#higher-order function

[venndaai]

every single week my ego is like okay time to do my shot of medication that keeps me from going insane and that I am absurdly lucky to have access to! and every single week my id goes noooo there are too many steps and it hurts :(

[vanishingmoments]

one of the main reasons i've been writing that csound library is because i want to be able to do various types of microsound based synthesis with more sophisticated macro level control beyond what most synths can offer but now that I'm at the point where I can actually do that i'm stuck on figuring out what exactly i wanna do

[balkanlila]

i really love histology

[lesausageperson]

cray zee little man committing evils and malicious deeds while suffering from migraines and steadily increasing brain damage

[vanilla-voyeur]

Very amused every time someone discovers the ultimate way to do OOP in its truest, most polymorphic, most object-oriented form and its just immutable classes with public instance variables and no methods and no inheritance being transformed through singleton classes with no instance variables and one side-effect-free method, potentially taking a function as a parameter or returning another single method class. Brother you just reinvented functional programming.

[ernest-shackleton]

Making a cheesecake for our rehearsal tomorrow bc it's my goal to become my conductor's special little boy

[vamptastic]

like it's baaaad i caught myself staring at an animated fish tank screen like my cousin watching cocomelon in the waiting room.

[tagitables]

AY24/25 Sem 1, Week 6 ～ 💻

[hemipenal-system]

mech pilot trainee who just flunked out of the program. she wasn’t supposed to be anything but a weapon and she couldn’t even do that right.

she doesn’t have anything. no house, no job, no car, no free will, no legal protections. her entire life down to the level of her brain has been organized around piloting a mech for years and now she doesn’t get to do that. she doesn’t know who she is and she doesn’t even know how to turn back on the higher level brain function that would let her try to answer that question.

she’s basically an empty shell that had a human being in it once. she eats and sleeps and uses the bathroom like a person, but her eyes are completely dead. now she just sits places, silently and unmoving, for hours at a time, waiting for orders she’ll never receive…

[ohmy-gojo]

"is nanami sensei pouting?!?!"

"what??"

megumi followed his classmate's gaze to see his ever so stoic, calm and level headed sensei, pouting. although that is kinda an overstatement, he just looks sad, with furrowed brows and somewhat jutted lips. kind of like a kicked puppy (megumi loves puppies ok)

he is curious to know the reason now, what is making the only person with a functioning brain here, pout? it is expected from someone like gojo, who pouts whenever his sweets run out or when his wife scolds him for pranking his students, seeing which never fails to make him cringe and want to die. but nanami?

"he is sad because his wife has a mission overseas."

shoko informed him and his classmates who were concerned about their sensei's dilemma. she continued, "(name) has been assigned to an overseas mission with yuuta, meaning she will have to stay there for 3 days. which is not a lot if you ask me, but oh well." she shrugged

it is true. 3 days is definitely not a long period. is it really such a big deal that it made his no nonsense sensei sulk? megumi is pretty sure he can stay just fine without his girlfriend (or so he tells himself)

while megumi was deep in his musings, you went up to your dear husband who was drowning in his misery. he saw you and immediately his frown softened

"do you really have to go..?"

"its the higher ups order, ken," you gently smiled and brushed his hair aside

"i know, i just.. i will miss you."

"dont you worry," you pecked his cheek "i will be back before you know!"

he scoffed lightly, "easy for you to say miss, the house becomes way too quiet and empty without you there, i also cant stay here without missing you," he became sad once again just by imagining the situation

you giggle at your cutieful husband and cup his cheeks "i will miss you just as much, but we will video call! and i will also make sure to text you every updates that you will think im right next to you!"

he smiled lightly, "you better do."

and even though you called and texted him as you promised, it wasnt enough for nanami and he ended up joining you on your mission on the very first day. he cant be deprived of his wifey time, damned be sorcery. hes not sorry at all! :p

[fozmeadows]

there is no ethical consumption under capitalism

Years ago now, I remember seeing the rape prevention advice so frequently given to young women - things like dressing sensibly, not going out late, never being alone, always watching your drink - reframed as meaning, essentially, "make sure he rapes the other girl." This struck a powerful chord with me, because it cuts right to the heart of the matter: that telling someone how to lower their own chances of victimhood doesn't stop perpetrators from existing. Instead, it treats the existence of perpetrators as a foregone conclusion, such that the only thing anyone can do is try, by their own actions, to be a less appealing or more difficult victim.

And the thing is, ever since the assassination of United Healthcare CEO Brian Thompson, I've kept on thinking about how, in this day and age, CEOs of big companies often have an equal or greater impact on the day to day lives of regular people than our elected officials, and yet we have almost no legal way to redress any grievances against them - even when their actions, as in the case of Thompson's stewardship of UHC, arguably see them perpetrating manslaughter at scale through tactics like claims denial. That this is a real, recurring thing that happens makes the American healthcare insurance industry a particularly pernicious example, but it's far from being the only one. Because the original premise of the free market - the idea that we effectively "vote" for or against businesses with our dollars, thereby causing them to sink or swim on their individual merits - is utterly broken, and has been for decades, assuming it was ever true at all. In this age of megacorporations and global supply chains, the vast majority of people are dependent on corporations for necessities such as gas, electricity, internet access, water, food, housing and medical care, which means the consumer base is, to all intents and purposes, a captive market. We might not have to buy a specific brand, but we have to buy a brand, and as businesses are constantly competing with one another to bring in profits, not just for the company and its workers, but for C-suites and shareholders - profits that increasingly come at the expense of workers and consumers alike - the greediest, most inhumane corporations set the financial yardstick against which all others are then, of necessity, measured. Which means that, while businesses are not obliged to be greedy and inhumane in order to exist, overwhelmingly, they become greedy and humane in order to compete, because capitalism encourages it, and because there are precious few legal restrictions to stop them from doing so. At the same time, a handful of megacorporations own so many market-dominating brands that, without both significant personal wealth and the time and resources to find viable alternatives, it's all but impossible to avoid them, while the ubiquity of the global supply chain means that, even if you can keep track of which company owns which brand, it's much, much harder to establish which suppliers provide the components that are used in the products bearing their labels. Consider, for instance, how many mainstream American brands are functionally run on sweatshop labour in other parts of the world: places where these big corporations have outsourced their workforce to skirt the already minimal labour and wage protections they'd be obliged to adhere to in the US, all to produce (say) electronics whose elevated sticker price passes a profit on to the company, but without resulting in higher wages for either the sweatshop workers overseas or the American employees selling the products in branded US stores.

When basically every major electronics corporation is engaged in similar business practices, there is no "vote" our money can bring that causes the industry itself to be better regulated - and as wealthy, powerful lobbyists from these industries continue to pay exorbitant sums of money to politicians to keep government regulation at a minimum, even our actual votes can do little to effect any sort of change. But even in those rare instances where new regulations are passed, for multinational corporations, laws passed in one country overwhelmingly don't prevent them from acting abusively overseas, exploiting more desperate populations and cash-poor governments to the same greedy, inhumane ends. And where the ultimate legal penalty for proven transgressions is, more often than not, a fine - which is to say, a fee; which is to say, an amount which, while astronomical by the standards of regular people, still frequently costs the company less than the profits earned through their unethical practices, and which is paid from corporate coffers rather than the bank accounts of the CEOs who made the decisions - big corporations are, in essence, free to act as badly as they can afford to; which is to say, very. Contrary to the promise of the free market, therefore, we as consumers cannot meaningfully "vote" with our dollars in a way that causes "good" businesses to rise to the top, because everything is too interconnected. Our choices under global capitalism are meaningless, because there is no other system we can financially support that stands in opposition to it, and while there are still small businesses and companies who try to operate ethically, both their comparative smallness and their interdependent reliance on the global supply chain means that, even if we feel better about our choices, we're not exerting any meaningful pressure on the system we're trying to change. Which means that, under the free market, trying to be an ethical consumer is functionally equivalent to a young woman dressing modestly, not going out alone and minding her drink at parties in order to avoid being raped. We're not preventing corporate predation or sending a message to corporate predators: we're just making sure they screw other worker, the other consumer, the other guy.

All of which is to say: while I'd prefer not to live in a world where shooting someone dead in the street is considered a valid means of redressing grievances, what the murder of Brian Thompson has shown is that, if you provide no meaningful recourse for justice against abusive, exploitative members of the 1%, then violence done to those people will have the feel of justice, because it fills the void left by the lack of consequences for their actions. It's the same reason why people had little sympathy for the jackass OceanGate CEO who killed himself in his imploding sub, or anyone whose yacht has been attacked by orcas - it's just intensified here, because where the OceanGate CEO was felled by hubris and the yachts were random casualties, whoever killed Thomspon did so deliberately, because of what he did. It was direct action against a man whose policies very arguably constituted manslaughter at scale; a crime which ought to be a crime, but which has, to date, been permitted under the law. And if the law wouldn't stop him, can anyone be surprised that someone might act outside the law in retaliation - or that regular people would cheer for them when they did?

[galaxicnova]

you forget to charge yourself so your body automatically enters low power mode. you reach for your cable, but autonomous movement was deemed lesser than core function, so all your servos go offline at once, leaving you trapped in your own body.

you lay there in a heap, fingertips millimeters from your charger. yet you aren’t worried. your core can last for weeks in this state, without all those hydraulics and higher processing power draining your electricity cells.

your partner finds you hours later, though in your drained haze it felt a lot shorter. her touch imparts a brief static tug back to awareness, your subdued sensors briefly overwhelmed after so long in such a low power environment.

she lays on the floor, filling your cameras viewport with her face (eventually recognized as “smug”). she asks you something, but your taxed system’s language recognition fails to identify a meaning.

you just lay there in response, endlessly buffering.

she sits you up against the wall, letting you see her in her entirety as she grabs your charger and begins fiddling with your access ports, her fingers grazing the unshielded metal of the outlets.

biostatic impulses are a lot stronger than most organics realize.

she finds the right port and gently inserts the charging cable, instantly filling you with sensations as all your previously-dampened subsystems flare back to life, your body subtly jolting back to working order.

your movement and vocal systems still won’t work for a while as a precaution until your battery level gets higher, but the instant spinning up of your fans lets your partner know exactly how you’re feeling.

with a kiss, again lighting up your newly responsive sensors, she leaves, eagerly awaiting your return to full functionality.

you stay seated, replaying the sensation of her kiss over and over.

[miks-delusional-blog]

BF!Jason Todd likes to put you to bed before he goes on patrol

He wants to make sure the apartment is in order. He’ll check the doors and windows are locked, that the camera in the front room and security sensors are working.

He’ll check the stove and oven are off, and that all the electrical sockets are off except essential ones. Can’t have any accidents while he’s away.

Lastly and most importantly, he’ll check you’re comfortable and cosy.

You think it’s sweet but also a little silly.

“Gonna check under the bed for monsters?” You tease.

“I will if you really want.” He kneels next to the bed by your side, pulling up your covers.

“You know I’m not 5 right?”

“Yeah I know you’re a big girl.”

You roll your eyes and he smiles.

“Just want to make sure you’re all good here before I go.” He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“I’ll be just fine baby. I always am.”

“I know… just humour me… let me put you to bed.” His teasing voice becoming softer.

“Okay okay…” you adjust from your sitting position, laying on your side towards him. You look up at him and take his hand. He leans over, his face a lot closer to yours now.

“…you sure you’re okay? You need me to get anything while I’m out?” He says low and soft.

“I’m good. Promise.”

“Call me if anything is wrong… and I better not come back and catch you playing on your phone.”

You giggle, “gonna discipline me if I misbehave?”

He scoffs, his lips twitching into a smile “you’d love that. Wouldn’t you?” He exhales still amused. “I’m serious though. Don’t want you up and worryin’ about me or watching silly cat videos. You know I get a notification every time you send a stupid cat video to me?”

“Oh yeah..” you laugh a little embarrassed but he just smiles warmly.

“Just don’t stay up. I don’t think it’ll be an early night for me. Investigating something right now so…I’ll keep you updated.” He leans in to kiss your cheek.

“You missed.”

“Don’t worry doll that weren’t your bed time kiss…” he leans in again planting a soft kiss on your lips. He separates his face still close to yours. With half lidded eyes, he mumbles, “I love you…goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Jay… I love you too.”

After a beat, he straights before standing up and heading to the window. He lingers, looking back at you.

“…Stay safe out there Jay.” You pull the covers up a little higher. “I want you back in once piece.”

Jason puts on his helmet. “I’ll come back alive.”

You huff with slight amusement before he climbs onto the fire escape and into the night.

You turn off your bedside lamp before relaxing into the bed. Your eyes drift to the window, slowly fluttering shut as you fall asleep.

Jason wants to make sure you sleep well. That your comfortable and as worry free as possible. Not for just your sake but for his own too.

He hates it when you’re pacing around waiting up for him. His vigilantism has been a point of worry for you, and he hates it but he can’t stop it can he?

He also need to be sure that your safe at home. He hates to leave but he has to patrol. He’s patrolled the city hundreds of times but he still gets a tinge of nervousness in his stomach.

He needs to be the one to make sure your apartment is safe. Not that he doesn’t trust you but he needs to see every window locked and secured, the chain on front door, the sensors functioning.

He needs to make sure you’re safe and cosy while he’s away.

You’re his everything.

You’re what he fights for, otherwise what’s all this for?

[mylittleredgirl]

watching classic trek again and i forgot how unhinged scotty is. like sure he’s emotional in general but i cannot possibly overstate how little impulse control he has when an all powerful alien entity Looks Wrong at a female crewmate. scotty will throw his entire body at the problem with no plan and no hesitation. higher brain function completely bypassed. doesn’t matter that there’s zero chance a physical attack will work, or that kirk is ordering him to stand down, or that the alien of the week ALREADY wrecked him with a range attack earlier in the episode when scotty did the exact same thing.

chivalry isn’t dead in the 23rd century but it WILL be because scotty will get his dumb ass killed by an all powerful alien robot—and then!! four seconds after he comes back to life!! he tries to lunge at nomad AGAIN and the others have to physically restrain him. i love him. i love this show.

[paulyenvol6]

Look What You Made Me Do

Joel x female reader (No Outbreak AU)

All Joel wants is to get you home quickly, but he wasn't prepared for the tiny skirt you had picked out this morning. Together with your teasing, he finds he has no choice, but to pull off the road and make you see what happens when you push him too far.

Contains: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, degradation, objectification, dumbification, doggy, riding, mean!Joel, brat taming, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, car/public sex, spanking, dirty talk, possessive & jealous behavior, crying, gagging, use of words like whore and slut, slight aftercare

Wordcount: 6,171

Masterlist

Joel couldn't believe his eyes.

"Jesus, honey."

He dropped his head, slightly shaking it while taking a deep breath and praying that he wouldn't lose it.

"What?" you asked sweetly, your smile almost detectable in your tinkling voice. Joel's grip around the steering wheel tightened as he lifted his head with a sigh and took in your whole appearance. The scandalously short tennis skirt, the white top that did a poor job of hiding your perky nipples and the pink bow in your hair.

"You were out lookin' like that?" Joel furrowed his brow and shamlessly ran his gaze down your barely covered body.

"Yeah. Anything wrong with it? Is my hair ruined? Is the bow still in there?"

Your voice was dripping with acted innocence which drove Joel insane. He knew that you were aware of what you were doing, the effects of your appearance on men clearly visible to everyone who had two functioning eyes.

"Fuckin' christ, baby…," Joel growled, but started the car.

He was furious and wanted to reclaim what was his, but if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to do so by fucking your brains out. What was he to do with you sitting beside him like that? A little thumb at your lips, your legs crossed and the hem of your skirt fluttering in the wind, gradually revealing more of the soft skin of your thighs. And then there were your breasts that were showing so well underneath your tight top, putting on display curves that were only meant for his eyes.

"You don't like my outfit?" you whispered after a while and Joel silently cursed as he thought about how many more miles they had to go before he could toss you onto the bed and fuck you until all you could think about was his cock instead of coming up with new outfits you could go out with and turn heads with.

"I like it. I like it so much that I don't want anyone else to see you in it," Joel said coolly and through gritted teeth. You clearly didn't think of the situation as that serious because you just grinned and playfully ran a hand down your front.

"Ohhh Joel. That's so sweet of you. You know that I like when you get all angry and possessive," you breathed, leaning toward him and pressing a kiss right next to his ear.

"You're not gonna like it when I'm fuckin' done with ya. Now sit back down."

You giggled, but obeyed his order, sinking back onto your butt, but your body still vibrating with laughter while you looked outside. And he could have sworn that your skirt was pushed even higher up your legs. His eyes reflexively darted to you every now and then, his heart pounding so loudly that he could feel and hear it in every part of his body and his back sweaty and so hot, it was almost unbearable. He had to do something and although the car was getting closer to his house with every passing second, the longer he drove, the less capable he felt of lasting the way home. And you weren't exactly making it better. 

"Maybe I wore it for you, daddy," you sulked and arched against the backrest, your breasts standing out so deliciously. So bitable. You watched his profile, observing every twitch of his brow, every flinch of his lids and every grind of his teeth with great satisfaction. Part of you wanted nothing more than for Joel to lose it, take the next drive out and fuck you right here and right now, no matter where the road would take you. And you had a feeling you were close to achieving your goal; you just had to push him a little further.

"Stop," Joel hissed through his clenched jaw, his knuckles painfully white from the amount of force with which he held on to the wheel. It was his only way to ground himself because apart from that he was completely at your mercy, his ears with no choice but to listen to each of your sweet words and his mind too weak to stop the occasional glances in your direction.

"What?" you asked all guiltlessly and unknowingly although the glint in your eyes was more than telling. Slowly, and without taking your eyes off him, you glided a hand between your legs and bit down on your bottom lip, sighing in relief as two of your fingers came in contact with your clothed pussy.

"Jesus FUCKIN' Christ, baby, I have to concentrate right now," Joel shouted, panic clouding his mind and his heart racing even faster, but perhaps the main reasons for his reactions were your mindless and irresponsible actions. He wanted to wipe away the sweat drooling on his forehead, but he feared to let go off the steering wheel and risk causing an accident because his body was so tense and felt like it was on fire. His hands clutching to it was the only thing calming him and keeping him from devouring you like a wild animal.

"But she's aching for you, daddy…," you moaned, carefully starting to roll your hips in accordance to the movements of your hands and rejoicing when Joel glared at you from the corner of his eyes.

"She needs you so bad… She's been droolin' for you all day. Just take a look under my skirt, it's so so wet, daddy. And it's all for you."

Your voice was so quiet and airy, Joel's teeth sank down on his lower lip to supress a groan. He needed you. And he needed you now. He needed you in every way known to mankind and if he didn't do anything about it soon, he was sure he would either burst in his jeans or cause an accident by being hypnotized and mesmerized by you and stopping to look at the traffic.

"Can I touch her?" you asked, no, whined and by the looks of it, pressed the palm of your hand against your clit, creating some stimulation, but not enough to properly please yourself.

"No!" Joel barked, shifting his hips slightly because his pants were uncomfortably tight around his hard dick which was only distracting him further from the traffic.

"You keep those hands to yourself now until we're home. And I swear to god, babygirl… I'm not gonna go easy on you. Walkin' around in this goddamn short skirt and tryin' to distract me all the fuckin' time. I want you to shut up now, fold your hands in your lap like a good girl and keep still until I've parked this fuckin' car."

He really hoped that his words and the dominance in his voice might have an impact on you, but he seemed to be wrong. For a moment it worked and Joel was almost about to exhale without even having noticed that he had held his breath in tension, when you spoke up again, a mischievous grin on your lips that Joel wasn't able to see.

"I could give you a hand, daddy, you know? It hurts me to see you feeling so uncomfortable. He probably just needs my hand stroking up and down and then you'll feel much better. I can see how painful it must be… Just wanna be good for you."

Joel grinded his teeth in frustration and then suddenly turned the steering wheel around, making you gasp in surprise. With newfound determination, born of a flash of inspiration, he took the next gateway and drove the car onto the highway, heading wherever it might lead.

"What are you doin', Joel?" you asked with big eyes. While you had fantasised about him taking you in the car out in the nowhere, you hadn't expected him to actually do it.

"Shut up," Joel snapped, pinching his eyes as he stared ahead of himself in concentration.

There was a crossroad and without really knowing why, he chose to turn right where the forest seemed to become denser. And it was true, a couple of miles later the two of you found yourselves on a rarely travelled country road leading in serpentines through the thick forest. The small path to your right was more than convenient and so, driven by pure and throbbing lust, Joel chose to turn the indicator to the right and drove the car into the forest. By now, you were aware that speaking was unnecessary so you settled with smirking to yourself and listenening to your own racing heartbeat.

After one or two more minutes all you could see around you were tall fir trees, through which the sun rays could just reach and create mystical patterns across the thicket. That's where Joel stopped the car. He turned the keys, sighed deeply and then reached to cup your face and pull you flush against him. His lips began to devour your mouth, forcefully pushing against you and using his hands to turn and tilt you the way he wanted you. He tasted of coffee and mint, his lips a little dry - probably from the way he had sucked and bit down on them the past minutes - but god he had never felt better.

Joel's tongue carefully – at least in contrast to the rest of his actions – brushed over your lips, demanding entrance and you were pleased to grant him access to your mouth. Everything was heated, the air in the car already too thin and stuffy, but right now neither of you could bring yourself to pull back and open a window or a door. You couldn't, even if you wanted to try.

A large calloused hand that didn't allow any doubts was firm on your cheek, holding you in place just like it was feeling the softness and heat your face radiated. His left hand was no less bold, making its way down to explore more of your body, which frankly wasn't very well covered anyway. He groped your breasts, roughly kneading the flesh and squeezing it every now and then to elicit a soft whimper from you. Soon, the piece of clothing was pulled over your head and carelessly landed to your feet where you curled your toes into the fabric and trembled as Joel twisted a stiff nipple between two fingers.

"You're so fuckin' dirty, aren't ya? Did all of this just to drive me insane…," Joel murmured against your lips, softly picking at your bottom lip. His beard stubble grazed your upper lip, thrilling you with tingles and scratches.

"Please, Joel… Need to feel you. On my pussy, please…"

"Yeah? Not so cocky now, are ya, babygirl?" he commented with a scoff and slid a hand around your waist to pull you closer although the car seats were a restriction, causing him to growl in dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' hell…," Joel cussed and then suddenly brought a hand under your skirt and cupped your pussy without a warning. You yelped against his lips, jolting backward, but Joel's hand under your chin kept you right where he wanted you, his fingers delicately, yet warningly brushing over your skin.

"Stupid 'lil girl… You don't know what situation you just brought yourself in."

He withdrew, watching your face from a small distance as he began palming your clothed center and it was more than satisfying to finally have him touch you, but he was yet to fight off the smoldering, coiling heat around your clit.

"Joel," you murmurated, your hands grasping his face as if anything could settle his swirling mind right now, but even your pretty doe eyes didn't move anything in him.

He was controlled by his dick and his dick wanted to wreck you.

The air between you crackled as if a small fire had combusted far away, the air torrid and incandescent and so full of animalistic lust, that you felt like you were about to do things that were out of your reach. And his palm felt so�� heavy and firm against your core, yet so vague and unsure in what he was doing, but of course you knew it was all a mask. Joel would have been able to make you cum within minutes, especially with you being in a state like that. He was choosing not to. He was choosing to make you suffer and you knew that you deserved it.

Reflexively, you began rolling your hips against his palm, part of you hoping that he would give you that freedom, but you should have known better. Joel's hand around your chin travelled dowards to gently squeeze your throat once, then twice before using it as leverage as he leaned in to bite the skin of your jaw.

"No. And you better not test me."

"Joel," you pressed, your eyes pinching shut and your chest heaving under the air restriction. He carefully, as if to tease you, moved his flat hand, rubbing the base of his palm against your stiff clit, but it only elicited a painful wail from you. Everything was too slow, too vague and too soft and you needed to let him know.

"Please. Please, daddy." Joel's hand suddenly snatched your throat tightly, causing you to cry out, and then nudged his nose against your temple.

"Oh yeah? I'm daddy now? You're all needy 'n' whiny 'n' need me to take care of ya so you call for your daddy? S'not how this works, sugar."

You clasped your hand around his, pulling and scratching while you gasped for air, but Joel was deliberate and unwavering as he held you firmly, pushing your boundaries and making you suffer until he loosened his grip when he saw your eyes rolling back. You whimpered, your eyes fluttering close when he pressed his palm against your core more firmly and then started to rub. It was still slow, but the movements were more powerful and with much more force so you considered it progess. Joel's right hand that had previously been around your throat wandered to the back of your head, ensnaring his fingers in your hair and gently, yet unambiguously yanking you back.

"I don't think you deserve this, babygirl… Don't think you deserve to have your pussy treated this well. Tell me. Tell me why I should go on instead of leaving you drippin' for me."

You moved your hands to his in panic, gripping his wrist while giving him your biggest deer eyes.

"N-No... I need it."

The slap came unexpected and you squealed although it hadn't been very forceful.

"Tell me why I should give it to ya. You show up 'ere dressed like a fuckin' whore that looks like she'd spread 'er legs for any creature with a dick and then you won't stop bothering me on our way back home even though I told you a hundred fuckin' times to shut your mouth. You haven't been good. You've behaved like a ungrateful bitch."

Tears pooled in your eyes, the realisation of your mistakes clear to you all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, daddy. I – I… I only wanna be good for you. And I thought you'd like my outfit. Thought you liked seeing my l-legs."

Your voice broke at the last syllable, his palm flush against your throbbing clit provoking you to let out a low whine which was rumbling in your chest. His calloused skin felt so good against your bundle of nerves, you wanted to scream, but at the same time you wanted to beg him to give you more.

When he withdrew, you jerked forward, controlled by a desperate need to cage his hand between your legs, but of course you didn't stand a chance. Joel just laughed at your attempts and then reached behind your head to form a makeshift ponytail while you were still regretting the loss of contact. He tilted your head, forcing you to look in his eyes and then jutted his jaw forward, his tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip.

"Show me what you got. You say you're sorry so you're gonna prove it. Show daddy how sorry you are and if you're good I'll think about fucking this pussy."

The clinging of his belt made you drop your gaze to where he singlehandedly unbuckled it along with his jeans. He had you tight in his grip while shoving down his jeans and then taking his dick out of his boxers.

"See that, babygirl? He's aching for ya. And you're gonna make it better 'cause you're the goddamn reason for this mess. Gonna lick it all up and treat him like you wanna tell him how much you regret your mistake. Have I made myself clear?"

Joel tugged at your ponytail, shaking you slightly to remind you to answer him and then grinded his teeth at your round eyes that seemed to be in awe of his leaking member.

"Yes, daddy," you whispered, but were looking down again.

"Go on then. C'mon, ain't got all day."

You adjusted your position in the passenger seat, moving your legs up so that you could kneel on the seat cushion. Then, you lowered your head to his center, all while Joel guided you with his hand. He hummed to himself watching your hand reach for his base and then exhaled sharply when your tongue that was peeping out of your mouth came in contact with his tip.

"Jesus, don't get all shy on me now," Joel barked, his left hand that wasn't in your hair reaching over your body to deliver a smack to your butt. "You know you want it. You know you wanna make a mess all over it 'cause you know it's gonna please daddy."

A wet sound gushed from where his tip was nudged against your lips and then you parted your lips at once, letting him glide down your throat in one go, the sensation so overwhelming that he painfully pulled at the roots of your hair.

"Shit, yeah… That's it."

Joel kept you in this position for a while, his hand leaving you no space to pull back despite your squirming and his dick tapping against the hilt of your throat. Only when you gagged did he let go and relaxed his hand so you could draw back to catch your breath. You inhaled greedily, darting up to him under your lashes and whimpering when you felt pressure on your scalp again.

"You go right back to work, babygirl… Ain't gonna let ya go until I'm satisfied. You wanted this, teasin' me all the way and now you're gonna take it. I'm gonna give ya what you wanted, you just wait…"

He moaned, his dick embraced by your tight walls again and started to make you bob your head around his length. He didn't go as deep as previously, but the brutal pace he set was enough to make you drool and gag, your eyes squeezed shut to prevent yourself from tearing up. You couldn't give him that satisfaction. Not after the way you had behaved earlier. Joel obviously knew how easily he was able to turn you into a needy puppet just by saying a few rough phrases to you or by making you choke on his dick for a little while, but crying and weeping around him now after such little time would definitely be one too much.

With the little freedom you had – your hand at his base pumping him and occasionally playing with his balls – you brought him further stimulation, but Joel took from your mouth what he wanted. Your tongue barely had time to trail up and down his shaft as he fucked your throat, your main focus being not to throw up all over his dick and covering your teeth with your lips. Nonetheless, your tongue sliding and drawing patterns across his length caused him to curse from time to time and your pussy sensuously clenched around nothing each time. At some point, and you hadn't even noticed his free hand traveling down your back, he kneaded the flesh of your ass, jiggling it in his palm and then actually slipped it between your legs again, pulling your tiny panties to the side. You rejoiced, a muffled yelp spilling from your mouth and your hips buckling, which made Joel scoff in arrogance.

"Keep your mouth right there. Don't ya fuckin' move or I swear to god I'll stop."

He went around your clit in tight and precise circles, making you wonder how he managed to maintain such a clear head while you were down here struggling to remember how to breathe. But perhaps it was just Joel's fingers knowing every inch of your body so well that he knew exactly where to rub, how much pressure to apply and when to flick your clit to the side. He had you soaked and slick for him in a matter of minutes and Joel noticed it himself when he eased his thumb into your hole, lowly grunting and pushing your head down to have his dick buried deep inside of you for a moment before freeing you again and returning to his steady pace.

"I bet you've been this wet since you stepped into my car. Bet you wore that to distract me and hoped I'd fuck you in that car. Let's see if you're gonna get that… Need to try harder to get my dick in your pussy, babygirl. And I think daddy isn't quite aware yet of how sorry you truly are."

Part of you knew that Joel was playing tricks on you. You simply didn't buy that he would actually neglect your pussy, one of his favorite places in the world just because you happened to act like a brat today. He was turned on and horny so ignoring your pussy would surely be a punishment for him too. Still, another much more desperate and frustrated part, told you not to test it and rather do as he told before you actually ended up sitting in the passenger seat with your drenched panties, your clit throbbing, swollen and craving a release while Joel drove the two of you home – Joel all satisfied of course. And if that were to happen, it would be the biggest catastrophe you could think of.

Therefore, you tried even harder with the freedom he granted you. You swirled your tongue around his magnificent length, grazing his veins like you meant to worship and memorise every single one and doing your best not to fight back too hard when he pressed your face down his manhood.

"Jesus christ… That's it… take it."

Meanwhile, Joel wasn't ungracious either. He was stilll playing with your pussy, rubbing and tapping against your clit in a way that made it hard for you to properly focus on pleasing him from time to time. Your movements became sloppier, your concentration fading, but it seemed as though Joel had no problems reminding you, pressing a hand on the back of your head to force himself down your throat.

Drool was smeared all over the lower half of your face, mixed with a few tears that had made their way down your cheeks and of course his precum that you hadn't been able to swallow entirely. It was messy and obscene – and so were the sounds that the two of you were producing on each other's bodies – but who cared out here in the woods with no one around?

When Joel finally released your head you were almost feeling disappointed. Not because he had made it particularly easy for you, triggering your gag reflexes and pushing you to the limits the past minutes, but because his hand between your legs came to a stop as well. You let out a noise of disapproval, darting up to him while shifting your hips in search of him, but Joel showed no reaction.

"Backseat," was all he ordered you to do, opening the driver's door to enter the car in the back while you climbed between the seats in the front. An electric wave went through your body at the sight of him, his jaw tight and his teeth grinded, his whole body tense like he was restraining himself, which drove you wild. You must be a view too with your face all messy and dirty, but Joel still limited himself to the bare minimum. Manhandling you the way he wanted you. Giving you short commands.

"Take your panties off," he barked, opening the buttons of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders while you were pulling down your drenched panties with trembling hands. When you looked at your boyfriend again, he was comfortably sitting in the backseat, his hands on the seat on either side of his hips and his legs slightly spread. His eyes were flashing as he patted his thigh, chewing on the inside of his cheek which made his neck flex so deliciously.

"Go on. Fast."

The limited space in the car slowed you down when you crawled onto Joel's lap, but in the end you managed to find a steady position, your legs straddling his thighs and your arms around his neck.

"You know what to do, dirty slut," Joel hissed, his expression still cold even as he was looking into your best puppy eyes. A slapping sound echoed against the car walls as his hand came down on your ass and you jerked forward.

"Come on. You better ride me well or I'll pin ya down on the ground outside and fuck you 'til the animals know my name."

Although the prospects of his words weren't too bad either you really didn't want to be introduced to the muddy forest soil so you gave him a nod, meeting his gaze while you grabbed his hard dick and glided it through your folds. You wanted to be good, work precisely and sensually, but in response Joel took hold of your hair and tugged it back, his teeth sinking into your skin at your jaw.

"I ain't got all fuckin' day, babygirl. You're gonna get to work right now."

You whimpered at the sting on your scalp, writhing in his grip, but managed to bring his tip to your dripping entrance where you circled it once, then twice before inserting it in your pussy. Joel and you groaned in unison, your fingers clutching the locks in the back of his head and your thigh shaking dangerously as you sank down on him.

"Jesus fuckin'…"

You considered the fact that he wasn't able to finish the sentence a good sign and it motivated you further to be so good, he would lose his mind. You took your time while allowing him to fill you, but didn't go too slowly either. In your mind it was the perfect mixture between tasting and savouring every moment and giving him enough so when he was inside of you to the hilt, you proudly grinned to yourself.

The smile was knocked off your face when Joel buried his fingers in your ass and gave your cheeks a firm squeeze.

"Stupid doll. Stupid fuckin' doll who's always tryin' to please me so desperately but can't ever make it right. Always have to guide you an' tell you what to do 'cause you're too fuckin' dumb to come up with it yourself."

He wrapped a hand around your neck, palming your throat while slowly rolling his hips underneath you.

"I thought after 2 years of dating I turned you into a good 'lil sex toy. Taught you how to be good for daddy. But look at this. Look at you puttin' in such a great effort but messin' it up every goddamn time. S'fuckin' pathetic."

You squealed and whimpered, your hands grasping his broad shoulders while he fucked into you from underneath without giving you time to adjust to his thick length.

"Now now…," he commented on the way your nails scratched his skin, kneading the side of your ass that jiggled every time Joel thrust up into you.

"Please. Please, Joel," you pressed, your voice airy and thin, not knowing what you were asking for.

"Shut up," he instantly growled, cutting off your air supply further and laughing at your pathetic little gasps. You were struggling to keep yourself up, your legs burning and your torso threatening to hunch over so you grabbed his bicep in a desperate attempt to cling to something. Joel had obviously noticed the fact that your body was beginning to be too weak to support you, but he was yet to act upon it. He was just whispering dirty things in your ear, degrading you to a pitiful mess while making you bounce on his fat dick.

"Remember how you wanted this? You still do, huh? Do you regret beggin' me like a filthy whore just 'cause you couldn't wait for 20 fuckin' minutes? I would've fucked you nice 'n' slow, babygirl… Maybe tease you just a 'lil bit for wearin' that slutty skirt, but I would've given it to my princess. Would've laid you down on your back and prepare you with my tongue and then slowly feed you my dick. And then make the both of us come and maybe even lick up the mess between your legs afterwards… But now… Look at you. Look at you cryin' and beggin'. It could've gone differently. Could've make it beautiful and romantic and sweet. But you acted like a cheap slut and so I'm gonna treat you like a cheap slut."

With these words Joel suddenly draped an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, lifted you off his dick and flipped you onto your stomach. The rough fabric of the seats left an irritating burn on your bare skin, but before you could complain about it, Joel had pulled you up by your hips so you were forced to be on all fours. Your head was spinning, your dry mouth agape and your pussy already stimulated by Joel, who hadn't wasted a second to enter you again.

"Jesus fuckin' christ… Such a good tight hole for me to use… A shame that you're such a slut. We could have so much fun together if you stopped bein' a brat."

He hit your backside hard, the pain so sudden and sharp that you arched your back away from him.

"Joel!" you pressed, your head dropping forward to rest on your hands.

"I know. I know, babygirl. You're feelin' all bad and regretful for behaving that way and you wanna be good and please me, but for some reason you piss me off again and again. Never fuckin' learn."

His hands felt like iron around your hips, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin and his dick thrusting in you at a punishing pace. Your cervix felt numb under the assault, but a kind that was strangely arousing to you. Part of you feared to let Joel know how much you enjoyed all of this because it was supposed to be a punishment after all, but somehow it didn't feel like that to you. Sure, his treatment was bordering on pain from time to time, your throat still sore and definitely bruised from his thick dick and your pussy was beginning to sting as well, but the pleasure was taking up much more space than the discomfort. In fact, the pain only seemed to add to the intoxicating thrill of it all, but you were afraid that letting Joel know wouldn't play into his cards.

It wasn't like he didn't care about you at all though. Why else would he have glided his hands between your legs again and circled your clit with that much expertise? Your eyebrows drew together, your breath hitching in your throat and your stiff nipples desperately pulsing for any kind of stimulation. Everything was overwhelming, your body on the verge of collapsing and your senses overstimulated by Joel and his dominant presence. Not only could you feel him with every inch of your body, his words had also put you in some sort of mesmerizing trance. You were humming to yourself, tears in your eyes that weren't caused by pain this time, but mere lust and the craving to reach your orgasm.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," Joel hissed under breath, his hips rapidly snapping against yours and his thumb around your nub sloppy and messy, but so good.

"Y-Yes. Yes, Joel, please..."

The last word turned into a yelp, your eyes so small you could barely make out the car door right in front of your nose.

"Cum. C'mon, babygirl. Soak my dick. Wanna feel you clench around it. Make daddy proud, c'mon."

He slapped your left cheek, then your right before slipping an arm around your body to twist your nipple betwen his fingers.

"Fuck. Fuck, Joel – I – "

You stopped, stumbling over your own words and then your body tensed up. You buckled and arched your back as waves of shock washed over you, causing you to moan and whimper and in the end you collapsed as if all your energy had been drained. Lucky for you, Joel was there to catch you and held you in place while he was still chasing his own high. You were quietly whimpering, your heartbeat fast and unsteady, but when you heard a low growl rumbling in Joel's chest everything was forgotten. You could always sense when he was orgasming based on his noises, his husky voice and catching breath so distinct. Feeling him cum inside of you was one of your greatest pleasures in life and so you savoured every moment of his dick twitching inside you and painting your sore walls with white, sticky ropes of his seed.

"Joel," you whispered, a high-pitched squeak spilling from your mouth while your pussy clenched around his length in delight.

"I know, baby," he groaned, keeping a hand firm on your hips to make you stay in place.

Then the two of you were embraced by silence for a few minutes. You were breathing heavily, your bodies and faces sweaty and flushed with the aftermath of your heated encounter and the two of you yet too exhausted to change your positions. But finding that not only was it time for you to really go home now, but you were also in need of a shower, Joel eventually withdrew his flaccid member from you and shoved his underwear up.

"Jesus," he sighed, spanking your ass one last time before picking up your panties from the floor of the car and slipping your feet through the holes. You raised your knees to help him and then turned around on clumsy legs, your skirt falling into place again.

"Joel," you mumured, unable to articulate your needs, but he understood, reached for your waist and pulled you toward his chest.

"I know, baby. Did so good. Gonna get us home now, okay?"

You nudged your nose against his collarbone, shaking your head and holding on to him like life depended on it.

"No. Don't wanna let go."

His body vibrated with soft chuckles, his palm stroking over your still bare back.

"Ohh sweetheart… It's only 5 more minutes. Then we'll be home and we're gonna shower and then we'll cuddle on the couch. I'm gonna get you somethin' to eat 'n' to drink and then we're gonna spend the afternoon together. I promise."

He carefully took hold of your head, slowly raising it from his chest and then smiling at your big eyes that were sparkling with defiance.

"I promise, babygirl. Daddy's gonna hold you all afternoon and night if you want that. We can watch a movie and I'm gonna let ya choose which one. How does that sound?"

You bit down on your bottom lip, searching his face for any sign of untruth, but could only find soft brown deer eyes that were radiating adoration.

"Okay," you whispered, giving him a explorative smile and allowing him to pull your top over your body and guide you out of the car and to the passenger seat.

Joel held the door open for you, then leaned over to fasten your seatbelt before quietly slamming the door shut and entering the car from the other side. Once there, he connected his hand with your bare thigh and squeezed it gently.

"I love you, princess. Gimme a kiss."

You nodded, stretching your body toward him and pressing your lips on his.

"Good girl," Joel cooed, cupping your chin before adjusting in the driver's seat. The he gave you a wry grin.

"And if you're always so good, daddy never has to be so rough with you again."

Your lips twisted in a smile, your eyes glancing at his profile while he started the car.

If only he knew that this really wasn't in your interest.

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Brindleton Country Club | Small Business

NO CC

Welcome to Brindleton Country Club, a place for your elite Sims to relax, workout and play with their fellow high-flyers. This 'small business' has spa facilities, heated pool, 3 bar areas (2 indoor, one outdoor complete with grilling station), tennis courts, ping-pong tables, gym and golfing green. Come on in and be treated well. In order for this to function as a small business these are my suggested settings: Entrance fees - one time Price Modifier - +100% Target customers: Wealthy, Young Adult - Elder, 3 star celebrity - 5 star celebrity Suggested activities: Swim, play table games, Drink bar drinks, play physical games, do spa activities, work out, use hot tub, bathe and shower If you have the Higher Business Activity Limit mod by @lunarbritneyy you can add all of these activities Name: Brindleton Country Club World: Brindleton Bay Type: Small Business Origin ID is TheSeptemberSim

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