#and then i was back inside the restaurant and hm somehow put the kitten down in a space where it wouldnt be able to jump out and run around

[audiovisualrecall]

Hm keep having the same...Dream? Nightmare? Anyway maybe I should take it as a warning...

[smuttyanimeslut]

Hello I have big thighs and I was feeling myself today so enjoy this:

Haikyu! But add a love for thighs

Pairings: Kuroo x fem!reader, Daichi x fem!reader, Tsukishima x fem!reader

Warnings: slight NSFW, cussing, thigh kink, fluff, mentions of bondage play, Shibari

Characters aged up

Kuroo

I’m sorry but you can’t tell me this man doesn’t love thighs

Like he worships them

Your wearing thigh highs? Boy cannot help the tent in his pants he just cANt.

He loves grabbing handfuls of your thighs.

He loves having his head between your thighs.

Both sexually and non sexually

Favorite place to take a nap? Between your thighs.

Favorite spot to place his head while y’all are watching volleyball games on tv? On top of your thighs.

Favorite place to suck and bite at when you’ve been a bad little kitten? Your.fucking.thighs.

Your thighs are covered in hickies and fingers bruises from his insane grip.

10/10 you want Kuroo to have his way with your thighs. You will not regret it.

“Kitten,” Kuroo mumbled his lips coming in contact with the inside of your thigh. The small movement of his head tickeled your sensitive skin, as your legs laid on his shoulders, encasing his head.

“Hm,” you mumbled back placing your hand on his head. Curling a small piece of black hair around your finger you fluttered your eyes open to look at your boyfriend.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” He asked his thumb rubbing smooth lines into your skin. His voice was laced with sleep as his eyes laid shut.

A smile spread across your face. “Of course baby.” A hum of approval sounded throughout the room as Kuroo placed another tender kiss to your thigh.

“Good,” he began sleepiness taking over, “I wasn’t going to leave anyways.”

A giggle left your mouth as you played with his hair, lulling him to sleep.

Daichi

Daichi is a lot like Kuroo. He worships your thighs.

Daichi has a more gentle touch though. The pad of his thumb is CONSTANTLY rubbing circles into your thighs.

Y’all in the car? Hand on your thigh.

Y’all at dinner in a restaurant? Hand on your thigh.

Y’all at the movie theater? Hand on your thigh.

His hands live there.

When he has you sitting on his lap we both know one of his hands rest dangerously high on your thigh.

His fingers are always massaging and squishing your thighs. It’s fucking great.

Your hair slightly blew in the wind as Daichi sped down the road. There was no destination in mind. “I want to spend time with you,” he had said as he picked up the car keys.

“Is there somewhere you’d like to do that?” You asked, already putting on your shoes.

“In the car feels like a good idea.” And so you did. The soft hum of music played in the background as Daichi’s fingers found refuge on your clothed thigh.

The cool wind curresed your cheek as your eyes stared out the window. This felt right to you. Being here in this moment with Daichi felt right. Somehow you felt more connected right now, with his thumb rubbing soothing circles in your skin, than you ever had in your life.

Tsukishima

You cannot convince me that Tsukki isn’t into Shibari (rope play)

That man LOVES to see your thighs tied up by his own hand.

He also LOVES garters.

If it can be wrapped around your thigh he fuckin loves it.

The first time he saw you with thigh garters on he called you a dirty little slut and had you meet him in the bathroom.

Needless to say you started wearing them more often.

Tsukki wouldn’t admit such a thing out loud, and he doesn’t show them the same kind of attention Kuroo and Daichi would, but he fucking loves them.

If Tsukki caught one of his friends (Kuroo) staring are you in your thigh high tights while you were hanging out, he would wait until you were alone and cover your thighs in bite marks and bruises so that the next time his friend (Kuroo) sees you, he also sees Tsukki name spelled out in hickies.

Please dear god let me live here.

“Y/n,” Tuskishima said as he entered your shared bedroom. His words caught in his throat when he saw you sitting at the edge of the bed in a hoodie and thigh highs playing video games.

“Hmm,” you hummed not taking your eyes off the screen. “What can I do for you honey.”

Silence filled the room as Tsukki stood in the doorway, staring at you. “Don’t be a tease,” he spit out crossing the room to you.

Completely oblivious to the growing erection in Tsukki’s pants, you scoffed, “what are you talking about.”

The bed dipped down as Tsukishima sat behind you, encircling your waist in his grip. With your back placed flush against his front it was obvious to understand him previous comment.

“Kei,” you groaned out as his pressed kisses to your neck, “I’m trying to play Minecraft here.”

“Put the controller down,” he demanded into your ear, placing a small bite on your neck. And you did because momma didn’t raise an idiot.

[amuseoffyre]

October Prompts - 31st!

Notes: I did it :D 31 days, 31 scenes of Inverse and almost 45k words :)

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

Prompt - Wicked

Life had settled into a comfortable kind of routine.

Technically, they were both two indolent, unemployed layabouts, but because one couldn’t really change one’s nature or the duties of many, many lifetimes, Aziraphale still found himself habitually tempting the unwary, while – unsurprisingly – Crowley’s acts of mercy and good deeds and miracles bloomed out from him like solar flares.

Occasionally, Aziraphale had returned to his shop from a minor temptation and found Crowley waiting for him with lunch. Every time the blessed creature came into the shop, it still gave Aziraphale a little flutter of wonder. No matter that they lived in the same place and spent their nights in one another’s arms, it was still a delight to see Crowley sitting there, smiling in greeting.

It didn’t hurt that he’d been working in Soho as well, from time to time.

New charities, particularly for at-risk young people, had sprung up. He didn’t even have to do anything more than can-rattle for them and profits went through the roof. And the fact he occasionally can-rattled near Aziraphale’s door led more people to the shop.

Somehow, in spite of everything, both parts of their lives managed to fit together so neatly.

It was… nice. Not just the fact that it all worked so beautifully, but that he had someone to go home to. That he had a home with someone who – for some utterly incomprehensible reasons – loved him, where he was accepted exactly as he was, overindulgences and all.

The useful thing, he thought, about being in London was that they didn’t even really have to go far to fulfil the nagging little quotas at the back of their minds. He’d never needed to spend a night away from Crowley, not since the day they had turned their back on their respective head offices and sauntered into the sunset.

The phone rang on his desk and he picked it up. “That had better be you, darling.”

Crowley snorted. “One day, you’ll get a customer when you do that.”

“Oh I have,” Aziraphale said, grinning. “They believe it’s all part of the service.”

He could hear the angel stifling his laughter. “Course they do.” There was a grunt as he must have thrown himself down on a chair. “Listen, what time are you going to be home tonight?”

Aziraphale glanced up at the clock. It was after four already. “I can finish any time, darling.”

There was a contemplative silence on the other end. “Can you make it seven o’clock? I’ve got some bits and pieces to sort out.”

“Naturally.” Aziraphale toyed with the coils of the cable. “Do you need me to fetch dinner?”

Another silence, a hum. “No. No, I don’t think so. I’ll get some stuff in.” Another pause, another silence, then a mischievous, “I have something for you.”

Aziraphale’s ears pricked up at once. “Oh?”

“Mm.” Lord, Crowley was giggling. That was seldom a good sign.

Once, that had meant walking through a water balloon fight in the grounds of the community centre. Another occasion had resulted in an exquisite meal smuggled in from Aziraphale’s favourite restaurant in Cambodia. With the angel, it could be one extreme or the other. There was no middle ground.  

“Will I… like it?”

“Mm-hm.” Aziraphale could picture his grin. “I think so.” A bell chimed in the background. “Have to go! See you at seven!”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale protested. Sometimes, for an innocent little angel, he could be such a damned tease.

The rest of the day passed quickly enough, though the threat and promise of some angelic surprise on the horizon was enough to make it drag. Aziraphale liked to think he could be very patient, but sometimes, one couldn’t help one’s latent curiosity and at seven o’clock, on the nose, he arrived at the gates of the community centre.

They were closed for a change, which was unusual in and of itself. Crowley had a ridiculously lenient open-gate policy. The centre was there for the people he said, and that meant all the time. But apparently not tonight.

There was also an envelope tied to them with a letter A marked on the front.

Aziraphale plucked it down, curious.

Inside, there was a rectangle of card with a scribble on it: Close the gate behind you and come into the centre.

Curiouser and curiouser.

The gate opened under his touch and Aziraphale closed it behind him with nary a clank. He heard the touch of a miracle as the locks – which looked too old and disused to be functional – grated into the locked position.

A peculiar flutter spread through Aziraphale’s chest.

Whatever the angel had planned, he had no intention that they would be disturbed. And if that was the case… well, he really ought to look his best. A flick of his hand replaced his usual – and very comfortable – suit for something a little more elegant and tailored. He mussed his hair up, arranging one curl to fall coquettishly against his forehead, then walked around towards the door of the church.

Like the gates, it was also closed, but it opened at the lightest touch of his hand.

Warmth spilled out from the interior and Aziraphale quashed a smile as he walked through the vestibule, but the moment he stepped across the threshold of the body of the centre, he stopped dead, heart in his throat, emotion welling up unsolicited and stealing his breath away.

Another time, another place, and the angel had been standing there in a black suit, lit by candles, miserable and shocked.

Now, in the evening sunlight, he glowed, from the shining beads in the white, knee-length dress he was wearing to the smile illuminating his face, and the shadow of gleaming wings. His hair was tousled into wild curls and shimmering with crystal hairpins. Even his damned shoes, adorable little kitten heels, were studded with sparkles.

“Right on time,” he said happily, holding out a hand.

As if someone had hooked a string about his heart and tugged, Aziraphale walked forwards. There were chairs on either side of him. An event, he tried to remember, but the thought swallowing him whole was that he was walking down an aisle and Crowley was waiting for him in a white dress and smiling as brightly as the sun.

As soon as he was within reach, he extended a hand and caught Crowley’s, lifting the angel’s fingers to his lips.

“You look beautiful,” he said, unable to quantify all the superlatives flooding his brain. Too many, so many, utterly drowning him.

Crowley ducked his head with a self-conscious laugh. “I wanted to make an effort,” he said, tugging Aziraphale closer. “Special occasion and everything.”

“Is it?” Momentary panic flared. “Oh! Yes! Just over a year since we saved the world, isn’t it?”

Honey eyes shone with mirth. “I was thinking of something a little more personal.” He leaned closer and kissed Aziraphale softly. “Like that.”

He tasted of lipstick and happiness and it was rather intoxicating. “Ah, yes. The first time we kissed.”

“Not quite,” the angel said, smiling. “It was when you said you loved me.”

Aziraphale’s cheeks grew warm. “You’re so soft, darling.”

“Yeah, I am,” Crowley said, the wash of his happiness like the warmth of the summer sun. He fumbled with his skirt, then brought his other hand up between them. “I thought we should mark the occasion.”

When he opened his palms, Aziraphale forgot everything.

Two rings.

Crowley.

White dress.

Church.

Two rings.

He stared at them, then stared at the angel, then back at them.

“Rings,” he said weakly.

“Yes,” Crowley said. No doubt. No hesitation. No fear.

“For us?”

“Yes.” Creases around his eyes. Warm, knowing, happy smile. Fucking beautiful.

“You want us to…” Big thought. Too big thought for words. Good thought, but so big. So damned big.

Crowley took him by the hand. Held his eyes. “I do.”

There were definitely other words. Big ones. Probably good ones, if he could remember them. ‘Yes’ was emphatically one of them. Several times. A lot. And some tears. And rings, given and taken and Aziraphale’s hand shook as Crowley – the ring – his finger–

And then there was kissing and – yes, admittedly – quite a bit more crying.

Some time later, when the setting sun was painting the walls in gold, they were sitting side by side on the raised dais. Aziraphale had his arm around the – his – angel’s waist. His words were finally inching back in, no longer quite so frightened off by the breath-taking euphoria.

“It’s lovely,” he murmured, tilting his hand in the light. Red and white gold in the shape of wings folding together. Crowley’s matched and, though very similar, they were very much not the same. For Aziraphale, red folded over white. For Crowley, white over red. “Your design?”

The angel nodded with a smile. “It’s us,” he said, as if Aziraphale had somehow missed it. He laid his hand over Aziraphale’s, both of their rings shimmering in the hazy golden light.

Aziraphale gazed at their hands, then tilted his palm and threaded his fingers through Crowley’s. “Did you ever imagine we would– we could–”

Crowley shook his head, then tightened his fingers around Aziraphale’s. “What God has joined,” he said suddenly, softly, fiercely, “let no one put asunder.”  

Aziraphale gave him an amused look. “Do you think She would have sanctioned this?”

“I told Her,” Crowley said with a small smile.

Aziraphale glanced upwards, then around. “You’d think she could’ve at least shelled out for some confetti or something, wouldn’t you?”

Crowley laughed. “Oh, shush.” He released Aziraphale’s hand and braced his palm on the demon’s knee to push himself to his feet.

Aziraphale gazed up at him in adoration, particularly admiring the way those rather lovely long legs vanished up under the swirl of the skirt as Crowley brushed it down. “You really do look ravishing in that dress.”

Crowley – though he still blushed – beamed happily and twirled on the spot. “I miss wearing dresses. Robes. Flowy things. I always liked them.”

“Wear them, then,” Aziraphale said at once, well aware he sounded far too eager. “I would love to see you in them again.”

“Yeah?” Honey glowed.

“Long, short, big, small, modest, shameless,” Aziraphale confirmed. “Anything that makes you happy.”

The angel offered both hands down and pulled Aziraphale to his feet. “I love you.”

Aziraphale drew him closer, wrapping the angel up in his embrace. “The impromptu wedding did rather suggest it.”

The angel gave a small giggle the likes of which Aziraphale hadn’t heard since the angel had given up alcohol. Giddy and ecstatic and utterly without any shame. “We’re married,” he said, flinging his arms delightedly around Aziraphale’s shoulders. “You’re my husband.”

Oh look, Aziraphale thought helplessly. My words got lost again.

Probably a good thing, though, since Crowley kissed him, burying his fingers in Aziraphale’s hair and twisting them in a way that made his toes curl and his stomach flutter and blood rush to all kinds of interesting places.

And he didn’t stop.

Angel’s hands were moving even as he stole Aziraphale’s breath and thought. Broke the circle of Aziraphale’s arms to push his coat off his shoulders. Set to work on the buttons of his shirt. Hot palm on bare skin made Aziraphale rear back, gasping, breathless.

“Darling, if you continue–”

Crowley cut him off, kissing him again.

Oh well, Aziraphale thought happily, might as well suffer and cooperate. A snap of his fingers loosened his cuffs and waistcoat and shirt joined coat on the floor. The angel pressed him onwards, fingers grazing over Aziraphale’s skin, exploring, caressing, squeezing, and he stepped forward, forward, forward, each step nudging Aziraphale back, back, back, until he was trapped between an angel and the wall, a blade of golden sunlight slashing down from high above them.

Only then, only when Aziraphale was breathless with want and need, only when he reached for the angel’s skirt, stroking a palm down Crowley’s thigh, did Crowley break the kiss. His eyes were liquid and dark and his cheeks flushed. His tongue darted along his lower lip.

Lord, if he went to his knees, in that dress, in the church…

A faint moan escaped the demon.

Crowley’s kiss-plumped lips twitched. “You all right?”

“Mm.” Aziraphale caught one of his hands, guiding it downwards, giving him an imploring look.

Crowley squeezed him through his trousers, making him rise on his toes, a breath sloughing from his lips, then the hand was gone.

“Not today, Aziraphale,” Crowley whispered. “I have a present for you.”

Present?

The rings? Weren’t the rings…?

Crowley caught his hand, lifting it to his lips, kissing the middle of Aziraphale’s palm. “I need you to listen to me for a minute, love, all right?”

“Listen?” Aziraphale echoed, every warm brush of lips on his palm a stab of heat through his body. “Mm. Listen.”

A flush glowed on the angel’s face. “If you– if I’m–” He cleared his throat and began again. “If I do anything you don’t like or want, I want you to say ‘samsung’.”

Aziraphale blinked at him slowly. “If you do anything… I…” No. No, that didn’t make sense. That wasn’t– Crowley didn’t– that– it didn’t–

“You say ‘samsung’ and I’ll stop,” Crowley said, nodded.

Say a word and stop. If I do anything you don’t want or like. Say a word. Stop word.

Aziraphale’s breath dried up. “Angel,” he managed through a throat thickened with want. “Is… is that a… a safe word?”  

Crowley blushed to the tips of his ears. “Yes. I want you do have one.”

“Why?” Stupid question, idiot demon. Stupid question. Why would anyone want one? Probably more of that lovely, lovely angel magic or something and doesn’t want to go overboard so he’s–

“Because,” Crowley cut across his thoughts, honey eyes finding, holding his. “I want to… know my husband.”

“Mbuh?”

All gone. All away. Again.

The angel’s face lit up and he was kissing again. Kissing and pressing and snapped his fingers and the rest of Aziraphale’s clothes vanished around him. He groaned as the textured ruffles of the angel’s skirt rubbed against bare skin, and caught Crowley’s hips, pulling him closer and–

And that wasn’t the usual bare soft smooth angel he knew.

Throat closed, eyes wide, mouth open.

Crowley reached down between them, pulling up his skirts with one hand and taking Aziraphale’s hand with the other. He was flaming, red as his hair, but he pushed Aziraphale’s hand to something that definitely wasn’t flesh and blood, but was firm and warm and held in straps of leather and had somehow been hidden under the skirts the whole time.

Aziraphale embarrassed himself, both in sound and action.

“You like it, then?” Crowley was pink. Pink and pleased and Aziraphale could only lean in and kiss his mouth again and again. The angel licked at his lips, nipped at them, then, without warning, dipped down, caught the back of Aziraphale’s thighs with his hands and yanked them up.

Angels… angels could be bloody strong…

Crowley pinned him in place – all froth and white and virginal – up against the wall. The sheer sin of it all, with an angel in a former church of all places, teased so closed to wickedness that Aziraphale thought he might discorporate from the pleasure of it. Hands cradling thighs. No effort at all. Pinned him, held him, and Aziraphale could only grasp at his shoulders, eel the press of him, and lower down, the press of it…

“You know what to say if you want me to stop?” Crowley said softly, holding him there, holding him so still and steady, his own Atlas.

Aziraphale nodded.

“Say it for me, so I know.”

“S-samsung.” He twitched his hips, shifting their alignment, and groaned helplessly as Crowley’s accessory rubbed against him.

Crowley bestowed a heavenly smile on him. “Can you… prepare?” he asked. “I’m–” Hands squeezed Aziraphale’s thighs. “Bit busy.”

No effort at all, that. Twist of the fingers, little indulgent miracle. Slick and ready and oh… oh Christ, it was Crowley and Crowley was–

“You don’t have to,” he babbled out. “You don’t have to fuck…”

Crowley pressed him up a little higher, rough stone scraping against his bare back. “I don’t have to do that, no,” he agreed in a whisper against Aziraphale’s lips. “But I want to make love to my husband.” And then he pushed his hips up and Aziraphale didn’t know what made him keen more, the words or the slow, steady press into his trapped, wanting, greedy, shivering body.

No words.

All gone.

Best he could do was wrap his legs around Crowley. Arms too. Holding him close and warm.

Breath on his skin, soft, warm kisses, everything still and warm and close and perfect.

And then…

And then he started to move. Slow at first. Cautious. Aziraphale tightened his thighs, dug in his fingers, growled in want and made things so much worse. Crowley – always good with positive feedback – understood. Crowley started to move with purpose. Strong, stronger, fast, urgent little bastard, oh Christ. Skirts rucked up between them. Wall grazing across his back. Fingers dug into his thighs and bruising. Urgent, heated breaths on his lips and honey eyes watching, drinking him in, swallowing him whole.

The world shrank to honey eyes and every point of contact, skin on skin, fingers in hair, lips a hair’s breadth apart. Aziraphale forgot how to do anything but respond, feel, drink him in, the scent of him, the taste, salt on his lips, flush of exertion in his face, the pleasure and happiness, the delight in the angel’s eyes when he made Aziraphale cry out and shudder and come hard – and almost at once – soft again.

Once, twice, again and again, over and over, until he was spent and his hands were slipping and he was trembling and helpless and making small, soft, kittenish sounds. Crowley laughed – triumph, joy, rapture – and slowed and slowed and stopped.

With no visible effort, he descended to his knees, still joined so intimately with Aziraphale, holding him steady and close.

Aziraphale sagged back against the wall, breathless, sated, reeling. “Mm.”

Crowley lifted a hand to brush a sweat-damp curl back from his brow. “All right?”

Aziraphale tilted his head to kiss the angel’s palm. “Mm-hm.” He shifted his back, wincing pleasantly as Crowley’s toy shifted inside him. “Spiffing.”

Crowley burst out into beautiful peals of laughter. “Spiffing…” he echoed, giggling. He leaned closer and kissed Aziraphale’s cheek. “Shall we get you next door? I don’t think you’d like sleeping in the scud on the floor in here.”

“Mm.” Aziraphale nodded, eyes closed.

Warm hands were on him again and he was lifted – like a babe in arms – as if he weighed no more than a feather. Not empty, though. Oh, naughty, naughty angel, leaving a toy in place. He nuzzled Crowley’s throat, nestling closer, arms under his ribs and thighs.

The evening air was cool on his skin and he shivered, opening his bleary eyes to look up as they neared the chapter house.

Crowley was gazing down at him, all fond and soft and radiant. “I love you.”

“You too,” Aziraphale murmured happily, then giggled. “Carrying me over the threshold.”

“Just a bit,” Crowley said, laughing. “Just rest, love. I’ll take care of you.”

Took a while for all words and thoughts to come creeping back in. Not when the angel filled a bowl with warm water and cleaned him up and tenderly washed the scrapes down his back and kissed the bruises on his thighs and finally, finally slipped the toy free. Not when they cuddled on the couch, angel behind him, blanket around them both, and they sipped from the same mug of hot cocoa.

Only when they were getting into bed – after Crowley gave him and his still-wobbly legs a piggy-back up the stairs – did they settle back down, wrapped up in the glow of one tremendous and wonderful and amazing thought.

“Darling,” he said, pausing in the process of buttoning his pyjamas. “We’re married.”

Crowley, already tucked up in bed, smiled up at him. “You noticed that?”

“But it’s us,” Aziraphale said, sitting down – admittedly gingerly – on the edge of the bed. “I mean we are married.”

Crowley pulled the cover back invitingly. “Yes, we are,” he said happily. “Is my husband coming to bed?”

Aziraphale’s heart felt overly full and Lord, if this was what joy was, then he could see the appeal. “Yes,” he said, “I am.”

[nardaviel]

Part 4 / ?, now with pets and vampire stalkers.

Once again this is a long and image-heavy post, but at least this time some of the images are of a cute Sim kitten. I finally bought all the updates for Sims 4 so goodbye to all my spending money for this month, but now I can play it again.

I was super excited about getting Kinatsuen a cat, but I wanted them to have the exact cat I picture when I imagine them having a cat so I couldn't adopt any of the stray kitties or any of the ones on the computer. So I just made her as a kitten in Create A Sim from the Manage Households option, since there was no other way to do it... but we can say, for story purposes, that they went out and adopted her.

Their new gallery portrait. En looks like he's about to pass out. She's too cute for him to handle.

I also changed Atsushi's aspiration to Master Chef and Kinshirou's to Soulmate, because I felt bad having En make progress on his aspiration while they were stuck longing for a family. (Also they weren't getting all the useful satisfaction points you get for doing aspiration things.) Once they've finished these aspirations, I'll give them the original ones back.

I start playing the household and

this is what I find. Don’t abandon Hou-chan like this, she’s just a kitten ;-;

She’s so adorable, though. She is an affectionate, clever, and friendly kitty!

Atsushi admires her cuteness. This seems like a place for a Lion King joke, but I don’t want to detract from the cute.

It's late so they all go to sleep. Hou-chan follows Atsushi into the room to sleep near him even though she has her own bed al;sdkf I'm just... really charmed... I love her...

She's so needy... wow. My other Sims' pets aren't like this at all. The affectionate trait is powerful. (But it's cute!)

Kinshirou fixed a broken sink, and now he's rummaging through the discarded bits for useful parts. I took this screenshot just because it's such a strange sight.

He’s pissed off that he had to do something so disgusting. Poor baby.

There’s a big market for Kinshirou’s thoughts on etiquette.

I wish I'd bothered to come up with custom names for the other two books now because it's funny to see things like this but oh well, I guess. He was still learning! His titles weren't very good yet.

This painting perturbs me. Hou-chan is the only saving grace of this screenshot.

Fuck. I hate chance cards. H a t e. ...All my legacy Sims and my City Living girl would set up in the street (if they were in the painter career), because they're all that type. But I think En just wants to give up... An excuse not to work, what could be better...

En's laziness worked out for the best this time. It's a shame about the money, though. They're a bit broke.

Before work, Atsushi makes a bunch of quick salads so his boyfriends don’t have to cook. (That is to say, I’m working on his new aspiration.)

Kinshirou and En have a date scheduled, but En comes home tense from work (even though he earned his salary, despite what that chance card result said). So he goes to join Kinshirou in meditating the tension away before they leave.

Sadly, Kinshirou gets bored, and the TV bores him even more because the action channel just isn’t cultured enough for him. You can’t make this stuff up, I swear... And by the time he’s over it, En is asleep. So their date is postponed. There are no screenshots because I was hoping they'd get it together and I wouldn't have to go into so much detail lol

But Atsushi gets promoted! So the night isn't a total waste. He's a mixologist now.

Yes, darling, we’re all very proud.

I don't know why he doesn't have glasses in his work outfit, by the way. I didn't design it.

His hours are even worse than before, from 6pm to 2am. But he gets three days off now instead of just two, which is a relief.

Meanwhile, Hou-chan loves her little toy bird so much that she wants to take it with her everywhere, even if that means she has to glitch and walk around stuck in it.

Atsushi, savior of kittens.

Atsushi wants to play with her with the wand, since that seems safer, but she wants to use the litter box. So he follows her into the bathroom... Let her have some privacy, Atsushi...

Meanwhile, En paints a masterpiece-quality painting! Aside from being necessary for his aspiration, that's just really cool!! I'm proud. Not sure whether to keep it because it's pretty or sell it because it'll sell for a lot...

Nothing really to say here. This is where the camera ended up when I exited screenshot mode, and I thought it looked pretty so I took another screenshot.

I put it in Atsushi’s bedroom because his bedroom is a bit bare. It can live with the Enatsu painting.

Gross, Hou-chan.

Okay, well, En is off to work, but Kinshirou and Atsushi can go on a date, at least. They decide on a nice, classy dinner date at a restaurant I built for them. It’s as boringly built as everything else I’ve done before now (I’ve learned how to build cooler things but it came too late for some of the buildings in their save...) which is why I didn’t take a screenshot but it looks okayish on the inside, I suppose.

LMAO... I forgot I gave him that suit... oh my god... he looks so proud. Atsushi is politely keeping his thoughts to himself.

They're shown to the one semi-private table in the establishment. Probably because Kinshirou is from a good family, even if they themselves don’t have much money.

Gosh, they’re cute.

(I am really, really sorry for those little lightbulbs and plus signs and sparkles. They signify that a lot trait is having an effect on a skill that a Sim is building. They’re incredibly annoying in screenshots, but there’s no way to turn them off. It eventually occurred to me to get a mod for it, but only after the end of this post...)

It takes their food some time to arrive, but at least it gets there, which is more than I can say of the last time I tried to go on a restaurant date in TS4. They don’t mind. It gives them lots of time to talk! Something about Kinshirou’s drink puts him in a flirty mood...

En comes home from work while they’re out. He got a promotion, so he’s in that bizarre outfit again. Luckily, I don't have to see it except in his little portrait at the bottom left.

To put the finishing touch on an incredible date, they kiss passionately on the top floor of the restaurant.

Kinshirou makes this face when Atsushi first grabs him, but he gets into it.

Looks like I spoke too soon.

Kinshirou got sick on his date, and now he's itchy. Hm.

Their reward for such a good date! It’s just decor, not actually drinkable. If all goes well, they'll have these littered around the house eventually.

Kinatsuen receive an evening visitor, a friend of Atsushi’s in another save where I recreated demon AU but emphatically not his friend in this one. Fortunately, they're smart! They know not to invite a vampire into the house.

Less fortunately, Kinshirou is outside expanding Atsushi's garden. Maybe, he thinks, if he stays off to the side of the house, his dazzling gold suit won't catch Vlad's eye.

But the medicine has made him energized, and he needs to get all that energy out somehow. Kin-chan, sweetheart, not in your nice suit... although maybe ruining that suit would be for the best.

En and Hou-chan just became friends! She must have been giving him advice on his painting. ...Also I forgot to change him out of his promotion clothes.

Now that the vampire has left, Kinshirou is free to return to his kitten.

She is honestly unbelievably cute.

Atsushi comes home from work, exhausted and reeking from a night behind the bar, only to find that he can't even sleep in his own bed. His boyfriends missed him so much, they went to sleep there themselves.

En's bedroom may be messy, and he may not ever put the condoms and lube away, but it's closer than Kinshirou's.

Must have been a rough night. En still thinks he looks hot, though. Sometimes having a slob for a boyfriend is a plus.

Enatsu and Hou-chan morning domesticity. En is addicted to painting, I swear. Mixologists and bars aren’t as bad as En and his easel.

His second masterpiece is even prettier than his first. They're both impressionist paintings so I suppose Sim En is an impressionist painter. That suits him, I think. Unfortunately, painting a masterpiece means he'll go to work in a confident mood when he'd be better off inspired, but you can't have everything.

Again... Why is it always En who gets in trouble at work...

My headcanon is actually that En wouldn't judge, but, since that's not an option here, he would want to talk about his passion. En is always ready to share his thoughts.

THAT'S RIGHT. Although it's a bit sad because I still think En would defend her, if anything.

Atsushi needs to improve his mixology for work. Instead of making yet another drink for himself or wastefully practicing and then throwing out the results, he makes a pet drink for Hou-chan. :D

The window for Kinshirou to sell his books to a publisher. A screenplay about the magical boys’ revenge will definitely fly off the shelves, I agree.

No story value, just cute.

With Atsushi at work, En and Kinshirou decide to check out a community lot (not as a date). I actually made it for Atsushi, but... he'll get here someday. Basically, one of the expansions introduced all these food stalls and a bunch of recipes (honestly like 20+ in total) that you can learn how to cook only after tasting them. But it's hard to track them all down in the places the game initially put them because they rotate, so I just made a foot stall lot.

Unfortunately you can only have so many stall vendors on a lot at a time, so it'll always look like half of them are closed... But I'm still proud of it? I think it's a cute lot with nice Kinatsuen colors, and it'll help Atsushi to have this one place to go to. I'm proud of all the lots I built for them, actually, even if they’re often not very interesting-looking.

The moment they arrive, Kinshirou goes straight to the Japanese food stall without the least bit of prompting from me. En chooses some spicy Vietnamese food, but by the time he gets to the table, Kinshirou is already halfway done with his dango. I want En to get used to spicy food ASAP because it's out of character for him not to be able to tolerate it. It wasn’t until I started watching them eat that I remembered Sims also have to learn how to use chopsticks... En, I don’t think that’s now they work.

Getting used to spicy food.

En: Kinshirou, help! Help me, it hurts! My mouth is on fire!! Kinshirou: Ahh, that was so good... such delicate, mild flavors... :’D

En is grumpy because he wants a vacation, even though they literally got back from one like a week ago. I think this is one of my all-time favorite screenshots just because it's the opposite of what would be IC for them.

Luckily, I put some bubble blowers on this lot, so he can relax a little. Don't make that face at me, En. This is for your own good.

...En put in the flirty flavor that makes you angry if you choke, and Kinshirou choked on his very first blow. I guess it's not such a surprise, though. The bubble blowers are basically just game stand-ins for drugs, and Kinshirou would be the absolute worst person to get high with.

Kinshirou: Ow ow ow ow ow! That hurts! En: Yeah, how's it feel, asshole?

En: Wait, shit, ow! Kinshirou: You deserve no better for taunting me.

Kinshirou’s face is adorably pinched and angry here. But En is angry now, too, so they go home and go to sleep, after losing some friendship points. That didn’t quite go according to plan. Tomorrow night will be better.

A Hou-chan’s-eye view. Kinshirou was in the middle of eating breakfast, but she was too cute to resist.

En took some pictures of Hou-chan and put them up on Simstagram (lol) and !!! I've never had a pet get so many followers immediately like this. Everyone loves Hou-chan.

I shouldn't have complained about En always getting in trouble. Now it's happening to Atsushi too.

Atsushi is annoyed that his coworker would steal and put him in this position, but he would rather just keep quiet to avoid a confrontation. Maybe someone else will handle it...

Still better than causing a scene.

They're finally out on a date! Making identical pleased expressions. Kinshirou's taken En out to a museum because he's a cutie deep down and he knows En will like it. I didn't build this one orz I meant to make them a museum but I turned it into an arts center instead. En will enjoy that more, but he needs to look at things in a museum right now for his aspiration, so...

Their animations continue to be creepily in sync as they admire the artwork.

It looks for all the world like Kinshirou's just made a dirty joke about the painting they're looking at, but...

...this isn’t the sort of work that would make Kinshirou think naughty thoughts. It would take even En several seconds to make an innuendo out of this.

But then Kinshirou autonomously offers En a public massage... Maybe he's just in a mood.

They spend the rest of the date in that room, mostly on that couch, sitting and talking. So there’s not much to say about it. But it’s awfully cute.

Sadly. they have to go home early, because En has to work the next morning. He would rather just quit his job, but Kinshirou won't let him.

He doesn't want to let on to En, which is why he's walking behind him, but he’s ready for the date to end. He’s exhausted.

The collection grows.

(I know one is more forward on the bar than the other. It's not my fault. I don't understand the rationale behind slot placement in TS4.)

Guys! Guys! stop eating! Pay attention to Hou-chan! She's just a little kitten and she's lonely!

Kinshirou is writing my fanfiction for me so that I don't have to. Although I suppose that means he's writing about an alternate world where he and his boyfriends live in a fantasy setting with some dude named Arima, and this Arima guy gets romantically involved with them all.

(I don't actually intend to have a sequel to Veil named Kidosen. I just wanted him to write a sequel and that's the title that came to mind.)

Their house, the most boring-looking house in the world, but now with two boring stories! I promise, when they move onto a bigger lot, I’ll do better.

The triad decided to spend some of their hard-earned money on a home addition. Their bedrooms are on the second story now and they have a bathroom with an actual bath in it (this was half the purpose of the remodeling; it’s a tragedy for them not to have a bath). Atsushi's kitchen is slightly nicer as well, with a better fridge and some aesthetic improvements. But the household now has exactly §301 to its name. No interior screenshots because the only really new thing is the bathroom and it's not exciting enough to be worth a screenshot. The bedrooms are almost exactly the same and the upstairs landing is completely empty because they ran out of money. The most interesting things here are the sad, neglected plants...

Atsushi, savior of plants (as well as kittens). He still needs to work on his herbalism. He’ll get to that at some point.

This is the problem with the goddamn bar. You tell a Sim to start mixing drinks and suddenly it's all they want to do. As soon as he stops needing to level mixology for his career, that thing is getting sold.

Even Atsushi himself dreams of a day when he can rid himself of the bar. He is trapped.

At least Hou-chan is proud of him. Or maybe she just wants another one of those pet drinks.

Atsushi suffers from a moment of self-doubt. Is he doing the right thing, encouraging Hou-chan to drink? She's only a kitten...

But she looks so happy.

Yeah. He made the right choice.

...no story value, just cute.

She reached 250 Simstagram followers with this very stylish pose. Her charms are irresistible!

But her love is reserved for Kinatsuen, and for this toy. She can’t stand to be parted from it.

LMAO

Not only does Atsushi barely even know his name, but he's also already married?? Nah, dude, if you want to cheat don't drag Atsushi into it.

Atsushi: Eheheh... *nervously ignores phone*

Atsushi doesn't have work for a couple of days, so he has time to relax and chat with Kinshirou while Hou-chan communes with her ball and takes a nap.

Atsushi: (Okay, time to try that pickup line I read...) So, Kin-chan... what underwear are you wearing? Kinshirou: Atchan. Please, spare us both.

Meanwhile, that lady who makes weird art bothers En at work again, and he comes out on top again. Maybe she should give up. Luckily for her, he should get promoted today.

Atsushi is sick. :C He's trying to meet his death with brave stoicism and honestly judging from how he looks I don't blame him for thinking the worst.

But all he has to do is take some medicine! All better. Time to go find Kinshirou and celebrate his return to good health, if Kinshirou has forgiven him for that pickup line.

Why is he making that face in the middle of WooHoo... Dare I even ask... Kinshirou, I would have thought you'd be more experienced by now...

Then again, Atsushi is completely satisfied afterwards. So maybe he liked it.

I feel like I go on about how cute Atsushi's Sim is but honestly they're all adorable. Also, this screenshot made me realize they just WooHooed with a window wide open looking down onto their street.

Like... he doesn't even go to work in those clothes. I don't get it.

But as you can see he got promoted! He's now an Imaginative Imagist, whatever that means. The painter career doesn't have the most informative job titles.

He honestly doesn't even want to be in the official painter career. He can't wait to get given a super nice easel so he can work from home like Kinshirou, who, by the way, is making the most money by far out of the three of them right now. I suppose that's fitting.

...He and Atsushi wanted to have a date tomorrow, but now that he's been promoted, he has to work. :\ Atsushi's due for a promotion too, so I guess they’ll see in a couple of days what his new schedule is like.

On the other hand, En gets off work an hour earlier now, and Atsushi still doesn't work at all tomorrow, so maybe they can have their date anyway. They were just planning to hang out at home anyway, in true Enatsu fashion.

It was at this point that the My First Pet stuff pack was released, and, well, long story short, they have a hedgehog now. Guess what its name is?

Don't do it, Kinshirou. Don't fall for it again...

orz.

But he goes to find Atsushi afterwards, just so that Atsushi knows he still cherishes his friendship more than he does a hedgehog.

Hou-chan has something to say, loudly enough that Kinshirou is startled.

Kinshirou: What's wrong, Hou-chan? What is it? Hm? Hou-chan: *sad meowing ;-;*

She needs attention, it turns out. Kinshirou is happy to oblige her whenever she wants. Unfortunately, En is lost in his art and barely even noticed her meowing.

Atsushi has made his first foray into gourmet cooking! He's pleased with the results, but he wishes his boyfriends were here to enjoy it with him.

Better late than never. Look how happy he is! It's like in episode 11 when he's feeding the defense club his curry.

I didn't quite manage to get a screenshot of Lilith at the door, but why do vampires keep knocking on the front door after dark?? It's scary. Maybe the boys just smell delicious or something? At least there hasn't been a vampire break-in, I suppose.

Hou-chan is suspicious of Zundar...

...and WISELY SO what the fuck??? What did they do to Zundar? What does this mean???? I have literally no idea. It popped up just as I left the home lot, so if he did something to trigger it, I'll never know...

While En is at work (orz), Atsushi is taking a trip to the newly-opened Arima Community Garden. They need some people to help do some preliminary work like planting before anything can be harvested.

(This is my way of explaining away gameplay limitations in terms of storyline. I made this lot so that Atsushi didn't have to run around the world finding things to plant, and also so that I had a place to put my modded insect spawners. You need insects for herbalism, but I didn't want to fill their home lot with bugs. But you have to have your Sims plant things on community lots, even if you put the seeds there with a cheat.)

While Atsushi works on the garden, Kinshirou learns chess from a very red individual named Kengo Fujita who's a member of what is essentially a chess club. Maybe they'll become friends! Atsushi wants to hold a dinner party soon to show off his cooking, so the three of them need friends, or at least people who'll accept an invitation.

Atsushi is working hard, but it’s a big task.

Eventually, Kinshirou resigns himself to getting dirt stains on his clothes and steps in to help.

Gardening boyfriends! Kinshirou looks like he's ready to stab himself with that spade. The light has changed and the shadows are longer. They’ve been here for a while. En is home by now, hopefully having a nice nap.

It’s late by the time they’re done. For dinner, they have hamburgers from a plate some stranger left on the table. That’s not what I would do myself, in their place, but they both survive it.

A solid day’s work! But it’s past midnight now and they just want to go home. Don’t judge me for the terrain paint, I did my best.

En is a sweetheart and waited up for them. In the background, Hou-chan remains vigilant.

That painting right there is a masterpiece worth almost two thousand Simoleons. En has an amazing talent.

These are, hands down, the best screenshots in the post.

At work, Atsushi once again refused to report that the cash in the register was low, and it once again got taken out of everyone's tips. Whoever did it the first time must have learned that they could get away with it.

Wtf he's back

They know they're being hunted.

Kinshirou: Perhaps he'll go away if we pretend that we didn't hear the bell. If he has no hope of getting inside... we need to act as though we think we're alone. En: Sure. But how do we do that?

En: Oh, I get it... I like the way you think.

Vladislaus: *watching through the door* They're completely oblivious to my presence. Amazing.

En: We might as well make it convincing, right? Right? Kinshirou: Is this something that interests you, then? Being watched? En: What if it is? Vladislaus: I can't believe they haven't noticed me. Their front door even has windows.

En: What are you into, then? Boyfriends should talk about stuff like this, right? Kinshirou: Oh, well... there are a few things, I suppose... Vladislaus: This is absurd.

En: Mm. Actually, why don't you tell me later? Kinshirou: Wh— oh... Vladislaus: *peers through the door, trying to get a better view*

Vlad is a pervert. Wow. I never knew. No wonder he and demon AU Atsushi are friends.

It worked!

Kinshirou: Oh, thank goodness. Maybe we should invest in some garlic braids. En: We can talk about it later.

This is such a sweet screenshot. Kinshirou can already tell that En is planning some sort of mischief, but he's so relieved that the vampire left before Atsushi got back that he's just amused and indulgent.

Oh, no... with all the vampire scariness and relieved WooHoo, they forgot to refill Hou-chan's food bowl...

(Don’t worry, Kinshirou came downstairs and did it. I just forgot to take a screenshot.)

Atsushi is a line cook now! Look at his fancy clothes! He must wear contacts at work. (That's my excuse for why he doesn't have glasses in his work outfits, and I'm sticking to it...)

His work days haven't changed, although he starts and leaves work four hours earlier now, so he won't be getting home at 2am anymore. He and En won't have a day off in common for a few more days, assuming En doesn't get promoted again in the meantime and get another schedule change. But they'll get their date. They’re determined, and so am I. If all else fails, Atsushi can take a vacation day and En can call in fake sick, and they can hang out with Kinshirou all disapproving in the background.

With the day's salary and his promotion bonus, they're able to expand their house again!

A boring deck to go with their boring house.This is the real reason for making a second story. More than the bath, I wanted to have room for a deck so that they could have a hot tub. :D They now have a grand total of §10 so it's a good thing they have lots of leftover food.

When will they move into a new, less ugly house? When will En get to quit his job? Will En and Atsushi ever get to go on a date? Will there ever come a day when I don’t end one of these posts with a question about En and Atsushi? What in God’s name did that notification about Zundar mean? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but we can find out together next time.

[magterrific]

It's been five years since they retired.

Gabe is much the same. He runs every morning, then turns on the news so he can mutter angrily at the incompetent people in charge. Ash listens to the stream of imprecations patiently as he makes his way through his breakfast. Gabe may have left Starfleet, but Ash doubts his husband will ever escape the sense of responsibility he carries.

Ash on the other hand has embraced life as a civilian. He sleeps in without guilt. He wears soft sweaters and worn jeans. He paints because it's a fun thing to do, something he discovered in therapy.

He even let his hair grow out- something he knows Gabe enjoys. Usually Ash is allowed to paint in peace, but every once in a while, when Ash is having a bad day or it's been too long since they saw each other, Gabe will pad into the room they turned into a studio and gently tug on Ash’s ponytail. It's a gentle reminder.

We made it.

I’m here.

And, because it's inevitable with Gabe, Ash’s mind will stray to the last time they slept together. It took them a long time to get here, to a point where it's more fun than it is frantic. To a point where Gabe can collapse on top of him and Ash will laugh and shove him onto his side of the bed. To a point where Ash can tell Gabe to stop because he forgot to check on dinner and he's pretty sure that sizzling sound is water boiling over.

It's more fun than Ash thought he'd ever have again. He gets to shower with the love of his life and roll his eyes as Gabe piles Ash’s lathered up hair on top of his head. He gets to take naps with his head on Gabe’s lap while Gabe slowly runs his fingers through Ash’s hair. He gets to drink pretentious local microbrews and kiss Gabe’s cheek and try to get him to dance. Sometimes he even manages it.

His husband isn't the only one who likes his long hair. Matzah, Ash’s fourth anniversary gift from Gabe, likes it, too.

Ash will never know how Gabe figured out that Ash wanted a cat. He's never mentioned them, never spent time looking at adoption sites, nothing.

“I know you get lonely sometimes,” Gabe had said, sitting Ash down on their bed after a meal at their favorite little restaurant and making him close his eyes. “And I know I can't always reach you. I thought someone smaller might have better luck. Now hold out your hands.”

“Gabe… What are you up to?”

“Hold out your hands and you'll find out.”

Ash had, and a moment later, he'd found himself holding something soft and warm. He'd opened his eyes without being told, and looking back at him had been a tiny cream kitten.

“Gabe-”

“His name is Matzah,” Gabe had said, hands in his front pockets, looking like he knew he was going to get laid later and earned every second of it. “He can't hear, so be ready for him to make a lot of noise.”

As promised, Matzah doesn't talk so much as yell. If he can't find them, he yells. If he can't get something, he yells. If he’s bored or excited or happy or experiencing anything he wants them to know about, he yells.

Gabe thinks it's hilarious. He's always slipping Matzah treats and petting him until he falls asleep and telling him he's a big, strong boy. Ash might have gotten jealous of the attention if he didn't know how fast Gabe puts the cat down when Ash calls him.

After they take in Matzah, the adoption agency started calling them to see if they would take more. They won't, but they do agree to be a foster home. Which is how they wind up with a tuxedo colored cat named Jackie. He only has three legs, but that doesn't stop him from chasing Matzah everywhere. And after Jackie goes, they get Janice, a blind calico that doesn't take to either of them but loves her new forever mother from the start. Then it's Shmuel, then Olive, then Kevin and Tad, then Alice, then Spaghetti…

“I love you,” Ash says as he climbs into bed after putting Sugarplum into her cage.

Gabe snorts. “I'm not cleaning the litter box this time.”

Ash sighs and flops down beside him, defeated before he could even begin. “Where did the romance go? You used to carry me over thresholds and kiss me in the moonlight.”

“I carried you over one threshold exactly one time because you'd fallen and hurt yourself,” Gabe points out. “And as for kissing in the moonlight, we do that now.” He looks up from his PADD, both brows raised, and Ash takes in the hazy blue of Gabe’s eyes, which he refused to have operated on for so long, the damage is irreparable now. He'd need brand new eyeballs if he decided he wanted his vision back. Not that he's ever going to want that, which is fine with Ash. If Gabe is happy, Ash is happy.

Besides, if Gabe ever got his eyesight back, he'd immediately discover that Ash hasn't been especially diligent about keeping the cats off their nice sofa, and it would be a shame to lose his husband to a heart attack when he's still so young.

Ash leans forward and presses a kiss to the tip of Gabe’s nose. “I still love you, even if you do have ridiculous ideas about whose turn it is to do the litter box.”

“I love you, despite the fact that you think it's all right to let the cats on the sofa.”

Ash winces, but he's saved from having to defend himself by a loud, off-key screech.

“You forgot to let Matzah in, didn't you?”

“I had other things on my mind.”

Matzah lets out another scream.

“Ash, he's your cat.”

“You gave him to me!”

“That's a piss-poor excuse, and you know it. Go let him in before he wakes the neighbors.”

Sighing, Ash gets up and opens the door. Matzah immediately ducks inside and makes a beeline for the bed. He hops up and starts pawing at Gabe’s PADD.

“Hello there,” Gabe purrs, setting the device aside so he can pet Matzah with both hands. “You're a handsome fella, aren't you?”

“I hope you're talking about me,” Ash says mock grouchily as he slips back under the covers.

“Ash, you aren't a handsome fella- you're my handsome fella.”

“Nice one.”

Gabe huffs a laugh. “Come here, and I'll show you a nice one.”

“That's the worst line you've ever used,” Ash groans. “I think I'm going to be sick.” Gabe gently kicks his calf. “Very sick. I'll never recover.”

“How much is your life insurance again?”

“Same as yours.”

“Hm, not worth it, then.”

Ash snorts. “Not even a little.”

They fall quiet for a time, Gabe petting Matzah- who somehow manages to purr even louder than most cats- and Ash letting himself drift off. Eventually Gabe must stop petting the cat, because Matzah comes over and settles himself on Ash’s back.

Ash sighs, but he lets Matzah stay where he is.

“Is the cat still here?” Gabe asks.

“He's curled up on my back,” Ash says. “Try not to squash him.”

Gabe sighs. “You're lucky you're cute, you know that?”

“You think I'm cute?”

“Go to sleep, Ash.”

Smiling to himself, Ash does.

@jewishcaptainlorca​ and i were discussing long-haired shazad latif and she told me to write it, so i, uh, did. sorry the way they get matzah is wrong but i’d already written this and you know i can’t kill my darlings