. not that I see enough of you lately to know. " cutting, yes, but also not nearly as true as it should be for him to even bother bringing it up. even though it's likely she can't hear all the way outside the doors to nikolai's chambers, he can almost feel tamar's judgment. " if you'd prefer me back in ketterdam, just say the word and send me back across the fold. it's not as though I can refuse the command of the prince. "

[cathnospam]

(When Bakugo speaks and it’s italics it means he’s speaking in English and when you speak in italics it means you’re speaking Japanese.)

Everybody keeps wanting more of Bakugo and his Foreign GF with their language barrier so here:

When Bakugo first met you all those years ago it didn’t click immediately you couldn’t speak Japanese, all you did was understand a few phrases.

You both were doing Hero work in America and you never really spoke, just giving everybody smiles, waves, and nods, and so he thought you were mute for a moment.

“Do you speak or something? Why don’t you talk?”

When you gave him a confused look he kept yelling until you covered his mouth and typed: “I barely speak Japanese. Sorry.”

Being so naive if you knew him you wouldn’t have dared put your hand to his mouth, but surprisingly enough he didn’t mind it, he did grab your wrist after though. Which is why he took your phone and stored his number in there stating if you want to speak to him (Because of course you would he’s Bakugo the future #5 hero in Japan) then text him.

Weird. Very weird guy.

Eventually he started to approach you more, forgetting you can’t speak his language so he either points or texts you.

He was only in the States for a few more days, but he managed to make some progress getting to know you even with the difficulties behind it.

He did however managed to learn a couple new words for you.

“Hungry.”

“What?”

He smacks his face and points across the street to a restaurant, “Food.”

“Oh!” You giggle at his accent, “Yes we can go to the restaurant.”

“Rest…taurant…tcht…..stupid.”

Bakugo became a decent learner, English was hard as hell to work on so most of it was broken, but when he got back to Japan you both had study lessons together through FaceTime and the few times a year when you visit.

He taught you Japanese and you taught him English.

Years later when you finally came to visit is when he decided to ask you out.

“Girlfriend….my girlfriend….or date —- I sound so fucking stupid trying to ask you out—whatever.”

“Are you …asking me out?”

The blondie was impressed by how fast you learned, seeing that you still struggled with verbs. Which he definitely clowned you for, but you didn’t have a clue about it.

He scoffs and nods reluctantly , somewhat jealous you don’t have too many complications with Japanese as much as he thought anymore.

“Date….later.”

You felt your cheeks get warm, it’s not like you didn’t expect it, considering how much touchier he’s gotten towards you since you got there and even during texting he throws in a few flirts and compliments, he wasn’t a bad guy what so ever so often course you say yes.

“How about 7pm tonight after class?”

“That’s my job to say the time!”

“Yeaaaahhh I still don’t understand what you said, but Immma assume from context you’re upset.”

He just blinks at you with a frustrated look, and his mouth in a straight line, only hearing the words, “Upset” and “What you said” being translated in his brain, when you speak english you sound like a sim.

His words by the way.

The thing about you not understanding Japanese completely is that there were so many times through out the date he would compliment you and say some of the most sweetest things that he knew you wouldn’t understand.

“You look stunning in that dress.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Your smile is gorgeous.”

“All I understood was smile. You want me to smile more?”

“No!”

He managed to get away with a lot. And so did you.

The first date you both had went more than perfect, it was cute because there was still moments where you and him managed to practice different words to each other. He spoke in broken English to show you how to eat Pho and you spoke Japanese to order your own food.

He was a bit proud to say the least.

When the date had to come to its sad close he walked you back to your hotel, you wanted to invite him back, seeing as you clearly felt a connection from him not just as a friend, but maybe more however you didn’t want him to think you were easy.

Not that he would’ve thought so anyways he was hoping you would invite him back.

Bakugo looked at you expectantly when you unlocked your door, almost as if he was waiting to hear something he probably wouldn’t even comprehend. Instead though you give him something better first when you place your lips on his, “That is what you call a kiss.”

“Kiss.” He repeats, accent still thick and raspy, his hand rubbing your waist, your body being ever pled by his natural warmth, “Kiss…me…more.”

Giggling you do so, which did indeed lead to you inviting him back to your room for learning more about these kisses he loves so damn much now.

[uronlywon]

INTENTIONAL OR UNINTENTIONAL? ; drabble ➤ overstimulation with hyung line + jungwon . . .

pairing .ᐟ hyung line + jungwon x afab!reader

contains .ᐟ dom!heeseung, soft dom!jay, dom!jake, mean dom!sunghoon, dom!jungwon, jay being husband material at the end, sunghoon being down right mean

warnings .ᐟ MINORS DNI, porn without plot, overstimulation, use of pet names (pretty, baby, love), riding (heeseung), praising (heeseung + jake), mentions of dacryphilia (sunghoon), jealous sex (jungwon), lmk if there’s more

vee's note .ᐟ i wrote this in about 2 hours at 4am (finished 6am)  so if some parts don’t make sense, i’m sorry. feel free to tell me if there are any parts that i could improve a bit :D also you can kind of tell where my creativity plummets lmaoo

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LEE HEESEUNG (이희승) — intentional I feel like Heeseung is the type to make you overstimulate yourself. You’d be riding him, and after your first orgasm, he’d tell you to keep going.

“C’MON, pretty. Keep moving those hips f’me,” he’d say. Listening to his orders, you’d make an attempt to continue moving your hips on him, but due to the sensitivity you gained, your attempt was quite pathetic. “H..Hee, I can’t– ‘m tired..”, you whine, halting your movements to a stop. I just know he’d laugh at how fucked out you are. “Tired? You were just fine a minute ago, baby,” he teases, brushing the hair sticking to your face out of the way. “That’s fine, pretty, that’s why I’m here,” Heeseung continues, placing his warm hands on either side of your hip bones. “You look so gorgeous like this, Y/n. Could have you on my cock all day,” He would coo and end up moving your hips for you. ”That’s it, taking me so well, hm?”

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other members ⬇️

PARK JONGSEONG (박종성) — intentional / unintentional I’m a little bit on the fence for Jay. I can see him overstimulating you both intentionally and unintentionally in the same fuck session.

HE'D start off intentionally, pushing you a bit after your first orgasm, “Sorry, love, just a little bit more–”, he’d say this because he was trying to reach his own high, but to do that, you’d have to hang on a little longer. Passing that, he wouldn’t realise you’ve already had enough, making it to the point where you have to tell him to stop, “Ha-.. Jay! Can’t take anymore!”. I feel like he just wouldn’t realise how many more times you’ve came after the first time, if that makes sense, “Ah fuck– I’m sorry Y/n.” In the end Jay would apologise and give you literally the best aftercare. He’d always wipe you clean with a damp towel and run a warm bath for you. “You okay now? Does it hurt anywhere?” Jay would question, peppering you in soft kisses.

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SIM JAEYUN (심재윤) — unintentional Jake would be too lost in pleasure to realise you’d have already come. The man is like a dog in heat, not even kidding.

“FUUCK Y/n, you f..feel so fucking good.” He’s the type to just continuously praise you while you fuck, which is partially the reason why he wouldn’t take notice of your desperate pleas for him to slow down. “Sensitive– Jake… Jake! P-please slow-..” You’d say, but he’s so busy praising you whilst he pounds into your used hole. It would take him a while to realise you’ve been begging him to tone it down a little, only realising when he feels the sensation of your nails digging deep into the flesh on his shoulders. “Oh god, I’m so fucking sorry, baby, I-I didn’t mean to hurt you,” He’d say after realisation hits, and he would continuosly apologise to you over and over again. “Y/n, I’m sorry about before–” “I already told you that I’m fine, Jake,” You’d laugh.

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PARK SUNGHOON (박성훈) — intentional Let's be real, Sunghoon is the cruelest one out of everyone. He will definitely overstimulate you on purpose, and he isn’t even sorry about it.

“YEAH– There you go Y/n, such a good little slut f’me, huh?” Sometimes, it would get so bad that you would be crying and begging him to stop, “Mmn! ‘t’s a..a lot, too much– Ah!~ Hoonie!”. To be honest, I think he has a little dacryphilia. Just watching your tears streaming down your pretty face turns him on. He would coo and mock your begs, degrading you in the process, “You’re already crying? I’ve only made you come twice, how pathetic are you?” Sunghoon just seems like the type to be really mean during sex, dismissing all your begging and just continuing to fuck you into oblivion “N-no more Sunghoon, please!” “Who’s Sunghoon? I only know Hoonie. You’ll take whatever the fuck I give you.”

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YANG JUNGWON (양정원) — intentional Jungwon would sooo do it intentionally, and we all know that he is in fact a jealous guy based on the questions fans asked at fansigns.

HE'D have you pressed into the mattress of your shared bed after seeing you all over one of your guy friends, “You don’t touch your friends like that, huh?” He asked you, driving you to your 3rd orgasm of the night. Jungwon isn’t a mean dom, but I can see him intimidating you with his words. “Won ‘m sorry, p-please s-stop I can’t.. Can’t do another–” You’d apologise, then he’d scoff at you and start saying things in between thrusts. “Oh so now you’re sorry?” Thrust. “You sure didn’t seem sorry when you were all over that guy’s arm, yeah?” Thrust. “Surely you can give me another, Y/n. Isn’t that right? Thrust. He wasn’t going to falter, no matter how much you apologised or begged him to. “I-I really am sorry! A-ahn!”

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[heartsriki]

WHEN GOSSIP MEETS LOVE ⌇ 함께

pairing ᝰ sunghoon x fem!reader — featuring.. Jake (as jaeyun) & Riki | word count: 6.6k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ office romance, boss! sunghoon, fluff, tiny angst, make-outs, getting drunk, isolation, passing out, reader is blunt, sunghoon is arrogant at times.

synopsis — after being saved by Sunghoon on your first week of the job, you have had a blatant crush on him to the point the whole office knows. Later he learned of your interest, usually he wouldn’t care but why wont you make a move?

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊so this turned out way longer than expected… PLEASE READ THE BONUS ITS SO CUTE— Also I love me a semi arrogant man who gets put in his place 👅

Today was supposed to be just another day at the office. The same mind-numbing tasks, the same stale air, the same routine. The only thing that ever really changed around here was the gossip, and honestly, you kind of lived for it.

As you strolled down the hallway with a stack of papers in hand, you noticed your coworkers gathered in a huddle, whispering excitedly. Curiosity piqued, and you set the papers down on a nearby desk and wandered over.

“What’s going on?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The group turned to you, immediately shushing you before gesturing toward the glass-walled conference room. “Look,” one of them whispered, pointing.

You followed their gaze to the meeting in progress—specifically, to the group of men seated at the table. Raising a brow, you asked, “So… we’re just staring at men now?”

One of the girls grinned, barely able to contain her excitement. “Not just men. They just hired Mr. Kim Sunoo. Isn’t he dreamy? He’s totally my type.”

Another chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. “What I wouldn’t give to get a piece of Mr. Lee. Ugh, it’s unfair how perfect he is.”

You stood there, unimpressed, letting your eyes wander to the man sitting at the end of the table.

“What about you, Y/N?” one of them asked, nudging you with her elbow. “Anyone in there catch your eye?”

Before you could answer, a sharp cough sounded behind you, making the entire group freeze.

“Do you ladies have no shame?” Jaeyun drawled, raising an eyebrow as he sipped his coffee.

“Jesus, Mr. Sim, would it kill you to mind your own business?” one of the girls snapped, rolling her eyes.

Jaeyun chuckled. “And miss out on this? Never. Besides, everyone knows who Y/N’s been crushing on.”

You immediately stiffened, while the other two girls exchanged looks. Their eyes darted to where you were staring—at him.

“Mr. Park?”

“No way! He’s such an asshole.”

“You could do so much better.”

Their words blurred into background noise as you kept your gaze locked on Park Sunghoon, your so-called “crush.” But they didn’t get it. They couldn’t possibly understand. To them, he was cold and aloof—practically a robot. But to you? He was… interesting.

You didn’t always feel that way. When you started at the company a year ago, you weren’t interested in men—or dating at all. You were laser-focused on your career, and determined to climb the corporate ladder. Then you met him.

It all started your first week on the job. The office wasn’t the soul-crushing nightmare you’d seen in movies. Your little corner office was cozy, and your workload was manageable. Things were going smoothly—until they weren’t.

Some of the senior employees, jealous of your early success, had sabotaged your presentation for an important meeting. As you stood in front of the board fumbling through the slides, your confidence crumbled. Your hands shook, your throat felt dry, and your face burned with humiliation. Then, out of nowhere, he walked in.

Park Sunghoon strode up to your computer with an air of calm authority, plugging in a USB without a word. The correct presentation appeared on the screen, and you blinked in disbelief.

The head of the board narrowed his eyes. “Mr. Park, care to explain your tardiness?”

“I apologize,” Sunghoon said smoothly. “But I caught some employees tampering with Ms. Y/N’s presentation. I thought it necessary to intervene.”

The board members exchanged glances before nodding, motioning for you to continue. Your real presentation went off without a hitch, earning praise from the directors. But all you could think about was the man who had saved you from disaster.

After the meeting, you waited outside the conference room, nervously clutching your notes. As soon as Sunghoon stepped out, you followed him, finally mustering the courage to tap him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, Mr. Park?”

He turned, his expression blank but expectant. “Yes?”

“I just… wanted to thank you for what you did back there,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

His reply was cold and clipped. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it because I don’t tolerate workplace sabotage. Don’t expect me to save you again.”

Then he walked away, leaving you speechless.

A normal person might’ve been offended. Maybe even angry. But you? You were utterly smitten. How many men these days are that serious and passionate about their work? And let’s be honest—how many of them looked like that?

From that moment on, Park Sunghoon was your ideal man: hardworking, principled, and impossibly handsome. Sure, the whole office thought you were crazy for crushing on him, but they didn’t see what you see.

And as you stood there, watching him from across the room, you couldn’t help but wonder what he else he had underneath that surface.

A week after that little encounter with your coworkers, fate seemed to step in when you were assigned to lead a project—with none other than Mr. Park as your supervisor. Coincidence? You didn’t think so.

Now, as you sat in his office, he was going on about the plans and blueprints for the project. But you? You weren’t paying much attention. Your chin rested on your hands as you stared at him, absolutely transfixed.

“The peak must be at—Ms. Y/N, are you even listening?”

You blinked, snapping out of your trance. “Of course I am,” you replied with a bright, innocent smile.

He hummed, unconvinced. “Alright, then. How do you feel about placing it on Downtown Avenue?”

You nodded immediately. “Sounds great.”

His sharp gaze bore into you as he placed his pen down. “Interesting answer,” he mused, leaning forward until your faces were so close they nearly touched. “I never mentioned Downtown Avenue.”

Your eyes widened, and you quickly leaned back in your chair, flustered. Heat rose to your cheeks as you scrambled to regain composure. “I—I’m sorry, Mr. Park. Please continue. I’m listening now.”

He didn’t look convinced but leaned back into his chair, eyes narrowing slightly. “Alright.”

For all his calm professionalism, Sunghoon couldn’t quite figure you out. Sure, you were talented—he couldn’t deny that. But you were also incredibly dishonest, something he’d picked up on a month ago.

From the moment you first met, he could feel your gaze on him, as if you had a personal vendetta. He figured you hated him for how blunt he’d been during that initial meeting. But as time passed, he realized it was the exact opposite.

The revelation had come during a lunch break with the other department heads.

“What about you, Mr. Park?” one of them asked, smirking. “Is there a special lady waiting for you at home?”

Sunghoon raised a brow, finishing a bite of his food before setting his utensils down. “No, I live alone.”

The man hummed, and the others chuckled knowingly. Then, one of them leaned forward. “What about Ms. Y/N?”

At that, Sunghoon froze. “Excuse me?” he asked, voice cold.

The man chuckled nervously, straightening up. “Well, everyone knows how much she’s into you. Why don’t you give her a chance?”

The words threw Sunghoon off completely. “How much she’s into me?” he repeated, utterly confused. “Why would she be?”

For the first time in a long while, Sunghoon felt genuinely flustered. The idea that you might like him had never crossed his mind. And once the seed was planted, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His first instinct was to let you down easy. He’d been pursued before and thought it best to nip things in the bud. But when it came to you, things didn’t go as planned. Every time he tried to confront you, the words just wouldn’t come out.

In his frustration, he turned to Jaeyun, the office gossip king.

“Mr. Sim,” Sunghoon began, his voice strained. “Just tell me already.”

Jaeyun turned away, arms crossed. “I’m not spilling Y/N’s secrets.”

Sunghoon’s patience was wearing thin. “I’ll give you my year-end bonus.”

Jaeyun’s head whipped around, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Deal. Yes, she’s interested in you, but not enough to ask you out.”

Sunghoon raised a brow. “What do you mean, ‘not enough’? Are you saying I’m not worth asking out?”

Jaeyun held his hands up defensively. “No, no, she’s just focused on her career right now. Don’t take it personally.”

But Sunghoon did take it personally. The idea of someone liking him and not acting on it? It didn’t sit well with him. His pride was bruised.

From then on, he started coaxing you, trying to provoke you into asking him out. At office dinners, he’d sit near you, only for you to switch tables. In meetings, you avoided eye contact as if it were a matter of life and death. It was infuriating.

And now, as he explained the project, you sat across from him, staring at him like he was the center of your universe. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ms. Y/N,” he said abruptly.

“Hm?” you hummed, snapping back to attention.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes scrutinizing you. “Have you heard the latest office gossip?”

You tilted your head, confused. “I don’t think so, sir. But what does that—”

“I heard the women in the office are all over our new hire, Mr. Kim,” he interrupted. “Are you one of them?”

Your brow furrowed, suspicious of his sudden interest. “Well, I haven’t had the chance to speak to Mr. Kim yet, so—”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he groaned, rubbing his temples. “I know you’re interested in me.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness, but instead of denying it, you relaxed. “Yes, that’s right.”

His jaw tightened. “Then why haven’t you said anything? You lack initiative—”

You cut him off, staring at him dead in the eye. “Are you interested in me, Mr. Park?”

The question caught him off guard. His ears turned red as he replied, “No, I’m not.”

“Then why would I ask you out?” you shot back, your tone calm and collected.

He was stunned into silence. Since when did you have the upper hand in this conversation?

“Because it would allow you to get over me quicker,” he said, straightening his tie.

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded, his pride wounded.

“You think too highly of yourself, Mr. Park,” you said, standing up. “Did you think I’d beg for you? My work is more important than any man—even you.”

With that, you turned and walked out of his office, leaving him frozen in place.

For the first time, Park Sunghoon felt like he’d underestimated someone. But one thing was certain: he wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

In the days following your conversation with Sunghoon, you noticed a subtle shift in his behavior. The once-distant supervisor now seemed to find reasons to linger near your workspace, his presence a constant, albeit silent, companion. It was almost endearing, watching him struggle with the unfamiliar territory of being put in his place.

Today, his strategy appeared to involve hovering nearby, perhaps hoping you’d initiate a conversation. His restlessness was overwhelming. Should he apologize? But that would require him to make the first move, a notion that likely clashed with his pride.

Seeking guidance, Sunghoon found himself seated across from Jaeyun at an upscale restaurant—a setting procured through the promise of an expensive dinner. Jaeyun, the holder of all office gossip, knew how to drive a bargain.

“Alright, talk. Has she mentioned anything?” Sunghoon inquired, his impatience barely concealed.

Jaeyun took a deliberate sip of his wine before responding. “Nope, not a word.”

Sunghoon’s frustration was evident. “Nothing? Are you sure?”

Jaeyun nodded, his gaze drifting to the gorgeous night view outside. “I swear. I mean, she’s been busy lately. Extremely busy.”

Sunghoon’s curiosity was piqued. “Explain, Mr. Sim.”

“Please call me Jaeyun, we’re not at work.” Jaeyun said.

Sunghoon gulped never being informal before. “Okay…. Jaeyun— please elaborate.”

Setting his utensils down, Jaeyun sighed. “Well, besides the project you two are working on, she also has financial responsibilities concerning her family, especially her younger brother.”

Sunghoon listened intently.

“She’s been working overtime to gather extra funds for his tuition. I heard he’s exceptionally talented in the entertainment field, but their family isn’t wealthy enough to cover the expenses.”

Sunghoon absorbed the information, No he didn’t understand. Sunghoon has been fortunate his whole life but he was open to learning. He sat there contemplating his next move.

Jaeyun’s voice broke through his thoughts. “What’s all this for anyway? Do you like her?”

Sunghoon scoffed. “Why would you think that?”

Jaeyun smirked. “Who goes this far to reject a woman?”

Sunghoon pondered the remark. Perhaps you had made more of an impression on him than he cared to admit. Interest? Maybe.

“Okay, how should I approach this? What does she like? Purses? Jewelry?”

Jaeyun chuckled. “Wait, you’re serious? Oh man, you really have no idea…”

Sunghoon remained silent, a faint blush coloring his ears and face.

“Just be normal, Show her you care.” Jaeyun observed Sunghoon’s puzzled expression. “If you really need to buy her something, get her some food. She enjoys a good meal.”

Now that was something Sunghoon could manage. If he was going to reach out to you, a thoughtful gesture like sharing a meal might be the perfect starting point.

Sunghoon wanted to do something nice for you. A nice thought quickly turned into an overbearing gesture.

One day, you found a paper bag in your office. Inside were sweets from the bakery just a few minutes away from the building. Even though they weren’t your favorite, you appreciated the gesture and ate them. Sunghoon saw you smile through your office blinds a safe distance away and felt happy. He quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed and then walked away.

After that, he started leaving more and more food in your office. It became overwhelming. Today, you walked in and saw so much food that it startled you. You had figured out it was Sunghoon; he wasn’t very sneaky, especially after you caught him leaving your office last week.

This was too much. How could you eat all this? You sighed, closed your office door, and walked to Sunghoon’s office. You knocked.

“Come in,” he said.

You entered, giving him a sharp look. He stood up, adjusting his suit.

“Ms. Y/N?” he asked, looking confused.

“Mr. Park, how much longer are you going to leave all that food in my office?”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You crossed your arms. “Did you really think I could eat all that in one sitting?”

He gulped, running a hand through his hair.

“And do you even know what foods I like? What if I was allergic to some of them?”

He scoffed walking over to you slowly. “What do you like then? What are you allergic to?” He was now very close.

“Can’t hate a man you haven’t given a chance, don’t you think?”

Your face turned red. You were stunned by his bluntness. “What are you talking about?”

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

You tried to keep your composure. “I don’t have plans, but—”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you after work then.”

You didn’t believe him at first. You’ve met many arrogant men who talk big, so you assumed he was the same.

After a seemingly long task, you finally finished your job, clocking out. You exited the building and saw him leaning on his car, arms crossed with his eyebrows furrowed like always. When he saw you, his eyes softened. He gave you a small smile and opened the passenger door.

This was new, but you went along, got in the car, and he closed the door behind you. You didn’t see it but, He checked his hair in his phone’s reflection before getting in.

As he drove, you admired the city view. The lights of the night never got old to you. But sooner than later curiosity got the better of you. “Where are we going?”

He glanced at you through the mirror before focusing back on the road. “Dinner at ‘The Villa.’”

Your eyes widened. “Are you serious? That place is expensive and fancy.”

He nodded. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

You sighed. You could see he was trying, but fancy restaurants weren’t your thing. An idea popped into your head. “Turn here Mr. Park, I know a place we can go.”

He looked at you, puzzled, but followed your directions. You guided him to a small restaurant. As you both got out, he seemed disappointed when you didn’t let him open the door for you but brushed it off.

He looked around, not seeing any fancy places. “Is this it? A grill?”

You turned to him with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen on you. “Yup! Come on.” You reached out your hand.

Usually, he wouldn’t choose a place like this, but with a smile like that, he’d follow you anywhere. He took your hand, and you both went inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and lively. The smell of grilled food filled the air. You found a table, and he awkwardly sat down, clearly out of his element.

A server came by, placing a small grill in the center of your table and bringing plates of raw meat and vegetables. Sunghoon looked confused.

You giggled. “It’s a DIY grill. We cook our own food here.”

He raised an eyebrow. “We… cook?”

You nodded, picking up a piece of meat with the tongs and placing it on the grill. It sizzled, and the aroma was mouth-watering.

He watched you, then hesitantly picked up the tongs. He tried to mimic your actions but fumbled, almost dropping the meat.

You laughed, reaching over to guide his hand. “Like this.”

As the evening went on, you both cooked, ate, and talked. Sunghoon shared stories about his upbringing, and you told him about your family. He was clumsy with the grill, burning some pieces and undercooking others, but you found it endearing.

At one point, he tried to flip a piece of meat and it flew off the grill, landing on the table. He looked mortified, but you burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry,” he said, chuckling. “I’m not used to this.”

You smiled. “It’s okay. It’s fun.”

By the end of the night, the initial awkwardness had faded.

After a delightful dinner at the grill, you and Sunghoon stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a soft glow over the streets. As you walked side by side, you noticed a small park nearby, its swings gently swaying in the breeze.

“How about a walk in the park?” you suggested, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sunghoon glanced at the swings, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “I haven’t been on a swing in years,” he admitted, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

“Well, tonight’s the perfect night to revisit childhood memories,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

With a resigned smile, he agreed, “Alright, lead the way.”

You both approached the swings, and you took a seat on one, motioning for him to join you. He hesitated for a moment, then sat beside you, his posture stiff and unsure.

“Just relax,” you encouraged, giving him a gentle push. “I got you.”

As the swing moved, Sunghoon’s expression softened, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. He began to swing higher, his laughter blending with the night air.

“See? It’s fun,” you said, your voice filled with joy.

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “No, you’re the one making it fun Ms, Y/N.”

You both continued to swing, the world around you fading away. The simple act of swinging together brought a sense of closeness and comfort, a shared moment of happiness.

After a while, you slowed the swing and stood up. “Shall we continue our walk?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice soft.

As you walked through the park, you talked about everything and nothing—your dreams, your favorite books, the places you wanted to visit. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and with each step, you felt a deeper connection forming between you.

That night with Sunghoon felt like it was straight out of a dream—a memory you knew would replay in your mind over and over again. He wasn’t at all what you’d expected. Sure, he had an air of arrogance, and his confidence sometimes teetered on egotistical, but once you broke through that wall, he was entirely different. Genuine. Kind. Charming in a way that made you question how you’d ever misjudged him.

You’d never felt this kind of excitement in a long time, this sense of longing and hope for something more. A relationship. He hadn’t officially asked you out yet, but it felt inevitable. You’d already started imagining how it might all unfold.

But that was just wishful thinking.

The next day, as you walked into the office, you couldn’t ignore the way whispers followed you down the hallway. People stealing glances at you, hurriedly looking away when you caught their eye. At first, you brushed it off. Office gossip was nothing new. Maybe someone had spilled coffee on their boss again.

But the moment you saw your phone light up with notifications—hundreds of them—you realized you were the center of the latest spectacle.

It wasn’t just office chatter. It was everywhere. Tabloids, social media, magazines, blogs. Photos of you and Sunghoon—laughing together, standing too close, looking too comfortable. But that wasn’t the worst part. The headlines? They were brutal.

“Is Riki Nishimura’s Older Sister Using Park Sunghoon for Fame?”

“Dating Rumors Could Derail His Career!”

“How Will This Affect HER Younger Brother’s Future?”

Your stomach churned as you scrolled. At first, you laughed bitterly, brushing it off as ridiculous speculation. But then, you saw the headline about your brother. Your little brother, who had worked so hard to get where he was. Your heart sank.

If they wanted to drag your name through the mud, fine. But dragging your family into it? Threatening Riki’s career? That crossed a line.

You paced the floor of your office, wracking your brain for a solution. There was only one answer. It wasn’t fair, but it was the only way. You and Sunghoon… this thing between you—it couldn’t happen. Not if it meant jeopardizing your brother’s future.

The tears came slowly at first, then all at once as you slumped into your chair, burying your face in your hands. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d come to cherish what you began to have with Sunghoon until now, as you were being forced to let it go.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon had no idea what was happening. He was in his office, practically glowing, still riding the high from the time you spent together. He couldn’t wait to see you.

On his break, he searched for you. The lounge. The meeting room. Even your office. But you were nowhere to be found.

Frustrated, he turned to his co-worker—and now trusted friend—Jaeyun.

“Jaeyun, have you seen Y/N?” he asked, his tone casual, but his impatience obvious.

Jaeyun’s expression fell, pity flashing in his eyes. “Y/N? She… she put in for a two-week leave this morning. I figured you knew.”

Sunghoon’s heart sank. “What? Why? What happened?”

Jaeyun gave him a pointed look. “You haven’t seen the news, have you?”

Frowning, Sunghoon pulled out his phone, quickly typing in his name. The search results made his breath hitch. Article after article, photos, speculation, your name tied to his, your family dragged into the chaos.

Then he saw the headline about your brother. His grip on the phone tightened. He knew what you were thinking. Knew why you’d disappeared. And there was no way he was going to let this spiral any further.

Without a second thought, he called your number. Once. Twice. Three times. Each attempt went to voicemail.

Panic bubbled in his chest. He couldn’t let you do this—not alone, not to yourself, not to your relationship.

He barked an order to his assistant to start taking down the articles, to figure out who was behind this mess. But first, he needed to find you.

And when he did, he wasn’t going to let you push him away.

The days felt endless as you holed up in your apartment, your only companions being guilt and loneliness. It had been a week since you requested a two-week leave, and in that time, you hadn’t dared step foot outside. The weight of the news, the whispers, and the consequences of your choices pressed down on you like a heavy blanket.

The day you left the office, you called Riki, your voice trembling as you asked if he was okay. He reassured you that everything was fine—for now. His management had advised him to lay low until the rumors blew over. He didn’t sound angry, but that almost made it worse. You felt like you’d dragged him into your mess, and the guilt ate away at you.

Since then, you’d spent most of your time thinking about Sunghoon. Replaying the moments you’d shared, wondering how he felt, and most of all, worrying about what you’d say to him when you eventually faced him again. Did he care that much? Or had this all been one-sided? These questions swirled in your mind endlessly as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Desperate to drown out your thoughts, you remembered the new bar that had recently opened near your apartment. Without much thought, you dragged yourself out of bed, threw on some clothes, and headed out.

The bar was dimly lit, buzzing with quiet conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. You didn’t waste any time. One drink turned into two, then three, then four. You lost count after that, the haze of alcohol dulling your thoughts until you didn’t feel much of anything. Eventually, your body gave in, and you slumped over, unconscious.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was unraveling.

It had been a week since he last saw you, and the distance was driving him insane. Every attempt to find you ended in failure. He didn’t know where you lived, your favorite places, or even how to contact your family. It frustrated him to no end, and it hurt even more to think that you might be avoiding him.

Every evening, he found himself at the small grill you both went to, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Tonight was no different. He stood outside the familiar spot, his hands shoved into his coat pockets as he tried to stave off the cold.

The buzz of his phone broke through his thoughts, and his heart leapt when he saw your name on the screen. He fumbled to answer, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Y/N? Where are you—”

“Are you friends with the owner of this phone?” a deep, unfamiliar voice interrupted.

Sunghoon blinked, pulling the phone away to confirm it was your number on the display. Confusion settled in. “Uh, yeah? Who is this? Why do you have her phone?”

“No worries,” the man replied. “She’s passed out in my bar. I found her phone unlocked and figured I’d call someone. Can you come pick her up?”

Sunghoon’s heart dropped. “Where is she?”

The man gave him the location, and Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He bolted to his car and sped through the city, his mind racing with questions. Were you okay? Why were you at a bar alone this late?

When he arrived, he barely parked the car before running inside. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. Slumped over the bar, your head resting on your arms, you looked so vulnerable. Relief and worry collided in his chest as he approached you.

“You’re Hoon, right?” the bartender asked, eyeing him curiously.

Sunghoon blinked in confusion before realizing the name was probably how you saved his contact. He smiled faintly, nodding. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The bartender nodded and stepped away, leaving Sunghoon to focus on you. His chest tightened when he saw how puffy your eyes were, evidence of the tears you’d cried before drinking yourself into this state.

He crouched beside you, placing a gentle hand on your back. “Y/N… can you walk?”

Your eyes fluttered open, blurry and unfocused as they locked with his. For a moment, you looked like you were seeing a ghost.

“Hoon?” you slurred softly, your voice tinged with disbelief.

He sighed in relief. “Yeah, it’s me. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

But when you didn’t move, he frowned. You were too out of it to help him. He checked your phone, hoping for some clue about where to take you, but it was locked.

He hesitated. Taking you to his place didn’t feel right, but with no other options and the clock striking midnight, he made a decision.

“You’ll understand, right?” he murmured to himself, draping his coat over your shoulders. He carefully helped you to your feet, guiding you out of the bar and into his car.

The drive to his penthouse was quiet, save for your soft breathing. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at you, the city lights illuminating your face in a way that made his chest ache. Even like this, you were beautiful.

When they arrived, getting you upstairs was a challenge. You slumped against him, muttering incoherently and occasionally whining about how tired you were. By the time he managed to unlock his door and get you inside, he was exhausted.

He guided you to his bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As he adjusted his coat on your shoulders, he heard you mumble something. When he turned back, his face turned bright red.

“Why is it so hot?” you grumbled, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.

“Woah, hey—don’t do that!” he yelped, grabbing your hands to stop you. “Just… just wait, I’ll turn on the AC!”

He backed away, keeping a wary eye on you as he adjusted the thermostat. When he returned, he brought a glass of water, helping you sit up to drink. “There, that’s better, hm?”

You sighed, lying back down with a soft hum of approval.

Sunghoon turned to leave, planning to sleep on the couch, but you grabbed his wrist, your eyes wide and pleading. “Hoon… stay. Please?”

His heart clenched. How could he ever say no to you?

“Alright,” he whispered, circling the bed and lying down on the other side, facing the ceiling. He felt awkward, unsure of what to do, but within moments, you shifted closer, resting your head on his chest.

He froze, his heart pounding as he felt your steady breaths against him. Slowly, he relaxed, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

“Goodnight,” he murmured softly, his eyes fluttering shut as sleep finally claimed him.

The glow of the sun streamed through the curtains, forcing you to stir awake. The dull throbbing in your head hit as soon as you sat up, and you winced, bringing a hand to your temple.

Blinking, you took in your surroundings. The room was unfamiliar—sleek, modern, and definitely not your own. Panic began to rise in your chest as you tried to piece together the events of the previous night. You remembered the bar, the drinks, and then… nothing.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at yourself, relieved to find you were still in your clothes. But then you spotted the figure lying beside you, their back turned to you.

Oh no.

You gasped, clutching the pillow you’d been sleeping on, and without thinking, you began smacking the man’s back with it in a panic. “Who are you?! What is this?! Did we—?!”

The man bolted awake, flinching and shielding himself with his arms. “Hey! Hey! Stop!” he shouted, scrambling backward until he fell off the bed with a loud thud.

You froze mid-swing, the familiar voice cutting through your panic. Slowly, you leaned over the edge of the bed, clutching the pillow tightly.

“Sunghoon?” you whispered, your eyes wide.

He was sprawled on the floor, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head. His legs were awkwardly bent in the air, and he looked up at you with an awkward, sheepish smile. “Uh, hi.”

You let out a deep breath, sitting back on the bed. “Oh my god,” you muttered, dragging your hands down your face.

Sunghoon quickly got up, brushing himself off as he looked at you with a mix of concern and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I should’ve explained sooner. We didn’t… y’know, do anything.”

Your cheeks burned as you glanced up at him. “Are you sure?”

His ears turned bright pink as he nodded fervently. “Yes! I swear. You passed out at the bar, and I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here. That’s it, I promise.”

You relaxed slightly, but the tension in the room remained heavy. The silence that followed was suffocating, neither of you knowing what to say.

Finally, you broke it, your voice trembling. “Sunghoon… our relationship has to end here.”

His head snapped toward you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Why?”

You avoided his gaze, staring at the sheets instead. “I’m sure you’ve seen the news. They’re dragging my brother into this, and I can’t let that happen. I can’t risk his career for my selfish desires.”

“Y/N—“

“What we had was nice,” you interrupted, your voice cracking slightly. “But it’s better for everyone if we stop seeing each other.”

He stepped closer, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You should check the tabloids again.”

You froze, your heart pounding. “What do you mean?”

Sunghoon grabbed his phone from the nightstand, quickly pulling up the articles before handing it to you. You hesitated, but as you scrolled, your breath caught.

The scandal was gone. There were no articles tearing you apart, no headlines about your brother being caught up in rumors. Instead, there were positive comments, even a few articles praising the supposed romance.

“How… how did this happen?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sunghoon sighed softly, sitting down beside you. His voice was gentle but firm. “I made it happen. I wasn’t going to let them ruin your life, or your brother’s, over something like this.”

You turned to look at him, his face close to yours. His expression was so sincere, so full of quiet determination, that it made your chest ache.

“Why would you do that?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Because I care about you,” he said simply. “And I’m not giving up on us that easily.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. Your eyes locked, and in that moment, all the fear, doubt, and guilt melted away.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing his tentatively. Sunghoon froze for a split second before responding, his hand cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss. It was soft and slow at first, filled with all the emotions neither of you had been able to express.

But soon, the kiss grew more passionate, more desperate, as if you were both trying to make up for all the lost time and the moments you almost didn’t have. His other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer, while your fingers tangled in his hair.

Soft sighs fell from the both of you as he laid you back on the bed. His hand exploring your body softly and slowly.

You took the chance to snake your hands below his shirt, scratching his back slightly making him shutter against you.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Sunghoon,” you whispered, your voice shaky but certain. “Thank you.”

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Anything for you.”

BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

“Hoon, get up,” you said softly, glancing down at Sunghoon, who was sprawled across your chest like he had no intention of moving.

“Mm,” he hummed lazily, burying his face into you as if that would make you forget about work entirely.

You let out a soft laugh, stroking his hair absentmindedly. The moment your fingers ran through his dark locks, you realized you’d made a mistake—he let out a content sigh and snuggled in closer, clearly sinking even deeper into his sleepy state.

“We have to go to work,” you said, this time playfully, though your hands still gently tangled in his hair.

“I don’t want to,” he mumbled, his pout evident even though his face was tucked against you. God, he was so cute.

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “Well, we have responsibilities we can’t ignore, so you need to get up, Hoon.”

When he didn’t respond, you rolled your eyes, deciding to switch tactics. “If you get up, I’ll give you a reward,” you said, your tone light but teasing.

That did it. His head immediately shot up, his sleepy eyes now wide with interest. “What kind of reward?” he asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

You smirked, leaning back slightly as his head rested on your chest, his eyes glinting with curiosity. “You’ll find out if you get up,” you teased, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his face.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not entirely convinced. “That’s suspicious,” he murmured, though the corner of his lips quirked into a small smile. “Is it worth it?”

“More than worth it,” you said confidently, trying to stifle a laugh. “But you’re never going to know if you keep laying there.”

He groaned dramatically, still clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the bed. “You’re not making this easy, you know.”

“Well, you’re the one being stubborn,” you replied, gently pushing at his shoulder, though he didn’t budge.

Then, in one swift motion, he propped himself up on his elbows, his face dangerously close to yours. “Okay,” he said, his voice low and playful. “I’m up. Where’s my reward?”

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden proximity, his teasing grin making your heart race. “Patience,” you said, trying to keep your composure. “You’re not fully up yet. Get ready for work first.”

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm, that wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It’s implied,” you countered, laughing softly as you tried to push him off the bed.

But instead of moving, Sunghoon leaned even closer, his warm breath fanning over your cheeks. “I think I deserve at least a preview,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours ever so slightly.

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to glare at him, but it was impossible when his mischievous grin was so disarming. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, but before you could say anything else, he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a soft but lingering kiss.

It started playful, his lips tugging into a smile against yours, but quickly turned deeper, his hand cupping the side of your face as he kissed you with a tenderness that made your heart skip. He pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Best reward ever.”

You rolled your eyes, still breathless. “Now get up, Hoon. Or that'll be the last one you'll ever get.”

He laughed, finally pulling himself out of bed. “Fine, fine. You’re the boss in this house.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your cheeks warm as you touched your lips. Sunghoon always had a way of turning your mornings into something unforgettable.

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper aftermath — jake

jake x reader

adult content featured - please read at your own discretion

went overboard so say hello to dom jakey

two days. two days of ignoring your best friend. it wasn’t easy as jake knew your schedule and hiding spots so well.

and it all came to an end when jake caught you coming out from the science building.

“avoiding me?”

“ah!” you squealed nearly falling into the bush next to you.

jake reached out, pulling you to his chest by your hands, avoiding and catching your fall. “careful there clumsy.”

you quickly pulled away, not wanting to be touched by him. not because you didn’t want it. no, because you craved it.

ever since you let jake, your best fucking friend, take your virginity, all you could think about was that tongue and fucking hands of his.

“jake, hey,” you quickly fixed your clothes, “what brings you here?”

jake pointed to the science building. “i have class right after you here, remember?” he chuckled.

“oh, right, right.” you nodded. “well, i should get going before i’m late for class.” you pointed off towards a random direction.

“your next class isn’t for another hour.”

“did i say class? i mean before i’m late for a studying session.” you quickly covered and used your thumbs to point towards the opposite direction. “gotta go!” you squealed and took a fast exit away from jake.

once you were a good ways away from the classroom building, you stopped speed walking to catch your breath. you closed your eyes and mumbled out, “that was close.”

“what was close?” a man’s voice asked from behind you.

you twirled around, hands up like you were ready to fight, a small shriek of surprise leaving your lips. heeseung laughed at your reaction.

“lee heeseung!” you scolded, punching him in the shoulder. “you can’t just sneak up on a girl like that!” you laughed.

heeseung laughed even more, “im sorry but i couldn’t resist.”

“what do you want?” you asked when your breathing went back to normal.

“jake has been pouty lately.”

“and that has to do with me because?”

“it started happening after you dashed out his bedroom, half dressed and never talking to him again.”

your lips went into a line. “how did you know i dashed?”

“it was the middle of the night, i had a full bladder and got hungry.”

caught. yes, after you had sex with jake, (your best friend!), he fell asleep and you dashed! half naked, not even thinking about the consequences because you were too in your head.

“you’re over thinking the whole situation aren’t you?” heeseung laughed, showing off his pearly smile.

“no, no, no i’m not.” you said shaking your head, crossing your arms.

“three no’s, all different tones.” heeseung tapped his chin. “your voice went an octave higher with that second no, then deeper with the third.”

“because i had something in my throat!” you defended.

“i know how to get your mind off jake and the situationship.”

“one there is no situationship, and do if you say to have sex with you, i wont hesitate to punch you, lee heeseung.”

heeseung grabbed his chest. “ouch, that stings. and to think we had something special.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “it was a kiss.”

“and a very good one at that.”

“what’s your plan?”

“let’s go to a party tomorrow night.”

you walked off with heeseung, walking to a nearby cafe on campus, both of you failing to realize jake was watching the entire conversation and interaction.

well at least you failed to realize jake had actually skipped class to catch up with you, only for his friend to intercept.

jake was seething. only seeing red, blinded by jealousy. what, you let him fuck you and that’s it? was it just so you could go off to heeseung?

jake sim was jealous.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

from jakey the bestie: can you please stop ignoring me? i miss my best friend.

your heart dropped reading jake’s text that night after your shower. you were really being a terrible person right now ignoring jake.

your best friend.

he’s not the one to judge you, never judge you. you were being immature and rude about the whole situation. why can’t you just own up to it? communicate how you feel rather than hide?

because jake was your best friend and you had feelings for him.

yes he had said he felt something towards you, but was that actual feelings or just lust? just the want to take your virginity?

jake was sweet, but he was also a play boy.

you sighed heavily. “you doing okay?”

you looked up seeing heeseung still chilling on your couch. “dude, i thought you left already?”

heeseung had came over to help you with your assignments you had jake helping you with. “you looked like you needed company.”

“i’m fine heeseung.” you gritted through your teeth. “you’re clingy.” you scrunched your nose.

“what’s wrong with being clingy?”

“it’s not a attractive to a girl you’re not dating.”

“then let’s date.”

you scoffed. “yeah, no, i’ll pass. you’re reputation is just as bad as jake’s, if not worse.”

you were too busy in a conversation you hadn’t realized you were still in your oversized towel from the shower. suddenly feeling a chill, you motioned your hands towards the front door.

“you’re a terrible host.” heeseung teased, grabbing his belongings.

you began opening the door, “it was nice having your company but now—,”

you stopped in your tracks. because at your door, with their fist up ready to knock was, jake.

“jake?” you asked in a tiny voice.

jake looked at you, to heeseung, back to you, noticing your towel. “been busy, huh?”

“yes, studying.” you gripped the door, feeling the jealousy radiating off your friend. almost like when he found out you and heeseung made out at a party.

“in a fucking towel?”

“i just got out of the shower! he was supposed to be gone! wait—,” you stopped, shaking your head, “why am i even trying to defend myself? it’s none of your business.”

“it is my business who you fuck when it comes to my friends. when it comes down to me taking your fucking virginity and you go and give me the silent treatment for no reason.” jake spat. “what? wanted me to break you in for heeseung?”

“watch it.” heeseung stood tall next to you. heeseung knew how jake could get about you. overprotective and very jealous.

but heeseung wanted you two to talk it out. so he may have texted jake saying he was over a girls house, then perhaps posted a story on his social media account with him chilling on your couch—with an identifiable back ground.

jake was smart and he quickly put two and two together. he just wasn’t banking on him getting here so fast, you in a towel, and you opening the door with him standing there.

jake literally growled. “i fucking told you guys she’s off limits.”

“she can make her own decisions jake.” heeseung spat back. “stop being a dick to her. she’s not your property, she’s your best friend. and don’t worry, i was just here to help her with her assignments. that’s all.” heeseung adjusted his backpack. “don’t worry, me and her are just friends, okay? she doesn’t see me in that way; she’s already friend zoned me plenty of times.”

heeseung walked out of your apartment, brushing by jake’s shoulder, purposely bumping into him. heeseung turned around one last time, “if you need me because this prick cannot behave, call me.”

you nodded shyly and heeseung walked to his car. jake had his fists balled to his sides, biting his lower lip.

you sighed in annoyance, turning around in your apartment to walk away. if jake wanted to come in to talk your door was open.

the door slammed behind you. you turned around ready to rip one into jake, when his full lips founds yours. kissing you harshly, desperately. his grabbed your face in his hands, holding you close so you couldn’t get away.

he couldn’t let you get away again.

his tongue begged for entrance, but you wouldn’t allow it. not until one of his hands went down your backside and gripped your bare ass, his nails digging into your flesh.

you yelped and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat.

he was in heaven swapping spit with you. you were sure if you were to remove your lips from his, a line of slobber would connect you two. his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip as well.

when he finally pulled away, taking your bottom lip inbetween his teeth, pupils blown, breathing heavy.

“fuck cherry, so, so good.” jake whispered. before you could say anything, he connected your lips again and pulled, no, yanked, the towel off your body leaving you naked.

“jake—,” you pulled away.

“your room, now.” jake’s expression darkened. when you didn’t move, he turned your body around, spanking you harshly.

“ouch!” that would definitely leave a mark.

“be a good girl and listen to your bestie.”

you swallowed, nodded, and rushed to your bedroom. you’ve never seen this side of jake. didn’t even know he had this side to him.

jake saw the thoughts running through that head of yours and he laughed, walking up to you as you sat on your bed naked.

“what? thought i was just some subby boy? girls think that about me a lot, until they piss me off.”

jake stalked closer to you, taking off his shirt in one smooth move throwing it on the bed. then he removed his belt, “be good, or i will have to use it,” he threatened, placing the belt neatly on the bed next to you.

“unbutton my jeans.”

with shaky hands, you reached up to his button and quickly but clumsily unbutton and unzipped the jeans. jake looked down at you with his big eyes, tongue licking his lips, loving the sight in front of him.

“take my cock out, and suck it like the fucking whore you are.”

“jake, im not a wh—,”

he reached over to grab his belt, but you quickly placed your hand on his to stop him. looking down, you quickly did as you were told.

when jake’s cock met your tongue, he let out a big moan, sending a shock straight to your core. “fuck cherry, such a wonderful mouth.”

jake’s hand went to the back of your head, making you deep throat and gag. “no other man will ever get to know the feeling of this.” jake sighed in pleasure, using your mouth as he pleased. “you’re mine, and you’re going to learn that, baby. that mouth, that pussy, all of you belongs to me!”

as jake rambled, he was fucking your face, slobber dripping out of your mouth. when he looked down and saw you, he stopped. “i’m sorry, you just make me so crazy.” he apologized, sticking his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you sucked his thumb.

“sorry i ignored you jake.” you coughed out trying to get your breath and head back.

“show me how sorry.” jake smirked. “lean back and open your legs for me. i’m hungry and i’ve missed you.”

you did as you were told once again, and jake wasted no time at all, to dive between your legs, tongue lapping up what you had to offer. with your hands spread out beside you, you gripped your comforter as jake worked his magical tongue against your folds.

see this is why you’ve been ignoring him. and for what? because you knew if he did it again, this would be it. you would be hooked and eventually get your heart broken.

“so good and all mine.” jake whispered happily, throwing your legs over his shoulders. he spat at your cunt, and went back to eating and licking like a starved man.

your stomach began to tighten, and you felt your thighs beginning to feel sore. “jake i—,”

“you can do it baby.” he encouraged, and placed two fingers inside of you, sucked on your clit, while his other hand pressed down on your stomach.

“oh, oh, OH!” you screamed as you came. hoping your neighbors were not home and could not hear you.

jake continued lapping you up, and your body shook from the orgasm and overstimulation. you pushed him away.

“jakey no more, please.”

jake tsked. “you haven’t had my cock yet.” he stood up, pulling you to the edge of the bed. your hips at the edge of the bed.

he let his pants and boxers drop to his ankles and he stepped out of them. it’s only been a couple days, yet you forgot how thick he was. you threw your head back and groaned.

you thought you couldn’t take it, “jake—can’t,”

he rubbed your hip bones, his tip teasing at your entrance, “you can and you will take me, babygirl.” he was being so mean but encouraging at the same time.

“breathe for me babygirl,” he said as he pushed through your tightness. “like last time baby, it’ll feel better.”

you bit your bottom lip, as jake pushed all they way in. more like bullied his way in. this time, he wasn’t slow with his pace, his hips snapping back and forth from the start, your body bouncing back and forth from the thrusts, your bed squeaking at the speed.

“baby, cherry, jakey isn’t going to last much longer. i’ve been so hard for you the past few days. aching for this pussy. wanting to bend you over every surface and have my way with you.” jake grumbled out, as his thrusts quickened and deepened.

“don’t you ever ignore me again, babygirl. i’m actually going easy on you. most girls who piss me off get tied up, and don’t get to orgasm. but you aren’t most girls aren’t you?”

jake was very blabby when it came to this. but you didn’t mind.

jake pulled out, “on your knees. i want to see your ass while i come in you.”

with the energy you could muster up, you flipped on your stomach, jake helping you left your hips as he plunged back in, your knees on the edge, your gripped your comforter.

“after this, i’ll eat this pussy and fuck this pussy wherever, whenever. in the library—fuck—in between classes, at parties, in my car,” jake couldn’t even finish his sentence but you came and he came right after filling you up with his load.

you groaned and almost sobbed. sobbed because your chest began to hurt. hurt from the feelings and the pain you would soon have to face.

jake pulled out, his come leaking out of you, and you collapsed onto the bed. “not yet babygirl, we need to get you cleaned up.”

jake picked you up in his arms, your face going to hide in his neck. he carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter. your body began to shut down, exhausted.

he gripped your chin in between his fingers. “no, no, baby you gotta pee and i need to wipe you with a warm cloth.”

you pushed his hand off your chin, moving your head away, “no need to be nice, jake, i know i’m just another fu—,”

“don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” jake snapped, grabbing your cheeks in his hand, squishing them. “i meant what i said,” he gripped your thigh with his other free hand. “you’re mine, only mine. in return, im all yours.”

jake kissed your forehead, releasing your cheeks. he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes looking into yours.

“all yours.” you smiled.

“all mine.” he repeated and kissed your lips.

consequences be damned.

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[tpwk-formula1]

Hii!! I loved your fics !! Can you do a jealousy plot?lando saw a hickey on reader’s neck and can’t wait to mark her his ?? Idk you’re the expert .

A thin crust pizza with red sauce. basil, ham, broccoli, roasted mashroom buratta and shallots for toppings and sparkling water and red bull on the side !!! Served by lando

This is my order. Hope it’s not too big. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" roasted mushrooms “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" sparkling water spitting red bull hickeys dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Verstappen! reader

TW - multiple orgasms, jealous! lando, rough sex, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, spitting, hickeys, bite marks, cream pie

WC 1700+

Y/N POV

"Y/N," Lando calls my name with a boyish giddiness laced in his voice making me whip my head towards him with a smile. I was walking the streets of Monaco wasting time until my date later when Lando saw me.

"Hi Lando! How have you been?" I ask with the same joy in my voice.

"Good, and you?" Lando asks while pulling me in for a hug.

Lando and I had met when he got into Formula 1, and have been close since than.

"Good! Officially done with all of my schooling so I'm taking a break for a bit and gonna travel with Max the rest of the season" I tell him softly with a smile.

"Good to know I'll have someone to bother," Lando says with a smirk making me laugh and shake my head.

"I have to go but it was good to see you! We'll plan something before Austin," I tell him before starting to walk away.

I spend the rest of my night on a date with a guy who was completely a dud. The date itself went really well I even going back with him to his place. I quickly realized I hated everything about him leaving shortly after arriving.

I didn't realize grown men could still be terrible kissers.

When I get back to Max's apartment I find Max on the sim making me walk towards it and watch him from over his shoulder.

"How was your date?" Max asks softly when he hears me behind him.

"absolutely terrible," I reply back quickly before adding, "Okay the date was okay but he was the worst fucking kisser ever. I just came from his apartment."

I watch Max's face upturn at the mention of me going home with a man making me laugh softly.

"Are you streaming?" I ask Max softly making him shake his head.

"No, I'm on a discord call with a few of the boys," Max tells me making me nod my head and smile.

"Hi guys," I say while waving before leaving the room and into my room Max is letting me stay in while I figure out what I want to do next.

When I get into my room I open my phone to see that Lando had texted me.

Once I finish texting Lando I slowly climb out of bed and change into a different sun dress before heading out of my room and slowly passing Max making him look at me with a raised brow.

"Where are you going?" Max asks softly making me look up at him.

"I'm gonna go see Lando, he didn't realize I was back in town," I tell Max softly lying through my teeth before heading out the door and up the elevator to where Lando's apartment was.

When I got there I knocked softly making Lando open the door he instantly pulled me into his arms and placed his mouth on mine before the door was even closed behind us.

With the door now closed Lando pushes me against the door before he starts grabbing at my tits with his large hands making me moan out softly.

"I see you changed just for me," Lando says while pulling back and smirking at the dress before his face twists in disgust when he spots the soft purple mark forming on my skin.

"Couldn't even give you a mark worth sporting," Lando says while leaning down and sucking a darker mark in the same spot making me gasp at the feeling.

"Had to replace his with mine," Lando says with a smirk making me roll my eyes at the petty man in front of me.

"You're quite possessive for someone who has always claimed we are nothing more than friends," I say with a smirk making Lando roll his eyes.

"Whatever, you know you're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly," Lando says before leaning back down to my neck and placing soft wet kisses along my skin before he starts biting down with his teeth leaving teeth marks all along my skin before he starts sucking more hickeys along my skin marking me up for him.

"Fuck you look pretty like this," Lando groaned while tracing one of the marks he had just left on me.

"Lando," I whine out needing more than just us standing in the doorway letting Lando mark up my skin.

Lando takes the hint and easily picks me up into his arms letting my legs wrap around his waist as I pull him in for a kiss while he brings us into his bedroom where he gently drops me onto the bed and pushes my dress up to reveal the pathetic piece of cloth I called a thong.

"Fucking hell, how are you already drenched?" Lando groans while tracing the little wet spot that had formed from how soaked pussy.

"You, Lan," I gasp out when Lando used a bit more pleasure on my clit making me whimper slightly at the feeling. Lando leans down close to my pussy before spitting directly onto where my clit is before he smears his spit into my thong adding to the wetness.

"Fuck," I gasp finally registering what Lando was doing. I can feel his spit mixing with my slick making me whimper at the feeling.

Lando leans down and I assume he's finally gonna give me what I need but instead he starts kissing my thighs before biting down and leaving some of his harsh teeth marks all around my inner thighs making me whimper at the feeling.

I can feel Lando start sucking leaving some hickeys on my inner thighs.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you," Lando says groaning making me look down to see the deep purple marks littering my skin while also noticing some teeeth marks making me look up at Lando with a raised brow. He only smirked back before he's gripping at my panties and pulled them down my thighs leaving the cool air to graze my soaked pussy.

"lan, please," I beg while lifting my hips up trying to get some kind of stimulation.

"Needy little thing," Lando says with a smirk before leaning down and finally licking a strip up from my drenched hole to my throbbing clit making me whimper when Lando sits back up and leans over my face before roughly gripping onto my jaw opening my mouth before he spits dirrectly into my mouth letting the taste of my pussy and Lando's spit mingle in my mouth a bit before swallowing with a moan.

"Fuck, you're a perfect little whore," lando says leaning back down to place a kiss on my lips before moving down to my pussy once again where he starts eating me out like a starved man.

"Oh Lan!" I whimper feeling Lando roughly shove two fingers deep into my pussy.

I knew I wasn't gonna l;ast long with the way that Lando was attacking my pussy making me whim per when my orgasm starts building almost instant;ly.

"Fuck, I always forget how easy it is for me to make you cum. Made just for me huh?" Lando groans against my pussy making me scream out and start cumming all over Lando's face and fingers. Lando helps me ride my orgasm out but never once slows down making me whimper when the overstimulation takes affect.

"You can take it," Lando roughly tells me while speeding his fingers up faster knowing he could easily throw me into another orgasm.

"Lan," I cry out again when I can feel myself building to another orgasm making me whimper loudly.

"Come on. Cum for me," Lando groans against my pussy while focussing his fingers on my G-spot making me scream out as I fall over the edge into another overwhelming orgasm.

"Fuck, such a good girl," Lando groans still attacking my pussy with his fingers before slipping them out and quickly stripping his clothes off before quickly shoving his large cock into my overstimulated pussy making me cum almost instantly on his cock.

"Oh wow," Lando teases when he feels my pussy clenching in another orgasm.

"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another," Lando teases making me whimper at his teasing. Lando hold still while I relax around him before he starts rocking his hips letting me get used to the stretch of his cock.

"Fuck, my favorite pussy to be buried in," Lando groans when he starts picking up his thrusts so he's fucking into my pussy at a brutal pace.

"Oh my God," I groan out feeling tears start to brim my eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure is becoming.

“Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Lando groans making me look down to see the bulge that keeps reappearing every time Lando fucks into my pussy.

"Fuck," I moan out while I bring my hand down to feel the bump keep reappearing.

"Push down on it," Lando grunts out making me slightly press down gasping almost instantly with wide eyes.

"Oh Lan," I moan making Lando smirk while still fucking into my abused pussy.

"Fuck, I'm close," Lando groans speeding up making me feel my fourth orgasm of the night start to build rapidly.

"Cum for me," Lando groans making me scream and grip onto Lando's back digging my nails into his skin sure to leave marks in the morning as I start summing all over Lando's cock as he follows closely behind cumming deep into my pussy. I can feel Lando's cum splashing my walls making me whimper at the feeling.

When Lando slips out of my pussy he groans when he spots his cum leaking from ym gaping pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Lando says with a smirk before leaning down and kissing my forehead as he lays next to me pussy me into his chest for a cuddle.

"Can't believe you were jealous," I saw with a smirk making Lando scoff and pull me in tighter.

"Just let me make you mine," Lando says making me smile.

"Deal, but you get to break the news to Max," I say with a smirk making Lando groan.

"If it means I get you all to myself, then fine," Lando says before pulling me in for a quick kiss, before getting out of bed and grabbing a rag to clean us up.

[songbirdseung]

new year puppy / sim jaeyun

what's the worst that's going to happen when you get yourself a puppy to start the new year's?

him staring down at the small pomeranian puppy with glaring eyes was the last reaction you expected from your boyfriend, who loved dogs so much.

"jake, what in the world did that puppy ever do to you?" you asked, picking up the puppy and cradling it gently in your arms. the little fluffball nuzzled into you, tail wagging happily, while jake pouted at you before shifting his glare back to the puppy.

"stole my girlfriend away from me," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest like a child denied their favorite toy.

you blinked, trying to hold back a laugh. "stole me away? jake, he's a puppy. what is he going to do? whisk me off to some romantic getaway?"

"he doesn’t have to," jake grumbled, now squatting down to be on eye level with the puppy. "look at him, all cute and fluffy, wagging his tail like he owns the place. you’ve been giving him all the attention since he got here."

"oh my god, you’re jealous of a puppy," you said, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. the laugh you’d been holding back burst out, and you clutched the puppy closer as if to shield it from jake’s imaginary wrath.

"i am not jealous," he insisted, though the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. "i just think it’s unfair. i used to be the one you called cute and gave all your cuddles to. now, this little guy gets all of that without even trying."

the puppy barked once, as if to agree with jake’s sentiment, and you laughed even harder.

"jake, you’re ridiculous," you teased, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "you know you’ll always be my favorite, right?"

"doesn’t feel like it," he mumbled, though he couldn’t keep the pout on his face for long when you placed the puppy in his lap. the tiny pomeranian immediately climbed up his chest, sniffing his face before licking his nose.

"see? he likes you," you pointed out, smiling as jake’s expression softened.

"yeah, well," jake said, pretending to be gruff as he scratched behind the puppy’s ears, "he better know his place."

you rolled your eyes, sitting beside him on the floor. "and what place is that?"

"second," jake said smugly, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and pulling you close while the other kept petting the puppy. "because I’ll always be first."

"you’re unbelievable," you muttered, though the smile on your face betrayed your amusement.

"and yet you love me," he shot back, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple.

the puppy barked again, and jake glanced down, narrowing his eyes playfully. "see? even he knows I’m right."

you shook your head, laughing softly. "you’re lucky you’re cute, sim jake."

"oh, I know," he replied with a wink, finally letting his guard down as the puppy snuggled into his lap. "but not as cute as this guy, huh?"

"mm, debatable," you teased, earning a dramatic gasp from jake.

"betrayed by my own girlfriend and a puppy. unbelievable."

[simmireen]

The more poses you make as a pose creator, the more things you learn and the more things you see. 

Maybe you have seen my former post, maybe not. But I want to address again that stealing is not OK. 

I use and see a lot of poses almost everyday, I reblog and maintain the poses masterlist (@ts4-poses), I am a sims-storyteller that loves to pose with poses from other creators for my story and ofcourse, make my own poses to share. But also...

I recognize my flaws in my own poses, my poses are not perfect, I learn everyday, that's why I knew this pose was mine. But by now, we have found 15 posecreators that have been done the same to, by Simsulani. And maybe you have seen in Toys of Dukeness their patreon post there is possibly another pose creator KD89 doing the same to them. What led to them deleting all of their content in our community. And seeing something leave the community over this, is sad. We lost already so many talented creators due to this.  

You have to know, Simsulani @hellosimsulani has around 20k followers on her patreon and about 200 people that support her by paying money to her. No, I'm not jealous, I share my poses because I want you to use my poses in-game. I'm not here in any way to have any financial gain. And I know this is the case of many others on the list down here that were affected. We want to make you happy, to be able to tell your story. 

But this money (maybe even your money) that she is earning over other people's creations that she adjusts, is not earned in a fair way. 

She violates many of the other posecreators TOU's. 

Besides taking poses and adjusting them, she adds accessories to the patreon post instead of linking to people's pages. (@simmisstrait her letterboard in this post) That's okay if it’s deleted, but doing so when this creator is still active? That’s not ok (only if it's okay stated in their TOU)

In her own TOU she even states that you can't take her poses and re-upload somewhere else. But clearly it's okay to do it if she does it?

Please ! Do not re-upload my content. Do not claim my content as your own. Do not upload to Simsd0m/S!msf!nds Do not upload to another site without my permission.

After finding out about Toys of Dukeness and Acha-games, I found out my own pose got stolen and adjusted, and after that I got a lot of messages and pictures. People started helping investigate their own poses. These are the things we found. Thanks to @theserenadeofshadows her detective skills and her super SUPER hard and dedicated work this weekend (she is one of these 15), she made this amazing doc with the proof she and others found. At least a few posepacks are not her poses entirely. If we had more photographic memory skills and time, who knows what we could find out more. 

THE PROOF DOC 

NOTE: IT'S HEAVY UNDER INVESTIGATION STILL, but we wanted to show the proof we already have found! See and judge for yourself.

If you are a pose creator, please check if maybe one of your own poses got stolen, though she is very good at camouflaging it. It is incredibly hard to notice the stolen poses at first glance, it is a real frankenpose fiasco. @theserenadeofshadows tried to dissect the poses and find the original creators, and we found this stated in the doc, but know it is a slow and tedious process, so we can't find every pose and or posepack.

Groups and couples got split up and merged. Places in groups got swapped and/or rotated. Normal couples or single poses suddenly got a kid or partner (or both). Some expressions were made clownesque, exaggerated or the eyes closed. To make it even harder, she added accessories or removed them. She changed the body anatomy (resulting in broken poses sometimes) to make it appear different.

You can spot some weird clipping or gaps in the previews sometimes. 

We are not out to cancel someone, we stand for creativity and hope Simsulani will think about her actions and start making her own poses from scratch. Not stealing someone else's time because you need to create for your patrons. I know myself Patreon gives you a certain pressure to create for the people who pay for you, because you don't want to let them down. 

But doing this by stealing and putting it behind early access to earn a quick buck because you have no time or are too busy? 

Not OK. In no way. 

Thanks to everyone sharing and spreading the word and please keep doing so ❤️ 

[softanddreamyhours]

🌷 enhypen fic recommendations 🌷

okay i didn't add word counts !! sorry !! i only realized rn and i'm way to lazy to go and add them oops, some are long and some are short (it can be a nice surprise when you open the links)

lee heeseung strawberries and cigarettes - @chaconnenha heeseung x fem!reader, fluff, kinda suggestive (they kiss), badboy!heeseung ?? (he smokes) goodgirl!reader ?? (she doesn't smoke) this one gave me butterflies haha, super cute

nevertheless - @palajae idol!heeseung x gn!reader, fluff, crack maybe? (i thought it was funny) idk man this made me laugh out loud and it was also super cute

i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck - @taeghi heeseung x fem!reader, fluff, angst (only a little), smut, best friends brother. yup i love lee heeseung and this made me go slightly feral

park jongseong no limits - @yeonzzzn jay x fem!reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut. i loved this so much, like it felt real yk i can picture dear jay owning a restaurant.

teddy bear - @okwonyo jay x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship. this one made me feel so warm i just want someone to call me princess and take care of me

sim jaeyun act now, think later - @sankyeom jake x fem!reader, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, down bad jake. guys this was so cute i was giggling and shit

erotic empathy - @simpjaes jake x fem!reader, fluff (maybe lol), smut, strangers to ?? jakes a virgin and reader makes him one no longer, idk i love loser boys

park sunghoon unsteady - @yeonzzzn sunghoon x fem!reader, exes to ?? angst, fluff, cheating? (not sunghoon tho) this was a bit sad but ended happy :)

ceo sunghoon - @hottestvirgin ceo!sunghoon x fem!collegestudent reader, fluff, smut, age gap. loved this so much, i would do literally anything for this man

kim sunoo mint choco hater - @sanrikis sunoo x fem!reader, strangers (?) to lovers (?), fluff. i actually love mint chocolate as a flavor so i cannot relate to this, but it was still so cute

misfit - @palajae sunoo x gn!reader, hogwarts au, hufflepuff!sunoo, slytherin!reader, fluff, strangers to lovers. i love harry potter and i love enhypen so yeah i loved this

yang jangwon kiss and no makeup - @soov jangwon x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship. jungwon is so cute and this is so cute and fluffy

kiss cam - @jaeyunverse jangwon x fem!reader, fluff, soooo much fluff, enemies(?) to lovers. um this was so cute and yes i know i say that for every fic but this was so cute :(

nishimura riki best friends can kiss, right? - @riki-dazed niki x reader, fluff, friends to lovers, there are 2 parts to this and in the second part they kiss a lot, so maybe suggestive? this was super cute, i'm such a sucker for friends to lovers tho

heart defender - @seosracha niki x fem!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, fake dating, nikis kinda mean. i live laugh love high school aus so this was lovely

multiple members the perilla leaf debate - @jjunberry hyung line x reader, fluff, established relationships. this one made me happy bc i can be a little jealous sometimes oops

against the wall - @goldenhypen ot7 x reader, established relationships, fluff ? suggestive ?? just making out with enhypen basically

when their s/o calls them bro - @heeliopheelia ot7 x reader, fluff, suggestive for some?, established relationships. i never call anyone bro but this was still funny and cute

hugs in specific scenarios - @thejakeslayla ot7 x gn!reader, fluff, angst for some, established relationships physical touch is so my love language so this was great bc i love hugs

hot things they do - @atrirose ot7 x fem!reader, fluff, established relationships. these also had me giggling and kicking my feet

more than just friends - @atrirose ot7 x fem!reader, fluff, friends that are more than friends, established relationships?? friends to lovers is always a win in my eyes

( AS ALWAYS SEND ME YOUR RECOMENDATIONS PLS I LOVE READING FICS AND GETTING RECOMENDATIONS SO I WILL LOVE YOU IF YOU SEND ME YOUR RECOMENDATIONS AND FAV FICS )

[starlightbuckk]

i bet we'd have really good bed chem | deanvrse

local twunks fuck, break bed.

we could build a house (buy some flowers, have some kids) | whocaresdiaz

Eddie accidentally stumbles across Buck's save in The Sims and makes all kinds of discoveries.

Evanwhere at the 118 | EiraLloya

Tommy shows up at the 118 looking for Evan. Turns out, there’s quite a few Evans working at the 118.

Mama I'm In Love (With a Criminal) | diazaster287

5 Times Eddie does something illegal to make Buck smile, and one time Buck joins him in an illegal activity

Hen Wilson's Four Part Guide To Making Your Stupid Friends Date | songbvrd

When Buck and Eddie aren't speaking, Hen decides to take matters into her own hands.

lights will guide you. | dylaesthetics

after breaking up with Tommy, Buck goes on a deep-dive on sexuality. He needs to tell someone about all he learns, of course, and Eddie seems like the best option.

mine for the loving | throughthelookinglass, @maydaydiaz

The three times Eddie gets called daddy since he's grown a mustache + the one time Buck lets it slip.

Finding His Familiar | tizniz, @tizniz

The 118 are shapeshifters. That's why they're so close. And it's about time Buck figures out what his familiar is.

The Elephant in the Room Never Forgets | exvichan

Secrets are spilled and truths brought to light when the 118 and their partners go on a camping trip.

rouge my neck | notathingtoseehere

Eddie is definitely not jealous at all, and has a completely normal reaction to strangers talking to Buck.

as always, feel free to request a prompt! reblogs, likes, and follows are appreciated <3

[thebramblewood]

For one night only, Glimmerbrook University and the Council of Sages proudly present Mr. Mysterio's Floating Circus!

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I must direct a massive thank you to @surely-sims and @doctorsimcraft for not only their incredible Simblreen set but also the stunning build and Sims that accompanied it, without which I could never have mustered up such a beautiful backdrop. I added the carousel, but the rest is theirs. Eternally grateful for your generosity and talent!

Morgyn: Have you had enough time to consider it yet?

Caleb: Consider what?

Morgyn: [rolls eyes] You know what.

Caleb: I’m still not sure it’s a good idea. People already gossip. Living outside the Realm — with your vampire lover, no less — will only open you up to more scrutiny.

Morgyn: I’m not a monk, Caleb. I can live wherever I want with whoever I want, and it has no bearing on my role as a Sage.

Caleb: [tilts head uncomfortably] They seem to think it does.

Morgyn: They may be traditionalists, but deep down they know a little modernization is good for the Realm. Besides, there’s hardly another spellcaster waiting in the wings to take my job. They can’t fire me.

Caleb: That won’t stop the general public from clamoring for it anyway.

Morgyn: A small minority maybe. Spellcasters have never been a monolith, and the younger generation is more open-minded than ever. Cross-occult discrimination is at an all time low. Gemma just turned in a paper on it.

Caleb: [grunting with effort] Lilith wouldn’t like it.

Morgyn: Ah, now we get to the crux of your argument. Respectfully, Caleb, I know she’s family, but she’s also selfish and manipulative. Your philosophies are no longer compatible, if they ever were. Would it kill you to admit you’ve grown apart?

Caleb: Yes, she can be cruel, but it’s only because-

Morgyn: She’s jealous, of course. She wants you all to herself. But you’d think after a century you’ve earned the right to your own life. It would benefit you both.

Caleb: What if it’s just too soon?

Morgyn: [chuckles] You may be an old man, and I’m no spring chicken myself, but five years is plenty long enough. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.

Caleb: [quietly] But it won’t last forever. You’re keeping old age at bay for now, but one day you’ll have to relent, and then-

Morgyn: That’s a problem for the very distant future. [whispers] Just promise you’ll keep thinking about it.

Caleb: I’ve thought about it.

Morgyn: And?

Caleb: Let’s do it.

Morgyn: Great! There’s an adorable little cottage for sale on the outskirts of Glimmerbrook. We can swing by and see it before you head back-

Caleb: [laughs] You were never going to let me say no, were you?