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all yours, always was. [austin!elvis x reader.]

summary: where you and elvis are past the friendship point by plenty of nights together and kisses shared, but not quite in the lovers stage yet. one day, you decide to push too far, and elvis snaps. turns out, that’s was what you wanted all along.

warnings: friends with benefits, possessiveness, jealousy, elvis being a condescending jerk, tbh. | SMUT: dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected & semi-rough sex. [this is nasty, and i’m not even sorry]

word count: 4.9K [went overboard w this, oops.]

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What began as nothing but a one-night stand after a successful concert, turned into a friend with benefits situation over a few months.

Elvis couldn’t get enough of you, and he’d turned you into quite the insatiable little thing since the first time he had you.

It was all secret, though. To the public and his fans, Elvis was single and ready to give an opportunity to a lucky fan.

Safe to say, (because it always happens in situations like this one)… over time, things between Elvis and you had started to get messier and much more difficult to handle.

You had started to look away whenever Elvis got closer to the crowd to flirt with random fans, not enjoying the sight — and Elvis had begun to notice the way his fist tightened unconsciously whenever any man dared to approach you, even when he was around.

That’s when it all clicked, fans expected flattery and men flirted with you because of a simple reason… you two were a secret. No one had a clue of what happened behind closed doors.

And the worst part? Elvis and you were just friends, right? So why get mad whenever someone else attempted to make an advance? Didn’t make an ounce of sense, and you both knew it.

Elvis had been getting ready for that day’s concert when he saw you, he’d been humming a tune but immediately stopped when his eyes landed on you and the summer dress you wore, the material fitting your body in all the right places, making you look truly dashing, just as he imagined you’d look when he bought the dress for you. You were breathtaking.

On the other hand, you were distracted looking around the stage, the place was huge and you couldn’t help but feel proud of Elvis, the place had sold out entirely, not a single seat had been left available. People truly loved him and his crazy ass dance moves.

Feeling eyes on you, you turned around. It took you a couple of seconds to find him, but eventually you spotted Elvis’ face peaking next to the curtain, not wanting to be seen by anyone else but you, even if the fans weren’t there yet, he wanted to be discreet.

He smirked at you, his eyes shamelessly trailing over your body before returning his gaze to meet yours, his intentions clear behind those beautiful blue eyes of his as he bit his lip.

He liked the dress. He really liked it. But not as much as he liked the woman wearing it.

You licked your lips and sighed, he made a come hither motion with his fingers, and now that the intention had been set, you perceived the lust lacing his smile.

With half your mind on it, you began walking amongst the growing crowd towards the backstage door, his guards recognized you by now.

You only took a couple of steps before you felt someone touching your arm softly, to get your attention, though.

Turning around, you met a soft-looking man, warm brown eyes, curly hair, boyish smile. You didn’t know him, but something about his presence made you feel at ease, he seemed sweet.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he apologized, a nervous sigh escaping his lips. “I just saw that dress and… god, you’re really pretty, I had to talk to you.”

“Aw, thank you!” you said with a genuine smile, your hand falling to his arm. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

You knew what you were doing, of course you did. But it was time to test the waters, to see how far and deep you could go before Elvis snapped and either dragged you back to shore, or let you drown in your stupid actions.

Truth is, you were done with being his fuck-buddy, you wanted so much more, and if he wasn’t willing to bring the matter up by himself, you’d give him a little push, then.

Knowing that you were within his range of view, you kept the conversation and managed to give it a flirty twist, knowing fully well that Elvis was watching closely, and oh, he was hating every single second of it.

Elvis felt a warm, burning feeling invading his insides, it began in his stomach and spread all over his chest, leaving an uncomfortable feeling, making him dig his fingernails into his palm and his jaw tick.

He didn’t like what he was seeing. He wasn’t happy with the way you were smiling up at the man, or how he was looking at you, and God, he hated to see your hand on the man’s arm, fingers slightly squeezing his bicep.

It was too much to take, so before doing something stupid that could ruin his career and push you away, Elvis walked away from where he was standing.

“Gotta get back before my sister realizes I sneaked in without her,” the man, whose name was Alex, chuckled. “I’ll call you later, though.”

“Sure!” you said with an amused smile, although you weren’t sure what amused you more, his timid attitude or the fact that you probably wouldn’t be available later. “See ya, Alex.”

The man walked away, looking back at you at least twice before he made it to the exit and back to the hundreds of fans lining up to enter the arena.

With a satisfied smile in your lips, you turned around and made your way to were Elvis had been standing, he wasn’t there anymore, though.

You had no issues making it to the backstage area, and soon enough, you found yourself in front of his dressing room door.

“Come in,” Elvis’ deep voice welcomed you as soon as you knocked the door three times, letting him know it was you.

When you walked in, you were greeted by the glorious sight of him wearing his full concert attire, his hair styled as always, some strands falling to his forehead as the sides remained slicked back.

He looked really handsome, you couldn’t lie. The color of his suit brought out his gorgeous blue eyes, and the cologne that invaded your senses made your knees weak.

You probably would’ve knelt for him if he asked you to.

“Who was that?” he asked nonchalantly, focusing his attention on combing his hair in front of the mirror.

“Who?” you asked, genuinely confused for a couple of seconds before you caught up. “Oh, Alex?”

“So he has a name, then.”

Oh.

“I just met him,” you hurried to attempt to explain yourself, even though you had no reason to. “He liked my dress and—“

“Bet he liked it,” Elvis scoffed, looking at you through the mirror reflection. “He’d have to be blind not to, baby.”

“Elvis…”

“You can’t go ‘round, talkin’ to strangers.”

“What?” you grimaced at him, not getting his argument. He was being senseless.

“We ain’t sure of his intentions,” he explained, though the way he clenched his jaw was a sign that he didn’t feel like explaining his reasons to you. “He could be dangerous.”

You scoffed at his words, and the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him, for he turned around to face you, his jaw set and a single eyebrow raised, silently questioning you.

“He was nice, you know? And kind too,” you said with a simple shrug, acting innocent to his accusations. “He asked where I bought my dress, just that.”

“You told him I bought it for ya’?” he questioned, voice demanding an answer. “that I bought it for you jus’so I could rip it off your body whenever I wanted?”

“Of course not.”

“‘Course not,” he echoed your words, slowly wetting his lips as he looked down at his shoes before raising his head again, holding now a new composure.

“It would’ve ruined the conversation.”

“Why is that?” he ironically asked and didn’t even let you speak before he continued. “Oh right, ‘cause you were flirtin’ with him.”

Despite the soft tone and smile that decorated Elvis features, you could see past that and notice the annoyance he truly felt, he wasn’t happy with you, or what you’d done.

“So what if I was?” for the first time in all the time you’ve known the man, you talked back without a drop of hesitation.

Elvis was speechless, and it showed in the way both his eyebrows raised as he opened his mouth to say something, except that nothing came out. He thought he had the situation under control, that he had you right where he wanted— but then you went and said that.

“What do you mean ‘so what’?” he was about to go on a rant, but you interrupted him before he could even get started.

“I’m not yours, Elvis.”

Elvis stared at you silently, and that was more dangerous than anything he could’ve said. He was glaring at you, but within the waves of anger, you perceived swirls of lust deep in his blue eyes. He nodded his head slowly as he looked away, clicking his tongue as his eyes fell back on you, looking at you one last time before turning around.

You had poked the wrong tiger.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he rasps, his back fully turned to you. “The show is ‘bout to start, I can’t think straight with ya’ in here.”

“I- okay.“ you knew better than to argue with him.

“But you better be here by the time I get back.”

You nodded your head and silently made your way out, planning on sneaking into the crowd as soon as possible.

Elvis, on the other hand, was set on showing you just how wrong you were.

Elvis tried to not let what happened get to him. He tried to act normal. — The fans carried no guilt, right? So why should he behave any differently with them?

That was his thought process during the first 15 minutes of the show, he acted as his usual self, smiling, singing, swaying his hips at the beat of the music and sending ocasional flirty looks at random women on the audience to make them scream and blush.

He was trying his hardest to avoid looking at you, which you noticed.

He was doing a great work at pretending you weren’t there, but it was a genuine struggle. Elvis was so used to seeing you in the crowd, to finding your eyes with his, that it felt wrong to pretend you didn’t exist.

So, he acted mature and looked at where you stood.

And, remember when he was being decent? All those thoughts of decency got thrown out the window when he saw that fucking guy, Alex, standing next to you and whispering something into your ear— right in the middle of HIS concert.

From there on, there was no way for him to deny his sour mood.

The rest of the concert he spent dancing almost aggressively, singing certain songs with spite, and joking around, though it’s worth to mention his jokes were condescending, sarcastic even.

Anyone who knew him well enough could tell he was mad. And of course, you were the first one to notice. — Hard not to, considering he glared your way several times along the show.

Once the show was half a song from being over, you sneaked away from Alex’s presence and made your way discreetly to the backstage, to where Elvis expected you to be.

You only had to wait for 10 minutes before he walked through the door, sweaty, with heavy breathing, reddened cheeks and messy hair.

He was truly a sight to behold.

His eyes fell on you once, and that was more than enough to coax a smile out of your lips. A satisfied smile, at that. And boy, didn’t that piss him off even further.

He clicked his tongue and silently walked to the door, placing his big hand around the handle to close it shut, to get the privacy you’d certainly need.

“We gotta leave in 5!” A voice called down the hallway, right when Elvis was about to close the door.

Elvis audibly groaned and rolled his head around, closing his eyes and lowering his head as he exhaled heavily. What he wanted to do would definitely take more than 5 minutes.

Right when you were about to ask if he was okay, Elvis spun around to face you, a determined look in his eyes as he took a step closer to where you sat, offering you his hand.

“Let’s go,” he said angrily, not even looking at you but keeping his hand extended to you.

He was being a walking contradiction, and it’s safe to say you were slightly thrown off due to how he was handling the situation, but you knew that the best thing would be to listen to him.

You accepted his hand by taking it, he pulled you up with enough strength to make your body bump against his. He let go of your hand seconds after, but made sure to place it on your lower back as he walked you both to the exit.

People rushed left and right to pick up the scenario utilities, some of them stopped to take a glance at Elvis, but kept to themselves when they took notice of the way the singer’s bad mood— the way he pushed you around being proof of it.

You wanted to at least say goodbye, but Elvis couldn’t have cared less, when he felt you stopping and noticed the group of people in front, he huffed and applied more pressure on your lower back, forcing you to move.

“Goodbye, Elvis!” someone called, it was hard to tell who.

“Yeah.” he grumbled, walking to a chauffeur standing by the exit of the arena. “Could ya’ give me my keys? The Cadillac ones.”

You’d be leaving in his personal car.

The man seemed confused by the change of plans, but handed him his keys with a nod. Elvis grabbed the keys and hurried you both to the parking space where his car was parked.

Once you were there, Elvis opened the passenger’s door for you, offering you his hand to help you get in, you accepted the gesture while looking at him, but Elvis didn’t spare a glance your way.

When you were inside, he shut the door and walked around the car, getting inside and immediately turning on the car, remaining speechless and not staring at you, acting as if you weren’t there.

That’s when you knew you’d screwed up for real. He was MAD, not even playful mad, just plain out mad.

The drive to the hotel would’ve been peaceful under any other circumstances. But at that moment? The tension could be felt in the air, it emanated from Elvis as intensely as his cologne did.

His grip on your thigh was almost a bit too harsh, and you wondered if the tight grip he kept around the steering wheel didn't hurt his fingers— as his knuckles were white from the strain.

Elvis had always been a very talkative person with you, he always had something to say, an anecdote to tell or an idea to share with you. For that very reason, he knew damn well how crazy his silence was driving you.

But you deserved it.

“Elvis.” you finally said, staring at him as he drove silently.

No answer came from him, and if it weren't for the way his jaw clenched, you would have thought he didn't hear you.

“You know I didn’t mean to upset you, right?” your voice was soft and delicate, small even, devoid of the playful nature you’d had earlier. “I was just messing around.”

“Hm.”

“I didn’t mean—“ you continued, or at least attempted to before he interrupted you curtly.

“Ya’ never mean a thing, do ya’ baby?” he rasped out, an ironic tone bleeding through his voice.

Oh, fuck.

“Your hand just happened to land on his arm,” he kept talking, his grip around the wheel getting impossibly tighter. “Must ‘ave been a gust of wind, that made it land there.”

“I—“

“And that little smirk appeared on your lips, heavens know how, ‘cause ya’ didn’t mean any of it, right?” He was being sarcastic, but his voice and tense frame exuded anger.

“I- I don’t,” suddenly you were feeling very nervous, unable to get a proper hold of your words. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Hm.”

You weren’t sure of what worried you more, his short ‘hm’ or just how angry he sounded whenever he spoke.

But even through his act, you could see the real emotion he felt. He was jealous. And despite the situation, it was a good sign. It meant that the cared about you, that he actually gave a damn whether other people were interested in you or not, that the idea of losing you wasn’t of his liking.

Once at his place, the path to his bedroom was familiar to you, so much so that there was no need to speak or even look at each other, this was destined to end in one place, and one place only.

In his bedroom, Elvis latched the door shut, and still with his back to you, pressed his forehead against the door, and sighed heavily, as if he was trying to relax.

The thought that he might feel sick crossed your mind, after all, the amounts of adrenaline he dealt with after concerts were immense.

And as if he had read your mind, Elvis straightened up and turned to you, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the universe. You felt small under his gaze, and rightfully so.

“I’m so done with this lil game of yours, mama,” he assured you, both hands on his hips to enhance his attitude. “I ain’t playin’ no more.”

“What?” you questioned, genuinely concerned. What if he decided that enough is enough and decided to break things up?

“Get on that bed, right now.” he barked the order at you, nodding his head to the king side bed behind you.

He didn’t have to tell you twice, with your eyes still on him, you took a couple of steps back and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Now what?”

“Imma show you how I’ve owned ya’ since the first time I had ya’.”

He sounded completely sure of his words, the dark look in his eyes was all you needed to know he meant it. Without noticing, you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the tension.

It only took a couple of long steps for Elvis to be in front of you. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, it wasn't a caress or a sweet gesture, his lips moved against yours with desperation, both of his hands were placed at your sides, trapping you between the bed and his body.

With one arm around your torso, Elvis moved you higher on the bed, his body following yours immediately, his lips still against yours.

His hands balled up your dress, trying to get it out of the way without having to separate from you, eventually, he got fed up and ripped the fabric off your body, tearing apart the dress that had started it all.

He slid his tongue inside your mouth, as he opened the clasp of your bra (which was located between your breasts), and threw the clothing piece away.

You fell back to the bed, and he followed suit. Immediately, you felt him hard against your thigh and thought you’d have it your way, however, his lips began to move down to your neck, to your breasts where he sucked and licked till you begged him to do something else, and continued going down and down, sliding your underwear down your legs on his way down, until his head was between your thighs, his face inches away from your pussy.

"I wanna taste ya’." he said, his fingers teasing the sensitive area, brushing against your clit and caressing near your entrance.

"Fuck Elvis, please," you begged and he huffed. "Just fuck me already."

That was tempting enough, but now that he had the upper hand of the teasing game, Elvis found it hard to let go.

"I want to eat you out," he said, caressing your thighs softly to relax you. "you're not gonna turn down what I give you, are you? You’re smarter than that.”

Fuck, that got you.

You opened your legs even more so he'd have better access, and you felt his smirk against your skin, as he placed a little kiss in the inside of your thigh.

"That’s what I thought." he teased, always with his need to have the last word.

He wrapped both arms around your thighs to keep them open and lowered his head, doing his thing.

His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out a moan you were ashamed of, because of how ridiculously loud it had been.

He let go one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, using his free hand to slide it in between your legs and all the way inside you, while keeping his relentless pace with his tongue.

His fingers buried inside you rhythmically, they curled against your sweet spot right when he sucked harshly on your clit, and his tongue would twirl around as his fingers reached deep.

The sounds you let out, the way you pulled on his hair and clenched around his fingers were clear signals that you were about to cum, so what if he just...

He pulled out his fingers and removed his head from between your thighs, having the perfect view of your face, realizing that he'd denied you an orgasm.

"Elvis!"

"What is it, doll?" he asked innocently, licking his fingers, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in both annoyance and need.

"Just take me..."

“Hm,” he pretended to think about it, before plunging two fingers back inside you, continuing with his ministrations as if he hadn’t stopped at all.

He was doing everything he knew drove you insane. He curled his fingers in the right spot, kept the perfect speed and went so deep that his knuckles would disappear, his fingers coated in your wetness easing the work for him.

“See how well I know ya’?” he questioned, an undeniable cocky tone in his voice, his eyes drinking up on the sight of you, moaning desperately, arching your back as you tried your best to ride his fingers, but to no avail.

You could barely understand what he was saying, so lost in the pleasure, the ecstasy being almost a little too much.

“I know that if I curl my fingers here,” he emphasized his words by curling his fingers inside your pussy, the tips of his fingers pressing on your spot. “and keep ‘em there, you’ll be cumming all over my hand.”

He wasn’t wrong. You felt your release getting closer with every second that passed, and his cocky attitude was only riling you up.

“Please.” you begged, voice raspy after moaning so much.

“Now you’re being nice,” he had a shit-eating smile plastered on his face, a shame you were to fucked out to see it. “ain’t that cute?”

“Please, Elvis,” you begged, saying his name in the perfect pitch to make his dick twitch inside his pants. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Nah, that ain’t gonna happen.” he shook his head, stilling his fingers inside you.

“What?” your eyes widened as you looked at him in disbelief.

“The only way you’re gettin’ off tonite is around my cock,” he assured, pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy with ease. “Do you deserve it, tho?”

“Elvis, I’m sorry… I—“ you didn’t know what else to say, the absence of his fingers inside you being almost painful. “Please.”

He couldn't help but smirk, he had you completely under his control, had you begging and pleading for him, and that made him harder than he already was.

He began to unbuckle his belt slowly, letting the buckle rattle as it opened, slowly pulling the belt out of the loops as he stared at you, devouring your naked body with his gaze.

“Ya’ should consider yourself lucky I won’t have it any other way,” Elvis sighed, pulling down his pants and freeing his dick, which slapped his lower abdomen right after. “It’s my cock or nothing.”

That was a way to ask for permission, he wanted to make sure you wanted this to happen, because despite of how turned on he was, he wanted to be certain you desired him.

You nodded your head repeatedly, spreading your legs open for him, an open invitation for him to delve in. So he did.

A relieved moan left your lips when Elvis buried himself inside you, slipping in easily but still managing to stretch you out deliciously, as if it were the first time.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” he asked right into your ear, giving you some seconds to adjust to his size.

“Yes, yes, just for you.”

“Then you’re gonna cum when I tell ya’ to.”

For a solid two seconds, you thought you would be able to meet the challenge - however, Elvis started to thrust and all your composure went to shit.

His eyes found yours as he took on a fast, hard, deep pace, the eye contact made you shudder, and a satisfied grin formed on his lips as his hips moved against yours- he felt and looked so good… you tightened your walls around him, causing him to let out an almost feral sound.

His arms caged you against the bed, his lips pressed against the skin of your neck and his pace fastened, your legs were over his thighs, so all he had to do to get a new angle, was to wrap your legs around his waist and push up.

Despite the fact that it was supposed to be some sort of punishment for you, Elvis was doing every single thing he knew drove you insane, getting his own pleasure by bringing yours to your body with every thrust of his hips.

“Such pretty noises you're making for me… am I making ya’ feel good?” Elvis didn't know where he got the control to keep teasing you, since his cock was so deep inside you that its outline surely bulged in your stomach.

“Y-yes, fuck, Elvis, ah-“ you couldn’t even speak properly.

“That’s right, right there, isn’t it?” he said with a satisfied smirk, as his hips thrust at a certain angle that made the tip of his dick make contact with your g-spot. “I am, only I can make ya feel this way, baby.”

“Oh my- yeah, yeah.” you nodded clumsily, probably not listening to a single word he said. And while it was an ego-booster to know he was fucking you so damn good you could barely speak, Elvis wanted you, needed you, to listen.

“Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't ya’?” he slowed his thrusts down to almost nothing, he wanted you to answer properly. “You like when I’m jealous?”

“If you keep fucking me like this,” you mumble, voice raspy as Elvis slows down to a stop. “I’m gonna love it.”

He wanted to be mad. You were making him jealous on purpose, even though you knew how much he hated it— yet couldn't deny your brattiness made him so horny, he wanted to fuck it out of you.

So he did, picking up his pace again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, his lips sucking on the skin below your ear, before kissing your jaw and finally your lips.

“You’re mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbled over your lips, his cock fucking you like never before, going deeper than ever. “My Y/N.”

“All yours,” you manage to say, your eyes snapping shut as your walls begin to clench around his cock, tighter every time. “always was.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

His pace changed, now his hips moved with a sole purpose. Making you come.

Not too long after, Elvis felt you clenching around him again, your walls tightening around his dick repeatedly, your moans had gotten high-pitched, and he was pretty sure he could feel your nails scratching the hell out of his back.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, Elvis cupped your face in his hand, turning your face so he could look you directly in the eye as he said it.

“Cum for me angel, c’mon.”

And as if your body was trained to listen to his commands, your orgasm came instantly, the wave of pleasure being so intense that your eyes rolled, your back arched and your thighs pressed against his body, your heels pushing against his lower back to drive him deeper inside you, if possible.

Being so deep inside you while you climaxed did it for him, and he shortly followed, spilling inside you as his hips stuttered in between thrusts.

To say you were exhausted was to underestimate the situation, Elvis fell on top of you, as you both caught your breath. He wanted to stay there forever, but it wasn't hygienic.

You were still too lost in the after high to notice he had stood up and walked to the bathroom, and it wasn't until you felt the damp towel between your legs that you reacted with a little hiss, the material of the soft towel making contact with your sensitive pussy.

Neither of you said anything. You were falling asleep, while Elvis thought about how to structure his statement without causing another fight.

Once you were clean, Elvis discarded the towel and walked back to bed, lying down next to you, the sheets felt warm and slightly damp with sweat, but he ignored it, he had more important things to concentrate on.

Your breathing was slowing down, he knew that if he wanted to say something, he would have to say it fast, so he forced himself to speak before it was too late.

“You do know this is so much more than just sex for me, don’t ya?” his voice, unusually small, asked as his eyes focused on the dark ceiling.

“I hope so,” You yawned, rolling your body on the bed to get closer to him, your head pressed against his arm, finding a way to cuddle against it. “Because it sure is for me.”

You were so sleepy, it was hard to know if you were even aware of what you were saying— regardless, Elvis was happy, he couldn’t stop the smile that took over his lips.

“Good,” he grunted and wrapped his arm around you, pulling your body closer so you could rest your head on his chest. “‘Cause I ain’t letting you go.”

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LEGACY STORIES CHALLENGE - Mod & Pack Version

What to expect

Welcome to the OFFICIAL PAGE for the Legacy Stories Challenge made by yours truly, MissLollypop :)

Do you ever find yourself repeating the same steps as me? Create A Sim > Build a house > Have kids > Get bored. Yes? That's why I created this challenge! I have written realistic stories us to play out in the Sims. I also incorporated rules and aspirations that I feel the characters would want to achieve in relation to their story. You may also find a few mods linked as I always use a bunch of mods to play and therefore you will find this challenge requires a few to add depth to gameplay that I feel would greatly benefit our experiences!

Inspiration

I have loved playing The Legacy Challenge, Not So Berry and Whimsy Stories Challenge so my challenge is a little inspired by those but instead with my own twist on it.

PSA

Want to change something? Go ahead! I didn't create this challenge in mind to restrict you, if you feel something else would suit a specific generation better, change it! I just hope you enjoy playing and get some ideas from the stories! Bare in mind some of these stories could be triggering for some people with sensitivity around Death, Trauma and Drugs. Everything that could potentially happen IRL, could also occur within these stories as personally I love to play as realistically as possible.

Checklist

Click here to get a link to a checklist, which you can make a copy of for yourself, to keep track of all the goals for each generation.

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Rules

No money cheats (unless stated otherwise in the rules for story telling purposes)

No mods that make the game easier, we love a struggle here.

You may do anything outside the rules unless stated otherwise eg. If the generation requires to max a specific skill, you may still max other nonrelated skills.

You must complete the goals in each generation to fully complete it, however, if you would like the move onto the next generation as a toddler and come back to the previous generation after, that is also fine as long as you still complete everything.

Complete the goals in order for the story to make the most sense.

Any other children's traits can be selected, it's only the heir's traits that must be according to the rules.

There is a colour palette for each generation, this will be your sims favourite colours. Try to pick clothes/hair and decorate their home with this colour to correlate with each generation.

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The Game Requirements

Many of the generations include multiple packs, therefore, it is recommended that you have all of them installed. If you don't have them you can always tweak the generations rules to change depending on which packs you own.

You must play with lifespan on Normal.

If you have the packs: Get Famous, Eco Lifestyle, Bust The Dust or Cottage Living you may choose to keep the optional pack settings on/off. I understand some of the buggy packs can be a little tedious to keep them on!

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Mod Requirements

These are the mods that will be required for some of the generations, again, If you don't have them/or want to download them you can always tweak the generations rules but it would benefit your gameplay and storytelling to use them!

Career Overhaul Suite by Kuttoe. You will need this for the career requirements as well as the degree nerf addon.

SNBank Bills by SimRealist. You will need this for child support payments, alimony payments and benefit scheme as well as to make the bills more expensive for harder gameplay.

Woohoo Wellness Mod by Lumpinou

Road to Romance Mod by Lumpinou

Wonderful Whims by Turbodriver

Basemental Drugs by Basemental

Mc Command Centre (optional but highly recommended) This is so that whilst you play, other townies stories progress alongside yours!

Socially Anxious Trait by Kuttoe. You can use the in game loner trait instead.

Shorter University Degrees by Peri. I use the 8 credits, university goes on forever in the Sims and it bothered me, I like a challenge but I still like to enjoy the game! To balance it out, I have my University difficulty in MCC set to 200% difficulty.

Spa Day Traits by Kuttoe. You can use the in game high maintenance trait instead.

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The Generations

Generation 1 - Criminal has mid-life crisis and becomes super parent

Story:

Growing up you were unloved and not cared for. Your parents didn't even bother with you. This led to your emotions becoming unpredictable and pushing your non exist parents even further away. So you ran away as a teenager, you were an only-child anyway so you have no siblings that will miss you. As a runaway you spend your time not bothering to go to school, since no one bothered to instil that education was important anyway. You make your money stealing at people's houses that're kind enough to let you in and dumpster diving, selling the items you collect and any way possible to be able to get to that next meal. When you're old enough you start your career as a criminal, delving into drug dealing to earn a living and other unsavoury things. You work your way up the career and are fairly respected within your trade. However, everything changes when you become an adult. You meet that one person in your life that really makes you consider the less desirable choices you have made throughout your life. They make you re-evaluate your life and change as a person for the better. They influence you positively to believe in morals and family as they do, something you never even would have dreamed of before. You finally feel that maybe this would be the type of person you would like to start a family with.. So you do, and your partner will support you, let you quit your job and become a stay-at-home parent to care for your children. During this time you will dedicate everything you have to cherishing your child, something you never got as a child, a parent. You will give your kids everything and provide them with all the tools they could ever need in life, in spite of your terrible upbringing. Helping them with homework, reading them stories, toddler playdates. You name it, if they want it, you give it. You become an incredible parent and after thinking you wasn't worth anything, you feel you have found your true calling.

To get started:

Move into a small empty plot in any town as a teenager with $0.

Add the simple living lot trait.

Have the kleptomaniac and hot-headed traits.

Have the Public Enemy Aspiration.

Traits: Teen/Young Adult: Kleptomaniac, Hot-Headed and Evil // Adult: Hot-Headed, Family Oriented and Romantic.

Aspirations: Teenager: Public Enemy // Adult: Super Parent

Skills: Mischief, Fitness, Handiness and Logic // Parenting and Wellness

Career: Criminal // Stay-At-Home Parent

Colour Palette:

Goals: As a teenager -

Earn money dumpster diving and stealing from people.

Create a shack using the items and furniture you collect from dumpster diving.

Don't go to school.

As a young adult -

Get to level 8 "Safe Cracker" of the criminal career (Boss Branch).

Reach level 8 mischief skill.

Reach level 5 fitness skill.

Reach level 4 handiness skill.

Reach level 3 logic skill.

Sell drugs using Basemental Drugs mod.

Complete the Public Enemy Aspiration.

As an adult/elder -

Meet family-oriented partner.

Use re-traiting potion and swap to Hot-Headed, Family Oriented and Romantic traits.

Change your aspiration to Super Parent.

Quit your job and become stay at home parent.

Have children.

Move into/or build a family home.

Max the parenting skill.

Reach level 8 wellness skill.

Complete level 3 of Super Parent Aspiration (Character Coach Level).

Take your toddlers and children to the park at least once per week.

Help complete every school project your children get.

Have all teenagers finish school with A grades and at least 1 positive character value each.

Knit clothes for your children/grandchildren as a hobby

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Generation 2 - E-Sports Geek makes a life changing decision

Story: You grew up a very happy child, your parents loved you and supported you with everything wanted to do. However, you were always a little different to your sibling/siblings, you were the shy and reserved one, you would much rather have spent time reading or doing your homework, than outside and never really had many friends growing up. But when you were a toddler, your parents introduced you to one of your next door neighbours' toddler and you fell in love, well as much as you can do at 3 years old... You continued to spend your childhood growing up with your best friend, keeping your crush on them a secret. You spent a lot of time gaming at home with your crush, who was very much like you, a little nerdy. Your mum/dad had lived a rough life and always warned you of the dangers going on outside when they were a criminal, so you chose to spend your free time, safe at home. However, they would still drag you to the park sometimes to try to encourage you to be 'normal'. Some might call you a little paranoid, but you would rather be paranoid and safe at home, than up to mischief like the rest of your siblings. You found this put a slight bump in your relationship with your parents though, as they were much more outgoing and thought you were a little strange to want to spend all your time inside. When you become a teenager, you finally open up to your crush about your feelings, well great thing is, they feel the same way back! You get your first girlfriend/boyfriend and end up making some friends at your local arcade, that you start up a club with. You finally come out of your shell a little and begin going to the geek convention, which you go to with your friends every time it's on in the City. When you were a little older, you set your goals on University to study Computer Science whilst also becoming an e-sports competitor, luckily your girlfriend/boyfriend is also coming to the same University as you. You go on to work as an e-sports gamer and excel at it. However, you're not very money driven and you do it for the passion. Everything was looking up in your life you get engaged to your girlfriend/boyfriend, when straight after they confess that they cheated on your with your friend. It is your choice from there, where your story goes. Will you stay with your partner and make it work? Or will you call it quits and continue your life without them?

Traits: Toddler: Inquisitive, Child/Young Adult: Socially anxious (Use the loner trait if you don't want to download the mod), geek and goofball.

Aspirations: Child: Whiz Kid, Teenager: Computer Whiz

Skills: Toddler: Thinking & Movement, Child: Motor & Mental, Teenager/Young Adult: Video Game, Logic & Media Production

Career: Tech Guru

Colour Palette:

Goals:

As a toddler -

Meet best friend.

Reach thinking skill level 5.

Reach movement skill level 3.

As a child -

Compete Junior Scientist level of Whiz Kid aspiration.

Reach motor skill level 10 from video gaming.

Reach mental skill level 5.

Do your homework every night.

Do any school project given to you, with your parents help.

Don't have friends other than your crush.

Finish elementary school with an A.

Argue with your parents about your differences.

As a teenager -

Become girlfriend/boyfriend with your crush.

Make friends at an arcade.

Start a video gaming club and meet at the arcade, at least once per week.

Attend Geekcon every time it is on.

Finish high school with an A.

As a young adult/elder -

Go to University and study Computer Science taking 3 classes per term.

Move out of your parents house to a dorm/student housing.

Become a captain in the E-Sports Competitor afterschool activity before leaving University.

Get a job as E-Sports Gamer (you get this level from being an E-Sports Competitor) in the Tech Guru career.

Max the Tech Guru career.

Reach video game skill level 10.

Reach logic skill level 8.

Reach media production skill level 5.

Reach 1 Star Fame Level.

Complete Computer Whiz aspiration.

Get engaged to your childhood sweetheart.

Decide weather to stay with your partner or leave them.

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Generation 3 - Woohooing your way to the top

Story: You are a very sociable and outgoing child, growing up you're basically the completely opposite of your 'nerdy' parent, you're fussy and quite arrogant but your parents try to provide everything they can for you, that isn't enough. Your parents spend a lot of time in game tournaments and try to get you into games. Fat chance of that, how embarrassing. After a while they give up and try bribing you with toys and presents to keep you amused, but you want more, you want everything. This leads for you to have a bad relationship with your parents. When you're a child, the kid you met in school invites you round. Their parents are famous celebrities and you turn up to their mansion, shocked. This is it, this is what you want. From there you do everything you can to attain this. You're ambitious and driven from a young age, so you do well in school but you get into some trouble thinking you're above the teachers. "Who would want to look after kids when you could pay someone to do that anyway?" You're super popular in school though and you spend a large majority of your teenage life partying, you learnt your way around love very early and realised it's incredibly easy to get what you want, when you are in someone's bed... But you eventually finish school and start the Business career, it's your first day. This is it; you will be fabulously wealthy and everyone will know your name. You start your first day and realise, you're the runt, you're nothing. How can you run this join? Get in the bosses bed, that's how. There are 9 bosses above you and you woohoo with everyone of them to get promoted. Until that is, just before you reach the top of your career you get pregnant with the CEO's baby! You're certainly not going to tell him and risk loosing the CEO position, a baby with the boss could ruin that. So you lie and tell him it's not his, but you keep it, who else will continue your famous dynasty when you die? You're a terrible mother and have no motherly instinct but you do love your child. You do not have time to take care of them, so you get the butler to take care of that. What will you tell your child about their father? People would describe you as quite vicious until you become an elder and your life hits you, you have nothing but your money, no one to share it with and child that hates you for not being there. But you meet the person of your dreams that accepts you for all your faults, you marry as an elder.

Traits: Toddler: Fussy, Child/Young Adult: Outgoing, Lavish (Use the high maintenance trait if you don't want to download the mod) & Materialistic.

Aspirations: Child: Social Butterfly, Teenager: Fabulously wealthy

Skills: Child: Social & Mental, Teenager/Young Adult: Charisma, Logic & Research & Debate.

Career: Business

Colour Palette:

Goals:

As a toddler -

Meet at least 4 toddlers.

Reach level 5 communication skill.

Reach level 3 mental skill.

As a child -

Compete social butterfly aspiration.

Reach level 10 social skill.

Reach level 5 mental skill.

Meet another 4 kids & begin to make friends with them.

Meet rich friend and go to their mansion.

Finish elementary school with at least a B.

Play the violin

As a teenager -

Get a part-time job as a retail employee

Date "the popular teen".

Cheat on "the popular teen" with another teen.

Attend/throw a party at least every weekend.

Finish high school with at least a B.

As a young adult/elder -

Max the business career and become a Business Tycoon (Management branch) by woohooing with your boss at each level. (Ignore level 5 that requires a degree with the career mod, I use UI cheats to get rid of this.)

Get pregnant with your boss when you're the CEO (level 9).

Only have 1 child.

Lie to the father and tell him the child isn't his using the Woohoo Wellness mod.

Reach level at least level 2 fame level.

Have had at least 4 relationships.

Complete the fabulously wealthy aspiration.

Reach level 10 charisma skill.

Reach level 8 logic skill.

Reach level 8 research and debate skill.

Stay unengaged until you're an elder.

Marry as an elder.

Pick up the violin again as an elder

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More generations are coming, these are just the ones I've currently written up, I'm starting a let's play on this challenge so it may be subject to change. Feel free to leave any suggestions or feedback!

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