#murielsimp

[inkyquince]

Inky beloved I'm feeling down in the insecurity dumps... How much would it be for soft thoughts of the LI's? Do you do commission headcannons or no

shush, i still do normal headcanons but am big tired and stressed out but big worried so lemme shoot off some soft headcannons

content warning. uh... implied past trauma for kylar. drug taking with alex.

Robin

Has plushie from when their parents were still alive and holds it very dear. Knows some of the others make fun of them for it, but they need it by their head every night or they struggle to fall asleep. In fact, its a plushie of a character in one of their games, the first one they ever played and its partially why buy the game console. The longer you're in a relationship, they start to shyly bring out the plushie more, feeling safe that you won't make fun of them. By the time the two of you leave the orphanage, they don't need the plush to sleep, but you two happily keep it by the bed still.

Kylar

They want to take a bath with you.

Hear me out, its partially not horny. But Kylar struggles with being completely naked due to trauma. This includes washing themselves and changing clothes. The reason they were first bullied was because they stopped changing clothes and stopped showering and its taken a lot of therapy for them to clean up as much as they have by the time they meet you. You might never know what happened to them, but they will show their utter trust in you if they ask you to bathe with them. Them leaning against your chest, almost fully submerged in the bubbles, happily letting you wash them. If they gain enough courage, they might start something naughty, but mostly if you two, the bubbles, snuggling and the rubber ducky bobbing past.

Alex

They prefer drinking to getting high but one night they do wanna get high with you. Just lie back and stare at the stars, feeling the world take one step to the left as you and Alex stay still.

Being high means that they aren't grounded, like they usually feel when they're drinking, it means that they're gently floating. One time Alex got high with their siblings and got so spooked they hid away and cried for ages. They liked it at first, but their trip turned bad. But there's no way their trip would turn sour if you're there, holding their hand and giggling your head off.

Avery

One day, Avery will pick you up for a date and take you back to their house instead of a fancy restaurant or a party. They will park in their drive way and sigh softly before looking at you.

"I need your eyes on only me tonight."

You protest that your eyes are always on them but they just give a small smile and get out. You follow them to the kitchen and they make a okayish meal, its nothing... Great. Just scrambled eggs and toast with some warmed up pre-cooked sausages, but just compliment it and they will kiss your temple.

They lead you to their room and just lie down, and hold you close as they sleep. They don't share what happened, but it must have been bad. They don't initiate sex but they press their nose into your neck and their hand against your stomach. They wish to hold you, for you to only be there for them, not the fancy surroundings for once.

Eden

Eden would capture a wolf pup for you. Will come home, covered in scratches, but if you ever wanted a dog, he'd be shuffling in, a tiny pup in his arms, sniffling at the air and yapping softly.

Now, don't get me wrong, Eden will say its up to you to look after them, but they will become that meme of the dad with the cat they didn't want. Makes a lil dog kennel for it, will make its food, will train it to heel and hunt and roll over.

Eden mainly wanted the pup for protection. It will grow up, strong and powerful, and it will protect their greatest treasure. They make sure that the wolfpup will shield you from anyone and anything if Eden can't.

Sydney

Their biggest want in life is to wake up and go downstairs and see you and Sirris chatting away, maybe making breakfast.

Sydney hasn't been able to have a stable home since their other parent passed away, and its been... Rough. Sirris has done well, but there's a reason they took refuge in the Temple, as it symbolized a second family for them.

But you came along.

So, even if Sydney either falls deeper into corruption, or stays pure, they wish for family outings, movie nights, cooking dinner all together. They want Sirris to adore you like another child, for you to wake up beside them and coo them awake. They want to hold your hand underneath the blanket, they wanna play footsie underneath the table at a restaurant as Sirris chats away about fun facts about the shrimp they just ordered. Sydney wants to take your hand, at the end of a fun night together, and have Sirris hug you both goodnight, before falling asleep, curled around each other.

Whitney

One day, they will pick you up in a rusted pick up truck, that their parents sneered at. One day, they will give you 10 minutes to grab your shit and put it in the back, maybe with a rucksack at your feet. One day, Whitney will be the one to drive away, and the only thing from this shit town they bring with them, is you.

Maybe its just a road trip, maybe its for life. Whitney can't see anyone else they would fight over space with in the backseat when trying to sleep. No one else to try to help them figure out the outdated map they stored in his desk from years ago, a promise to their future.

Whitney wants it all. The shitty coffee you two share, the way you two take turns to sleep. The uncomfortable sex in the backseat, the arguing, the make ups. The excitement of exploring a new life with no one but the only one who could actually love them beside them, their legs tucked underneath them in the front seat.

[inkyquince]

Inky, Inky, Inky - consider jock Whitney and PC who is also into sports wearing either the jock outfit or cheerleading outfits you can buy at the mall. Im not even into sports and id do it, just so at Whitney's games pc can be on the side cheering him on, and then getting railed on the team bench or in the middle of the field after a game/practice

Okay, I have two thought nuggets coming off this idea.

content warning real quick, for rough sex, cheating/cucking, exhibitionism, bullying, anal, and generally Whitney.

One, is that cheerleader x jock troupe, we love it, stunning, what yall talk about as pillow talk? Protein powder? Right.

But YES.

Also, cmon, amabs can be cheerleaders too, yall missing out. Honestly become beloved by people on the cheer team.

So, yes, being the It couple, you cheering him on as Whitney absolutely fucks the other team up.

And because I played Basketball and was a huge fan of KNB, lemme just say... Basketball player Whitney. Uniforms hotter than American Football OR actual Football. Football just funny to me. So, Rugby (yes, its because im south african and I WEAR A SPRINGBOK HOODIE AS I WRITE THIS) is a very hot pick for Whitney, also... Yknow, its played by posh boys in schools, and I like Whitney as a rich kid acting out by pretending he's not Danube Street Rich. Anyway, in both games, Whitney would be absolutely murdering the other team. Elbowing and stomping on feet in basketball and fully just... Tryna break knees in Rugby.

Will come up to you after both games, sweaty and gross and wants to make a big kissing scene with you. Bonus if he just played Rugby in shit weather and he's all muddy and his hair is sticking up stupid.

Wants you to wear his letterman jacket, wants you to stay after practice since his run a bit later than yours. That dude who wants you to slip into the changing room while his team mates are still there, watching him get clean and changed, eyes only on him despite all the embarrassed lads surrounding yall. Does lag behind and everyone knows why. Likes fucking you on the bench.

In playful moments, will try to make you try out the sport just to laugh at you. Rugby, he fully just tackles you and wrestles you to the ground, ball forgotten. In basketball, does station you properly, proper ball holding technique that he giggles at saying, snickers as you miss the hoop completely and then grab your hand to properly hold his balls.

If you miss one of his games, he's taking that as a sign you are gonna let him do rough anal or throat fucking as an apology. Not that he doesn't usually do that, but he's gonna have an audience this time. If he wins that game, he says its a reward from his negligent little cheerleader. If they loose, he needs a pick me up, and he can't really help how rough he is, Whitney's obviously a million miles away, mind still on the game.

Has once dared you to try to hold his cum in you without underwear to your cheerleading routine. All that movement ain't helping.

Second nugget of thought?

Outcast PC with Jock Whitney.

Bullies you to tears, harasses you, makes fun of you in front of his friends, just as normal. Now, he does spit on you and says he'd rather fuck a corpse while his friends cackle, but that doesn't negate the way he cups the back of your head in the bathroom, groaning as you suck him off, clinging to his thighs.

His popularity would tank if you even so much as groped you, but he can't help himself. While his pretty girlfriend coos over him in maths, his hand is massaging your thigh, digging his nails into your skin.

Forces you to come to his games, despite all the jeers, and he'd be furious if you don't hang around after the game, until all of his peers leave and drags you into the showers, mouthing at your neck and calling you a filthy slut as you both get wet under the shower spray.

He can't help it. It started as a dare, ask you out as a joke and try to make you send him a nude, pressuring you into it, just so the group could pass it around and make fun of you. Except, that dreadful night, he lies to his friends, calling you a prude, but still spends that time with his hand slowly bobbing under his covers as he grips his phone in his other hand. Legit, the conversation goes like this.

Whitney: lmao u would never go out with such a cow. Was a dare, you fucking moron.

Whitney: Now send more, want to see you finger that slutty hole.

Does have a secret folder on his phone, put under something like... Train times, club schedule, who knows. Has to be realistic so it won't be something like Maths Homework. Hoards all photos of you, but doesn't get much use out of them, not when he has you up against the wall around the back of the school, rutting into you like an animal.

There will be a few times where he will publicly humiliate you, esp in front of his girlfriend, reduce you to tears but will be waiting outside for you at the end of the day when the crowds have dispersed and will be irritated if you won't put out or even let him cop a feel or a kiss.

Doesn't see why he can't both have the image of the cool jock AND keep his slut close by. Don't make him choose, he'll just get angry and treat you worse.

Though, maybe just wait till after graduation. The public meltdown of his girlfriend, turned fiancé, catching him bouncing you on his cock while she was at a fitting, will be monumental. It does result in her moving away and Whitney mouthing at your chest in the mornings, wanting a little something something before you leave to start your day. You might regret all of it, depending on how sweet his girlfriend was, but Whitney apparently didn't really care. Any questions on an explanation on why he let the façade crumble would just be met with a snort and a lie, that you were slutty enough to let him into your ass, that you had the best fuck me eyes, that you were so openly horny for him it would have been a waste not to take advantage. Does finally gift you his sport jersey, Whitney himself having washed the scent of his old girlfriend's perfume off carefully.

[inkyquince]

Okay....okay I would love angsty from you...but I do need soft happy endings....Whitney choosing someone else over me fucking hurts please no 🥲....I actually love the trope of suprise pregnancy I did write it for Whitney once on my old blog, think I still have it saved to phone even lol

AHA GET DUNKED ON

i love reading angst with soft endings BUT I WRITING ANGST THAT JUST FUCKING MAKES YOU SAD, NO HAPPINESS.

Tbh, I do like the thought of Whitney as... The House Husband.

Legitimately, @angrelysimpping's house husband stuff for Whitney will forever be far better than all my thoughts on it. Because I love Deadbeat ex-husband Whitney.

You gave him so many chances, he proposed to you godamnit, but he never let go of his nasty, violent ways. He just lessened em and on a bad day, you were the target, just like how it was in school.

He went from sleeping on the couch, to crashing at his old friend's place. With AFAB reader, he always tells his friends that he's over it, "the kid mangled their pussy, no way I was gonna put my dick back in there" or for AMAB, "That thing is their entire fucking world, won't even let me fuck their ass if it happens to be crying". Will slander you to hell and back, but at that point, as a single parent, most people are on your side, always knowing Whitney would never actually be a good spouse.

You two married young so you didn't even get time to become a proper cute house spouse (HOUSE SPOUSE READER IS MY FAVE, I SHOULD WRITE AN AU OF THIS WHERE PEOPLE ARE SNIFFING AROUND YA AFTER WHITNEY LEAVES BECAUSE WHO DOESNT LOVE A DILF/MILF/THILF).

So, imagine his shock when he swings by after a couple of months, knocks on the door, to see... Robin, Sydney, Alex, Kylar, anyone, opening the door, holding his kid. You invited your friend over to just help out as you cleaned and made some cakes you promised to the nursery.

Cute little apron, hair immaculate, parental aura looking GOOD on you. Whitney's angry. You never gave this much effort when it was just the two of you, hair messy, always in sweats and worriedly bouncing the baby as it wailed. So when the fuck-

SORRY, RAN AWAY WITH IT BUT YES. ANGRY EXHUSBAND WHITNEY THAT HAS TO PAY ALIMONY AND CHILD SUPPORT, BITTER AS FUCK AND CHASING YOUNG TAIL.

Worst times are when you two have to come together, Whitney's mom always adored you and wants you and the baby to come over for her birthday, and you stay over, Whitney sulking in the corner. You two have a drink and you notice Whitney still looks so fucking good, three day stubble, ruffled hair, even though he's obviously a deadbeat. Whitney always fucking lied to his friends, he's always found you hot, even when messy with the kid, so its not too long till you two are frantically pressed against each other, tongues pressed against each other.

Also, AFAB, he's aiming to put a baby in that womb. Who knows if you two would get back together for this one, if Whitney even cares to. Maybe he finds out he has a thing for knocking up cute things, and likes the thought of having whole group of bastard kids running wild while he drinks at the pub, ignoring their mothers' calls.

[inkyquince]

I found my old Whit preg drabble if you wanna read 👉👈

Your phone vibrates next to you at 2am, and squinting through the harsh glare you see a simple text from someone you thought left you for good.

  "come outside, hurry"

  Your belly is incredibly swollen at this point, faint bruises from the baby's kicks all over your tummy. You have difficulty sitting up to actually get out of bed, putting a hand on your curve to help move the weight. Robin normally has to help you up in the mornings now.

  Finally you manage to throw on your pregnancy robe and waddle through the orphanage, being extra careful to not wake anyone up. You see other orphans sitting in the rec rooms, smoking or whispering to each other, some are quietly crying while their friend comforts them. Others are eating midnight snacks, starting vacantly into space while chewing. The few who notice you give soft smiles or even a wave.

  You finally make it outside and are genuinely surprised to see Whitney there with his beat up truck, parked under a flickering street light. A part of you was convinced it was a fever dream, that you missed him so much your mind was imagining text messages, anything to help fill the void he left you and your baby in. He leans against the cold metal door of his truck with a cigarette between his teeth, hands in his varsity jacket pockets. You're worried for a moment that this is a trick, that any moment his friends will come out and surround you, beat you and your unborn baby for daring to exist when Whitney didn't want them to.

  You breathe deep through your nose and calm your heart.

  No.

  Whitney may do many things, but he'd never do that. You hope.

  Whitney himself is trying to keep his cool. He thought he'd be prepared for when he saw you again, but he isn't. He knows he never would be.

  He watches you waddle down the front stairway, hand on the bottom curve of your belly as you carefully put one foot in front of the other. Your hair is a tangled mess, eyes bleary with sleep as you meet him under moonlight. 

  You're the most beautiful thing he's ever fucking seen.

  The only reason he doesn't rush to grab your hand and help you down the stairs is because he doesn't trust his self control. So many months working at the docks, at the farms on the edge of town, everywhere he could get work, and not seeing you the entire time. His hands have more calluses and scars now, gained from hard work instead of fighting. 

  And all he wants to do is use them to rip off your clothes and fuck you senseless on the street.

  "W-Whitney? What's going on? I um...I didn't expect to see you again..."

  Your arms wrap around yourself, pushing your already massive, milk filled breasts closer together, and he has to bite his tongue to remember what he was going to say. 

  Of course you didn't expect to see him again, he thinks bitterly. He's an asshole, he knows this and you know it. Why would he stay? It's not like he actually ever told you how much he loves your smile. Or your voice, how cute it is that you can talk and fill his silence with the most boring things, but when you talk about them he's fascinated. How much he adores your soft kisses and pleasured mewls as he fucks you wherever and whenever he wants; knowing, trusting, that he'd be mindful of your limits. 

  He refuses to remember how little he cared for your comfort at the start of your…"relationship". 

  "Yeah, I've been busy, stupid." He sees you flinch at the name, and grunts in frustration. Normally you don't care what he calls you, but too late he realizes that you probably think he hates you now. 

  "What's the occasion?" You ask, looking off to the side.

  "We're gonna get your shit and pile it in the trunk with my stuff." He pulls his hand out of his pocket and slaps his truck with a dull 'thunk'.

  "We're leaving this shithole town tonight. I've already got a place rented out up north. You said you liked the snow right?"

  You stare at him with a blank expression, and he feels sweat gather on his palms. He may call you stupid all the time, but he knows you’re probably one of the most powerful people in this town. He's seen your test scores, how easy it is for you to manipulate people, the gangs and underground hustlers that recognize you and ask when you'll be back to "give them a show". 

  It would be so easy for you to beat his ass, even while pregnant, and break his heart right now. 

  He still doesn't understand why you didn't that first day he shoved you in the school hallway. He's seen you get cornered by a pack of wolf boys and get out unscathed. He hopes that...maybe the reason why is because...you see something in him? Something that he doesn't even see?

  And you’re a slut, that he knows for sure.

  "You...you came to take me away?"

  He doesn't like the disbelief in your voice. He hates that it's an open window that shows all the shit you've gone through. How many times have you been harassed or raped? How many times were your needs and wants  ignored by selfish assholes like him?

  Not anymore, he thinks. 

  "Yeah. You're my slut right? Whitney's Property." Your hand moves to the tattoo hidden under your robe, resting right above your heart. 

  "You're carrying my kid, and I ain't letting them grow up in a shithole like this." He scuffs his sneaker on the dusty sidewalk. "And when their brothers and sisters come, I want them to have a nice place to grow up in."

  He can't look you in the eye any longer, his soul feels exposed. 

  You waddle closer to him and the adorable image almost makes him smile. Your soft hand, so tiny compared to his, cups his cheek. 

  "Thank you." You whisper. 

  He closes his eyes as you kiss him, so delicate and sweet. It almost makes him want to cry, for the first time since he was a kid. 

  As soon as you pull away he feels the air shift, and you're smiling at him like it hasn't been literal months since you've last seen each other.

  "I'm so excited to see our new home! Can I invite Robin and Kylar? Oh! And Great Hawk, Eden, and Black Wolf! They're gonna wanna see it! And I'm sure they'd miss me if I just left without saying anything...Oh! On the way there can we get some cinnamon rolls!? I really want a cinnamon roll!"

  You waddle back to the orphanage while still idly chatting, dragging him behind you by his hand. 

  Whitney is genuinely amazed, and a bit terrified. You're already acting like the airhead he thought you were for so long and knowing that it's not your default, but an act you put on, is a sobering experience.

If you like acting that way, fine by him. But if you don't...maybe he can give you the kind of security you need to realize you don't have to be anything other than yourself with him.

[inkyquince]

How to know you have brain rot for a character - you were paying a whole thing about mpreg or whatever and the only thing that stood out to me was the mention of my Halloween hubby Micheal 🎃🔪 are you...a fellow slasher fucker?

im so sorry but its gonna be a struggle to be normal about this ask

From 2019 to 2020, i Was OBSESSED, with slashers. And I still am, they're just lurking in the corner of my mind with the Halloween stalking music.

To this day, I follow 120 blogs about slashers. Art, Games, Writing, Just general reblogs. On halloween 2020, I got my projector and ran as many films as i could throughout the day. I made one of my bestest friends while in my slasher kick. Legit started talking about horror movies and we haven't stopped since. I fucking LOVE horror movies, like the weird lil rat I am, and slashers are a huge part of that.

I sat through the stupid ass collector movie, the absolute fucked The Terrifier and Hereditary is a movie i watch to relax?

Long story short, yes. Dead By Daylight is my version of a dating simulator, have you SEEN how michael picks you up?

Another thing, maybe TMI.

I was severely sex repulsed up until I was 19. Legitmately, due to trauma, I was repressed and the idea of sex had be fucked up. The fact it was quarantine had me just as fucked up and so I was binging all these horror movies, and I watched the House Of Wax. Not only was it a delight to see Paris Hilton (I love seeing her in horror movies, its such a fucking treat) and then I laid eyes on Bo Sinclaire. I don't think you understand, I was texting my childhood best friend about this man and it remains the most entertaining thing in the world. I look back at the text messages and it still has me fucking cackling, she was so stunned by how freely horny I was for this man. Keep in mind, the actor for Bo reappears in Community, is basically the same character, but didn't make me feel a thing.

This man was the first person I actually wanted to fuck and he was legitimately gluing a woman's lips together. It's all downhill from there, and it leads us to now.

Yes, actually had to go to therapy, Bo Sinclaire didn't fix everything wrong with me, no, but idk my brain just kinda got me unfucked. I'm not minimizing how useful therapy was for getting me better in life in general but also unfucking my head when it comes to sex. But idk, that movie did kick a switch in my head.

So, everyone.

Give this man a kiss on the head, because he's the only reason Inky is writing such horrendous porn.

Sidenote: Favorite Horror Movie is The Autopsy of Jane Doe, its magnificent

[inkyquince]

MC, covered in baby drool and suffering more getting all over their hand as their baby sucks on their fingers, their hair a disheveled mess from how often they rake their hand thru it from stress as they manage being a single parent: *stressed noises at how pricey everything for sale is*

Avery, respectfully looking in the grocery isle: 👀

THIS ONE GLITCHED DONT MIND THAT BUT YES

LIKE

This is Avery’s moment when he finally gets what milf/dilfs/thilfs are all about! He always found you hot, but when you got a kid? Fuck yeah! 

Even if you make yourself super nice for the public, you’re still gonna be looking like a parent and Avery will get out those rose colored glasses and glue them to his face. He’s gonna be judgy as shit, but there’s something hot about you now that wasn’t there before

[inkyquince]

Okay, hot as fuck jock Whitney ideas, yes yes 😍 I won't lie tho I'm more of a fan of the first scenario because soft Whitney makes my heart go doki doki

That's fair, we love a soft Whitney in this house. I just love the dynamic of i shouldn't, but I'm gonna.

[inkyquince]

When I was little, I had a family of rubber duckys. It was a big mama duck that had a flat back, and three tiny ducklings that could sit on said back as she floated around. I loved that little family

That's just adorable??

Also... Just...

Me, in the bath: ho ho heehe duck 🦆

Me, wakes up hours later to check notes: ... And many people understood where I was coming from

[inkyquince]

I swear to the DOL lords, is Kylar jerking off under the counter while talking to PC for the first time in years? What a slut 🙄 also tattoo artist Whitney is 😩👌 he better be prepared to put little hearts and shit next to his name when he tattoos my PC, I demand it

:3 nooooo he was just.... Tickling his ding-a-ling :3

Oh yeah, demand some stars next to his name and he just >>:( *I'm not gonna make my name all girly* but still does it

[inkyquince]

Oh my god Inky, is Kylar's spirit animal Kermit from Jenna Marbles

DON'T DO MY- yeah. drooling and shaking and procreating at the park. ah, what a creation

[inkyquince]

I for one am down to clown 🤡 with a/b/o content, I would love to see what you come up with 👀

The response is acc quite positive towards A/B/O so may just do this stupidly big project and watch it burn

[inkyquince]

WHITNEY AND LEIGHTON FATHER SON DUO MY BELOVED I love the potential in this it's fucking fantastic!!! I'll take your entire stock

MY STOCK IS VERY LOW MY LOVE BUT I DO HAVE SOME IDEAS, LIKE UHHHH

Who whitney's staying with now primarily is their step mom, not their bio mom. Their bio mom is either dad or left super young, wasn't even married to Leighton, just dumped the kid on him and left, cuz who wouldn't leave this terrible town. That or died in childbirth. Its primarily the reason why Leighton married soon after this this new wife, who he had another kid with, a younger sister for Whitney. Then around Whitney being 7, they divorced and the step mom got both kids in court, proving Leighton was the serial cheater but the records were kept closed from the public.

Whitney looks almost exactly like Leighton and he hates it, so bleaches his hair and began sneaking cigarettes at a young age, cuz he noticed they made his step mom's voice huskier and when he was younger, he wanted to be like Leighton and used to imitate the way he sounded and spoke. Remove about 5 years of smoking, then he sounds a bit too much like Leighton.

Leighton knows they have the same appetites and it amuses him. Brings it up wryly so Whitney and he throws a fit. But, yknow, pc knows best. Forced gang bangs, marking territory, fixation on oral, sneers and smirks. What they don't expect is Whitney's softness.

Leighton does love his kid, its just hard from years of not being present and so they fight more often than not. Whitney's sister still adores Leighton and it shows.

[inkyquince]

Is it to late to recommend a song for the Spotify? I feel like Wrap me in Plastic by CHROMANCE and Marcus Layton is an Avery/PC song, but I could also see it applied to the other more dom LIs 👉👈

OH STUNNING, ADDED

[inkyquince]

This is the closest thing I can find! Skip to 1:48 for the proposal bit I was talking about, but really the whole thing is worth watching. Gargoyles is a Disney cartoon from the 90s and it was badass (until the 3rd season) but I adore the characters

adsojdasiojdasjidasi “we’re genetically compatible-”

i am grabbing my breadsticks and my history textbook, there shall be NO eugenics in MY marriage.

pc: what about love?

avery:… i think we love each other, as much as people such as ourselves are capable of.

pc:… huh.

ITS A HOT PROPOSAL BUT I WOULD HIDE OUT IN THE BATHROOM AND ESCAPE THROUGH THE WINDOW.

[inkyquince]

There's something about a man who is prime dilf material that is just...a massive pervert that hits different and makes me all gooy and horny. I wish there was an option for PC to be just as perverted as others, including Leighton, cause I would be encouraging that shit in the most coy teasing way. Leighton calls me in for "drug testing"? I'm pressing against him and cupping his bulge asking if there's any way I can make it up to him for breaking the rules. Like, LET ME BE THAT PERVY, GAME

NO LEGIT, THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE CUZ I WANTED TO GO FULL PERVERT ON SYDNEY, ON LEIGHTON, ON THE PRISON GUARDS, ON MOST RANDOM NPCS. PLEASE, I WANT TO BE THE MOST PERVERTED ONE IN THE ROOM

Legit just played through getting Sydney to the shopping center AND TOOK HIS ANAL VIRGINITY AND PUSHED HIM OVER INTO CORRUPTION AND HE WAS SO CUTE AND JOIJIOAFSJIOASDIO LET ME GO FULL PERVERT CMON

[inkyquince]

BITCH THAT'S HOW I WAS PLAYING LAST NIGHT I keep trying to get him to take my PC's virginities but it's so hard 😩 Leighton never wants to take my then himself he always tries getting another student to do it. Maybe it's cause I'm playing the expanded mod and to many options come up in game? Idk I just want to be his baby girl that he corrupts and turns into his cock starved cum dump

I just seduce him in the brothel ngl. He always gives the other student oral so im jumping on that dICK

gOd i love it when he's a creep. From the inspections, to the car wash, to the seeking you out at the brothel, my god, he's VERY SPECIAL TO ME